Not a tattoo?! Panic flashed across her pale, sweet face. Why would you imagine I'd bring you here for that? Images of gaudy flesh in foreboding black frames filled the deep red walls of the tattoo parlour. Boo's cow eyes pleaded with me for reassurance. Her nails ploughed four lines into my arm as the needle struck. Boo beamed with pleasure when they presented the mirror, revealing the platinum ring gracing her clit. Back at home, naked from the waist down, as usual, Boo's nub blushed with sore pride. It was over a month before I attached the tiny bell. *** Fuck, we're about to be passed! Big pickup. I didn't care my head was down in his lap, his cock in my mouth, so they'd only see the back of my head bobbing, blond hair mussed. You need to stop, cover me. Uhh-uh. I'd worked for this, and he was about to come! Fuck, babe, they're right next to us. She's looking! He throbbed, then suddenly he was spurting into my mouth! I finished, letting cum dribble down my chin before raising up and smiling at her. She returned the smile, licking her lips and admiring his big wet cock. *** The young couple are walking across a grassy field when she releases his hand and runs towards the woods at the edge of the field. He chases after her. However, his sore foot slows him down. She turns and smiles back as she keeps running. Catch me, she giggles. She rounds the corner of the path and hides behind a tree. She catches his hand and pulls him to her. They kiss firmly. Their strong, lustful desire takes hold of them. He enters her. With love, he places his seed inside her as they both moan in breathless ecstasy. *** He wore only denim cutoffs and work boots, his powerful body slick with sweat his shirt hung on the gate as he worked in my garden, oblivious to me watching from above. My mind on a flight of fantasy, touching myself, I was shocked when I opened my eyes only to find him now watching me! I hesitated, but then continued, turning to give him a better view. He smiled as he lowered his zipper, freeing his proud, rampant manhood. I came hard when he spurted, sowing his glistening white seed in my garden. Tomorrow, we'll take the next step. *** Heady images flood my mind, pressing for prompt release. You looked amazing, lost in that blissful haze only pleasure can bring. Your wantonness in full display you never hide your relish, why should I? Spurring you to own it, I share what you've done to me, certain of what it'll trigger. Inevitably, you call me out, claiming you need my tongue right the fuck now on your clit, eager for me to give you the release you crave. Show me how much you want it! Engorged, glistening folds appear on my screen. Good girl. Go have lunch your husband's waiting. *** The auditorium lights lowered two spot lights focused all attention on her. As he appeared to the left of stage, a third spotlight traced his pathway, and the audience applauded politely. As he raised his hand there was silence. He stood behind her: She readied herself to be his instrument, the tool for his music and everyone's satisfaction. In chains, awaiting his training session. His tongue licks and the edging begins in earnest, first feathers, then strokes to her swollen needy pussy, with the leather crop. Squirming. Gagged. Waiting. He waits, both for her and the audience Now, cum. *** Long, nimble fingers glide between my thighs, almost dancing, on their slow waltz to tease and seduce. They sweep my delicate, damp lace panties obstructing their way to one side, and lightly stroke the soft, silken folds they discover. Languidly, they delve deeper, opening the flower of my lust, bathing in the exquisite nectar of my desire before continuing on the journey to the precious release of my ecstasy. Twisting and curling toward the secret spot unleashing the pent-up frenzy of passion, which explodes with such intensity, my body shudders, and moans resound as I helplessly surrender to your will. *** Sitting on the couch reading a specification. TV set to a music channel. You loudly announce your arrival as the door slams behind you. A couple of thuds as you kick off your shoes. You turn into the room with a big evil grin on your face. The grin gets bigger as you come closer. You step up onto the couch. Lifting the skirt, you display your naked bald mound. I have a need, but here's your appetiser, you say as you push your naked sex into my face. What can I do? But partake of this luscious offering. *** Naked, I kneel before you, my face upturned to yours, waiting for permission. Your cock, tantalizingly close, the dew-like beads of pre-cum glistening, but I know I must wait. Your eyes glint and flash with desire, and your lips curl as you nod your assent. My tongue licks the tip of you lasciviously I greedily part my lips and sink my mouth around your beautiful, thick shaft. Savouring the sweet taste, I take your length deep into my throat. Your hips start to rock, and your thighs tense as your glorious cock erupts, and I swallow every last delicious drop. *** Clever fingers—and a talented tongue—pleasured many a horny frat boy behind sand hills that provided a modicum of privacy for dirty deeds done in the moonlight. The Sand Slut was eager and willing, never missing a drop as she consumed load after load. Newly inducted and encouraged to enjoy her skills, he was mesmerized by her beauty. Instead of foisting his cock in her mouth, he took time to kiss her properly first, earning him her prized cherry. He fucked her hard, claimed her as his, and called her his Dune Goddess. Twenty years later, she still swallows. *** Biting my lip to hold back a moan, he pushes against me harder. My breasts hurt from being pressed against the floor, and my outstretched arms slide another inch in front of me. I feel him against my ass as he kneels behind me. His fingers bruise my hip as his right-hand pushes my back, forcing my head lower. I feel the stinging pain of him stretching me. My nipples tighten, and my pussy gushes at the way he manipulates my body. You're getting better at this, he says, moving. I get up from child's pose and gather my yoga mat. *** Kissing is another great love of mine X Whispered words accompanied by soft lips brushing my neck are all it takes to make my skin blush and tingle with delight. The stroke of a finger on my cheek, sweeping stray tendrils of hair from my face, causes butterflies to stir. The glint in your eye as I bite my lip, anticipating what will come next. The crush of your lips garners a whimper of lust, and my legs go weak. The first kiss, long and lingering as your mouth and tongue possess mine, my pulse quickens, and my panties become damp. We will fuck tonight, without a doubt. *** A couple on a date to a drive-in cinema parked their car near the rear fence, took the loudspeaker, and wound up the windows. WatchingThe Ten Commandments. while breaking one of them as the movie progressed, their passion got the better of them. Pashing and appearing to have more tentacles than octopuses, they were passionately excited to explore each other. Stretching out along the front bench seat of the old car as she mounted him for a ride to heavenly heights, his foot had become firmly wedged in the glove box. The projectionist assisted in its extraction after closing. *** He called her on the phone, to whisper three instructions. Wear something with lace. Be on your best behaviour. Put on something sexy underneath, something for me to savour for later. She takes a deep breath to calm her nerves, as this is what she craves. The way He drives her wild with excitement on every call. He was not like any other she had experienced. That's what gave her such a rush, He was always a gentleman. With a little playful force, He hypnotised her with his lips and the way they feel between her legs. Pure paradise. *** We both knew you would leave for good one day. There wasn't a path with a different ending. You wanted me to push you away because you couldn't do it yourself, but I never took orders from you. Let me go. That was the purpose of our final meeting. My outfit confused you. I was dressed for a session, not a goodbye. You were always submissive to powerful femininity, and my dominant stoicism put you in place one last time. Don't let me go, words neither of us could utter, so we went our separate ways, with hopes of reuniting. *** She's looking at you I swallowed! My bestie knew me so well! She's standing and coming this way. If I did girls, I'd do her! I knew who she meant, I saw her earlier, tall, red-hair, long legs, and a killer body. I went to turn, Cheryl stopped me, Not yet! A long pause, then she said, Now! I turned and there she was, inches away from me, my knees felt weak. Up close, she was stunning. I heard Cheryl inhale sharply. She leaned in close, Room 1641. Bring your friend! Cheryl came out to her folks the next day! *** As All Hallows Eve approached, three witches gathered in a clearing deep within the forest. This is my year to choose, and I shall select a man with a large cock, said the blonde. Last year's man was too small for my taste. Well, at least he had enough stamina to handle all three of us, unlike the one from the year before, argued the black-haired witch. I can't help it if men want to fuck a redhead first and I wear them out! retorted the redhead. Why don't we just select three men? Well, aren't you the clever witch! *** Exactly how does he know? I think, as I bend over to brush my teeth and the bathroom door opens. He walks his fingers up my back, making it arch. Wrapping his hand in my hair, pulling back, making me look. I swallow, my heart racing, my mouth not the only thing drooling. A look and a smile, fingers dragged down, over and cupping my bum. Feet kicking mine apart, his hand sliding up the inside of my thigh. He touches and strokes, I pull my nipples watching me, watching us as our eyes lock through the mirror. I sigh. *** I like to dominate her. most of the time. She strokes her cock as I stroke mine. The submissive usually draped over my knees, gone. I want your ass, baby, she orders, slipping in behind me. I take one last look before. First thrust. Oh God! I endure the burning because I know what's coming. T. t. t. there. it. is. my prostate hit. Plunging. Stretching. Filling. So fucking good! I'm cummi- My eyes flutter open to my wife shaking me. Bad dream? Sadness over unfulfilled longings prompt me. Honey, we need to talk. I start. *** Mrs. Collins? Becca, my girl's bestie. She's off to CIA next year and she's helping me bake bread today. The kitchen is filled with sunshine, giggles, and vibrant, yeasty life. Now, my sweet, we must wait. I put my powdery arm around her shoulder, holding her close. Turning, her eyes search mine. The kiss is sudden and short, more question than statement to me. My answering kiss is emphatic, fingers kneading her breast to underscore my fermented desire. I've waited so long for this sweet dough to rise. The baker's bench serves as our proving bed, flour our vestal veil. *** We sit naked in front of our laptops, legs crossed, as Zoom makes the connection. Place your hands, palm up on your knees, and match my breathing. She complies. Eyes locked, our breathing synchronized. I slowly move my left hand up my thigh. She watches as I pull my foreskin back and start to stroke. She starts to move her hand. Don't move! A drop rolls off my tip. You are such a naughty girl, your nipples erect, and I can see your lips getting wet. As I leak more pre-cum, a pool of moisture forms beneath her. Good girl! *** Uttansana the wall chart said, it highlighted the Lycra-clad ass perfectly. The clingy blue fabric clung to her cheeks I could see nothing underneath as I shifted on the saddle. The class moved to Chakrasana, she turned revealing the fullest of camel toes. My weight moved entirely onto the saddle nose working my juices into my shorts. My eyes fixed onto her nipples, large and hard in her thin bra. Now I was fucking the saddle. Halasana, I'm writhing against the plastic. She stands, grabs her towel, mops her face. I cum, my juices flowing. I wipe the saddle. *** She drags a hand over the gravel in the raised beds as she undresses, before stepping into the pool full ofSunflower seed. pebbles. She shivers, her nipples already erect, hardened. The setting Sun between her legs, showing her own flower glistening. She lays down and I enter her, the pebbles move and grind under her as we move together. Her feet pulling me into her, while her hands fondle theseeds'. Panting hard, she squirms under me, greedily grasping at all the sensations she can, until we stop, tensing and relax. Her dreamy smile all the thanks I need. *** My niece and her roommate are spending time with me over the summer break. My swimming pool is the deciding factor. I am not a morning person, needing a hit of coffee, first thing. The first morning they are here, I zombie-walk into the kitchen for coffee and see her roommate fixing breakfast. Her butt is sheer perfection in a red thong. Without looking at me, she asks, See anything you like? My heart stops and my mouth goes dry. The pool wasn't our only interest. I gulp at the word, Our, as I feel two hands on my hips. *** Start slowly, she said, gentle movements. Looking down, she smiled at the look of concentration on my face. It was my first time. Now, speed up. I was beating faster now, keeping my wrist movements precise. Mmmm. good, she said. My wrist was aching but I kept up the pace. I loved the liquid sounds I was causing and the flecks of foam. Oh God, Suzy, it's coming! I was beating so hard now, and the wetness was starting to go as the stiffening began. Oh yes, Suzy! And then she said, God, you're good! Now add the caster sugar! *** You are my ocean that drifts your pure love against me. I am your sea that wraps tightly around you. Swirling together. Currents mixing, coalescing. Whirlpool pulling us down. Deepest desires, needs, wants. Depths, dark. Nights cradled together, bodies entwined. One. Ocean's endless swells. Waves of tender desire. Waters softly falling on the sand. Fingers stroke soft, smooth skin. Kisses, a maelstrom of passion. Raging higher. Surrendering. Waves of stormy hunger. Hot, sweaty, naked bodies, surging, crashing, pounding. Tsunami slams, consuming. Raging storm, lightning crashes. Creamy, juicy mixtures like sea foam. Naked flesh falling, collapsing. Limbs entangled joined in ecstasy. *** How much for a blow job? It'll be fifty quid I've only got twenty, what can I get for that? For twenty, you can have a penguin. A penguin? what's that? I'll show you. Taking the money, she dropped to her knees, tugging his pants and shorts down to his ankles. Her fingers gripped the shaft as she sucked the head into her mouth. She sucked him off, looking up, watching him gasp as he got closer. Suddenly she stood up and walked away. Hey, where are you going? He cried, waddling after her with his trousers round his ankles. *** Gotta tell you something, she hesitated, nervousness obvious, avoiding his gaze in shame. I stuff my bra—got really small boobs. That's okay. I prefer flat-chested girls, he replied, equally uncomfortable with his upcoming confession, voice cracking, trailing off: I, uh, have. a. baby-sized cock, last word barely audible. No big deal, she breathed, elated to hear he'd been hiding something too, I cum harder from oral. Relieved about unloading their hearts, lust taking the lead, they undressed. He whipped out his beast. Th-th-thought y-you. said—gulp—baby-sized, she stammered, shocked. He chuckled awkwardly. Nineteen inches, eight pounds. *** I feel deep within me that we are no longer on the same path. You look at me like I am made for fucking and nothing more. Your hands drive me crazy and make me ache to be touched. I need it just once more, then I am gone. I will grip your cock as it stretches my tight pussy. Moan with the pleasure you give me, as my juices flow to my thighs. Feel the heat of your teeth on my neck and your hands gripping my ass. My god your hands, how will I live without their warmth? *** Their first meeting loomed five days away. The sexual tension would be hot. She wanted it white-hot. She sat before the full-length mirror beside her bed. A beautiful lady faced her clad in black matching lingerie. Long legs spread just enough to tease. Perfect breasts peaked above the cups just enough to entice. This should do the trick, she thought. With that she snapped a single photo on her phone. Without missing a beat, she emailed it to the man she would touch for the first time inside of a week. He'd been teasing her. She upped the ante. *** Always the good girl - polished, polite, prudish, even. You found me and smudged my pristine world. How did you see what I didn't? As you held me down and spanked me, my cries turned into begs. I soaked your lap. You didn't gently slip into my softness you burrowed your cock in my ass. You painted my pretty pink lips white and gave me the pearl necklace I really desired. And I liked it all. No, I loved it! Then you left . leaving me burning to be naughty again. You unleashed something I can't hide. What now? *** The power, the beauty, Mother Nature reminding us who the boss is. My hand drifts between my legs as I bend at the window, watching Gaia's performance across her valley. Lightning like an electric charge, makes me tingle thunder making me shiver, the rain joins my moisture. Now he takes advantage whenever a storm starts. Yes, I sigh as he slides into me where I am leaning on the sill. Slow, steady holding my hips. A hard thrust with every flash a spank with every crack. Two more heavenly sounds fill the night air. These really are my favourite things! *** There's no escape! Your seed and soul will be mine! it growled. Even though terrified, his cock was a traitor jumping as the attractive entity floated towards him, kneeling. Its eyes rolled back the entire time, the warmest mouth he ever felt engulfed and soothed him. His balls burned for a much recommended release. Give me all you got, pretty boy! Wave after wave down its throat, his body disappeared by tens of pounds until bare skin and bone remained. His greatest ejaculation being his last. Your sacrifice is greatly appreciated. Eyes unrolled. Voice humanized. Until the next hunger pang. *** As she slides a finger along her labia, I pull my foreskin back. She offers and we suck each others fingers before she rubs her nub. I run my finger around my helmet. She grins and thrusts a finger into herself. How to match her rhythm? Leaning back and lifting a little, I grin back before slipping two fingers into myself with a wink. ″Thank you,″ she laughs. Working harder, she lays back. Her thigh muscles twitch and tense her belly ripples and her chest heaves, as she cums. Lifting up over her, clenching my cute butt I finish too. *** She stuck out in our senior picture. Round, be-speckled, she had crazy hair and a gap-tooth smile. She's still round, but her curves ooze sex now. Down, dirty sex. Retro framed, with a fire mane and gonna-fuck-you lips, she owns her look. Long time, Kis. Damn, you look good, Cassie. You always did to me. Got ties? None that matter. By morning we've fucked our way to heaven too many ways to count. They'll probably just trash the sheets. I'd wanted to burn the invite, but stopped. Maybe the years had beat the bitches and rewarded the back row girls? *** Half-awake, I feel her lower onto me, sliding along my morning salute, lubricating me. No, she whispers in my ear. She rises, adjusts herself, and slides down on me. I'll not marry you. She rises and lowers again. She squeezes and releases several times. She feeds me a nipple, I bite and suck, she moans. She rises, squeezing me tight, and then ever so slowly she lowers, all the way, pushing down on me. As I stiffen and release in her, she cries, Yes! Tremors pass through her. I'm honoured to be your soul-mate, she whispers in my ear. *** With one hand behind me pulling him closer, the other holds him up against my pussy. When his hand runs along the inside of my leg, lifting enough to slide between them, I get increasingly turned on. Flexing my muscles as he thrusts, helping him, being active. Thank you, he whispers, no longer ashamed. Your kink is part of you, I love you. Remember though, it's only ever my thighs. With a hand on my belly, pulling me closer, Oh god, yes! Licking my fingers, I turn over and look at him, Now it's my turn. We kiss, snowballing. *** My ache for you is real. I tried to let it go, but I crave the unknown. Will you take me softly as a lover would, or will it be a rough filled sexual need? I ache so much I need to find release with my slender fingers. Touching myself with the right amount of pressure. Driving me mad until I roughly bring myself to orgasm. Oh how I ache for you, yet you'll never know. You're my darkest secret, the reason I can't sleep at night. Oh, my lush filled fantasy, how I ache for you. *** My hips were moving, thrusting in every direction. The pleasure so intense, I found myself losing control. I've had my pussy eaten countless times, but not like this. This was divine. This was a soft, sensual, deliberate feast of my cunt. Unable to control myself, I clenched down and began convulsing. Moaning uncontrollably as my pussy was tongue fucked relentlessly. I felt the wave wash over me. My orgasm explosive. I was left shaking, weak. As I looked down, all I could see were her beautiful long dark locks over my creamy thighs as she gently released me and smiled. *** I saw her today for the first time, she was down on the beach just where the sand gives way to the lapping of the ocean. Her hair was tousled and half way down her back, she was crouching, and her honeyed skin was naked as the day she was born. Moving towards her, I knew nothing more than she was at home in nature and that this was one of her safe spaces. In the quietness of the scene, a monarch butterfly fluttered by, alighting on her head. The omen clear I knew that she would be mine *** I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I was just doing the banking before lunch and now we were sitting on the floor as robbers emptied the vault. She thought she was being subtle. I could see her hand through the split in her skirt, moving back and forth. Her chest was rising and falling before rising higher. Torn between caution and riding the wave, she bit her lip as her head fell back. When her breathing calmed, she opened her eyes and looked into mine. With a smile and raised eyebrows, she just gave me a tiny shrug. *** Honey! Whadda we know?'Sweet.'Dribbly.'Sticky.'For two honeymooners resting their loins, this is not helping. Jared, whispering:I want to slurp it out of you like a bear.' A moan escapes Anna, the bull inside rearing, trawling the ground. She tries one:I want you to smear it over my face with your cock.' Free samples. Rushing blood. Tour shuffles on. But a moaning storeroom interrupts. Guide opens the door, tourists jostling to see: Jared's honey-soaked digits ravage Anna's cunt while she, delirious, lathers his cock. Lips pursed, the guide sneaks them another sample before closing the door. *** Pick one envelope, green=go, pink=pussy, black=dark, follow the clues, collect the items. I leave the room. He opens the black envelope (as I knew he would). 1 GARAGE: black X on the toolbox, a flogger 2 LIVING ROOM: a picture of the moon 3 KITCHEN: lube and butt plug 4 BEDROOM: I am there, bent over the bed naked. He sees the tattoo, a large X across my butt, which forms arrows when my cheeks are parted. Like a treasure map, X marks the spot! I knew you would pick black. I wanted your first anal to be special. *** Naked on the floor, he has gone to fetch his ink and brushes. Sitting astride a leg, he starts on my bum. Softly touching and stroking, fleeting and whisper-light. Forming lines with care and precision. The first contact starts my juices flowing and distracts me from my task. Not a sign of degradation, one of love. A heart, an arrow, his initials in the middle. His heart given to me to keep safe while marking me as his and his alone. Fingers push into me, curving up needing more. Take me! Mark me again! Sliding in, slowly, deeply, lovingly. *** I find that I have submitted more often to his will, and surprisingly have enjoyed. Little by little, we have learned of each other's kinks (him spanking me, me watching him stroke). We've mutually enjoyed, so far. I love how he teases me when blindfolded, how he rubs lotion on my cheek after a few swats, the way he inserts a finger or two to make sure I am enjoying, how hard he gets doing so. I'm becoming his sub, at least in the bedroom. Will you marry me? he asks. CUNT! (My safe word). We need to talk! *** Like petals of a flower opening to me as she lowers herself. I put my hands up to offer her support, keeping her slightly off me. Slowly lapping at her folds, kissing and tasting all of her. Sucking on her lips and clit, trying to push my tongue into her. I can taste her getting wetter and wetter, hear her breathing getting harsher. Her legs are quivering, it won't be long. I lower my hands, she is in control now, grinding on my nose, sliding against my tongue and lips. Riding my face to her climax. Love you! she cries. *** Two reasons. Tell me, Gretel. For the snacks. And? My peacock costume. You didn't come to this Halloween party to hang out with me? Monty, you happened to be here. I invited you! You did? Gretel, you're the one who told me to wear this Donald Duck outfit. No pants, easy access. Yeah, if I were a real duck. You really have your penis inside me, Monty. Is this a good angle? Considering we're humping in a walk-in closet. How about this? Oh, goodness, yes. Yeah? Yes, Monty! Ahhh, yes, Gretel! Shhh! You shhh! Both of you shhh! Oops. Cumming. *** Exhibitionism is one thing, but he has taken me to a whole new place. Wearing a short skirt with no knickers to the concert was a giggle, knowing it could flick up had my pulse racing and my heart beating. It was his hand at first, feeling me, parting me and bending me a little. From behind he pushed into me, the feel of his jeans on my bare legs, the bottom of his zip hitting my clit with each thrust. His hand at the front, grinding my skirt against me. Lets get naked! people say. Why? I now ask. *** I wake to find him standing at the window, cock in hand, watching the neighbors. He does not hear as I walk up behind him. I press my lips to his shoulder as I reach around and assist his strokes. I see they are at it again. Do you think they know we watch? I think she may. I move in front of him, brace myself on the windowsill. I bend forward. I love how rosy last night left your cheeks! He presses deep into me. I moan a little too loudly. Look, dear, she is smiling at us. *** Slipping into your bed, feeling your warm naked body. My fingers runaround your waist, dipping my finger into your belly button. Fingers moving toward your precious girls, those perfectly formed twins of desire. Climbing the mountains, traversing the darkened pathway that surrounds their peaks. Easing you onto your back. I lap at your peaks, each in turn gently bumping the summits. Surrounding the summits with the dampness of my mouth Suckling. Pressing each in turn to the roof of my mouth. Shaking my head teasing them, stretching them. Suckling them more. The peaks of your girls glorious in their stiffness *** You know this is unknown territory for me? I don't know how far my dark needs will push you. Yes, as it is for me, and I don't know how far mine will let you. Love me and talk to me and we will be all right. She drops her panties, lays across my lap I survey the view, which cheek first? Right-hand caresses each cheek then rests on the small of her back. Left-hand caresses right then left and back again. Get on with it it's not going to spank itself! A light pat, then. SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! *** Don't you fucking move! Yes, Sir. Pushing her legs back, patting her pussy. What's this? My pussy. Your pussy. Slapping it a little harder before sliding three fingers in with ease. Try again. Your pussy, slap. Your cunt, pumping three fingers. Your sopping cunt. I'm going to lick my sopping cunt until you cum and then I'm going to fuck it full of my cum. Please, sir, please use your cunt, please put my cock in your cunt. Your cock? Yes sir, my cock, with a smirk, her voice dropped to a whisper, and don't you fucking forget it. Sir. *** My girl or her bestie? Left or right? Their making out continues taunting me with their spread cracks. Whose asshole and cunt shall I engage? Which pair of cheeks should I pummel? I walk, stroke and grow in mass as their top holes wink at me. I relent. First the best friend for a minute, then my girl for another. Their cries and swears into each other's mouths lead to my exuberant emission. Surging and stiffening into my girl's pink butt-hole, her friend drops below us, awaiting the anal creampie meal. Wait. Am I the first they've done this with? *** Sitting cross-legged, with sustained focus, the unfamiliar sensation builds. A jolt at the base of her spine sends a leaping flame flickering over her clit. A wave of warmth sweeps up from her belly to a sense of empowerment and gladness of heart. A growl escapes her throat then a sharp mental clarity floats into a deep, thrumming, universal peace. After an endless moment, opening her eyes, she finds the whole class staring at her. If you've quite finished, snaps the teacher, we'll move on to downward dog. *** Her name is Belle Jeaune, least that's what she calls herself now. Nude model, age something near 70. This isn't a job of desperation, buttressing her SSI. This has been her whole life. Working the LA photo scene, she posed for Friedlander and Heinecken on down. They called her the Ice Maiden. The stage is right and the lights, but she is not there for me. Behind the camera, I shed my clothes and look again. Her body glows with radiant life and embracing eyes. Yes, darling, now you see. Those boys, they didn't know how to turn the key. *** She is sitting as I instructed, nude, at the foot of the bed. I retrieve the box she gave me and remove the blue velvet blindfold. You can remove this any time you want to, and use your safe word. Yes Sir, I know, I will. I know she saw the paddle, flogger, cane, tickler I placed on the dresser across from her. She trembles as I move them. She has goose bumps and her nipples are erect. I lean in and kiss her softly as I caress her titties, bringing them together. My throbbing cock slides between them. Yes! *** Another might have scoffed, but sitting naked and cross-legged opposite, I know his mind is wide open to all possibilities. Our knees are close with wrists over them, one face-up, one face-down. Eyes closed, breathing together, bodies swaying in time. The tingle starts in my hand as I feel the heat from his hovering over it. Expanding through my body, refocusing on my centre, heating my core. A tear slips down my cheek like the energy falling from my hand, but with a smile, returning to my lover more than he gave and at the same time receiving once more. *** Caroline, you know how much I admire your talent as a sculptor. Your eye, the dexterity of your hands creating a work of art, it just staggers me. Thank you, my love. And what an honor it is that you would use my body as your model, your muse. Seeing you laying there, gloriously naked and open to me, how could I choose otherwise? It's just that maybe you should go a bit more abstract. Why? I just saw old man Connor out on the porch trying to fuck your pussy pumpkin. Again. *** No thanks! It was rhetorical! No worries, but just so you know before I kiss anyone's ass, there's going to be dinner, foreplay, and some fucking. After that, you can ask me to kiss your ass, until then the answer will beNo, thanks!'Without a word she calls his bluff and disrobes slowly. Her top and bra hit the ground together, She unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, leaving her in her panties and stockings. Then she turned and pulled the panty gusset to one side. He found his mouth dry as he considered changing his mind quickly! *** I can see nothing through the blindfold, but my other senses are raging. My bare skin detects someone approaching. My body responds in anticipation nipples harden and the juices flow. I can't move. Spreadeagled, my wrists and ankles shackled. A burning sensation on my breasts and stomach make me cry out. Pain? Pleasure? It had to be dripping candlewax as now I feel the ice. The melting antidote hardens my nipples further as the cold water runs down my stomach. A warm body covers me, a hard cock enters, and the contrasts are enough to throw me over the edge. *** In many ways she is ordinary. If you passed her in the street you may not give her a second look. But something has awoken within her quiet frame, for she has become my ultimate sexual mate, my agent provocateur, agitator of my sexual wants. From secret admirer to courtesan. From prey, she becomes the hunter. From submissive to mistress. When we met, life had her caged like a bird, who had lost her desire to sing. Now she flies high on the thermals of sexual expression. Her touch electrifies my soul, as no one else has ever done. *** All she can do is hear me and feel me. She's a good girl, she can take it off at any time but sits patiently as I walk around. Putting her hands on her knees when I say, stroking herself, but not touching intimately. She knows not to beg or plead and as she plays with her nipples, I ease two fingers into her. She has been close since I took away her sight. Now pulling her head back, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as my fingers find their goal her hips push up as her muscles tense. *** The clouds have conspired to shed light upon us. Sirius is following the hunter to us. I think the neighbor is watching us. We sit on the blanket on the beach of the small island just off the point at her parentscabin. She is sitting between my legs, my cock against her lower back, her head against my chest, our bodies still wet from the swim. I trace along her abdomen, around her boobs, circling her areolas, which are pointing to the stars. Bucket list: Make love in the water- check. Make love under the stars- Sirius is watching! *** Sidesaddle? Isn't that a little old fashioned? Hag, you ride how you like, I'll ride my way. I'm almost embarrassed riding next to you! The others are going to laugh at you! Their loss, Hag. They need me and you know it. We all know that — I just wish you would mount up like it was the twenty-first century! With a grin, Hec mounted as was her preference, regardless of Hag's sensibilities. Her ride moved quickly as Hag followed. Besides, Hag, you never get a splinter from sidesaddle! Hey, that was one time and you spat it out! *** Lying on the beach, the sun beating down. He has just covered me with sun-screen and gone to get some drinks. Shifting my body just a little to glance over my shoulder, scraping my nipples over my towel. I can tell they are erect by how sensitive they feel. I can feel how damp I am getting. He knows the sun does this to me and still he brings me to the nude beach. I'm glad the beach is quiet, it's hard being an introvert when the sun caressing every inch of my body brings me so close to ecstasy. *** With sunlight comes the hangover. With blue light, panic. Pictures last longer. Or do they? How old is he again?? Slut xx Oh fuck. Fuck. An attachment. A reel from a photo booth. Me and our bitch boss's hot college-age son. Cheek-to-cheek. Wide-eyed innocence. Cherry-red pout. Licking his face. Head buried in his lap while he holds my hair, eyes rolled back. I dive under the covers, stomach churning. Footsteps from the kitchen. There he is. Big grin, bigger cock. Oh Gawd. I toss the covers off and reel him in with a curled finger. I need a stress release! *** You should have seen it, that perfect O Her perfect face became the most beautiful face in all of history, but this was no mystery. Perfect lusting, perfect timing, perfect thrusting, perfect wanting. This moment of moments, when the tsunami hit and all of life changed in the twinkling of an eye, our bodies ricocheting through time and space, the bliss frozen in place, on her glorious face, etched indelibly on my heart and mind. Her countenance forever changed, her smile as she looked just a little deeper. She wants to visit there again, just as soon as she can. *** Kelly? What's wrong, girlfriend? Fucking Donnie, that's what! Nasty little shit is cheatinon me! Really? You sure? Damn straight, I am! Shuts the laptop quick when I come in. Lotsa Gotta go out, be back soonand ain't. And if I want a little play together, it'sMaybe later, okay?Used to beCome on, bitch, let's fuck!every night like some horny ass dude! Could be something else, Kel. Times got us all a little screwy. Yeah? Screwy? Then why'd I find some cunt's titty ring in her fucking pocket? So that's where that went. Crap. *** Look at her. Bored again, waiting on another work call. I shouldn't but. Babe, what are you doing? she asked. Giving you what you need. I bent her over facing the laptop, pulled the lace aside and slipped in. Her cunt was lava-hot and she yanked the headset off and unplugged as I pounded. A few minutes later, she stared at me via the black mirror mouthing, fuck you, and I unloaded instantly. Too late to say this ma'am, but your camera's on. A voice from the laptop! She covered her mouth and looked at me. Shit. *** Late August. A sexually-frustrated Sorcha, strolls through the events at the Cowal Highland Gathering, Dunoon, Scotland. Her husband unwilling to fulfill his marital duties. Making her way to the Caber Toss event, she spots Caelan, ready for his toss. Lifting her dress, exposing her fud. Caelan stumbles, his throw falling well short. What the hell! I'm hungry for your tadger! What? Looking to get fucked, are ya? Aye! What's under your kilt? Follow me my lass, I'll show ya for sure! Moments later, her dress falls and she's impaled on his boaby. Moans, sighs. The crowd cheers. Damn jumbotrons. *** Do you remember the nights we would chat, talking about our bucket lists, and getting to know one another? Yes, of course I do! Before my recliner steals you from me, as yours would, I want to plan on crossing as much off each of our lists, together. I too want more than just these few weeks with you. Where shall we start? Skinny dipping and water sex at the lake this weekend? You'll get no complaints from me! Good! Here I have something for you. He opens the box, grins devilishly A blindfold! Perfect! We can start now! *** My man is not a bodybuilder The sexiest part of him is his very hairy body, from his chest to the nest his cock rests in I see him lying on the couch, his shirt wide open. His chest beckons me to rub my nipples on his fur mat He gives me a slight smile as he knows what he is doing to me just lying there I feel the familiar tingle, the juices starting to flow I straddle his waist, leaning down for a kiss. Time to get naked with my hairy cave man *** My seed demons were raging. The hungry pussy of their lover on fire. My seeds spewed forth majestically and flooded within her, each wanting to escape their master, each brother raring to go. Swimming against the flow, fighting to get to her womb, to conquer her womb. This was no siege the womb would welcome the breeding brothers searching for the egg. The invasion, the glorious desire of the adulterous wife, who finally wanted to show her steel, and know that lust can mingle with love - despite her age - and the long-forgotten attentions of her husband's limp dick. *** Soft light is everything to a photographer. I woke to see the pinkish shades of a dramatic dawn peek through my bedroom shutters. What to do? If I didn't go now I would miss it. If I went now I would be leaving her. I opened the shutters and the light, now orange flooded in. It cast the most beautiful shadows on her body. She stirred and threw off the duvet. She was naked. I reached for my camera, she didn't mind. Her red hair tangled on the pillow. Put down the camera and come back to bed. No dilemma. *** Good girl. Come on. Just one more inch. My eyes watered, lips stretched around him. The prize so close. I snorted, pulled back, joined to him solely by saliva and lust. His hands gripped my skull, eyes locked on mine as he pulled me down, engulfing him fully. He hit the back of my throat and I choked. Spluttered. Elated. My lips enclosed the ring at his base and withdrew, sliding it tantalisingly up his slippery, engorged shaft until I popped free to my haunches, face a wet, streaked, mess. I bit the jelly ring. Haribo never tasted so good. *** Linda leaned against the woodland tree. The stranger pulled her running shorts and panties down. Wetness explored, his massive hardness drove up her welcoming channel, lifting her off her feet. Somewhere dogs barked. Legs wrapped around him as he growled, Always this early? Always. Thrust. Such power. Enjoy fucking? Anywhere. Anytime. Another thrust. Rapture. Moaning, Cock feels desperate. Thrust. Wild elation. One-off chance. You? How often? Giggles, Home. Shower. Sleepy hubby fucked. Office. He spurted. Ecstatic orgasms. Lunchtime. Three clerks service me. You? Nods towards barking, Escaped prison earlier. Fourth time. They'll catch me now. You were well worth it. *** I've never felt so lost. searching for direction. Alone. Empty. Then, rummaging in the attic, sifting through memories never to be again, I catch my first glimpse of her in the mirror. Breathtaking! Her reflection disappears and I feel her naked body on me. Soft lips open mine. Gentle hands coax my cock out of hiding. Her warmth gives me sanctuary to feel again. She rides me as I caress her breasts. My hope renewing as we cum together. She reappears in the mirror, looking over her shoulder, smiling. Ironic how the dead breathed new life into the living. *** Today she took me to her autumnal special place. Holding hands, we walked the woodland trail. There was a chill in the air, but it could never spoil this time together, as the warmth was in our hearts. Crunching through the leaves scattered by the wind, we walked and talked, her lilting voice at one with nature. As we walked, the burdens of her life seemed to float gently off her shoulders and she became more and more radiant in her favourite place There in that magical place, our hands clasping each other, smiling, our first kiss was shared. *** Bottoms redden and sting across London. Some applaud him. However, the news urges us to lock our doors and windows until he is apprehended. I think about his hand on my plumpy, white cheeks and shiver. And hope. And wait. He appears by my bed. One might think you desired this since you left your window open, naughty Kimmi. I fling myself across his lap, flipping up my nightie for him. No knickers? Extra swats for you. My spanking begins. His hands sting my bum. I wiggle and writhe. My pussy ignites. I squeal as I soak him. Bad girl! *** I've bathed her lithe body and brushed out her hair. She stares back in the mirror, reading my eyes. Holding our gaze, she takes my hand and covers her naked breast. My legs grow weak as I press and feel her nipple grow against my palm. He'll soon be here to fuck my cunt, she says, debasing his love with vulgarity. I know, my lady. And then I will be yours to love. To touch and taste and use as you wish. I know, my lady. Then why so glum, my sweet? I just wish he didn't stay to watch. *** My eyes jerk open to the clock glowing 3:35. Trying to remember, I get nothing but a blurry jumble. There was some kinda bar bet. Spiky red shoes and olive oil? Something about three parrots? I thumb the lamp, pulling the sheet off the body beside me. Blue-haired with pierced nipples and a bald cunt, her body's a tattooed explosion of color. There's a feeldoe and other toys. My cunt does feel fucked and the lubed rabbit says an ass got it, too. She blinks awake with a smile. Ready for more? They paid for all night. Apparently I won. *** She flees his clutches, running to the woods, as he spews foul words through rancid, liquored breath. He appears - the golden-eyed grey wolf. As he licks her wounds, she nuzzles against his fur. Transforming, his lips take over, showing her gentleness with soft kisses. Caring caresses follow. She needs his loving touches. Devoted to her, he cradles her delicate body as he makes love to her, making sure her pleasure comes first. Waking in the morn, she plods home. Upon seeing paw prints to and from the cottage, her pace quickens. The real monster in her life. gone. *** Sweet kitty curled up on the couch, looking so soft and warm. She purrs when I touch her, and pretty eyes give away her delight at being stroked just so. She doesn't trust just anyone to care for her the way her Master does. I provide everything she needs, and I keep her quite content. In return, she gives me love and affection and makes me feel so good. I always receive such a wonderful greeting when I return home from being away. She's the best pet a man could have! There's no sweeter pussy than my darling little Kat. *** Sitting at a hotel veranda one afternoon, there was this beautiful blonde sitting with several people. She didn't look excited to be there and it was hard to tell if she was attached. Tall, slim, in a suit that left little to the imagination, she really looked like perfection. Our eyes met, Damn, she caught me looking! She didn't seem upset and for a while we traded glances, then she got up to leave, to my disappointment. As she climbed the stairs, she turned and looked directly into my eyes with an invitation that perked up my nipples. Check please! *** Yuki-onna! He startles, falling backward, recognizing her flawless pale skin, ebony hair, translucent gown, and violet eyes. Beautiful, but deadly! She hovers over him, poised to steal his life with her icy breath, then he plunges his fingers inside her frigid cunt. She freezes, cheeks coloring. He maneuvers her underneath him, with his warm mouth darkening her nipples. Unleashing his manhood, pulsing heat ignites her chilly pussy. She shudders, writhing in the snow, as he watches her frosty eyes thaw. A fire now rages within her. Their orgasming bodies melt the ice and the Snow Witch is no more. *** Now don't get all riled up! The tall red-head looked at her girlfriend of three years like she hadn't really known her. How the hell do you explain this? I come out to the garage to get something, put up the back of the hatchback and find this! Why in the world would you not expect me to get riled up?! Just what the fuck is this anyway? The two stood there, looking down at the pretty brunette who had been hiding in the back of the car. Ilsa, the girlfriend, looked at her lover and said, A spare? *** She was the same, but different. It was the little things. How she traced her fingers over my skin. A mole on her breast as my lips brushed her nipple the soft hair on her mound as I kissed her moist opening. She gave breathy little sighs, and made tiny mewling sounds as she welcomed me into her wet heat. Fingernails gouged my back as her urgent cries signalled her climax. A tap at the door my wife. Did you enjoy that? Our languid, satisfied smiles were answer enough. I thought a change might do you both good! Twins, eh? *** She says the first 36 hours are the worst. Of course it starves her of her desperate need, for I always snap it in place when she has been edged to within an inch of her orgasm. It's her eyes that tell the true story, the pleasure she finds through the desperation of want, the pleasure of pleasing me, despite the fact we both know her belt is a crutch, on which she leans. Longing for the day when my pleasure is sufficient alone. Until then, the joy I feel as the padlocks click in place, and I whisper mine. *** So concludes tonight's reading. Next week, Cunnilingus 3, 10-35: And He brought forth twelve sinful women, instructing his disciples to feast and find the holiness in them. Our Prayers. Lord, give Deacon Jimmy some reliefcause Marla's been ministering our black brothers after Sunday service and he ain't measuring up anymore. Watch over Abe Carson. Seeinhis wife muffing the maid hurt him real bad. Mary Carson asks, Lord, take the bastard quick. And Lord, give me strengthcause it's choir tryouts and that's a whole lotta pussy to taste in a day! Good night and God Bless! *** Our second bicurious book club meeting, and we're climbing on farm equipment? It's a Sybian, Amber. I'm familiar, Barb. Never sat on one before, though. Then strip down and hop on. I would, but Taylor beat me to it. There's room for one more, Amber. Join me! Take it off! Take it off! Okay, Barb, jeez. I'm an eager voyeur. Clearly. If you keep rubbing through those panties, they will be soaked with Barb juice. Too late. All right, Taylor, I'm naked, horny, and ready. Switch it on. I'm trying, Amber, but I can't reach-- I got it, ladies. Holy-- *** She lay down on my couch, a sight I never imagined. You've never felt what I felt right then, there was only one possible response. She all but purred as she pressed herself into the white leather. The contrast of the white leather and her skin was incredibly enticing, I could only look at her in absolute shock. She had caught me completely off-guard and words failed me briefly. But they did come back and I voiced the one thought at the forefront of my mind: Get your goddamn heels off my couch, you Philistine! The nerve of some people! *** Words from girlfriend's past propel him into my dark forest. Peenie. Dinky winky. Inchworm. Upon my lair, he begs, Five more inches! Balance must be kept. A sacrifice for a gift, I warn. Anything, he promises. I conjure my potion, lathering his tiny morsel with my magic. My bewitching cunt swallows him as he lies naked on the pentagram. My juices the final ingredient. I chant while riding him, lengthening him with my undulations. His girth responds to my words, stuffing me. Afterward, he marvels at his eight inches, then screams, seeing his acorn-sized balls. Your sacrifice. *** It was a simple mistake True enough, I thought I knew where I was going and I did. but I didn't end up where I expected. The problem was the signs were all in a different language and I was looking for a Spa. I parked the motorcycle went through a doorway and got sucked into bliss, quite literally. Lying me face down, they ravaged my muscles with oiled hands. They turned me over and set to work again, this time those four hands and two mouths took me to heaven as each tasted my seed. A massage to remember. *** Eight pairs today. We lock the door, getting busy. Thin pink thong, soaking after I eat you. Chaste white satin, wet edge to edge. Back and forth, one after the other, faster as our pussy's flow, then finish each other without. She's picking them up at 5:00. Wants them gift-wrapped. *** Sometimes, I can't help myself. I only have to do one thing. Just write fifty words! Easy, right? What could possibly go wrong? But what if I didn't want to? What if I wanted to write fifty-one? I'd go over Kimmi's knee—that's what. She'd spank me like a naughty little boy! Well, what would you do? No contest, really, is it? Fifty-one words I write. Bad Jason! Pants down, and over Kimmi's knee I go! Spank, Bad, spank, Shy, spank, Thespian! Spank! What have you got to say for yourself? Um. Again, please, Kimmi? Pfff! Pass me the hairbrush! *** Spreading her legs, she invited him in just like he hoped she would. Such a tight little cunt, wet and warm, made for fucking. Her moans were driving him crazy, urging him to fuck her harder. When she gripped his cock with her pussy he almost spilled his load deep inside her too soon. Oh my God, Shawn, she moaned. Don't stop fucking me, baby! Nothing in this world, heaven, or hell could make him stop. With every thrust, he grew closer to claiming her cunt forever. Thanking the gods of lust for her dress coming off. *** You want me to fuck your pussy? Yes. Don't finger it, suck it or lick it. Fuck it! But how am I gonna. I'm already soaked! Fuck me! He slips in and grinds her insides knees pinned behind ears and she snarls at him: Stop making love to me and fuck me dammit! But. I'm not fragile. Fuck me like a whore! His grip engulfs her neck and he pounds until his floppy balls and her jello crack become hitched. An eruption and withdrawal leads to: Honey, I'm so sorry, she blushes, I don't know what came over me. *** She stood there shocked, looking at Carrie bent over her table tugging her jeans down over her butt. In an instant she was looking at a sexy pair of lacy panties before reason came roaring back. There were a thousand reasons why this was a terrible idea. It was the worst possible thing that could happen between them. There was no way a relationship between them could work out. There was too much water under the bridge, too many issues, and too many problems. But even with all that, she slowly sank to her knees and kissed those lacy panties!. *** I don't know where we went wrong, but here we are. scratching and clawing like wounded animals. I guess I want this less than I thought I did, even as you foam with need to devour that. We used to be Mentos rapid-fired into pressurized Cola, a frothing eruption of sexual entropy followed by sticky sweet messes that left us craving the depths of saccharine extremes. More than we could handle. We pushed too far, indulged too much. The wide-eyed wonder faded, flattened to bitterness. Then hate. All I see is you and him, recreating what we used to have. *** An aroused woman is chatting online with a male friend. Masturbating, she tells him how horny she is and that she wants to orgasm before her husband returns. He describes what he would do if he were there. Reading intently, she rapidly stimulates her sex with two fingers. As she reads his typing, she works it feverishly. She orgasms intensely, leaving just enough time to sign off and straighten her clothing before her husband arrives. Still on edge, she flings herself at him and manoeuvres him into the bedroom to have her wicked way with him as a second helping. *** I stroke her pale, hairless mound, and she rocks with the rhythm of my gentle caresses, deeper now. I kiss her soft mouth, which opens so our tongues can explore. We kiss harder now as our passion builds. I want all of her, she all of me, and this night belongs to us. Her hands, like mine, become a storm where thunder and bolts of lightning will strike us together. As my words drip from my lips to hers—my inkwell spilling and running over the brim of her curves and folds, as I plunder her deep into our eternal night. *** Evenin', guvnor. Wha. can I do yer for? Bit delicate, mate. Missus's not tooappy: me tool's too big. Never known a lady to complain about that! Well, tight squeeze, see. I mean, she wants me to doer. ya know. dirt passage. Eh? Er. tradesmen's entrance. Yer what? You blinkin. thick, George?Er back door! Oh! Flippin'eck! Yeah, well, now what do I do? Got jus. the fing: WD-40. Good fer allinges, knobs,andles. stop that backdoor squeakin. an. all. Two and six. You're a pal, George.Ere ya go. Ta, vicar. Love to the missus. *** Sat enjoying a coffee in my local coffee house. My eyes were captivated by a woman as she nursed her baby. As she finished, I could see droplets of milk spilling from her large, rosy nipple I licked my lips, almost tasting her milk. She got up, offered me her hand, took me to the restroom, and, laying the baby down, opened her top, lifted her left breast and said, This is what you need. Without answering, I knelt and began to suckle, feeling the warmth of her milk flood my soul with life, her hands caressing me. I'm home. *** They boarded their flight to Japan, relieved the long wait in the lounge was finally over. Their hand luggage stowed, they settled into their seats at the back of the plane. Having the row to themselves, they raised the armrest between them and covered up with a blanket. They kissed. His hands wandered and found her firm bud, which was already moist with her nectar. Mercilessly, he teased it, quickening her heart rate and breathing. Stifling a moan with a kiss, her body convulsed in ecstasy. While adjusting in her seat, her breathing relaxing, she caught the flight attendant's wink. *** He read me like he was reading a book, not just any book, but his favorite, leather-bound, first edition. He turned my pages when he wanted to pause and enjoy himself -pondering my delights - he folded some corners back, and with his fingers, he smudged my ink. He read me from cover to cover, really read me, and handled me with devotion. He marked, or, rather, underlined where he ravaged me in those special places that took his breath away. But the most beautiful thing was I was never left on a shelf he carried me with him daily. *** Heart pounding and hand shaking, I knocked, holding my girlfriend's birthday gift painting against my leg. What am I doing here? Sapphire eyes full of desire answered, eyes I'd soon see looking up at me, my cock between his lips. The vibrant painting had caught his eye at work, his hand lingering on mine as he complimented my art and invited me to see his. My hands in his soft salt and pepper hair, my hips thrusting, a growl announcing my release, him swallowing. Between new moments I hurriedly text Ella. Sorry, work's keeping me late. Won't make it tonight. *** How's your new, young guy's cock? asked Lucy. Great, replied Helena. Long, thick, and plenty of stamina. Last week he and his equally well-endowed housemate gave me a lovely spit-roast. They both love mature tits, and they both know how to lick cunt. Helena's husband Will found this provocative chat difficult to tolerate. When Lucy increased the intensity of her tugging, Will lost it and uncontrollably ejaculated a huge load over Lucy's huge slightly saggy breasts. Her nipples were disturbingly erect. Simultaneously, Helena grinned wickedly and thrust her strap-on into her husband's needy arse a few more times. *** I knew I'd have to try swallowing cum eventually, but it was the third blowjob before I plucked up the courage. I was on my knees, sucking hard and taking instructions: Faster! Let your hair brush my cock like that again..! I felt it nudge the edge of where I'd gag, and pulled back, then sucked only the top, jerking the base with my hand. I never saw his semen. It shot against the roof of my mouth as if syringed. I swallowed hard, curious and anxious. Palatable, if not delicious. I'm glad this drink comes in shots, not pints! *** Hot, passionate kisses as we tear each other's clothes off. Your hands find me already wet as you toss me on the bed. Your hard shaft slides inside my wetness, slowly opening my glistening folds. The first few strokes are slow and deliberate while your fingers stimulate me mercilessly. Our bodies move together in rhythm as you continue this erotic onslaught until my back arches and my climax rips through my entire being. Only then do you drive into me and make me your own until you send me over the edge again and empty yourself deep inside me. *** I was under her merciless gaze. As she pushed me closer and closer, then drew me back from the edge, my body was aching for release. Yet I knew it would only be with her permission, and at her hands. Her instructions were clear, simple, total abstinence, until she called me into her presence. The battle not to touch, to gain my needed release, or basking in the warmth of her pleasure. Absolute torture, the ache of my body versus the ache of my heart and mind. How long would the battle for abnegation rage? And, who would win! *** My next-door neighbour, Daphne, is one of those housewives who colour-coordinates everything in pink and white. I don't mind. I just use pink ribbons to tie her to the bed before taking her however I want before her husband comes home. We're drinking coffee when he comes into the kitchen. Harry, this is our new neighbour, Lucy. Harry pales slightly. But then, Daphne doesn't know I'd already met Harry at a bar the night before. I stare into his eyes as I suck my finger the same way I'd sucked his cock. I think I'm going to enjoy living here. *** She welcomed him home, gave him a drink. She stood to her feet, slipped off her top and silk panties. Determined to give him a show. Throwing off her inhibitions as simply as stripping off her clothes. She lay on cushions, opening her legs, he sees her glorious smooth body, her hands resting on her mons. Fingers gently part her moist and glistening inner cunt lips, her pearl, radiant. Teasingly, she plundered her soul before him. Ravaging her form with nails. Her hips were gyrating and her fingers plunged and dived deep until her dam burst. Her cry resounding. *** She was a time traveller. They first met in a mystical world, where fantasy was rife, yet connection was deep. They enjoyed each other's company. There were dates, dalliances, and dreams each drawing them closer. Until, she slipped in, naked, between the sheets, next to him. He slept soundly, now, but would notice at some point during the night. It was his hand that felt the warmth of her nakedness. His body responded in the only way to the presence of her warmth and beauty. Gently his rampant form, plundered time and space and her screams pierced the sky. *** The spiked boots part the way. The leather second skin announces. Prowling. Stalking. Icy eyes appraise the jostling clubbers, seeking out tonight's sustenance. She ignores the quick-turned heads, the willing, the eager. Licking hungry lips, she seeks virgin prey. There. The reluctant, self-effacing mouse. Pale. nervous. and yet, that flick of the eye. Yes. Moving close, she growls against the shock-stilled neck, intent and promise clear. What once was good enough for him will be stripped away and naked truths revealed. A new life born. She pats the husband's ashen cheek. Don't worry, hun. I'll bring her back tomorrow. Promise. *** In the intimate darkness of the room, my bare skin tingles with each sensual caress of the masseuse's heated hands, melting away my restraints. Each stroke of my curves creates an exciting elixir of pleasure and serenity. My body trembles with longing as a breathy moan escapes my lips. She responds to my unspoken plea by sliding her fingers into me, exploring every inch of my inner walls until I am writhing with pleasure. Her thumb traces magical circles around my sensitive bud, blurring the lines between longing and bliss until I succumb to the allure of it all. *** I watch his pants come down, watch his penis, half erect already, burst out. God, that cock looks good. I've earned this. I'd done my research. I'd watched his eyes and marked where on my body they fell: my chest and belly. I'd taken every chance to wear short tops. I'd cooked him his favourite meal. I arch my neck for him to kiss, feeling his erection nudge my mound. His penis slips into me and awakens my clit. My body rocks as he pumps me. As orgasm possesses me, my efforts are justly rewarded. I've still got it. *** Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I have lustful thoughts for a married man. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I crave his wonderous mind salivate over his sexy body. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I want to sit within the confines of his marvellous mind. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I want to ravish his ravenous body. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I need to repent for my sin. But Father. Please forgive me. I need to continue with my hungry, lusty sin. For today is this married man's Birth Day. *** Trembling fingers unveil my pale privates always covered from the sun. Pillowy breasts draw my eyes first, and I gently cup them. They're more than a handful, but. Mmmm. so soft. Oh my, except for my nipples. They're hard little buttons after I play with them. Curious fingers fiddle inside my netherlips. I'm wet. Very wet. And what happens when I do this to my clit. Sweet Jesus! Goodness, my slightly-parted lips are quite sexy when I pant. A voice from the shadows. Say it. I'm beautiful. And I mean it. He moves toward me, unzipping his trousers. *** The soft, silvery moonlight bathes our naked skin as I turn toward the sound of your gentle breathing. Our lips gently, softly touching, we sense each other's hearts beat. Tongue tips touch through parting lips. The breathing shallows in a tight embrace as lust courses through our veins. Full-frontal skin-to-skin contact as legs entangle. Tongues exploring, bodies writhing as they glisten in the soft moonlight. Our breaths exchange in unison with our bodily gyrations. Our breathing stops for just a moment as we reach the peak of ecstasy. A deep recovery breath and drift back into a heavenly entangled sleep. *** If I live to be seventy-five years old, I shall have thirty-nine-and-a-half-million minutes of life. I was happy to spare five of them to suck his penis. The first two minutes, I produced as much spit as I could to moisten that cock. From minute three onwards, it was wet, and my lips and gums slid smoothly up and down. As minute four ticked on, he purred and, mmm'ed, and praised me by name. Minute five was a blur of tonsil tickling sucks, gasps, and groans. His joy in orgasm justified every second. *** I bite the delicate skin of my inner lip in anticipation as featherlight kisses map my inner thigh. I can feel his breath warming my delicate skin. Anticipation. His probing tongue licking the outer folds of my pussy. A well-placed nibble. So much heat. Anticipation. Pulling the smooth skin taut into his mouth. Fingers parting swollen lips, finding their way. Anticipation. Tongue teasing my hard nub of nerves. Flicking his tongue striking his target every time. Every flick creates shockwaves. Anticipation. Fingers probing, pushing against inner walls. Tongue relentless. Thrusting. Flicking. Anticipation. Shockwaves reaching a crescendo, washing over me. Release. *** When her husband has gone to work, Nicole colours canvas until noon, when she walks a flat faced dog. On Mondays she meets a friend for lunch, but mostly she eats alone, shrouded in shades at a pavement cafe and reads a book by Sartre. On Thursdays she tangles limbs in a rented room with Simon, a simian screenplay writer and cab driver. At her request he smears her star with butter, then buggers her à la Maria inLast Tango'. Afterwards they smoke and bicker about art and life. Some days it's hard for Nicole to tell the difference. *** My eyes are tightly shut, desperately trying to hold on to the fading vision of her luscious curves as I rouse from my dream. Her presence between my legs ignites a burning desire, which my hand tries to fan when I slip it into my wetness, pretending it's hers. My body hums with desire as I imagine her tongue swirling around my pearl. The heat of pleasure rises with each caress, my body trembling as I sink deeper into bliss until I succumb to sleep's seductive whispers and return to the enthralling world of dreams where she awaits. *** We don't like scary movies. We always go, but never watch. We take the back row seats, those awkward ones, always empty. We get popcorn with extra extra-butter. A dipping cauldron between us. Our mingled fingers come out glistening. Slippery. Intent. When the big screen opens with shivers and shrieks, we improvise our own. Between pale legs, I finger deep, my fervor seeking that hunger within. You, more fairy-like than fiend, cajole my magic mushroom amid the forest ferns. Scene by scene we fuck our script until the credits roll. Then we lick fingers and wait. There's cartoons coming next. *** I loved the sensation of warm slippery cum splattering on my breasts, my husband's fingers painting my hard nipples as he kissed my lips, hot and swollen from sucking cocks. We thanked our new but unnamed friend, his spent cock now drooping, and left the theater, the actors onscreen moaning, their fucking unwatched. I knew he'd be rock hard and leaking, eager to get home and slide into my wet, ready pussy after licking cum from my body. In the car, we could smell the semen on me, and I turned so he could watch me masturbate as he drove. *** We danced with such abandon in the warm humid evening air. There was something about the heat of summer that set our spirits free. Maybe it was how the sun lingered longer. Or, how free she felt twirling in her barely-there sundress. Or, how we simply sank to the blanket, laid on the ground where we made love. Completely in tune with each other as our bodies writhed in orgasmic pleasure. I realised that paradise isn't a place you go to at the end. Paradise is simply moments being wrapped in the soul of someone I love *** With one sinful glance, I completely surrender to your carnal hunger, craving the flames of unbridled passion that ignite between us. As you skilfully guide me through this intoxicating journey, my worries fade away, making room for pure, liberating submission to your every touch and command. Each sensation becomes a choreographed dance of pleasure, pushing me to the edge of euphoria, with you as the sole anchor grounding me. As you effortlessly draw one orgasm after another from my body, I scream with ecstasy, sinking deeper into your ocean of desire. Everything except us disappears, and I'm finally free. *** He beckons me in, points to his lap. Obediently, I straddle him. His hands on my hips position me. His tongue in my mouth sweeps over mine, taking possession. His fingers find my wet core, slip inside, stretching me perfectly. I moan into his mouth. He moves my hand to his belt - permission. When his cock is free, he lifts me so I can sink down onto him. It's hard, fast, deep and his mouth never leaves mine. He groans as he unloads inside me. I close the office door behind me. Not bad for a first day. *** Hubby begged repeatedly—I always resisted. Then one day I finally gave in. Just one time, just for you. Thank you! That's all I want, never again. He'll be over tonight. It was black and scary big, stretching me and filling places I never knew existed. Gasping, screaming orgasms. A ride to heaven and back. As I almost passed out, his hot seed filled me. God forgive me. I had no idea. While hubby jerked himself and thanked me profusely, I whispered my number to my lover, adding, Text me. We kissed deeply. I thought: You reap what you sow. *** Stinging raindrops collide with blossom petals, and the wind showers them upon us. Amidst fuschia pink and slate grey, we battle to slay the beasts within. Writhing on his impalement, he must see me like this, relentless and impassioned for what I crave. Snorted air stings with ozone, and deep watery kisses are my inspiration. Clinging to life, the intense waves of ecstasy wash the fight from me. I am rising, and he is fattening, my mantra begs to make me his. At its apex, we are three. The thunder rumbles, lightning scorches us, and in rapture, the inundation begins *** Are you awake, Suzy? No. I need to fuck you. Okay, but just don't wake me up, (Later) Ooooo! What's happening now? In my dream. someone is licking my tummy. Anyone you know? It's that girl from the flower shop near where I work. Skinny? Short hair? Dirty laugh? That's her. What's she doing now ? She's touching my special place. Well, she'll be used to handling moist petals, and tender stems in her line of work. Oh, FUCKING HELL. What? She's only licking my arsehole. I am praying she NEVER stops. Hmmm. the flower shop won't be open today! *** He handed her two clothespins. She looked nervous, but knew there was no going back. She placed one pin on each nipple. The pain ebbed and flowed. Bitting her lip, she looked in the mirror. Kinky, she thought to herself. He tapped his foot impatiently. She dragged this out as much as she could. Laying back on the bed, spreading her thighs for him. He grinned at his slutty pet. He put a third clothespin on her clit. The pain hit her right away. She moaned, as it turned into a kinky need. He shows her new kinky ideas everyday. *** She's a hell cat, stalking in red heels. Her golden mane flowing behind, she prowls, seeking her lover. As she moves, she turns the heads of all who see her., for she is a huntress, almost daring her prey to look at her. She licks her lips at some, until she sees him and he becomes her single focus. When she finds him, she purrs against his neck, her desire to play all night inside her jungle den, to ravage and be ravaged, to be fed. Biting his form as he claims her body, mind and soul *** I lie on the stone altar, watching the cauldron's steam rise into the night, the fire warming my bare skin. My sisters chant as the High Priest approaches, his manhood ready to take my virginity—a sacrifice I am willing to make for my coven to thrive. As his sacred phallus penetrates me, I close my eyes, surrendering to the ancient ritual, feeling our ancestorspower flow through me. Pleasure and pain dance in unison as I soar through the heavens, his devoted offering filling me beneath the moonlit sky. After nine months, our coven is blessed with twins. *** I sat in the examination chair with a ton of weight on my chest as the doctor told me the cost of artificial insemination, which I thought my insurance covered. My eyes welled up with tears. I can't afford it. It is possible to do it for free. Please! As he slowly unzipped his pants, my inhibitions vanished and I eagerly welcomed him, desperate for his sperm. His powerful thrusts penetrated me deeply, eliciting ecstasy with each movement. My core throbbed around him, enlivened by the warm, potent seed gushing from him freely, igniting hope. Thank you, doctor. *** My finger slips inside her to prove my point. Her body tenses, her pussy muscles clenching around my finger. My finger's slow pace dipped in and out of her wet pussy. Circling and pressing her enflamed clit. Her hips lift. Begging for more of all this. Her goal, to cum on my plundering finger. Looking into her pleading eyes. I knew she was mine. I whisper, Who's your daddy? With a sigh, she bites her lower lip before she moans You! *** We met at a friend's party. As with the customary getting-to-know, messages were exchanged for months. We felt that we were vibing. Hence, both agreed to finally meet again at my house. I watched him cook like a professional chef. Every dish was delectable, as mouthwatering as him. Over dessert, he asked me how adventurous I am. I blushed and shyly smiled. I was unable to give a verbal answer as he ate my sodden pussy in his chair while I sucked his stiff cock like the last drop of wine, making me look like his upside down cake. *** Her fingers grip the sheets as I gaze into her lustful brown eyes. Her legs are open, delicate nectar coating the curves of her petal-soft labia. Pressing my lips against her quivering flesh, I devour the tangy taste of her desire. My tongue circles her button as my fingers sink into her. With every teasing flick and deep thrust of my fingers, her moans grow louder. Our bodies move in an intimate rhythm, her urgent gasps synchronizing perfectly to the erotic beat of my tongue's movements. She shudders, crying out in rapture, and I savor her sweet release. *** Hesitation's foreign to me. I'd snapped the incriminating photo of us, so why hadn't I left? Inescapable longing, that's why. It surfaced, lingered, and imprisoned me naked alongside him. While he slept, I trembled and dripped, replaying his tongue spoiling my intimate flesh. Unlike the others, he'd breached then wriggled underneath my armor. By the time he'd splayed my legs and teased me with his tip, I'd forgotten who had seduced whom. Now, I lay toying with his wedding band, contemplating how easily it'd slip over the knuckle. So, I deleted the photo. Fuck the promotion. I wanted him instead. *** His deft fingers teased my swollen pearl as he dived from behind into my desperate folds. All seven delicious inches of his hardness filled my depths, teasing my G-spot with each stroke. Every deeper thrust brought me closer to the edge until I screamed in bliss, my core convulsing around him. His warm seed spilled inside me, mixing with my release as I rode the waves of ecstasy. The rumours about you, Sir Casanova, are true, I said as I watched him pull up his pants, eager to leave before my husband returned home. *** Your dazzling eyes awoke a lethal desire in me, and I succumbed to their hypnotic allure. My fortress of defenses crumbled with a single touch, overwhelmed by our profound connection, brighter than stars and forever shaping our destiny. We embraced, a perilous dance entwined with a love that defied the world, and you paid the ultimate price. As our lips met for the last time, I tasted the bittersweet poison that lingered on your tongue—not enough to join us in an eternal embrace, but I brought my own. With the last drop, the world fades away. Romeo? *** He knows exactly what I need. No matter how stressed I am at days end, he brings to me his sweet love. Taking the stress from my body when I arrive home, he begins stripping me bare. First with his dreamy eyes, then with his caressing hands. Bearing not only my soul, but my nakedness, he captures me in his loving arms. Lifting me to new heights, he smothers me in his attentive love. Stirred on by his arousal, I enter his wonderous oasis. I savour his heated touch. The explosive pleasure our coupling creates can be heard in Heaven. *** You've got cum in your hair again! Have I? Hee-hee! Good night, was it? The best! Well? We played forfeits I kept losing. Silly me! You're such a slut! Yes! Sooo. What happened? First, they all took turns spanking me. You probably deserved it. Of course! Then, I sucked off the boys. Mmm—lucky you. The girls demanded a good licking. Pussy or ass? Both! Then it got really messy! Cum everywhere! And I'm so sore. Hmm—and I'm so jealous! Do you think we could switch places next week? Oh! My friends would love that, mum! Don't tell your dad. *** While Sir held a Zoom meeting in another room, wearing a headset, I slipped my hand under my panties. My imagination ran wild every touch sent my desires soaring until I succumbed to the exquisite pleasure. When I told him about it later, he went pale. Please tell me you were quieter than usual! Why? I sent the meeting recording to my boss. Your moaning in the background would be disastrous. Though I believe his boss may have enjoyed it, fortunately for him, this time I was quiet, biting my lip, and holding my breath to prolong the orgasm. *** The Front Desk said you wanted to see me, sir? Thank you! I do try to keep your room the way you like it, sir. Oh yes, you have been more than generous. Is there a problem, sir? I'm so very sorry, sir! Please give me another chance?! I had noticed that chair . sir . and what is sitting on it. Yes, I think I understand its purpose, sir. Kneel on it? Yes, sir. I assumed . you wanted me to lift my skirt, sir. Oh? Panties down as well? Yes, sir? Ow-ow-ow-ow-Oww! *** My heart races with jealousy as I witness his ecstatic countenance as he plunges deeper into her inviting wetness, inciting deep groans from her lips—a tide of lust that drowns away all my doubts and leaves a fervent yearning twitching between my legs. Come here, she breathes. I sit on her face, her wet tongue swirling around my clit. He drives deeper and faster into her while she vigorously licks and sucks me, her muffled moans vibrating against my bud. With a guttural groan, he spills into her, pushing me over the edge, and she slurps my gushing nectar. *** In kittenspace, intricate thoughts dissipate like morning mist, leaving only pure simplicity. With a playful heart and a mischievous spirit, we float away from the mundane world, weightless and carefree. In the tapestry of innocence and curiosity, the essence of a kitten unfurls, embodying pure joy, boundless wonder, and untainted bliss. Guided by feral instincts, every movement unfolds with a graceful allure. Our meows and purrs become a symphony of secrets and desires as we get lost in the dance of untamed desires. Within this oasis of delightful indulgence, the pressures of grown-up life fade away, replaced by serene euphoria. *** We've known each other for a few years now. Usually there are others around. Today it's just you and me. Over lunch, we learn things we hadn't known about each other.. You nervously flip your alluring blonde hair. I probably have my own tells. We both know. Our eyes meet. Our lips meet. We find a quiet place. I taste your soft neck. Your supple breasts. Your luscious slit. My cock finds its way inside you. Amid thrusts, I decide you're the best manager I've ever had. *** There must be a bitch in heat nearby the dog is acting crazy! He is going to destroy all of his girlfriends! Emma whines, her gaze fixed on the mounds of stuffing from teddy bears that her dog had ripped apart as it humped them. Why are you so surprised? Sir smirks. You're a horny, little minx, and the dogs take after their owners. In comparison to you being in heat all year, your dog is actually quite tame. Emma rolls her eyes and mutters something under her breath, knowing he is right. *** Tina needed Luke deeper, for complete satisfaction. She licked the remaining drop of semen from her lower lip as Luke's two fingers wriggled into her causing her sharp intake of gasping breath. The musky taste on her tongue increased the sensuality of his own tongue licking her. Tina knew exactly what she craved. But fingers had limits. Anxiously, she reached where his limp, cock had lain. Hardness now. Heartwarming hope for a shared heaven. Gripping, guiding brought him up and over her. His smile, gorgeous. His hard entry, marvelous. Then deep, and deeper, as required, to her very core. Ecstasy. *** You are not a sub. The truth of her statement reverberated around my heart and echoed in my soul, completely tearing down everything I thought I was. So, who am I? You're a kitten. A kitten is whoever she wants to be—flirting coyly one moment and taking control the next. With her sharp claws, she can mark her territory, asserting her dominance while retaining the freedom to roam as she desires. That's who I am—a kitten who resists being fully tamed, forever dancing on the edge of liberation, embracing the savage wilderness that resides within. *** My heart quickens as I watch him kneel beneath me, taking my soft, bare foot into his hands. His ardent lips trace a path up my arch, caressing my silky-smooth skin as he greedily inhales the sweetly illicit aroma, while his powerful tongue sensuously massages the delicate soles of my feet, igniting an eruption of fiery desire. His devouring tongue swirls around each plump toe, his fingers dancing along the arch, reverently worshiping every inch until I purr a command for him to lie down. Straddling his raging erection, I ride him until delirious pleasure consumes us both. *** What's up with her and those daisy dukes? Too far along to button the damn things. So what does she do? Zips them partway, ties on a halter top, and crawls barefoot into that overgrown flower bed to pluck and prune with her tits spilling and ass jiggling and belly bulging and fuck what the neighbors think. She knows her game, knows what I wanna do. Tearem off and ravish her brains out among the peonies. but noooo — her belly. I gotta slide in and take her slow and easy. Slow and easy. Witch. Damn those daisy dukes. *** We agreed that I would forgo the blindfold for now and keep my eyes closed. Trust and blindfold will come soon enough. I didn't open them when he played it safe and fed me a strawberry, followed by chocolate. I nearly did when he laughingly followed with a sip of lemonade. I hear him drop his pants and shuffle about. Is he stroking? He takes my finger and puts it in something warm on his hand. He holds his hand to my lips. I cautiously give a lick. Warm, creamy, unfamiliar flavor, but tastes yummy. Cum? Snickering, he says, Quark! *** He didn't need it, but a friend gave him the blue pill, so he took it. and oh my! He was so fucking hard! It was like he was sixteen again, except he was able to go on and on, making me come again and again. He even stopped to lick me before taking me again, and when he came, I felt every spurt. Uncharacteristically, it was me that was exhausted, but ten minutes later, when his hardness prodded me again, I rolled over and raised my bottom in the air, and he slid right in. Better living through chemistry! *** Her legs and bum were the first things that really attracted me. She was one of those lucky ladies with no hips to speak of, and the smallest neat little bum. People came and went. I knew it was always a one-sided affair, I was in love from the start. I even moved nearer to her but it made no difference. It came to a screeching sudden end at Marble Arch. She walked away without a backward glance. As the doors to the tube carriage closed I knew I should have spoken to her, at least once. *** As I lower my hips onto your lap, your thick desire slides into my wet folds. Ravenously lapping up the salty beads of sweat cascading down your neck, I savor your fear inextricably entwined with your longing. My starved lips press against your carotid, throbbing with your racing pulse as my fangs pierce the soft skin and metallic ambrosia slowly fills my mouth. Your seed warms up my lifeless body as I greedily absorb every last ounce of your vital essence. You will soon awaken to an eternal, living death as my devoted servant, sired by my blood. *** The night at my crush's place was like a dream—until she left me alone in her room and I couldn't tear my gaze away from her laundry basket. Unable to control myself, I opened the lid, releasing the intimate scent of her dirty lingerie. I grabbed her thongs, lifted them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Her enticing musk teased my senses as I captured some of her sweet traces on my tongue, pretending I was licking her clean. What are you doing? My cheeks flushed as I met her gaze. Lick me instead, she smirked, and I eagerly obliged. *** I fly into the bedroom to check the noise. There they are at it again! Legs entwined. Writhing with desire, he pumps like a piston in a racing car. Elatedly, she screams, Fuck me, baby! He pumps deeper and faster, working hard to reach the peak of joyous release. The strength of their desire is overwhelming. Their breathing quickens. They roll over with her on top. She gyrates, gliding back and forth along his rigid shaft. Their moaning grows louder, so, I buzz in for a closer look. Why does she stop the rocking when they are almost there? WHAC.. *** Don't be shy, Sir urges me. As I slide onto the bar stool, his hand runs up my thigh. His friend sits down next to me, and I am trapped between them. Sir's hand slides eagerly underneath my skirt. His fingertips discover I'm daringly pantyless and slip into my wetness as his friend teases me with passionate kisses, biting my lip and cupping my left breast under my blouse. Sir's fingers dive deep, his thumb massaging my clitoris as he whispers, Good girl. My pussy spasms around Sir's fingers, my moans muffled by the intensity of his friend's kiss. *** She feels the remnants of her own saliva, now being absorbed by her palm, as she jerks his dick up and down. He is close to orgasm, and no wonder, for they have made love all night and she was sucking it just thirty seconds ago. He cries out! From his penis, a jet of cum shoots out and she watches amazed as it sails over his chest and then over his head. Semen trickles down the headboard of the bed. That was hot! she giggles. He is too breathless to speak. She is aroused, but also proud. That took skill. *** As he lies on the bed, I can see his desire burning in his eyes as I explore the muscular terrain of his thighs with my hands. My tongue flicks, tasting his salty precum, and I feel his body shiver in response. His anticipation mounts as I take him into my mouth, sucking and teasing him with my lips and tongue until his shuddering moans fill the room as he erupts deep inside my throat. Taking all of what he has to offer, I swallow down every drop of his essence, savoring the delicious taste of him. *** His gaze pierced through my defenses, setting my body ablaze. With every breath, I inhaled his intoxicating scent, a heady mix of musk and desire. His gentle touch was barely there, but it sent ravishing shivers up my spine. Our lips met in a collision of passion and longing, igniting a firestorm of pleasure as I melted into his arms, surrendering to the tempestuous whirlwind of our connection. The rhythm of our bodies intertwined, creating a symphony of moans and whispered promises. In that moment, he became my addiction, the only drug that could satisfy the insatiable hunger within me. *** After dinner, they added the plates to the growing pile of dirty dishes. It was her turn to do the washing up but with a glint in her eye, she turned to him and ran her fingers up his inner thigh. She felt him harden as she tugged his belt open and unfastened his jeans. Her fingers slithered into his boxers, caressing his rapidly hardening cock. He grinned and slipped his hand under her skirt. Biting her lip, she looked up at him.. First to cum does the dishes? Go! He growled as his fingers slipped inside her panties. *** In the morning she will leave, it was written all over her face. He had only one life line left. How was he going to convince her to stay and not crush his heart in the most cruelest of ways. Pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace, running his fingers through his hair in frustration, he turns to her. Unbuttoning his shirt with desire burning in his eyes. If you don't want this, leave now, he moaned in hunger, but if you feel what I'm hoping you feel start taking off that dress! *** She threw down a challenge Make me submit to your desires. As someone who enjoys a challenge, I took her up on her promiscuous desire. I took her outside pressed her against the wall. Lifted her hands above her head, lifted her skirt and dragged my fingers over her already damp panties. I whispered in her ear your body has already submitted and then bit her neck for good measure. Ripping off her panties I put them in my pocket and nailed her against the wall with the force she craved. Leaving, I winked See you at home darling *** My heart skips a beat as I look up from applying mascara, and his gaze catches mine in the mirror's reflection—his hunger for me is undeniable, setting off fireworks in my stomach. Hands against the wall. As I obey, he lifts the hem of my dress, yanks down my thong, and enters me in one swift motion. I can barely draw breath between steamy gasps of pleasure as his passionate thrusts penetrate my depths, claiming me as his own. His raw, pulsing energy fills me, and stardust explodes behind my eyelids, sending waves of blinding ecstasy ricocheting through me. *** Megan lay on her front, legs spread, as her FWB Scott fucked her from behind. Her phone buzzed. Hey, Babe. What's up? Not much. Just calling. Checking on me? No. We covered that in counseling. Anyway, I saw someone who looked a lot like you with Scott at Starbucks when I was out. How funny.but I've been home since.uhaaaahh. Scott leaned down, whispered in her ear, and then gave several deep thrusts. .dropping the kids off. Odd. Anyway, Paul's calling me now. Gotta go. Love you. Bye. Nice prompt. That wasn't a prompt. It's what I was doing. *** She'd always loved her teddy bear. She loved the touch of his hard button nose. She stripped off her panties and straddled his face. Yes, Teddy was always there for her. She pressed down harder, riding his face. He wore the stains of a thousand nights just like this. Her mother thought it silly to have a teddy bear at eighteen years of age, but nobody knew just what Teddy did for her. Oh, fuck, Teddy, she groaned, biting her lip as Teddy's button nose pressed against her clit, convulsing as she came all over Teddy's face. Again. *** You know you do. 40. But I really didn't mean to . You know that doesn't matter. Hairbrush. It was just a silly . 60. Please listen? I . You're not listening. Bathbrush. I know I'm not listening. Why can't I learn to give up control? With each delay the count or the severity ramps up. I'm trying, Mistress! No, you're not! 80! Do you need 120 with the acrylic paddle again before you accept both your guilt and your discipline? A long pause. No, Mistress. I am to blame. Please punish me. Severely. Good boy. Bare and bend! *** It's eight thirty on Friday morning as I write, and just twelve hours ago I was enjoying a vigorous sexual encounter with my husband. Over dinner, we realised it had been three weeks, and made for the shower and the toothbrushes at once. We took our time, gently building pleasure with our hands and mouths. My hands stroked, tickled and massaged his naked body, and his mine. We kissed away the frustration of the drought. We changed position four times, and I came after forty minutes. I doubt you enjoyed this chapter of my autobiography as much as I did. *** The two guys who serve at Mcdonald's might share the girl who sweeps the floor. Across table three. They might call it The burger. The staid, cautious client sitting across the table from me could go to car-key swingersparties. With his mail order bride. Who, surprisingly, does love him. The pizza delivery guy is in for a blowjob next door. On my laptop, at least. The Chinese couple who run the goods store.she's clearly a MILF. Her daughter's English teacher, definitely. As to him, he could be. cross-dressing. I am obsessed. I really need a break from lush Stories. *** When you walk through the door, I'll be in humble submission, my head bowed low, touching the floor. I am aware that punishment is on the way. Why couldn't I just be a good girl and obey? The first stinging slaps land on my butt cheeks, my muscles tighten, and it's getting harder to breathe. Other hits follow, making it difficult to count as the sweet honey of my desire comes surging out. As I shatter within, red prints burn into my skin. My pussy is soaked as a delicious moan tears from the depths of my throat. *** I was horny, so I got ready, and, when I heard my husband fumbling at the motel room door I assumed the position on the sofa, legs up and spread. When he entered, he stopped dead, staring. Holy fuck! Holy or otherwise, but yes please. When he smiled, I said, Maybe you should think about closing the door. He did, laughing, then turned and stared some more. I asked, Are you going to look, or partake? He partook. and took, and then took some more. He must have been ravenous, but soon he filled me. My plan worked perfectly! *** You fucking lied! I curse him as soon as I open the door to my backyard. Panties and tee piled on the floor behind me, I have longed to let the warm Spring sun tan the Winter white out of my tits and tush. Alas, stiff wind whips raindrops cascading from the low gray sky. I slam the door and flop onto the couch. Fucking liar! Scowling at the website's image of him on my phone. Still a dreamy smile, though. Armando Arroyo, Chief Meteorologist, Channel Seven News. I forgive you. I sigh, slickened fingers circling my clit. Again. *** He always tells me no marks. He grabs my hands above my head, holding them there. I'm caged in. My legs wrapped around him. We use each other. Fucking me relentlessly against the wall. We're still fully clothed. This is the end. I found out about his wife. But I can't help myself with him. Another last taste I say. I press my mouth on his neck. Moaning harder in his ear. The climax is exquisite. One last time, I say to him. He smirks. As he walks away I see my lipstick on his collar. Silly prick! *** It was either a very powerful wet dream, or, she visited my bed last night. When I woke, my sheets were wet and I needed a shower. The passion and lust were powerful, as we transcended time and space and then liberated our pent up needs. First! it was my face that felt the river of her cunt begin to flow., grinding her hips, as she smothered my face and beard. Then she rode her stallion, her blonde mane flailing behind, seemingly for miles before she crashed over the orgasmic finish line. Damn, did I got her phone number? *** It was the first time she didn't rush away, with guilt filling her heart. She always made an excuse for herself, until she realised what they shared, was better than what she had ever experienced. This was an awakening of her soul, mind and body. All she could think about was pleasing him, emotionally and physically. This morning, she would claim him as hers. The restraints were taut, open, bare, his morning wood rampant She rode him, till they were both glistening in sweat, her fingernails raking his body, until the explosion happened and his seed painted her soul. *** What are you thinking, Suzy. you're suddenly so warm! That first time. When I first did it? Yes, I whispered, blushing to the roots of my hair. I was scared you'd be shocked. I wasn't, was I? Most definitely NOT, Suzy! You responded with enthusiasm! (Giggles) I was worried that I'd be clean enough. You were perfect, my Darling. Simply delicious! Should I do it to you more? Sometimes it's better to give than to receive! I love you so fucking much, Anna. Then assume the position, my gorgeous anal Slut! (More giggling, then silence, broken only by occasional moaning). *** Mmmm darling, that was exquisite, I said, as my softening cock slipped out of her swollen cunt, allowing a stream of hot cum to dribble down the crack between her arse cheeks. She just smiled dreamily, still enraptured by the joy of fucking. We really ought to do something about your poor husband though, his balls look ready to burst. You unlock his cock cage and we'll take it in turns to stroke and suck his cock until he spurts his delicious cum all over his tummy. Once he's drained we can resume our night of carnal pleasure. *** Ten– tighten up the blindfold. Nine– take the rope in your hand. Eight– tantalise my flesh. Seven– knot by knot by knot. Six– bind me, taste me, take me. Five– bend me to your will. Four– test the strength of our boundaries. Three– unleash your hidden desires. Two– I'll be all that you seek. One– as your scent becomes mine. *** Johnny handed over the box, blushing. They were heading off to colleges on different coasts tomorrow. Sam opened it, running fingers down the silicone shaft, recognising every vein, every wrinkle, every piece of the six inches. Oh Johnny, it's perfect. but how? He blushed deeper. I used a silicone mould. Those pictures you sent me last week when you were away helped a lot to create a perfect copy of my cock as your new dildo. Sam smiled. Every time I'll use it while you're away, It'll feel like it's you. but first, one last time with the real thing. *** She comes in like a little lost lamb. Library bun, sensible shoes, pleated skirt. I wink at Rosie behind the bar and she slides me a tequila shot. When babycakes walks by, I grab her arm. I should sit here? That's your drink, girl. Can you show me the bathroom first? Stall door barely open, I'm spun and pushed down hard. A plump, pink pussy claims my face. Eat me! she commands. Legs spread wide. Fingers! Cheeks gaped open. Both! When the cum hits, her ecstasy elicits applause. Stepping back, she offers a coy smile. Thank you for that drink. *** Her chalice was intoxicating, her heady scent, was an enchantment that held me in her thrall. When her juices washed over my tongue, the lust within me could not be contained, my whole body became taut, rampant. My need was to capture and beguile her so that I could feed on her body and soul. She howled in pleasure, as I buried my sword into her liquid core, each and every thrust, bringing her towards a life of extravagant sexual bliss. The smile that greets me now each morning, is one that I will always savour, always and forever. *** Friday shoots finished and moon bright, I cruise the streets edging Pico. I see her in glimpses, easing corners, crouching curbside, a doorway silhouette. Pushing midnight, I find her outside El Gato's. Our cameras do the introductions. Anything good? Nadda. You? A few. I nod across to the Drop On Inn. Different sorta darkroom, maybe? I kiss up through her cum-slicked pubes, between her breasts, and find her lips. Saint Ansel's ass! You frame a sweet fuck, girl, she concedes. I live by two truths. Great photos happen five inches behind the camera. Great sex, five inches behind the tongue. *** Hot day, nude beach, the scent of coconut oil and the sea and the sound of the waves so very sensual. He watched me walk the beach to where my husband lay on a towel, his cock limp across his thigh, and then walked over, his big cock swaying, and asked if he could join us. When I said yes, he sat, and I shifted around so that I was more exposed to him. He began to grow and harden, which excited Richard. Soon, both men were huge and hard. It was going to be a good day! *** Desolate tears fell, as she returned her beloved to the earth. Their love for each other was legendary in this strange land. Almost as renowned as their deeds at Arthur's side a mighty sword and shield, envied by all. Goodbye, my gentle giant, my treasure—my enduring companion! Being with you was everything, and now my soul crumbles. I cherished you beyond words, and ache for you with a broken heart. I will follow you one day, my sweet—as you have followed Arthur. I still have much to do. But you can rest now, Gwen, for your work is done. *** Singing her need in utter desperation, she begged and pleaded for permission to cum, but still, he held her on the edge. Minutes turned to an hour, as he constructed the dam, that he would burst at his leisure. Her cunt became a raging inferno. She had never felt this intensity before, such desperate need, focused on her flaming cunt. Marriage taught her to fake each orgasm. Her lover had taught her how to feel, how to live. At his command, her feral scream pierced the nighttime hours, and he held her close as she surfed the waves of pleasure. *** I didn't know they were having male strippers at the bachelorette party, or I would have worn a bra. As it was, when I took his big, hard cock in my mouth I got very wet, and when he pulled up my top and rubbed his cock on my hard nipples, I came. When he spurted his creamy cum on my breasts and smeared it around I came again. I was glad I'd worn panties, but I had to go home to my husband with both my shirt and my panties dripping wet. I wondered how I would explain that! *** The first time was frenzied: clothes frenetically ripped off, minimal foreplay, urgent thrusting, noisy climax. After some dozing, the next time was languid and tender: teasing nipple play, slow cock-sucking, crafty clit-licking, gentle anal-fingering, groaning simultaneous orgasms. As they sipped some wine, he asked, When will your husband be home? She tantalisingly licked his cock, so that it again hardened. Oh not for hours, she replied, lightly caressing his balls. After a drink with his boring golf mates, your brother spends ages at the library preparing Sunday's sermon. Now suck my clit and finger me, before you fuck me again. *** Friends, not lovers, just enjoying occasional flirty banter. Until one afternoon when they were alone and aroused. His hands touched hers her lips kissed his. Unplanned but intense, their heat consumed them. Lust led the way as he teased her nipples, and it took them over the edge when she moved between his legs to sample his stiff shaft. Two handfuls of red hair guided him between sweet lips to a magical tongue. Suddenly, she devoured him while his fingers played among her pink folds. They came hard, spontaneously combusting, and bewildered at their loss of control. It was perfect. *** Her name was Wanda. That's all. Wanda. We met in an offhand way while shopping. Then nature took its course. On rented sheets, her body clenched as my tongue and fingers gave a cum that rippled from head to toe. It was her second of the day, stronger than the first. Yet there she sprawled, eyes closed, humming a little tune. I'd worshiped her pussy to perfection, while my own body simmered, wet with want. This wasn't fair. It was my turn now. I slapped her smirking face. Me! Fuck Me! She just laughed and got up for some water. *** Montréal. Late70s. Autumn. I was twenty or twenty-one. We were students, me at U de M, he at UQAM. We met downtown on Ste-Catherine. The main section of the restaurant was full. We were seated in another room, alone. I was wearing a sheer, cream-coloured blouse with a light ruffle collar that extended down the button placket between my breasts. He dared me to take my bra off right there. I put it in my purse. He struggled with his erection all through dinner. The server did, too. Public transit home was a slow burn! *** Can you feel my hands, first on your hips, creeping upward? Can you? Your hands touch me in a place that isn't erogenous, that is much more intimate than holding hands or draping an arm around my shoulders. I hold my breath as you tug a little, aligning me to you. That's so erotic. It's completely natural to reach for your shoulders. And when your hands creep upwards, I dare you with my eyes, with my teeth on my lip, to hold my breasts in your hands. It's good to breathe and to lean into your hands. Oh, yes! *** Oooh. that's GOOD, Suzy I press a little harder. God. that's a new thing for you! Where did you learn that? I wait. Oh fuck. go deeper! I oblige. Your ice-blue eyes flash. I have only a few moments before my Mistress will attack. Repeatedly pushing and twisting my fingers brings you dangerously close. Now your whole body contorts in response to the paroxysms of pleasure. Do it, you fucking bitch! I bite hard. Your hands tighten around my throat. But just then, your strength suddenly ebbs away, leaving you utterly powerless, as your climax rips through your entire body. *** Her flight had landed. At the bag carousel, I waited and waited. Finally, she appeared: silk top, pencil skirt, dark stockings, low heels. We both smiled. Passionately, we kissed, claimed the last remaining bag, then hailed a cab. Barely en route, she unzipped me. A carefully manicured hand, tongue, and her lips enveloped me. She stopped. I groaned. Facing, she climbed and guided. We fucked, quietly, to our orgasms. The driver surreptitiously watched. Why so late to the bag claim? I later asked. To slip into this body stocking for you, she replied, raising her skirt to show me. *** I've met someone. Is she nice? She's lovely! Can she cope with you? So far, so good. What about those special things you like me to do to you? It's as if she can read my mind. Does she let you do your favourite thing? You mean when you are on your front with a pillow under your tummy? Precisely. She insists on it! Are you ever disobedient? She says I can be wilful. What happens then? She spanks my bottom. Where did you meet this wonderful woman? Just now, when I woke up and was already in her arms. *** Hit Georgies. Saw a couple of girls. Yeah? Pretty little femme and bad girl butch. In a booth, no cares. Could tell butch was all up inside her. Yanks her out and heads for the bathroom. Gotta follow, right? Femme's bent over, hanging on to the faucet. Butch is wrecking her cunt with a strappy. Counter's shaking and she's screaming Harder! loud enough to kick car alarms, squirting as she cums. Butch pulls out, tucks in, zips up, and leaves. Doesn't even give me a look. So feeling itchy? Not that much. Thought you could use it for a story. *** You are perfect. There isn't a single member of your gender that isn't more beautiful than the most perfect male specimen. A nude woman would make me rival Narcissus in single-minded attention: Her hair. Her breasts. The narrowing at her waist and the fullness of her hips. The adorable notch pointing the way to her soft, sweet sex - a gift from the creator. Her nether cheeks, hiding the treasure within. To watch a woman shudder through her orgasm moaning and clenching. and then watch her head for another without pause. You bless us with your existence. *** Would you mind if I squeezed your bum in public? And you me? I'd love the familiarity of you giving a squeeze whenever you could in public. I put myself in your hands. I'd find ways to squeeze your bum right back, you know, and lean my hip against you, rub your back, run my hand down your chest, lace my fingers through yours, touch your arm, fix your collar.excuses to touch you. And maybe, if you're standing behind me, push myself against the front of your pants, discreetly reaching back to grope you. Do you want me to? Please! *** I thank him for the tea. Perhaps I should've told him I prefer it sweetened. And that I came with a woman last night. It's strange how right from the start we've told each other everything, yet this one thing I've kept to myself. That I crave the sweet taste of pussy. It's not a big deal, but I don't think he'll see it that way. If it's such a small thing, why didn't I mention it at the start? I guess I didn't realise I'd still be drinking his tea after all this time. *** She gradually moved her hand from my navel down to my thick pubic hair. I firmly squeezed her erect nipples. She squirmed. Then she moved to my balls. My shaft felt needy, but she wouldn't go there. Time to move downstairs. Mmm, what a clit: protruding , and responsive. At last she reached my cock: shaft first, and then glans. Her hand was great, but next: her mouth! Time to slip my finger in. Unbelievably wet. More kissing then quickly enter. I wouldn't last long in this juicy cunt.. Fuck my brother is a lucky lad. *** Wearing only our bathrobes after the sauna, we enter the slow hotel elevator to level fifteen. A broken robe seam allows access to your skin. Leaning back, I seek out your sex, inserting a finger from behind. You moan and wriggle your tush at the invasion. Smiling, I wriggle my finger as you push back, trapping my thumb between your supple cheeks. Fingering in and out, your breathing quickens. My spare fondle a breast, squeezing its nipple through the fabric. You succumb to your orgasm with nectar dribbling down your thigh. We straighten our robes in time for opening doors. *** An uncut cock made a nice change, said Sally to her husband Seth. Jacques is much longer and thicker than you, I'm afraid. Great that you enjoyed the party, replied Seth, trying to remain calm. Calmness was difficult, given the skillful tugging Sally's topless sister Moira, nipples erect, was administering to Seth's aroused cock. Seth lost it when he looked across and saw Sally take Moira's husband Devon's lovely black dick in her mouth. With a shout, he ejaculated a huge load over Moira's beautiful tits. Thanks for Jacques. number, sis, said Moira. I'm popping over to his flat shortly. *** Open your legs asked the stranger. Without hesitation, Nicky complied, exposing her moist pussy to him. Her fingers slowly fingered her clitoris as she watched him masturbate onscreen. Last week, Nicky had stumbled across an amateur webcam forum, and now she was hooked. After dropping the children at school, each day would be spent naked, pleasuring herself, while guy after guy got off on watching her play. No sooner had one guy orgasmed and logged off, another would appear onscreen. Got any toys? he asked. Reaching for her favorite dildo, Nicky smiled. It's going to be a long day!. *** Gone was my timid girl. In her place was a sexual beast ravenous, lioness. The meek, mild and frigid woman who had sat before me a few short weeks ago disappeared. She was so strong at times, the only way to Master her was to wrap your hand around her blonde mane - which flew like a flag as she hunted - and ride her from behind, fucking her hard and deep, yanking her head back with every thrust, listening to her lion roar The key to her soul I proudly wore around my neck, for she was mine, alone. *** She ping-ponged the hotel hall, searching for her room. Once inside, she only managed shoes before sprawling the bed. Conference finished, the club was a rival's smirky suggestion. With three drinks down, resolution melted on a dance-floor pulsing with lust. Commanding hands and fire-red hair led her to a bathroom stall. On her knees, she suckled noisy honey, as women watched, hoping their turn would come. In the morning, attempting resurrection, she found call me bitchand a number scrawled across her belly. She wondered which woman that was and if her husband remembered to put the trash bin out. *** I wake to find you sprawled naked on top of me, panties hanging off one ankle, your magnificent breasts pressed to my face, and one nipple between my lips. My stomach is drenched because you have been using my abdomen to masturbate with in your sleep. Purrs are mixed in with sultry slumber slurred words of, Fuck me, Daddy, again. Please? Your body shivers as you cum yet another time, a fresh wave of pussy juice now runs down my flanks as you go into a deeper sleep. For now. *** Will you make me a promise? he asks. What am I promising? That if I ever push you too far, you will tell me, use your safe word. Of course, we already discussed this, didn't we? Yes, dear, we have. I just wanted to make sure as we explore further. You see, I want to spend far more time with you. More than the few weeks I have now. How much more time were you thinking? Oh, I don't know, until the moon catches the sun? Like that star the other night, I have fallen for you! Sigh.yes please! *** As I drift off, I feel your fingertips skim across my stomach. Teasing sensations make me sigh and moan, and my hips thrust gently while your hands move across my body. Your teeth and tongue alternate attention ensuring that both girls feel well used. Two fingers find their way inside me, causing me to rock and whimper. A moistened thumb plays with my hardened nub and causes my back to arch. As more fingers fill me, I buck wildly, drenching your hand. I open my eyes and find my bed still empty. Looks like the wet hand is my own. *** While preparing for a photo shoot, you appear in the doorway wearing a sheer, see-through gown. The beautiful vision gives me an instant hard-on. Taking your hand, I guide you to the bed I had prepared. Trousers off, gown aside, knees parted, I devour your delicious honeypot to a quaking orgasm. Climbing up to kiss you, before you recover, I slide my phallus inside you. Lips osculating and hips oscillating, we strive to peak in unison. Our eyes lock. The peak arrives. The seed ejects to the deepest kiss. Our lust sated, I collapse on you. We regain our composure. *** I love sunning my naked, bronzed body in my backyard. I pretend I don't see my horny neighbours standing at their upstairs windows. Their eyes upon my sun-drenched skin their hands stroking their hard cocks. Stretched out on my sunlounge, fingers gliding over my voluptuous breasts. Knowing there's an audience heightens my arousal. My fingers slide over my titillated body and plunge into the depths of my love passage. I reach for my G-spot and twist my hard nipple. Arching my back, my body shudders in orgasmic bliss. Lust-filled eyes still observing, the wave recedes as I regain my composure. *** Boarding the packed train, we squeezed in like sardines. Holding on to the back of a seat, I was pushed against a young woman's back. The rocking train moved off. My crotch rubbed against the woman's shapely butt. Her crotch rubbed against the seat back in front of her. We hump rocked along for the fifteen-minute trip. The rubbing caused my member to harden. As the train pulled into a station, the young lady leaned her head back to whisper, Thank you, I just got off, and now I'm getting off. She placed a card in my hand and alighted. *** Fired by lusts immortal flame, to be consecrated to her Masters name. Willingly she lay before him, trusting him intently. Restricted by the leather binding her tight, her Yes signaled the depth of trust that had grown between them, as he stripped away her sense of sound and sight. He led her almost to the place of bliss and helped her hover there until he tipped her over her edge Into a world she had never known before. Her body and soul a riot of orgasmic pleasure. A tsunami of desire lifted her soul to paradise On her return, he welcomed her as his own *** Upon entering the greenhouse, you find me on the ground fixing the under-bench watering system. Silently, you open my fly and extract my thick dick. It swells quickly at your sensual touch. Unable to slide from my position, I feel you begin to softly stroke my turgid member. A few hard and fast pumps then you straddle me, impaling your soaked pussy. Holding onto the bench, you bounce on me, with your tits blooming. I release our tools. Fondling them, I tweak the nipples. Our explosive orgasms rapidly hit, filling you with seed. Straightening your clothes, we regain our composure. *** Covid 19 Lockdowns. We went from working in separate crosstown offices to working in a shared home office. We shenaniganed through the week. Monday had you lying on the floor with my stockinged toes rubbing your hard phallus. Tuesday saw you finger fuck my cunt. Wednesday I was under the desk sucking your succulent shlong. Thursday saw me bent over the desk with your cock deep in my pussy, me pulling at my tits. Friday had me over your knee receiving a good spanking. Saturday we reprised all our shenanigans. Sunday, while organising for another sex-filled week, we regained our composure. *** She boards the metro carriage. Her hair is dyed orange. She has a spot above her pierced eyebrow. She's wearing a green jacket. My character radar pings immediately. Within seconds I know, on my laptop, she is getting laid tonight. She's not BDSM. Too young for mature facesitting. I can see her lowering her vagina onto a woman's mouth and nose. It is lucky that her phone distracts her, because I stare. I am picturing her o-face as her clit is licked. Less experienced than her partner, she is nervous about reciprocating. I wonder what she'd think if she knew. *** It tickles, running from me as the thump-thump of bass matches the snare beat of my blood. I drift as communal limbs slither like tentacles I am their captive when an eyebrow lifts. A gaze dips to the naked hillock of my sex. He slides from her ruby lips, and an intense gaze commands my legs to splay. A stranger nuzzles the curves of my prone breasts, my nipples plucked, and an unknown shaft presses to my lips. Snorting as I devour him, my moans are stifled as his wife licks up his fresh seed from my cunt. *** The hot, steamy night makes sleeping difficult. Awakened by the gentle breeze from the open balcony door, I see you leaning over the rail in your naked splendour. Hugging you from behind, I kiss across your succulent shoulder and lick behind your ear. Whispering sweet nothings. You press back against my growing manhood and exhale a moan. You grip my lance, impaling yourself. Rocking back and forth our breathing quickens. Our wanton desire for each other takes control. As my fingers graze against your nipples, we reach our orgasmic peaks. Our juices drench my balls while we regain our composure. *** Karen stood, barefoot, on the beach, watching him approach. thin pants bulging. Blanket already under the bougainvillea, she allowed her skirt to fall, and lay down, legs spread, Am I moist enough? Fingers trailed easily into her.. Make me wetter. She gasped, and that well-trained tongue tasted from clit to anus. Juices ran free. In me, she squealed. He was hard, deep, vigorous. Such length, a wonderful drilling. After her usual two orgasms, he said, Sorry. Must go service the car. Master has business in town, m'lady. Interesting. My room door's sticking. Check it after lunch. Might take some time. *** The dawn sun slowly peeks over the eastern horizon. My eyes slowly open to the brightness of the morn taking in the sight of your glorious morning wood, pointing northwards. Kissing your charming lips, I lift myself upon you. You stir from your sweet slumber with a pleasing moan. I mount your magnificent stiffy, enabling my honeyed petals to sail slowly southbound. Rocking faster. The bedhead knocks against the western wall. Rocking harder. Your hand grips my arse. Deeply, you unload your morning glory into my empty womb. With the late morning sun penetrating the bedroom, we regain our composure. *** She looked like a warrior with her fierce blue eyes and the long red braid down her back. Her creamy breasts bounced rhythmically with each thrust, their nipples betraying her arousal. His moves were slow and deliberate no need to rush this exquisite coupling. He felt her climax drawing closer as she tried to ride him faster, grinding against his body. Slow and steady, my love. What's your hurry? I need. What do you need? I need. He toyed with denying her release but felt his balls tighten. Grabbing her hips, he took them both over the edge into euphoria. *** Get undressed, Suzy. I want to see your body. I obey gladly, willingly. Now touch yourself. make love to yourself. Do you want to watch me cum? Yes, of course, I want to see every detail of how you arouse yourself. pretend you are alone. That last is the key. I am free to reveal my most flagrant movements. Legs spread wide lips parted, fingers refusing to be still. My mouth hangs open as I can no longer control my destiny. Cum for me, Suzy! How could I not? Our eyes meet in the cloudy waters of my bedroom mirror. *** It was his fault, he fell for it. I'm tall, and played in high school, so I play pickup basketball with my brothers and their friends. When I drove on Rick, my oldest brother's friend, I faked. He bit and jumped. He descended I went up. His crotch hit my hip, ruining my jump so I missed the shot. He curled up on the floor, groaning. When he could breathe, I asked if he was ok. He suggested I kiss it and make it better. Asshole. Later, though, I did. Given his response, I think his balls were just fine! *** I don't feel drunk, we worked all the wine and liquor into sweat and cum. Still, I drive responsibly, both hands on wheel. A stop on red frees me to tease her pussy. She giggles, green - I pedal. Another stop and her moans make me hard. Green - engine revving, we pray for red. Breaking, I breathe in her pussy scent. Trembling, she cums onto my hand. Green - she unzips and frees my erection. A few more lights left to spice up her mouth for all the evading kisses and little lies she'd be feeding her husband. *** Disrobed, I feel the steam from the hot shower touch my skin as I enter the large cubicle. Closing my eyes, I stand under the heavy stream, allowing the hot water to cascade over my nakedness. Your fingers, already warmed, start at my collarbone. Working their magic with whisper soft caresses. Stopping momentarily to tease each nipple, before continuing their journey south. Whimpers of pure pleasure become screams of orgasmic bliss. Body shaking uncontrollably. The heat from my inner core matches that of the water falling around us. You leave your mark upon my neck as I regain my composure. *** Peeking through the hole in the fence I see my neighbours in the jacuzzi. She is bouncing up and down on him. With each bounce, water splashes everywhere. She loudly moans with pleasure as her voluptuous tits slap the water. I free my cock and stroke it. All moan, as their pace increases. My strokes synchronising with theirs. They moan, lick and kiss each other. Ecstasy building. Pace increasing. He holds her tits, biting her nipples. Three of us explode together. I cannot stifle my grunts, as we cum. Looking in my direction, mischievously smiling, we all regain our composure. *** Summertime, years ago. Undressing you for the first and last time, I inhale the hot mix of your sweat and perfume. Your scent, voice, gasps, and moans sail and swell my vessels. Nothing denied, nothing spared. Your tremendous capacity to cum makes me a superman. Entangled limbs and fates. My infidelity -- your episode between husbands. Oh, don't get me wrong, I regret nothing, yet nothing today connects me to your voice or body. Except my memory, your safe harbor where you have no wrinkles and time has no rights. Memory where you are always the best fuck of my life. *** In the dark there lays a naked woman, self-bound, waiting for her lover. Is he late or on time, she wonders how long she's been waiting, an hour, a day, or forever? Is that him, she hears, or someone strange? She waits impatiently until she feels a hand on her breast, exploring. She hears a voice saying softly, I'm here now. She tenses in anticipation, waiting for his second touch. When she feels it, she relaxes knowing what he's going to do with her. Bliss. *** The taste of him remains in my mouth, his cum tart and slightly astringent, and his male scent of leather, oak, and musk fills my nostrils. I can almost feel the thick hardness of his cock on my lips and tongue still, the way it strained and pumped as he came. I look down on his beauty, my fingers tangled in his soft hair as I hold his head, thrusting against his lips and tongue. I hear myself moan, his reply urgent my other hand traces lines on his hot, sweat-slick skin as I come, falling into the abyss. *** They come swirling out of the open doors onto the terrace, lost to the pulsing music. She twirls her partner whose blue satin dress flairs out, gleaming in the golden light. The final note echos out and their bodies meet tight. The kiss is uncompromising, love enduring. Snickers break the silence. Holding, they turn to the quartet of debs sharing a blunt. What's so funny, you little fucks? Now, Sal, be nice. You look like a couple of old grannies! one giggles. Brow arched, Con slowly raises her skirt, framing her gartered silks and smooth, naked cunt. Enough said, child? *** My daddy submerges me in the pond behind his No-Sinners-Here Church. Light penetrates the water, enveloping my soul with truth. A voice, drowning out my father's, speaks. You are my child, and I will always love you. I reemerge anew. Daddy, I forgive you your sins. I leave that pond - that church - with my old self scrubbed. My lover leads me to the meadow where colorful flora burst from the soil. We lie naked. Nature hushes, watching our intimacy unfold. Tongues give chase. Starving clits grind. Limbs tangle forming the perfect seal between our bodies. I am reborn. *** My BFF insisted that I get out there again, and my therapist agreed too. Even my husband agreed I was still sexy. I found it impossible to agree with them. I finally decided to post my picture on Lush. I told no one, I got a slinky robe, my hair lustrous and perfect, my pussy shaved, and took some pictures. Perfect, one tit exposed, just right. When I posted it, I was the only woman there full frontal that qualified. A woman showing one breast and her mastectomy scar inone tit out.' Unafraid to show the world. *** When he used his magical wand, she became lost in his wicked web of desire. Out of pure need, she clung to the sheets for dear life, as her feelings danced and raved within. His spell binding touch sent ethereal tingles everywhere he touched, and her back arched in surrender as the kiss of his dark magic writhed deep within her soul. Each thrust of his steel like cock, both pushed and yet led her to new places and fresh experiences. Never before had she found a man capable of such exquisite and profound sexual power. Previously she had always been a Hitachi girl *** Have you ever played the trust game with your boyfriend? Your boyfriend, not your husband? It started with the trust fall, you know it. It morphed into eating things fed to you while blindfolded. That changed into driving around naked and getting out while blindfolded, in a safe place. Trust him. Stupid right? I'd been cheating with Billy and was cheating on Billy with Tommy. Our last game ended with me on the street naked, in front of my husband's insurance office, in front of the huge glass window. I ended up without a boyfriend or husband. Trust cheaters? *** Seductive glances. Playing footsies under the table. Seeing you suck the orange, phallus-like vegetable suggestively into your mouth is driving me crazy with lust. A sweep of arms thrusts the dishes aside, some crashing to the floor. Easing you onto the partly cleared table, I move your clothes aside to expose your smooth sex. My tongue searches for the sweet nectar of dessert. You respond with moans, almost growls of want, to reach that peak. A finger finds your delicate spot to release you from your craving. Holding my head in place, your panting relaxes as you regain your composure. *** Watching boring TV in the lounge, there must be something better to do. We give each other a knowing glance before moving into action. Trousers lowered dress removed. The leather of the couch groans as we move into position. My tender lips graze upon your hardness, your slippery tongue upon my mons. I lick your veiny phallus, making it well wet. Your sweet lips suckling my exposed clit. Our heat rises. I noisily slurp on your erect cock. Pushing your tongue into my sweet spot, we explode together. Love juices and cum fill the void, as we regain our composure. *** Great cougaring last weekend, said Carol. That black cock was my biggest since college - made my cunt unbelievably wet. That Spaniard I fucked was kinky, smirked Jill. He couldn't get enough of my dildo in his arse. Please, no more, stammered Jill's husband, Rod. Carol intensified her tugging on Rod's rigid dick. He spurted onto her luscious bare tits. I'm close too, said Carol's husband, Alex. Jill put Alex's cock back in her mouth, and finished him off, swallowing enthusiastically. The women grinned, pulled their tops up, and waved goodbye to their husbands. Time for another cougaring session. *** A single finger glides across soft skin, traveling from earlobe to neck, over the shoulder, stopping momentarily to enjoy the swell of a creamy breast so erect that it begs to be nibbled. But, the journey continues until the arousing digit dances playfully along a smooth torso until it traces circles upon a silky bare mound. A hitch of her breath makes him smile as he knows what he will find once he invades slick, pink folds to claim her buried treasure. Slight movements produce intense tremors as she drenches his hand. God, I missed you, they declared simultaneously. *** The devil himself made her panties soaking wet and she couldn't wait any longer to take them off. Her panties were as red as the wine in her lover's glass where she dipped them to spike his drink, red as the lipstick she left on his neck and cock. No drink could quench his thirst for the moist of her mouth, nor for the maelstrom raging in her pussy. Not until again and again he filled her in libation. Not until she made him drink from her filled chalice while cleaning him dry. Not until the devil took his due. *** She waited excitedly in the hotel bed. He'd be back any moment and then they'd consummate their marriage. When the hotel room door opened she shrieked. Who are you?! Why, I'm your husband, he replied. No you're not! She hollered. Get out of here! Look at me carefully, he said. What is it that makes me not your husband? The question seemed easy, but try as she might, she couldn't find the words. See? I must be your husband. Now, spread those legs. Slowly, she realized he was right. Spreading her legs, she groaned as the stranger began fucking her. *** We checked into the hotel in adjoining rooms. We're attending the Conference of Plastic Surgeons the next day. I took a quick shower after the long flight and as I exited the bathroom, I saw someone else was in the room. A stunning blonde stood there, nearly naked. My partner was in the adjoining doorway, his arm around an equally gorgeous brunette. As I looked at the blonde, I knew those breasts were probably man-made, I looked close to try and be sure. But as she walked forward, I realized I didn't care about the answer — for a change. *** WSPK reporting from Betty Page Park where a woman has been the victim of a strange assault! A bystander, whose sudden appearance apparently scared the attacker off called the police when she discovered a woman rubbing her still-bare, red buttocks, the victim of a long and rather hard spanking. Asked by an officer whether she could identify her assailant, the woman simply shook her head sayingNo, I can't'If I tell them who he is,. she thought as she watched the police at work,and they catch him, he won't be able to do it again, will he? And she rather hoped he would! *** Clothing in the washing machine, cute hips swaying as the machine's door swings shut. Sensing my approach, you seductively wiggle your sexy rounded tush. I turn you around. Placing you on the washing machine as our tender lips meet. Licking nipples touching mons. I suck your moist sex with an eager tongue. A sigh of relish escapes your throat as the tongue explores the walls of your secret cavern. The spin cycle starts. The peak of pleasure hits. You shake in ecstasy, along with the machine. Holding the machine corners with thighs squeezing my head, you regain your composure. *** He's there – her guilty secret. Each and every day, as soon as her husband leaves for work, the young man stands and watches from the building opposite as she moves around her bedroom. She ought to report him, she should at least tell her husband. But she never will. Because she wants him to watch her, to lust after her. Moving closer to the window, she removes her gown. Standing on the ledge, her naked body in full view, she pleasures herself for his wanton pleasure. Because not only is he her guilty secret, but he's also her secret pleasure too. *** Hearing the spanner hit the garage floor, I knew that old jalopy had seen better days. But this here Spring Chicken can restore it masterly. You're bent under the hood, swearing and cursing. I smack your arse violently, making you jolt in surprise. I descend to my knees, freeing your cock as I please. My small hands grip your meaty junk as I shove that thick tool in my ravenous mouth. Sucking and moaning noisily, the vibrations work you into euphoria. Reaching boiling point, you scream, Ohhh. Fuuuck. Yesss. Baaabe. Yesss. Relinquishing your hot cum, that old jalopy, long forgotten. *** I awakened to sunshine-filled eyes. An auroral morning mist quieting my thoughts, yet losing all track of time. It is in my reverie when I feel your velvet lips kissing my throbbing desire. Then begins that luxurious engulfing of me, with your moist velvet chalice. Riding me hard with your breasts swinging, you draw out my passionate calls for more, as you squeeze my shaft for all your vigorous worth. After an eternity pride bursts forth and pleasure hits and splurges wash away everything but the present. For you and me, are greeting the day where all possibilities exist *** Gliding up the stairway, giddy with anticipation. Twirling on the corner step soft lips exquisitely touching. Bra unclasped and pants unzipped. Feet manoeuvering around, clothes cascading to the floor. He sucks her pert breasts. She twists his hard nipples. His fingers explore her smooth sex. Her hand manipulates his rigid lance. Both respond with heaving chests. Butterflies flutter from deep within. Hands and fingers move faster as high-pitched moans become shorter pants. Steamy hips tilt forward. Orgasmic delights are heavenly reached. His seed lay upon her mons, her juice spread across his hand. They lean in close, regaining their composure. *** Old friends laugh and reminisce over scrumptious lunch and fizz. In habitual fashion, conversations bemoan husbands consumed by work or golf. As if that drift apart was inevitable. My fingers lightly brush the blemish upon my neck with memories to the contrary. You sat in our bed watching me dress. Eyes deliciously intense, imagining the opposite. My departure was met by the grip of my wrists as you pinned me against the wall. Your touch still marks my skin, the sodden wet mess between my thighs a delicious reminder. So, why were you late? came the question. Golf! I smirk. *** My favourite way to awaken: fingers sliding between my wet lips, slipping, parting, exploring. On my clit, teasing, brushing, caressing. At my entrance, pressing, pushing, opening. Inside me now, stroking, scissoring, thrusting. They find that irresistible spot, curling, beckoning, rubbing. Throbbing, gasping, needing, I'm so close. Writhing, bucking, squirming, I take my pleasure on them. Moaning, keening, sighing out my desire. Pulsing, clenching, gushing, until I'm sated and spent. Shivering, panting, purring, still feeling them inside me. Moving so softly now, soothing, calming, gentling. These fingers know me so intimately. I wish they were yours. *** Watching you walk wearily through the front door I know exactly what to do. I wedge your luscious body against the hallway wall. My lips press into your succulent lips. You moan as your titillating body responds. I unbuckle your belt, unzip your zipper, letting my fingers weave their magic. The wiggle of your sensuous hips sees your pants fall to the floor. My hand slides down your growing phallus, teasing your balls with my fingertips. I lovingly tease your rigid love pole until your seed explodes. My wet lips graze upon your heaving neck, as you regain your composure. *** She needs no ties that bind her wrists, no leather to tether her luscious curves to my bed, no blindfold to shield her eyes from what is to come Her passion for me constantly simmers, my lusts are her clarion call, to meet my every desire, and when she sees my rampant majesty, her thighs shimmer and quake with desire. Collared only by our combined imaginations, our connection sizzles as a flaming inferno. Together we visit her deepest darkness entwined as one, my powerful thrusting lifts her to highest orgasmic bliss, where she sets my heart aflame for all eternity *** I wake to some delicious spankings. Feeling the brief little slaps on my round bottom. Biting my lip, I look up at him. Seeing how hard I've made him. Moving into position as he enters my mouth. Hungrily I suck him. Moaning in delight. He tastes so fucking good. He pushes me on my back and he ruts me like an animal. Fingers clawing his arms. Sex smells in the room. His cock, my world, buried inside me. My body explodes as he cums again and again. Spurting all of his need. Best wake up ever. *** She stood at the window and watched as her lover crossed the courtyard, the mixture of his semen and mine trickling slowly down her inner thighs. She sighed with longing and returned to me, where I lay on the cum-soiled sheets. Did you enjoy that, my love? She smiled softly. You know I always do. Is it his big cock? Yes, partly. But it's knowing that you enjoy it too. I do, yes. I could come again, if you'd help me. Of course. She kneeled over me and lowered her dripping pussy to my lips, and I moaned with pleasure. *** The batteries are gone. again it always annoys his girlfriend. There is a hum. Venturing up the stairs, it was a growing, throbbing, rattling hum. Bo-ah-o-warr-o-warr. A whimper pitches an octave higher. His primal mind knows, stiffening his meat on tight sinews. It's his guilty secret, his girlfriend's hot flatmate, Tanya. The wail of his girlfriend at the pinnacle of climax greets him. Bound, as heels dig in, arching and flailing, with her flatmate prising a noisy climax from her naked form. He is rigid, and Tanya stares at his bulge. Get your kit off, Calum. She's a handful tonight. *** She drops the kinky quill, satisfied it's her best writing yet. Her clamped thighs relax, and he unsticks his face from her puss. His face is glazed, crusting from days of drawing out her creativity, one laborious lick at a time. His mouth, thankfully, had taken over after his penis collapsed in its hard-fought last spurt. His member dangles lifeless, raw and swollen from its exhaustive service to the cause. Who is he? The unsung hero of her erotic novels. He collapses underneath her desk while she bends to scoop a finger-full of her inspiration off his nose. *** Seeing you standing seductively at the kitchen sink, I cannot help myself. I pull down your black lace panties. You slowly step from them, wiggling your beautifully tanned tush as you go. I kiss your exposed curvaceous cheeks, allowing your lavish thighs to invitingly part. My skillful fingers slide inside your smooth love hole, reaching for your sweet spot. My tongue delights between your cheeks. Your body expeditiously responds, sending you into orgasmic bliss. With your delicate knees buckling, I lovingly embrace you. My fingers fondle your voluptuous breasts and my lips nibble your neck, as you regain your composure. *** Okay Mr Grayson, so it's £20 if you want me to pull my top down. Do you like them? It's another ten to touch. Okay, you can show me yours. Oh gosh, it's big. Rub it against my boobs? I guess that's another twenty. Go on, you can put it between them. Oh God no, Mr Grayson! I didn't say you could cum on them. Now I'm covered in it. What a mess. Lick it off? I suppose so. But that's another fifty. You haven't got that much cash? Don't worry, I've got my own card reader. Just tap here. *** I can't explain the electricity animating between two lovers. I do know the way snow hushed over our skins, her lips and heat so close to mine, moonlight aglow through her hair, always a different color, always the bursting luminescence of what makes her soul hum and sing. She presses to me hard enough to matter and I can taste the winter and the quiet, taste her tears and all the love she wants to give. I can't explain the warmth rivers coursing between two lovers, but I do know the way the snow hushed over our sweetest kiss. *** Look at you, limbs at all points of the compass. I bet your jaw is aching, but it's not the only thing, is it? I have not touched it. I have been good. you are so naughty. I have panted, groaned, and writhed. My body glows. Thank you. You are naked, mine in this tight second skin. Your limbs are not the only thing pointing. Mmm, so thick and filling, but you cannot help yourself, aw bless. so quick. Good boy, and so much. Your girlfriend has always wanted to eat it from me. You can stay there and watch. *** Cruising in the pink Cadillac, Hank and Jimi dropped Buddy and Janis at the exit to Harlem. Seeing Marilyn thumbing, they hungrily picked her up. She Immediately swallowed Hank's cock as Jimi strummed her pussy. Pulling up, they saw Duane fucking Amy up-her-ass. Stevie-Ray was doing nasty shit, to smuggle number-one in. Keith was slapping fat Cassmoon, like his drum-kit. Marilyn's coin-in-trade was sucking cock, swallowing a gallon of cum got her the means. Hot-wiring the Caddy, she motored into Dallas. Choosing her spot on the grassy knoll, she mumbled Kill me, you bastard? I'll kill you right back! *** She lay there naked. Safe word? he asked. Yes! Yes is not your safe word, he said. No? No is not your safe word either, he said. Spreadem. She shook her head but spread her legs. He slid one finger into her pussy, then put it in his mouth. Yum, he said. She giggled and closed her eyes. Eyes open, he ordered. He rubbed below her clit and tasted her. Yummy pee hole! he said. She squirmed. He whispered, And there's this . He slid one finger inside her ass, then tasted it. Mmmmmm, he said. She laughed and laughed. *** It seemed forever that I'd been fighting the urge to pleasure the steel-like rigidity of him or another like him. A magnificent dark skinned man with a chiseled body. A masterful man before whom I would fall to my knees and orally worship. The fight was over. The time when I could no longer deny myself this oft-considered racially taboo pleasure had arrived. Fuck those who condemn it. My white hands fondled his smooth muscular ebony ass cheeks. I pulled him closer urging him to probe deeper. My nose bumped against his flat belly. His thick black cock repeatedly slid through my lips and along my tongue. Then he groaned loudly with pleasure as he erupted with spurt after spurt of his life giving nectar filling my mouth. I savored and swallowed every precious drop. It was the moment that I'd long awaited. My long-time hunger to orally pleasure a beautiful black cock was temporarily sated. It was my first, but it has not been my last. *** Kiss me, croaked the frog. Took him in my hands noticed the prominent crown on his head. How do fairytale princesses keep missing obvious details? Superficial tarts! Kiss me, fair damsel. He stared at my cleavage. Definitely a dude. Rolled my eyes. Kiss me, begging. I obliged. Poof. Wait. a prince-ess? Tears in her eyes. The curse is lifted. Thank you. I am forever yours. She halted mid-jump at me eyes locked on my cleavage. Her long tongue darted between my boobs, picking the fly I hadn't noticed sitting there. I blushed furiously. Imagination rampant. Oh my. *** The couple were the only ones to attend the lighthouse tour, so the keeper allowed them to go alone. Taking in the magnificent vista, they kissed. They embraced tightly on the balcony. Their lusty desires overwhelmed them. He lifted her skirt as she freed his erection. She gave herself to him, whispering her desire to be filled by him. Unable to resist her insistence, he entered her, kissing her with desire as he pressed her against the wall. Their bodies gyrated in unison towards the inevitable crescendo. Weak-legged, they collected their breath before they descended from the heights of ecstasy. *** The feverish moisture between her legs builds up while she listens to her every word. Blindfolded, she can't see her she can strongly feel her commanding yet caring presence. Her countless male lovers had torn her asunder. She learned from them terribly, though. She wanted this -- her. There's no turning back. Her creamy neck craves the savage touch of her newest lover, which will run down to her rich bosom and further to where her legs meet, invigorating her feeling of wanting to be wanted not just by anyone but by her best friend -- now her Alpha Domina. *** Camping in the great outdoors can cause ablution problems, so they camped beside a lovely waterfall-filled pond. Pitching the tent in the dark, they hit the sack within seconds of completion. At sun-up, they kissed and jumped into the cold, chest-deep water. He slowly approached her. They kissed firmly and fondled each other. Even in the cold water, his arousal was at full mast. The kissing rose to a fever pitch. She wrapped her legs around his waist, sliding onto his erection. She milked his sex. His seed filled her depths. All while the falls cascaded around their ecstatic union. *** Are you thinking about me? Thinking about what I've just been doing? She stroked the hard plastic through my trousers. Her lips brushed my ear. Is it your cock you imagine inside me, hmm, or his? My heart quickened. She kissed me. Are you excited when you taste his saltiness? I moaned at the residue on her tongue. Does being denied access to my pussy arouse you, my love? Her sticky fingers dangled the tiny key in front of me. Is that what you really want, hmm? She stroked my balls. Nod, and I will make it happen. Ohhh. *** Nothing can beat the excitement of undressing a new lover for the first time. I'd always had a weakness for Redheads but had nowhere near enough experience of them. That was about to change. Fiona was everything I wanted in a woman and minutes from now she would be naked in my bed. Her hair was tousled from the kissing after we had left the pub. Her skin was pale with a hint of freckles all over it Her breasts were perfect. As I pulled her knickers down, I saw a narrow strip of red hair above her smooth slit. *** Lovely pair o. knockers, eh? Yeah. Love ta cop a feel o. them buns. Yeah. . giveer a good poke. Hehe, yeah. I mean,oo wouldn't want ter shoveis tool uper box? Yeah, right. Makes me knob all big jus. finkin. abou. it. Sameere. All righ', so what'sat come to? Er, lessee. pair o. knockers, bag o. buns, poker, toolbox, and one doorknob (large). that'll be seventeen and six. Right,ere ya go, mate. Spot o. DIY this weekend, eh? S right. Ta-ra then. Mindow ya go, vicar love to the missus. *** Holding hands, a couple strolls along the water's edge. In a romantic mood, they both stop, taking a short look at the horizon before embracing in a loving kiss. Breaking their kiss, they turn up the beach in search of a more private setting. Quickly finding a low spot, they resume their kissing. They start caressing each other. Their hands move beneath their clothing, seeking their sensual spots. Caresses grow in urgency. Only the minimal clothing is removed to allow their, by now, urgent union. Ecstasy overtakes them. Afterward, they fix their clothing to stargaze from the dune. *** I see her stood there, naked, just perfect Her wrists are crossed, bound just above her ass No escape Our heartbeats echoing My tongue lapping over her pebble hard nipples ever so slow, my lips open, teeth bared, teeth snap Her body quivers, a hiss escapes her lipstick coated lips I trail a flogger down her form, flicking at her nipples. Watching her bite her lip, I smile, knowing she loves to be pushed to the very edge, and held there. Hooking my fingers deep within her silken folds, she begins her dance, wondering if permission will be given. *** I was out checking that the cows had water when the farmer's daughter cornered me by the edge of the field. Her checked shirt was unbuttoned, and she'd tied it in a knot, giving me a good glimpse of her boobs and stomach. Well, hello, cowboy, she said before stepping closer and kissing me passionately. When she whispered that she had no panties on under those tight little daisy dukes. Well, I just couldn't help myself. She bucked and writhed, her body tensed as wave after wave pulsed through her. I guess I should have remembered about the electric fence. *** I arrive early in the morning, entering through the unlocked front door. A red rose between my teeth, I ascend the stairs to your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothing along the way. A beautiful naked vision before me, with eyes closed. Bending, I place the rose between your beautiful breasts. To your sighs, I kiss each nipple. Kissing your lips softly you raise your arm to move the rose to the bedside, throw your arms around me and part your lips as you pull me close. Flipping me onto my back, you mount my erection for your pleasure. *** One day I notice their cocks. They notice my tits and ass. Hormones. Curiosity. Then, lust. I want them both and they both want me. Choose, they say. Will you share? I reply. Without answering, they peel off my clothes. Randy kisses my lips. Chase kisses my other lips. Now we play new games together. One likes to face-fuck me, while the other wrecks my ass. Randy's cum mixes with mine, while Chase's dribbles between my tits. I suck one, then the other. One, then the other, fucks me. One day I will have to choose. But not today. *** Her thighs dangling over my shoulders. The sweetest position, biting down on her lips, the strands of my beard massaging and prickling her soft skin, her thighs squeeze in time with her delighted murmurings. My tongue, parting her sacred space with my tumultuous swirling dance. Her aching need, growing, evidenced by her bucking hips and hungered vocal demands, spewing forth from her mouth as I taste her fountain from within her tight, silken folds. Holding her hard, she is locked in my vice-like grip without mercy. As I keep her tumbling over and over towards the bliss of oblivion. *** They met outside the restaurant after a busy workday. Tired, she would have preferred to head home. However, they had booked weeks ahead. They were ushered to the darkest corner booth. Over dinner, they talked, held hands across the table and leaned in for the occasional kiss. When dessert was served, to her surprise, the ice cream was only for one. Showing her that he was also interested in dessert, he slid under the table, hidden by the long tablecloth, between her thighs. Her breathing laboured as she was stifling her moans while he tongued her to orgasm. *** The fireplace crackled with the sound of dry wood, fire warming the den. Head resting on Jamal's stomach, her tongue casually tasted her juices and the last drip of cum from the tip of his engorged ebony cock. The storm raged outside. That was Marcus. The road's open. He should be here in about an hour. She looked up at her husband. Relieved and excited for what lay ahead. The weatherman predicted another eight inches overnight, he continued, tossing another log on the fire. I guess he was right. So, sixteen inches overall? I love winter. She replied, smiling. *** My girlfriend was in the final throes of an orgasm when I woke. Good morning to you too, I said to her. Your turn, she chuckled as she reached for my manhood. It instantly hardened at her sensual touch, and she began rubbing it. Stifling a sigh, I surrendered to her manipulation. Quite expert at what she was doing, she urged me to turn to face her. Moving closer, so my erection pointed toward her navel, she quickly brought me to orgasm, spurting my load all over her belly so she could rub it into her skin. *** For me lust is a curious state of my consciousness. I forget my name, as I'm wrapped and encased in ecstasy. He kisses my neck, my hands trapped against the wall, his fingers are cascading over my body invading me. My body screaming for attention, I'm so close to the edge. Tenderly teased, yet ravaged, He turns me around, pressing me hard against the wall, then walks away. He pauses, then turns to look at me. My eyes beg He smiles I whisper in a husky voice Please Master. I am ready His response Not yet my slave..not yet *** As she started to read, she felt herself getting aroused a slow, dull pulse at the junction of her thighs. She turned the page the pulse became a teasing throb. She felt a slickness begin building between her legs. Desperately, she wanted to touch herself, but instead, she surreptitiously began rubbing her thighs together. Another page and she could no longer resist checking no one was looking, she slipped a hand down her skirt. Waves of pleasure rolled over her until, in a flood of sensation, she came. Cheeks flushed, she put the book on the counter: I'll take it! *** He was a rugged looking, handsome man whose face transformed when he smiled at me, changing from severe to warm and sexy. Something about him made me tingle all over, and I thought about him a lot that day. I felt like if we'd spoken, maybe we could have become friends. or more. But I was with my husband and so merely returned his smile, wondering if he'd felt what I felt. That night, when my husband was deep inside of me, his face came to me again and I had an astonishingly powerful orgasm. Thank you, sexy stranger. *** From across the room, I see a voluptuous female bent over the couch, exposing her glistening sex as her mate impales her with his stiff rod from behind. If only I had been smarter, that could be me sliding in and out of her, making her moan. Instead, I'm relegated to the wall, watching as he uses her for his pleasure. With jealousy teeming through my being, I observe as they climax together. He pulls out, allowing his seed to run down her inner thigh. If only I hadn't wished that I were a fly on the wall. Damned Genie! *** Alpha, Kappa, some fucking Greek. Parents pay my freight and want the legacy maintained, so here I am. The sorority house is wall-to-wall pastel taff and privilege. I twist and weave, fending off bubbly exuberance till I spot her. Scuffed leather jacket, skinny tie, Rapinoe hair. Everything me. Pledging? Fuck no. You? Let's find a room. I time her cum to the climactic shouts of Sister's forever! echoing downstairs. I hold out a pussy-wet finger. Pledge? Still quivering, she twines it with her own. Forever. I climb her body, straddle her face, and let her seal the deal. *** Are you checking out my tits? Erm, yes: I mean, no. Sorry. Dirty bugger. Here, have a proper look. She pulls down her tight purple top. A bare boob pops out. Barry blushes but can't keep his eyes off the exposed nipple. Listen, I eat incels like you for breakfast, but luckily I'm hungry right now. What time d'you get off work? Five. Be outside at five. Bring these. She takes a makeup pencil and writes on his arm: Cable ties Lube Cucumber Barry stares bemused at the list. What can it mean? He'll sure as hell find out. *** There she was, tied to the tree. Tied not with simple, hurried knots by a rushing fool. But rather by an artist, a person skilled at their art. At every pressure point and sensitive space a gnarled twisted knot, bore challenge. Each knot building a layer of pleasure that time intensified. Each stray fibre of the rope a little tickle, as she waited. Each minute, a test of her strength, of her commitment, of her desire to please. Each minute the silence weighed more heavily and her discovery became more probable. And then he came, his breathing ragged. Living art. *** She pulled her cab into traffic and pulled up the backseat cam. What are you trying to pull? she asked when she saw me pull up my favorite pics on my tablet. She pulled into a parking lot, pulled the backdoor open, got in and then pulled me across her knee, pulled my pants down, pulled out the paddle and spanked me good. Ten minutes later we both smiled as I pulled my pants up and she pulled back into traffic. Pull that again and next time you'll be pulled outside with your pants pulled down! We both smiled again! *** Janis, an advanced student of Gloria, her lesbian guitar teacher, was intrigued with the game. Gloria had modifiedPlay-That-Lick,a game where the player must finish the song when stopped. Her kinky naked version: play the lick correctly, get a lick from her tongue fuck-up, and get a lick from her school paddle for each incorrect note. Janis grabbed the Les Paul, plugged it in, and stomped her compressor. She knew the song well. Gloria, tapping the paddle on her thigh, clicked the iPod, stopped part-way into Hells Bells and waited. Taking a deep breath, Janis flawlessly played. Stairway to Heaven. *** You stand before me, exquisite in stockings and heels. Rubbing your breasts, pinching your nipples, becoming aroused. Please, you beg. I'm unsure. Spanking you. It's new. There is desperation and intensity in your eyes. You turn, hooking your chained hands over the wall hooks. I pick up the wooden paddle, getting used to its weight. I stand behind you. You tense in expectation. Crack! The paddle slaps across your buttocks. You let out a yelp of pleasure. I continue, your buttocks reddening. You gasp as your climax spasms through you. Pain morphs into pleasure. I'm no longer a spanking virgin. *** I was nude and going to the bathroom to shower. Familiar noises emanated from my daughter's bedroom. The sounds of a woman enjoying sex. I peeked around the corner. The sight that greeted me was a bare backside pumping his cock into her with his balls dangling low and her legs wrapped around his back. It was our new neighbour. I withdrew and waited for them to complete their mission. Surprise, surprise! I exclaimed. Hi mum, I will introduce you after we have showered. Hi, he said as we passed, naked and unashamed. I was impressed with his everything. *** Creaky stairs and squeaky hinges make my breathing hitch. Eschew your clothes from your muscular body. Show me the vigour of your manliness in all its rigid glory. See how I smoulder, feeding you into my hot, silky pocket. Let me ride, paw my breasts, maul the flexing curves that grind you into oblivion. Yes! Erupt helplessly into my married cunt. Good boy, fill me up. I know he was in the wardrobe, but my husband wants to eat it out. Don't fret, fuck drunk lover just watch me sucking your cock. You will shoot dust before I am done. *** As he ran, he felt that his gold was getting lighter. When he returned to his car, he felt weaker than his lifeless schlong. All the gold had turned into talc, crumbling into pieces of dust. He looked back and found a hairy humanoid with shiny gold bars. Let me fuck you, and you'll have my gold. Without thinking, he pulled down his pants, bent down on his car, and ass up. The humanoid thrust his humongous pizzle in his star crack. He groaned in pain-pleasure taking every inch of the creature until he spurted aurum inside him. His gold. *** Mary was ever so proud, winning best-in-sales and the Full Spa Treatment. A warm-oil massage first, then the healing herbal sauna. Mary started when the door opened, framing a smirking, raven-haired woman. Without a pause, naked body flowing, in she strutted and sat, thigh-to-thigh close. Mmm. ready for some fun, babe? But, but. I have a husband. Mary stammered, blushing beneath guileless eyes. Don't worry, sweetie, the woman purred, pulling her closer. So do I. At her station, Angie looked up, hearing a low moan building. Yep, Layla's found herself a new one, she thought, going back to folding towels. *** I never believed in superstitious until now. As I drove down the lonely desolate highway, a brilliant rainbow in the distance caught my eye. I expected the rainbow to move away as I approached, but it remained stationary. I saw an object at the bottom of the rainbow in a field full of shamrocks. I parked and exited my car. As I walked out into the field a saw that the object was a beautiful naked woman. You can fuck me, or have my gold. I pulled out my cock and blew my load before grabbing the gold and running. *** Alone in bed, I lie longing for you to be with me. Longing to hear you say those sensual words rather than read them in your messages. Longing to laugh and smile with you in person, to hold and kiss you. Longing to feel your shapely stockinged legs wrapped over me rather than look at them in pictures. Longing to smell and stroke your smooth skin, to taste you. Longing to hear the shortness of your breath, the beating of your heart as our pleasure increases. Longing to have the intensity of orgasm together with you rather than alone. Longing. *** I know I shouldn't enjoy this. I know it isn'tfeministto enjoy being where I am, bent over his knee, submitting. His hand strikes my left buttock, then my right. The sting is pleasant. My bottom is bare, but I have a shirt on. It's more realistic. The crackof hand on flesh rings out. God, it feels good. My bottom must be reddening. He's spanked me, what, twenty odd times. He's fully erect, and I'm wet. Occasionally, I think about asking if he'd use a paddle or a cane. Fifteen smacks later, I beg him to take me. *** Dogs bounded towards me, followed by two women, one older than the other. The women stopped a distance away, staring, mouths open in surprise, most likely because they had caught me, jeans down at my ankles, and my hard cock in my hand as I masturbated while sitting on the fallen tree. Dirty bugger the older one said, smirking. Mom, he's not causing harm the younger replied, smiling. They watched as I continued, so close was I to spurting. I soon ejaculated. The older one called out, Here tomorrow, wanker? I nodded. Tomorrow then she said, before they left. *** It's Ron's first shift. He can't believe his luck. A couple on the rear camera. She's got her top up and her pink shorts round her knees. The guy gropes her tits, then she gets down on her knees, pulls his hard cock out, and sucks it. Ron's cock is hard too, so he gets it out and rubs it. He rubs harder as the girl leans against the wall, kicks off her shorts, and they fuck vigorously. Ron ejaculates copiously across the table. Sadly, he hasn't noticed the security camera in his own office. He'll find out tomorrow though. *** They say, the pen is mightier than the sword, and here I am. The wet ink of my nib, dripping over the sacred pages of your life. Painting your soul and womb with my seed, as if I am painting our future in oils. You always said, it's easy to take your clothes off for me, and, yet, it is in our intimacy when we open our souls to each other and share our thoughts, fears, hopes, and dreams that we become naked for each other. As you stand before me, there is not a more beautiful masterpiece *** Stephanie gazed at Drucilla standing between her splayed thighs, and whimpered, Please, Miss, no more. She was tightly bound to the cruel framework, giving her sadistic owner full access to her naked form. Her breasts were mottled nipples engorged. Oozing sweat, her body quivered. How many was that? Elev– NO! Twelve, Miss. Are you ready? Please don't. Drucilla flashed her nastiest smile. Does your pussy ache? Yes, Miss, it's on fire. We're almost halfway there. Remember, you agreed to twenty-five! Drucilla activated the Hitachi vibrator, decisively stroking the dripping pussy for the thirteenth time as Stephanie's pleading wail startled the dead. *** My eyelids flutter, my sheets tangled. Splaying my sticky thighs, I smile, remembering my dream of the barista with the bite-worthy ass. The night before, the Black man from the subway slipped his thick fingers up my skirt, stretching my panties while he fingered me to orgasm. I awakened, cupping my quaking pussy. And last week, I dipped my toe in the lady pond. My breasts overflowed my hands as I recreated the fantasy of her touches. Look at you sleeping, nary a twitch while I've grown restless. I tug off the ring that once fit and now smothers me. *** Lie still. Let me do all the work. Fuck, you are hard! Feel how wet and hot I am around your cock. There is no need to explain I know you want it. Stay with me I want to see the look on your face. Now, do you understand why I have you like this? You are so open for him. Don't fight it exhale and push out. Let him ease in. Oh fuck, yes! Look at the bliss on your face! You are not a virgin there now, are you? Just lie back and enjoy it. We have you. *** Burning with anticipation, Sherri craved the hot kisses from Maggie, her lover. A treasure accompanied each kiss. The first kiss, followed with a morsel of chocolate, was the sweetest. The kiss to her inner-thigh, then an ice-cube, was exchanged for a moan. The kiss under her nipple, making her wail like a banshee, was massaged deep into her flesh. Number ninety-nine, didn't touch it cracked one-centimeter from her exposed clit. Her passionate cry was piercing. Maggie, dropping her whip, lowered her long snaking tongue, for the final wet kiss. The kiss of the whip? Delightful. Maggie's tongue? Heaven. Orgasm? Earth-quaking! *** You tell me what knickers to wear. It's a way of having control from a distance, even though we can't meet. I send pictures of the more exciting pairs I own, so you can choose. The rest are basic cotton briefs I don't bother showing you these. Each morning you text me your choice, and I send a photograph of me wearing them. Sometimes you won't let me wear any. I could change afterwards, but we both know I won't. I wash the fancy pants in the sink, and put boring ones in the laundry, to avoid my husband's suspicion. *** It isoral nightat Chez MC1982. I have trimmed and bathed and talcumed in anticipation. He works his way down, biting my nipples, and tickling my navel with a sweet kiss. He knows, seeks, and teases all my hot spots. He has me mapped. I can't hold still anymore. I shift from side to side on my hips. I massage my breasts and squeeze my nipples. He's varying his stroke skillfully, now pressing on my clit, now licking in a zig-zag pattern. His fingers ease in. My orgasm rips through me. The ceiling seems to shimmer. I scream. His turn. *** FUCK! She said I was hubby's birthday gift. I shrugged, dressed, and left. I had early class tomorrow. Then her neighbor called, wanting to try a woman and see. Our afternoon romp left her limp and word began to spread. The Thursday bridge club paid trumps for my talent, loving the way I shuffled their decks. Bride's night out, widow's night in, it got to be a regular sewing circle and I was the silken thread. Semester over, I checked my spread sheet. Ten times over my TA pay. To hell with Women's Studies, it's cunt and cash for me. *** The disco ball sparkles, and the incessant bass pounds while he sings about Monroe. The accountants throw shapes on the dance floor strung out by lasers. A badly-timed conga is picking up passengers, spilling Mister Greene's drink. The salesmen are conspiratorial a photocopied bottom, panties absent, must belong to someone here. And the mistletoe has gone missing. Meanwhile, in the store cupboard, the managing director lets herself go. She sits like a man, legs apart, dangling it over her naked bottom half. She will scream and bawl as the graduate trainee gives her an early Christmas present. *** They're looking at us. For pointers? Do your cat and dog usually supervise when a lady visits your place? You're the first lady who's come here in a while. I'm about to cum again. Don't stop. Grip the back of the couch for me. Spread my cheeks so you can. oh yes, rub my clit while you hit it from the back. Good golly, I've missed doggy style. Shoot that Spidey web inside me! Ohhh! Uh oh. You scared them out of the room. Too bad. They'll miss the next show. Almost ready for my strap-on? Ready, willing, and eager. *** Tooth and nail, the frigid Annie fought to win the bidding for the antique camera, built by Nikola Tesla, later owned by Sarah Moon. She found electronics in a wet-plate camera bizarre–untenable even. There was something unexpected about the antique apparatus. After her first portrait, she awoke in the midst of the model's orgasm. The camera absorbed the model's passionate essence and conveyed it. This soul-rending orgasm was alien to her simultaneously terrifying and exciting. Her sexuality awakened, she gathered her courage and visited a major porn set. Quivering, she asked for a group portrait of twenty-three female models. *** Away from my desk, I like to make myself squirt. When I press my g-spot, I start to spurt. I love to stick my pinky up my ass, I feel nasty and dirty, really low class. In my mind, I'm picturing my boss's big fat tool. While my pleasuring myself here on the stool. So I stick that dildo, deep in my cunt. And within a few minutes, I start to convulse and grunt. Oh my god, this feels so good, I'm starting to cum. My panties are now soaked, now back to work to make some income. *** Melissa had been practicing all month. Fucking, sucking, and enticing her husband with every spare moment of the day. Taking his dick in every conceivable position. And yet, the test kit always read,not pregnant.'She even attempted taking his sperm in her mouth, scooping it out with her fingers and using it to impregnate herself, but she loved swallowing too much to waste any. Her husband had the last word. Melissa, he said, if you really want to get pregnant, you have to stop insisting I fuck you up the ass all the time! *** Out of season seaside hotel crumbling masonry, fading glamour and audibly complaining bed springs. With looming deadlines we pull an all-nighter writhing obstinately on starch stiff sheets. Her tongue slathering expertly through dewdrop glistening petals, fingers probing, juice-coated, into demanding, insatiable holes. Persistently driven to where sight becomes starburst. Breath, endless ragged gasps. The only sensation the burning, throbbing want exploding through my wildly bucking groin until, finally, she permits blessed release. Over and over. Again and again. Bathed in pallid morning light, Visa and SumUp exchange numbers as we air kiss goodbyes, guaranteeing her five star review on checkatrade.com. *** I want you. A video followed that text. Juices oozed onto the Lamborghini's leather seat, as Marissa's finger slid from her sticky cunt. She sensually sucked that digit between slut-red lips. As a no-fault divorce state, his alleged infidelity won't entitle you to additional matrimonial assets. Her husband's supercilious smirk at his attorney's words pissed her off. Fuck it. Add the car and I'll sign. Deal. As is where is! Sure. Smirking imperiously, he tossed her the key. She signed. Her opening the car door had Marissa's eyebrows arching. Ex-hubby really did overlook leaving you in the car. You win. *** Conjoined since nursery. Primary, all entwined fingers, pigtails, and secretive notes. Secondary, the same options and snogging the same boys as adulthood beckoned. Nowadays they had matching phones, Apps, and accessories. Toys for life. Toys for living.'Dianne's finger hovered above the low-lit screen before bursting to life with a squiggle of movement. Instantaneously the vibe in her cunt exploded in a rhythmic dance that sent her muscles spasming and dribbles of nectar cascading down to soil the clinging lace that encased her divinity. Across the table, Jasmine squirmed, lost in her own pleasure, finger jerking randomly across her phone. *** Naked, I bounce up and down on his penis. A good session in bed means I can skip the gym tomorrow. I'm certainly burning calories! He's caressing my thighs with his palms. His cock isn't the largest I've had, but it's one of them and it feels good. It's reaching all the right places. His chest, which has a thin matt of hair and a small tattoo, is heaving and his eyes are closed. He's going to come soon. Good for him. Post orgasm, we lie silently together. I wonder if he'd mind if I immortalize him on Lush Stories? *** .. Glinda, a lesbian submissive Vampire, was enjoying Kinktober. So far, without uttering her safeword, she had gone down on thirteen menstruating witches, been whipped by a Fairy, gotten branded and swallowed live piss from a Succubus. Candace, her owner, was going all-out, pushing every limit she could imagine she'd been trying to break the dirty little slut for years. That's it! This would wring the safeword from her pet's bratty mouth. Candace approached, leading a naked werewolf, pointed to his furry cock, and said, Suck it. MEATLOAF!!! The werewolf looked puzzled. It's her safeword, she'll do anything for love, but. *** Jerry and I burst into the bedroom to find his wife and my husband rutting on my bed. Amanda jumped off my husband as soon as she heard the commotion. I walked up to her, grabbed her hair, pulled back and pushed her to her knees. Get here, I told my husband. All nine inches stood in front of Amanda. Now suck his dick until he spurts. Jerry said, before we burst in, that she hated the taste of cum but loved deep throat. Her mouth tickled his pubes, and my hand on the back of her head said otherwise. *** What do you love the most? I thought I had asked the most innocuous question at a work's party. My boss. wife leaned closer to me, A nice-hard-cock, in my cunt, she replied. Her elegance, dress sense and her social standing didn't fit with that phrase. Have I shocked you? N..n..no, I stuttered. Good. We ended up in a spare room. I was shocked when I set eyes on her bright-blue crystal butt plug when she bent over, knicker less and with legs spread wide. I felt helpless and out of my depth as I pushed into her. *** I wake first. The morning light shining through a gap in the curtains. I turn my head and see him, lying on his back. I look at his cock, flaccid, draped over his thigh. I watch the rise and fall of his chest as he sleeps. I get on my hands and knees and crawl between his legs. As I run my tongue along his shaft, I feel it swelling, rising, expanding. I suck the head between my lips, tasting the dried mixture of last night's juices and cum. I think to myself, Who needs breakfast anyway? *** I can't stop looking at her she is a magnet for my eyes. Her glistening body, with its smooth curves and perfect proportions, a feast for the soul. She is mine. I am invested in her I have touched and massaged every inch of her firm body I know her inside and out. I love her despite her flaws and issues, and am ever vigilant of others who desire her. I watch him approach, admiration and desire in his eyes. He looks her over top to bottom and puts his hand out to her. Hey, don't touch my car. *** Second cousin, twice removed. Tongue-tied and suffering at the proceeding's periphery. All gawky indifference, sharp elbows, and protruding collar bones. Decked out in bridesmaid's boutique a vision of bows, flounces, and rustling apricot satin. Murmured words in her shell-like entreaties to naughtiness as champagne bubbles tickle her nose and my fingers trickle across her back's exposed skin. Tiny crimson tramlines induce compliant quivers. Away from madding crowds. I wriggle, delirious on sheened leather as on her knees, dress splayed like a burst balloon, her tongue educates my oozing sex in all that she's learned since last our paths crossed. *** Susie was tied face down on the bed, propped up on a pillow with her arse pointing skywards. Despite the impending orgasm, she had a wicked glint in her eye. Fuck me harder, Rach, she screamed. FUCK MEEEEEE! Rachel paused to wipe the sweat out of her eyes before slamming the girlcock back in harder, faster and deeper. You never learn, bitch, do you? Fuuucckkkkk, Susie screamed as another orgasm rampaged through her. I'm cummmminngggggg! To be continued. *** To fuck or not to fuck? Is that even a question? My desire is such that she claims my mind. She cavorts naked before me, teasing me, lifting each heavy breast in turn daring me to join her in the dance. I will sup from her form. I shall smash her celibacy with my rampant desire, ravaging, pillaging, and claiming her soul in the process She shall feel my seed luxuriating within and dripping down her inner thighs So, do I fuck or not? Have you any advice from your store of ill-gotten wisdom that can make me whole. *** Do I frighten you? Am I asking too much? You stood me up on Monday. I knew you would be late today. I know about the park and those bushes, the lady in the Tabac told me. Curiosity killed the cat. They mauled a different kind of horny pussy today. Dressed in my sluttiest lingerie, they had me, possessed me, owned me, and fucked me. I loved it, lots of hot cum in my mouth, on my tits, up my holes. Right now, I am there for more. Your dinner is in the dog. My kitty is hungry. *** Ten, nine. As we are facing the screen, I can only imagine her whimpering, sobbing grimace. Lured by the siren call, I further ascend the spasming maelstrom. Her hips are shaking, my thrusts - vigorously returned. Six, five. Wait, not yet! Breasts hard under my palms, I pull her close and hold. She turns. I greedily catch her open mouth. She convulses, all of me swells. Two, one. Now! Roaring, I explode on zero. She screams and grinds me to the last drop. Bon voyage, she whispers as we watch the rocket carry her husband up the afternoon sky. *** My mouth waters each time I think of you. As I lick your hardness, the cold quality finds a quaint dalliance with the warmth of my mouth. It melts with the heat of my skillful tongue, reminiscent of blissful memories, making my legs weak from intense craving like when my lover explores the nether places of my carnal being. Slow and indulgent. Licking every drip. My glossal swirl around your glistening tip brings euphoria each time I have a taste of you. I will take you any time of the day and night, even when it's cold. My vanilla gelato. *** She was chaste, celibacy her claim to fame She felt that gravity had pulled on her form, that age had eroded her vanity. She presented her vanilla essence as something almost unclean and not wanted. But, when I caress the beautiful, Madagascan bean pod, the flavorful essence begins to flow with intensity. In time, she revealed that the true hunger of her soul was to be craved and prized above all, and this she is. The most beautiful sound she ever uttered to me was, fuck me, please So I gripped her hips as I had gripped her heart and plundered her deep. My craving sated for now. *** I was that new widow, the third villa down. I watched her command servants in the marketplace. We exchanged glances at the spa. Then slowly, smiles. We became lovers the night after her husband's election. I took her succulent, neglected flesh to unexplored ecstasies. The long afternoons became ours, laughing, talking, fucking. Each time, I listened. Until I learned enough. I saw his evening silhouette on the balcony, but held myself. I waited for the match to light, the cigar to be lit. I felt I owed him that last taste. A slow squeeze ended him, my business affair complete. *** Sex is about power. Unconvincingly she crosses her denier-clad legs, skirt ridden upwards to high thigh, glossed and manicured nail teasing at an imagined snag in the fine weave just above her knee. Her enfeebled, barely contained, lust lapping weakly against my skin. Is that so? One of us nibbles on a bottom lip, eyelashes fluttering unhelpfully, as a delicate flush of scarlet adds colour to blusher-decorated cheeks. Definitely, Draped over the arm of a couch, sodden knickers pooled about a single ankle, a dildo slashing mercilessly through thankful, juice-slick, cunt lips, we role-play power games. Therapeutic compliance. *** A stockinged foot rubbed over my crotch as I sat at the restaurant table. Looking opposite, my cousin's wife was talking to her mother, seated to her left. Both were wearing stockings. Sensing I was watching her, she turned her head to look at me, smiled, whispered something to her mother, and soon there were two stockinged feet rubbing over my crotch and swollen cock. Both women watched me intently as the rubbing intensified. Both had smirks on their faces. Both smiled when they felt the wetness through my trousers as my ejaculate soaked through to their feet. *** Hot air scorches my lungs, and I have lust for blood. I am full of their vitality as a slippery emulsion and mumble broken syllables. By delicious degrees, as one climax ebbs, another swells to its summit. My limbs are not my own, and their rampant bodies sculpt me to them. Warm aftershave, sweet perfume, grunting, and stifled feminine whimpers mix like our fluids. When Emil and Xavier are here with my husband, I have three implacable shafts to placate. They call it airtight, I call it bliss, and convulse in orgasm on the beach. under the full moon. *** It was getting hard to concentrate on driving with her hand on my thigh and a lack of room in my pants. I want you now, she whispered in my ear, feeling her breath on me. Just after the bridge over the railway, some shrubs could screen us from the highway. I pulled over behind them. In a flash, she was in the backseat, knickers off, on all fours, ready for me. I opened the back door, freed willy and entered her. Pumping away, my heart skipped a beat at the sound of a horn blast from the passing train. Copyright © BigOldSofty 2023 *** The tiles are cold against my hands, taking his hot lance deeper into my cunt. His fingers slide into my mouth to silence my yelping. The motif swirls as a vortex burrowing into my soul. Sucking them, the notion of being spit-roasted by two lifeguards delivers a potent convulsive climax. Provoking his premature finish, my mouth awaits it, and his milk boils over. Noisy, hungry gulps take it all. Sheepishly, he melts away, and I sashay towards my husband. Any good? Not as good as you. I reciprocate his smug grin and point, How about that one over there? *** Muffet, sitting on her stool, eating cheese, meditated on the previous night's orgy. Mr Horner, a thumb up his ass, getting blown. Mary, a furry, wearing a sheep outfit. Muffin man, getting his buns buttered. Jack, dripping hot candle wax on female nipples. The other Jack, pail in hand, trying to collect cum for Jill's Bukkake fest, wasn't having any luck the girls all swallowed. A good time was had by all. A prodigious spider, wandering close to Muffet, sat down and asked What's in the bowl? Temptation, from Ole King Cole. Taking a puff, she passed him the bong. *** Her moans are louder now. Her muscles quiver. Her mind is made of glass. In the depth of her despair, drifting on the edge, she begs of him: Please allow me. I cannot stand this. I need to. cum. give it to me. please. He just laughs at her, continuing his labors. Rubbing, scratching, pinching, squeezing, poking, thrusting. Tormenting her with his attentions, and his final say of her permission. The power to deliver her release is his. Just on word can send her spinning in a cascade of delight. She craves for it she hungers. No, he says. *** Many had come and gone, through her world of online dating. Some lasted into the first call, others got to meet her in person. Sadly, the one she truly connected with was on a different continent. She still hears his commanding words, his words of love, and feels how they ripple through her mind. Hush now, save your breath. She was reminded of how her body spoke with eloquence under his command, that he found pleasure with the arch of her hips, as she pleaded wordlessly for release, that only he provided. It was her birthday what she wanted was a good spanking. *** Vanessa, a beautiful orphaned Banshee, recently awakening to sexuality, had never screamed. She'd spied the Dryad many times, her form enticing to behold. Unbeknownst to her, the beautiful Dryad was enthralled as well. They chanced upon each other in the glen, and wordlessly embraced. As the Dryad's exploring fingers parted folds, tongue probing, Vanessa felt an unabashed pleasure. A tongue found her clit as a finger slowly entered her star her back arched. A low moan started in the back of her throat, the subsequent wail split the night. She discovered her own voice, keening her own little death. *** She told me later, that she became addicted to me, that there was no cure for her desires. She said it was the earthquake rattling climaxes, where each scream became another landslide, when her earth moved. Her very core was buried in burning lust. Like a sandstorm of intimate secrets revealed, as they danced in the empty air. What can I say, she was all I could ever want. It wasn't her face, for this was unremarkable, neither was it her body which bore imperfections. It was her presence, her vivacity for life, and sexual ecstasy that won every time. *** I would have thought you had eyes for my daughter, not for my breasts. She will be with her boyfriend, and you are writing cheques your body cannot cash. A few deposits will be withdrawn with your virginity painted up the muscular walls of my cunt and ass. All mine at seventeen, I will ride, drain, and exhaust you. Do not concern yourself with them, your mother and my husband will be fucking miles away, and your father will watch as the lifelong cuckold he is. This is the dinner table of my secrets, so submit to me. *** Joey felt Rachel's excitement matching his. They had both dreamed of this moment. Holding her, Joey had pangs of guilt, but his passion overwhelmed them when Rachel whispered, I've waited so long, in a voice that dripped with lust. As Rachel's dress dropped to the floor, Joey knew he couldn't say no. He would do anything she wanted. Rachel leaned into him, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply and passionately. Pulling back, she looked into his eyes and said, I need you inside me. Right now. They would never be just friends again. *** Home after a night out where you meet some of my friends. They like you. You tease my nipples through my shirt and lead me to the sofa. You sit, I stand facing you. Your hand slides up my thigh, your finger gets wet. Good, naughty girl! You suck on your finger, the other hand slides up under my shirt. You brush one nipple then the other with your fingertip. They are very sensitive. I arch my back a little, out comes a whimper. Light tugs as you remove one clamp, then the other. OUCH! Oh, that feels too good. *** Xavi's dick is in my mouth. Ricardo's is pumping me from behind. I never thought I'd be the girl doing the threesome thing. I always pictured myself married to a nice boy from church. Oh fuck, nearly there.I fondle my breasts, pinching my nipples to urge orgasm along. The deeper into my throat Xavi's penis goes, the more his scent turns me on.. Thank Christ I'm of Tinder's generation. I'd never have experienced this fifty years.Ahhh! We all come, sweating, shouting, swearing. Later, that night, I climb into bed alone. I don't want sex. I badly, painfully want company. *** She's expecting me tonight. I don't make it obvious, just stand at the back, waiting. She spots me just before the break, eyebrows raised seeing me in a skirt. Smiling, she finishes the set with the new one she wrote, Groove For That Girl. When she slides into her solo, I raise my skirt so she can see, and watch her start edging that curvy upright bass. In her dressing room, on my knees, I'm riffing pussy in five/four time. She wails as the call light blinks. . her vibrant finger work in the second set was charged with real passion. *** Holding himself close, pumping up and down on his shaft, thumb stroking his glistening head. His door was locked, the sun was setting, and the world could not be further away. The people who made him feel small, the overwhelming responsibilities, it was all hanging, pendulous, out of sight as he felt the throbbing edge of an orgasm. Not yet, he thought, tenderly, and drifted his mind towards memories of sweat, tight breaths, the sound of skin sliding against skin, as veins pulsed under his fingers. Moaning as he released, gushing cum onto himself, he had never been happier. *** Yes, look at her. Your lover impaled on my husband. I know where you are looking. Take it all in and submit to your fantasy. Mmm, so thick and ready, do it, drain your balls into me. You did not know? Surprise! She is a natural. Look into her big round eyes, and see how much she wants to please, lapping up your cum from my sex. That devilish tongue delivers climaxes that make my soul sing. Excite her show her your secret too. Do what I showed you. Suck his hard cock, and make him cum in your mouth. *** Miranda sipped her champagne. Her mature, medium-sized tits, nipples erect, dangled delectably. Her naked husband, Duncan, sitting nearby, was jerking enthusiastically. Sorry, darling, said Duncan. This vision is too much. I just can't last. His voluminous ejaculate shot airwards, splattering onto Miranda's lovely tits. I can't last either, grunted well-hung Tony as he spurted into Miranda's gushing cunt, having relished her cow-girl gyrations. I'm still fine, smirked Tony's twin Tommy, intensifying his thrusts into Miranda's arse. Top up my champagne, darling, Miranda commanded Duncan, holding out her glass. Great DP. Thanks, guys. *** That bitch had infuriated Lilith: eating the fucking fruit was bad enough, but feeding it to the only man on Earth was beyond the pale. Fucking wherever and wherever was diverting. Now, she couldn't get shit! Lilith, furiously pumping fingers into her sopping wet cunt, to fuck-all effect, screamed in frustration. FUCK the bitch! Life shouldn't have become this complicated. She spied the bitch bathing in the river passion burning, exploring her thoughts, an idea formed. Now you know the difference between good and evil, wanna be bad with me? The bitch smirked and sashayed over to temptation. *** I'm alone in a hotel room. Next door, a couple is making love. There is laughter, giggling, and teasing. Good signs it's a healthy relationship. I can hear the bed creak slightly, and I can picture the clothes strewn about the room. The condom wrapper on the bedside table. She's not laughing now. She's moaning, pleasure robbing her of the power of speech. Twenty minutes later, she lets loose, screaming as she orgasms. I can't help it. I jerk off. The next morning, as I step out, their door opens. I freeze. My little sister's eyes widen as she recognises me. *** Guttural grunts and growls of men filling her front and rear with their warm and satisfying cum were orchestrating the contralto of her crescendo. As she was orgasming violently on two pulsating, erupting, exploding cocks, her pussy clenching on one and her anus spasming over another, a carrying joy of sheer lust was subduing bitterness and despair filling her heart. The insult from being her husband's bet in a game of cards was transforming into an angry passion for revenge. Bring the loser in and make him watch, she said to the other two impatiently awaiting their turn. *** Naomi was an old and venerable Vampire. It was 1975, and she had heard of a new machine she just HAD to see. The counter-girl told her it was impossible no appointment was available. She could have used filthy lucre, but preferred using her feminine charms instead. She feasted her gaze upon the pretty young clerk. Cupping her breast, she mentally forced an orgasm upon the girl, drinking in her delight. The discombobulated girl took her to the back, and activated the device. Naomi shrieked. It was terrifying. She turned and imperially walked away from the Midnight Sun Tanning Salon. *** Your thick cock is very rewarding, but I cannot feel it all. Let me remove the latex barrier between us. Yes, push it in deep. fuck me. Mmm. see how erect my husband is. I've caught you admiring it. See, you're doing it again. Don't be shy, he wants you to do it. Lean in when I offer it to you, open your mouth. mmm, fuck! Yes, let me watch. Suck it as he fucks your mouth. Yes. good boy, like that, just as I showed you. Yes! Do it, fuck me harder, don't hold back. cum, fill me up. *** As we sat in the restaurant, he slipped his foot from his shoe and dragged his big toe across my damp knickers. Take them off. The whispered command. I blushed. Now! I opened my mouth to protest, then nodded, acquiescing. On the plate, he ordered as I scrunched them up in my hand. I nodded again. My face scarlet. The waiter approached to clear the table. He looked from my face to my knickers and back again. Are you finished with this? he asked, grinning as he touched the edge of the plate. All I could do was nod. *** She opened the door, walked, and sat down facing the doctor. Between them the table. Yes, how can I help you? I have a personal problem, doctor. Personal? A psychologist perhaps? An object has been introduced into my body. What do you mean, swallowed? You should go to a hospital. Urgent! She crossed her legs, spread a smile enhanced by her lilac lipstick. I prefer a specialist's. I am an ophthalmologist, madam! Just what I need. The doctor straightens his tie and scraps his throat. Where is this object, madam? Find it. And tell me if you like it. *** The new captain of the Starfokker was a Cat-Man. The Starship was occupied by the horniest crew in theverse. Everywhere he looked, fucking, fucking, fucking. Everyone FUCKING! The telepathicsmind-fucking each other, the Avian-girls sucking lizard-men's cocks, the gaseous Veen roiling together in foggy orgies. He shuddered at what the tentacled Nor'ash did with everyone! Nonstop FUCKING! He walked into his office, ANOTHER of the disgusting little creatures was sitting on his desk. The sixth today. He thumbed the conn. Attention all hands, this is your Captain. I may be a Cat-Man, but Cat-Men DON'T fucking eat mice! *** Jacqueline had a new toy, Richard. It was time to mark him. Her tool of choice was a forty-five inch fiberglass cane, the end of its length bearing her sigil. It would leave an imprint on flesh for weeks. Trembling, he lay immobilized over the bench, Jacqueline landed the cane with all her might across his ass. The resounding CRACK echoed as Richard howled like a banshee. Smiling, she released him. His cock hard as a rock. Her pussy dripping. She restrained him again, on his back this time, and mounted his usefulness to take her full pleasure. *** Is there anything more frustrating? Phone in hand or on speaker. The mind-numbing music. Sometimes they tell you where you are in the queue, sometimes it's one of life's mysteries. Never even knowing if you'll get a satisfactory resolution from an answered call. That frisson when you hear a voice, but only the same recorded message, over and over. Thank you for your patience. Your orgasm is important to us. Your climax is approaching. You are fifth in the queue for ultimate relief. Please continue to edge. You wait. *** I slump in my bonds, sweating. Your whip-work is exquisite. Stripes from your single-tail criss-cross my entire naked form. My nipples ache from the whip cracks that didn't quite connect your talent with the whip is beyond measure. The scent from your dripping quim is overpowering. Your need is upon you. I feel the twelve-gauge needle indent my flesh, moving down my body to my glistening cunt. We've played this game before. Will today be the day? No. You'd NEVER do that. I feel the Pennington clamp compress my clit. I shiver with anticip– My blood-curdling scream shatters the night. *** Your motorcycle rumbles as you pull into the gas-station. You look upon me with contempt, in my tiny sundress. You are tall, domineering, clad in leather. I creep after you to the filthy bathroom. You gaze upon me spying on you. You fiercely grab my hair, pulling me into that den of filth. You harshly pull my head back, marking my neck with love bites. You force my jaw open and spit in my mouth. You rip my panties to shreds. They were Botegga Veneta, but I don't care. Your fingers plunge into my sopping-wet cunt I explode as you throw me to the floor. *** The stars were emerging in the twilight. Camp was deserted. Women, if you could yet name them such, were bathing infants at the river. The men had gone to strip a nearby mammoth carcass. Eve, as scientists would christen her, remained behind by arrangement with her lover. He would answer for his absence from the hunt later. She lay down and opened her legs. The idea of shaving those legs would have seemed ridiculous in the chilly night. He entered her, pumping enthusiastically. She came with a cry. The seed of human civilisation was sown in her belly that night. *** The door opened and a figure slipped through a naked female briefly backlit against the light. A finger was held against my lips, soon replaced with a kiss. Then going down, she took my my flaccid cock into her willing mouth. I hardened as, up and down my shaft, sensation moved until, shaking like a landed fish, an orgasm ripped through my body. I tasted a hint of my own cum on lips that kissed me goodnight, and then she'd gone. I reckon she must have got the wrong room because, even today, I have no idea who she was. *** Lenamae was seventeen. She had never liked boys. Her first sexual experience was with a fellow cheerleader. She had yearnings to be in control, but that was tough for a young girl. One day she rescued a girl from some bullies, and the girl became enamored with her. Lenamae liked that. Her friend had become catty behind her back, and Lenamae became very upset. Her friend was heartbroken, and ashamed. She begged Lenamae to forgive her. She told her she would do anything for forgiveness, then handed Lenamae a small paddle and some rope. Lenamae smiled she had found her place in the world. *** Elspeth the Sorceress was 927 years old. Her power came from virgin blood, her longevity from sexual purity she had never orgasmed. She was pure evil. She stood naked, gazing at the captive virgin girl. Her life's-blood would power Elspeth for months. She drew her dagger, invoked the cantrip and approached the girl. She kissed her head, as she raised the dagger. The girl reached out, touching Elspeth's pussy by happenstance. She had never been touched. Her passion ignited. She pulled the girl's fingers into her. As she orgasmed and crumbled to dust, she uttered, It was worth the wait. *** Lying slumped across my desk, my ass still sticking up in the air. I can feel his cum dribbling out of me as I hear him zip up his fly. He pulls my head up off the desk by my hair. He leans in, gazing into my eyes and kisses me once on the lips. You'd better get yourself dressed and cleaned up. The next class will be here in five minutes. And with that, he shoulders his school bag and walks out of the classroom as the bell rings to signal the end of lunch break. *** I spied his sun-streaked hair rising above the dunes, then his ripped body, surfboard tucked underneath his arm. I plumped my tits. Smiled. Then. nothing. Not a single glance from him. The alluring waves ahead held his eyes captive. I upped my game, stripping my bikini, fiercely entering the competing ocean. My own white caps, not yet kissed by the sun, drew him to me. And then inside me. Jealous waves threatened to pull us apart, but his hands just gripped me tighter. Our roaring climax muted the churning ocean. .and his abandoned board sulked away with the current. *** How do you descend stairs gracefully like this? It's not the wibbly-wobbly stilettos or fully-fashioned stockings rustling with each step. It's not the figure-hugging dress as my veil of respectability. No, it's my delicious lovers warping my mind and body. Vanessa will have my dripping wet snatch her toy is in it now. Sebastian's got my tightest hole he's buzzing it like an old-fashioned pager. Gripping the bannister, I suppress a groan. From the table opposite, via their apps, they deliver more rapturous bliss. I just need to get through dinner with my parents. *** Waves of crimson locks spill over alabaster shoulders and rest upon the swell of creamy breasts. Obvious peaks of arousal stand erect and beg for attention. Greedy fingers work deftly to capture erect nipples, ruthlessly twisting, eliciting a hushed whimper. Hands travel down across smooth, taut skin to find a hairless mound with glistening pink folds. A single digit enters dry and comes out drenched. His manhood hardens instantly as his hunger for her suddenly consumes him. Does she have limits? he inquires. None that matter. Excellent. He attaches his leash to her collar and lays claim to her. Mine. *** Naomi was ravenous. She hadn't fed in days. She was prowling Hollywood when she saw the pretty homeless girl. She approached the girl and stared into her eyes. The girl responded with a hungry look. Naomi grabbed her hair, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. Naomi kissed her, while sliding a hand into the girl's pants. The girl moaned. Naomi's fangs sunk into the girl's neck, as her fingers pushed into the girl. She timed the end of her feeding with the girl's approaching orgasm. She felt the girl convulse, as she finished feeding. They both whispered, Thank you. *** Lucy masturbated blissfully, recalling yesterday's one-nighter with co-worker Steve. He'd used arousing language to describe her beautiful, big tits. His nipple-play had driven Lucy crazy, his clit-licking and fingering made her shriek uncontrollably. His cock was huge, and he knew how to employ it. He had lasted for ages and re-charged promptly. The three fucks had all been a little different. So many cums. Lucy heard the car in the driveway. She got her strap-on and lube from the drawer. She'd make her husband squirm and beg for more as she fucked his arse, while drip-feeding him the lurid details. *** I woke from an unusually refreshing sleep feeling a bit horny. Not an unusual event. Alone, I opened my iPad to Lush and enjoyed a recent masturbation story. Feeling enthused, I entered my hot shower and enjoyed the sensation of my lathered hands touching and stroking. As I turned off the water, I noticed my wife had entered the bathroom. I quickly dried off and exited the shower to share my arousal with her. She turned, saw my swollen turgid erection, and said, Put that thing away. I have to go to work. Damn you Lush! Thwarted again! *** The first time, I tugged uselessly at his cock with my lips, hoping it was how he'd like it. We needed to use hands. The second time, I worked my tongue on the sensitive end and was rewarded with far more of a reaction. I licked it from top to bottom and he moaned. He told me he liked it when my long, blonde hair brushed the tip. The third time, I complimented him. You're so hard! He asked that I look into his eyes. He was trembling, his hands on my head. His praise tasted sweeter than his cum. *** He was athletic, handsome, an incredible voice. Forty-five years old and I was twenty. We studied the bible every week. Minutes before my wedding, he invited me into his office. Spoke about the obligations of marriage. Asked if I wanted to have children. I said yes. I have a gift for the couple. For us? He unzipped and showed his hard penis. I sat on the table, opened my legs. He looked me in the eyes. I was invaded by his trunk. We fornicated in silence. He came and filled me with his semen. God bless daughter. Amen Father. *** The dentist's surgery was full of seventeen-year-old teenage boys, fifteen or more. Then I remembered it was Doctor Sangey's Wednesday morning surgery. Rumour had it she loves young cum. One lad, in the corner, looked nervous it must have been his first time. The lad that made a new appointment, the one with cum stains on his trousers, sported an evil grin. I was in for a long wait. Mister Sangey, the receptionist piped up, waking me from partial slumber. Yes, I shouted. Your wife has finished her oral examinations, she said, smiling. She'll see you now. *** I lie on my back, stroking my cock, looking from left to right at these six men surrounding me. I could see that they were ready to unload and cover me with cum. I keep stroking. The first two unload their cum on my fist and cock. Lubed with cum. I keep stroking. The second two unload on my chest. I caress my nipples with their hot slimy cum. I keep stroking. Finally, my face is blasted from both sides. Hmmm. I keep stroking. I cum from the pit of my stomach, covering my stomach with my hot musky slime. *** Cum? I can still cum. Yes I can still cum watching you. Watching you as your lover's cock slides between your swollen lips, excited by your screams as he fucks you. Watching you riding his lusty young cock and stroking my flagging member while you writhe in pleasure. Hardening and throbbing as I watch him fill your cunt with his cream. Ejaculating on your tits while you cum with him. Cum? Yes I still cum — watching you and your young lover fucking every night — for your pleasure and my delight. Erectile dysfunction be dammed, I cum — hard. *** Sally tugged her husband Simon's cock as they discussed last night's party. How was Bruno's dick? asked Simon. Huge, replied Sally. Ditto Enzo's. No wonder your cunt was so slushy when I fucked you - two big loads of cum, said Simon excitedly. Well, actually . Matteo and Franco contributed too, confessed Sally. Are you sure four Italian cocks was enough, you slut of a wife? grunted Simon as he ejaculated uncontrollably over Sally's gorgeous tits. A perfect number, replied Sally. We won't count anal with Giovanni, or a tit-job for Paolo, will we, darling? *** Foreplay with John's wife, Beth, was sensational. Dave loved sucking Beth's erect nipples. Her cock-stroking drove him crazy. John called from the corridor, More wine, guys? John brought the bottle in. He was naked and erect. His magnificent, huge, thick dick was coated with recently dried juices. Dave was overwhelmed, realising that his wife, Sally, had already had this gigantic cock in her needy wet pussy. As John exited after filling their glasses, Dave entered John's wife from behind. Lucky girl, he said to Beth as he uncontrollably convulsed his load into her receptive gushing cunt. *** I met him in a pub, we really hit it off. It seemed inevitable he would invite me back to theirs after showing me a picture of his sexy wife. The car journey saw my cock hardening in anticipation. On entering their flat, I met his wife shimmying towards me. She was drop dead gorgeous. Red hair, unblemished white skin draped in black lingerie, voluptuous breasts, and a shining bare pussy that was oozing juice like it couldn't wait. My cock hardened instantly. Not because of how she looked, but because he dropped his trousers while standing next to her. *** My rigid cock is poised at my wife's lips. She kneels, naked. Her eyes plead. She was exquisite. A whimper as she takes me in, our mingled cum dried on me. I humiliate her with details of my dalliance. Her sucking becomes frenzied as she furiously rubs her clit. Filth spills from my mouth and she emits a muffled scream as I fill hers with my seed. She greedily swallows it all. I kneel facing her, kiss her passionately, and push her onto her back. Her legs open to revel a trickle of his cum. Your turn now. *** His breathing still labored, looking at the beautiful blonde, still shaking from her own orgasm.. Strung up in the basement dungeon. Spread eagle in the standing position, marks of the past couple hours of whips, flogs, crops, and clamps on her perfect tiny body.. Was it her that first brought this up, or him? He couldn't remember, now, and that didn't matter. The art with which he brought her to multiple orgasms stunned them both. But, then again, he had never brought someone he truly loved to his lair. She spoke softly, I love you so much, Daddy. He released her from the position she had requested to be placed in. He carried her to the bedroom so they could hold one another and rest. *** It was the most intense, sexual dream ever. I felt the butterfly-soft caress of a tongue on the head of my penis, followed by a warm, velvety mouth, savouring my entire length. I heard a feverish groaning as I was sucked and licked, in that magical dream. I feared I'd wake from the exquisite, warm, silky pleasure I felt in my penis and the pit of my stomach. I started to wake. Oh no, not now, I thought. Then I unloaded with an overpowering force from the pit of my stomach. Good morning, Dave, said my flatmate, Mike. *** She hops in Sam's truck and he then pulls around the block and over to a busy parking lot. Pull down your panties, I wanna spank your ass! he demands. Sam takes down his pants and pulls out his cock. Slurp, slurp, slurp! as she bobs up and down. God that feels good don't stop! Sam yells. Smack! Smack! He smacks her ass. He can't hold back any longer. Oh my god! That feels so good! he moans, as he cums hard in her mouth. Thanks, I'll have my secretary send the P.O. over for the order, he says. *** After a few drinks at my friend's birthday party, I was busting for a pee. I'd seen several people beat me to the throne room, but now it was my turn. I stepped in, closed the door and unzipped. Then I noticed my friend was sitting there with an unlocked door. Nothing for it, I thought. Without a word, I walked to her, leaned forward to kiss her and fingered her until she moaned and wet my hand with an orgasm. Happy Birthday! Then I washed, left the room and peed outside on the lemon tree. Copyright © BigOldSofty 2023 *** How many bottles of sparkling water? Emma asked. Twenty, Jake replied. Vodka bottles? Ten. Do we have any Pimms left? Only two bottles. How many hot MILFs? How many what? Jake spluttered as he turned around to see Emma, his boss, had stripped down to black set of stockings, suspenders and matching bra, her wedding ring sparkling in the low light. How many hot MILFs do you see, Jake? Emma repeated as she stepped to within touching distance of her young employee. Jake's reply was lost, caught in his throat as he watched Emma sink to her knees. *** There she was, tall and lithe a quiet understated beauty, hiding in the shadows. Full of unexpressed desires, a lover without love. Alone with her thoughts, waiting hoping and looking. She said her name was Daisy, in her hunger I allowed her to touch herself. Though we were miles apart, yet touching deeply. As I peeled back her layers, her clothes fell away, revealing an eternal promise, a need to please. Despite the distance, she heard my voice deep within, calling her towards hope and ambition. To become her own sonnet of love and acceptance, her needs aflame, her body awash with desire *** Many topless women adorn the grasslands surrounding London's Ladies'Pond. She stirs beside me asking me to apply sunscreen. My pussy dampens as I rub her breasts. Just a little dip with my toe. However, one touch leads to passionate kissing which leads to her leading me by the hand into the pond. We dive in, exploring each other's pussies. Strumming. Fingering. Then, tribbing. Oh my, her clit touching mine. As I moan, she purrs, A woman knows what a woman likes. Whirring noises interrupt our sex. Looking up, we spy drones hovering. Damn! The penises found us! *** You know me, I don't make a big deal out of my birthdays. And you know me, how I think that's just fucking boring! So I made the best cake he could ever waste on his unsophisticated taste buds and served it the best way my one track mind could conjure. (In case you're wondering I used coconut oil on my butt to make it fit the part, but that's another story.) Oh and I invited a few guests too, because why not? We ought to watch our waistline over 40 and kindly share that cake, right? *** Cream walked into the kitchen. Wow! I thought it would take longer. Ice smoothed her red hair and showed a smile. Coffee? I made it. Cream sits facing. Nobody can tell who is who. I want. Did you like it? It looks like you don't. Ice shows a cynical smile. What tongue! Delicious isn't it! Even more, there! The two raise their cups in a toast. It was strange at the end when he kissed me and said my name. What? Didn't he say Cream? Ice. He said he loved sucking a more. Brazilian. You shaved!? Well. Asshole. He sucks! *** The erotic redhead moans and writhes on the bed with her legs spread open wide. Six men are there to bring her pleasure. One man's thick member stretches her anus, while another cock is balls-deep in her smooth, bare pussy. A not-so-gentle man is lodged in her throat, his sac resting against her cheek. And each neatly-manicured hand is filled with a well-lubricated shaft. Finally, there is a director/cameraman who commands them all to cum, then yells, Cut! That's a wrap! What a money shot! She grins he's the one filling her porn star's pocketbook quite generously. Money shot, indeed! *** I don't know if it was the wine, the gummies, or the whole girl with blue hair movie I suggested. One minute we're staring straight ahead, the next we're dueling tongues, burrowing down deep in the cushions. Her top, her titties, then mine and more. But I've never. Relax babe. Enjoy your teacher's talents and learn. Yeah, she was a quick study. Two FUCK ME! cums, then I was over on my back screaming. Hey, Kis. Bro, what's up? Heard you came by last night, met my new girl. Sure did. Watcha think, sis? Keeper, Jimmy. Definite keeper for me. *** I am tired, and it's so distant, the darkest before dawn. He illuminates me, the light of my life, and I beg with all my heart. My mind and body must be freed. We're dancing as swallows, rousing the instinct-like air to breathe, sucking his flesh because I will drown. I am unafraid we are together. This is love. Consumed by its promise, we ride the wave's crest, roaring together, embracing the deluge. Our shackles to mortality are broken we are ethereal, lost in bliss. He kisses me like the first time after our little death. Notre petite mort. *** Every month, Karen mooned the neighbors, ran over cats, and did other naughty things. If I could fuck my sister's husband, the year would be perfect! Cole showed up, naked and hard, rolled a pair of Karen's stockings up his legs, and begged her to hump him. Elle the Elf usually stuffed the stockings for Santa's sleigh and was surprised when asked to fulfill a Christmas Wish. Read this from the Naughty and Nice Gift List, said Santa. Karen gets to hump Cole in her stockings, read Elle. Put these glasses on. Karen gets a lump of coal.oh. *** My first roommate in college. Then the other two. First Pride LA, 1970. Those nasty good diesel dyke fingers in the alley behind Annie's Whole. The sweet bruises after Sheila's roller disco orgy. Chi Lee and her whole anime latex thing. My private vagina workshop and bakery. Miss Alicia, that horrible mistake. The lone journey after, seeking balance, salvation, another. Holding Jane's hand, kissing her lips, as cancer took away our together. Pausing the reel unspooling in my head, I look down at my great niece, Isabella. No, honey, I never married. Wanted to once, but it came too late. *** I straddled his face and made him lick me until I climaxed. I came hard. It would have been hornier if my cunt was full of my fuck-buddy's spunk. As soon as I splashed his face, I slid down his body, eager to engulf his cock. I needed it badly. His sticky face ended up between my lacy tits. I came hard, his mouth on one nipple and his fingers pinching the other. I was determined to get in a third before sending the horny pictures to my on-line friend. I just wish it wasn't my husband I was fucking. *** Closing the door, I could sense he was behind me. He could see my slutty dress, ripped at the seam from the rough handling I had received. My lipstick smudged, and mascara running down my face. Turning to face him, I smiled. My gaze eventually left his stern features, slid down his naked torso and rested on his formidable erection. One more wouldn't hurt – would it? I knelt, grasped it with my hand, brought it level to my lips and sunk my face onto it until my chin ticked on the hairs of his balls. The taste was sweet. *** Santa wailed as the crop lashed his flaming buttocks once more. Is this what you wanted? hissed Mrs Santa in his ear. Santa whimpered. Purring, she strutted around his prostrate form in her black stockings and heels. Such a wicked Santa, aren't you? Pulling his glowing buttocks apart, Mrs Santa slid her enormous strap-on slowly past his petrified sphincter. Santa's mouth opened in a silent scream as his chimney burned. Bad - she panted, – Santa! As she thrust her toy fully home, Santa covered the Earth with his thick white Christmas cum. Good boy, she cooed with satisfaction. *** Conversation turned to teasing. Teasing to seduction. Seduction to pure, unadulterated lust. They sat in a corner booth, his leg against hers. Every suggestive word was accompanied by fingertips walking up her thigh, pushing her sundress higher. She squirmed with each step, her breathing shallow and uneven. When he touched her, she shivered noticeably. You're wet, he whispered. She didn't verbally respond. Taking his hand, she slid it, along with hers, between her thighs. Her fingers pressed his inside her. Beyond wet, she moaned. Within a minute her body shuddered. We should go. Now. Waiter. Check please. *** He grabbed her at the fireside. She said: Wait. The kids. She knew he was deaf, though, the way he wrestled her down and pulled up her silly elf dress and twisted her panties over. . might hear. she said, into the carpet. He grasped her hips, widened by years, and pushed. He still knew how, where. Building up, slapping against her, making her arch and say fuck. out loud. They were both sweating of sex, careless as teenagers, until he drew out, half too late, his cock slathering her backside. She slumped forward, overturning the cookies. Milk spilled everywhere. *** I thought, what a ho-hum gift when I opened the box to find a scarf. We live in Florida, and scarf-weather only happens five times a year. I watched his face beam when he unwrapped the tickets to see his beloved Patriots playing in Miami on New Years. I couldn't believe I spent $500, and he only spent what? $40? And the rest of the day, I walked around with a scowl. That was until he used that scarf to tie my hands behind my back and bend me over the couch before fucking my scowl into oblivion. *** I lifted my little butt, lying on Daddy's lap. My breathing gasped, the anticipation of being punished like a teenage girl. You never obey, Lyuba. Sorry. I was late, it was the party. The rough hand stroked down my buttocks, the intruding fingers exploring my orifices. Where are your panties? I forgot to put them on. Came the snap of a slap, the strong fingers squeezing my buttocks. I groaned counting the slaps on my ass. The rubbing of his member against my thighs made me horny. Enough, please! If not I'm going. Go what? Wet your pants, Daddy. *** Heavy set of keys crash-land on granite island, her thunderous tone is cue for trouble. Kitt-en! That's a £200 champagne you've ruined with cheap fruit. Your naughty bottom just earned a spanking tonight. Love-heart paddle turns my butt tender and red like the cherry on top of her Kir Royale. Sweetened with the promise to drink the rest off her delicious body, I'd endure anything. I have a confession to make, she purrs, stroking my hair as I savour the last drops of nectar between her thighs, that was cheap bubbly from work, just really wanted to spank you. *** Ms. Claus shouted at Santa, I am sick and tired of your gallivanting around the world, getting into your pathetic trysts, threesomes and orgies. This eve you are staying home. I will be your sleigh-ride tonight. She grabbed his beard and pulled him face to face. She dropped her sash, opened her robe of silk and offered her breasts. Next, she lifted up her nighty to show her sparkling, red gash. Now look at me, you fool. She unbuckled his belt, stripped off his coat and ordered up some jazz. Then she embraced him, kissed him, and started to dance. *** Twas the night before Christmas, all through North Pole, Twenty-four hours, Mrs. Claus takes control. Her favorite of the eve, are the gang of swole elf Using them, depraved pleasures, all to herself. The virile serfs, bound to their beds, Visions of her thick lips savoring their heads. Kerchiefs in their mouths, readied cocks on their laps There would be no time for any winter naps. Their rods for delight, pounding mouth, pussy and ass Thick rivers of cum, filling her at last. Santa returned, saw a glint in her eye Merry Christmas to all, it was another good night! *** The explosions are dull, distant, and yet they rattle deafeningly in my bones. One part of my brain knows they're harmless, they make people happy, only fairy lights in the sky - but the other part shrinks and jitters. So I, too, shrink and jitter-jitter-jitter ceaselessly. But then you come put the blindfold over my squeezed-shut eyes and press the headphones tightly over my ears. You simply cover me like a warm weighted blanket. In the sightless, soundless calm, you sweetly feed me tart honey. And with your fingers, your lips, teeth, and tongue, you give me tender, sparkling fireworks. *** They were beauty and young, white with red hair, brown eyes, small breasts. A reflection of themselves. Cream was dating Vern. Ice, single for months. I doubt it. I'll allow it. He won't even notice. Is he in his room? Snoring and naked. Scratch his ass and he'll go crazy. What if he gets suspicious? I'll blame you. You crazy bitch! Your boyfriend, Cream. You can borrow it, Ice. Isn't that what you wanted? A stick? But yours, I mean, his? You suck, Cream. I bet he'll love our. ice cream. Hahahaha. naughty. Only when I'm with you. *** Her hands gripped and stroked his steely shaft. Groaning at the sensual touch, her mouth closed over the head. Tongue swirling around cleaning the precum, his hands gripped her long dark locks. She looked up into his blue-grey eyes as she swallowed and sucked deeply. Fingers massaged his full balls as his shaft exploded in a winter-white eruption of cum. Exchanging gazes, she swirled and swallowed every drop of seed. Lifting her, he kissed her hard and moaned, You have been so very very good! Licking her lips clean, grinning she replied Mmm, thank you for your present Santa. *** Silk Scarves. for Christmas? Clasping his torso, I plunged onto his swollen shaft, Still, I put them to good use. Tied to an Eames chair, I smouldered into Rory's helpless eyes. Naked, rampant. and born on Christmas Day. Your birthday and Christmas presents were always combined? Gagged by my drenched panties, he nodded animatedly. Standing, my husband would wait. Rory shivered like a cold kitten. Warm in my embrace, my slick cunt revelled in his engorgement. A rapid smear of my hips forced his groans, and he pulsed with the vitality of youth. Good boy, I purred, Happy Eighteenth Birthday. *** His look is all it took. His kittens knew exactly what their master wanted, needed. They didn't have to hear him ask. They knew. Standing before him, both slowly, seductively lowered their panties and stepped out of them. Neither was jealous of the other. Neither cared about sharing their master. Both only wanted to serve. To satiate their master's most carnal desires. Hungrily, he eyed them both. Kneeling before him, they removed his trousers, exposing his rod of reward. Sharing it together, moments later, the sweet elixir of love flooded their throats. Their master sighed as his pets swallowed eagerly. *** Waves are crashing. The wind whirls through the sky. A calmness has overcome the night. Joy is relishing her time on the beach, alone. With eyes closed, she opens her senses to everything around her. The mist from the waves kisses her skin. A chilling, tingling feeling arises, resonating from her legs up towards her exposed abdomen. The nonphysical touch caressed her mind, bringing euphoria within her. A soft moan leaves her parted lips as she finally opens her eyes. She gathers herself before seeing a tall gentleman walking away from her on the beach, wondering if he noticed her. *** Rob was playing the organ for the Christmas Carol Service, and I'd come to help. Hidden up in the organ loft it was easy to get his cock out between carols. Soon I was sucking him off so vigorously that he almost missed the Recessional. Luckily it was the finale to Messiaen's Nativité so the congregation hopefully didn't notice all the wrong notes. Then, just as he spurted over my face, the curate turned up with mulled wine and mince pies. Christmas is a time for giving, so I gave him the best blowjob he'd ever had. I love Christmas! *** We were having fun on Christmas Eve. I was oblivious to all, except twinkling fairy lights, and my wife wrapped around my plunging rod. There's a sudden groan from Santa. His trousers are down, as his turgid cane waits it's turn. For a jolly big guy, he has a cute arse. Quick as a flash, I am in him balls deep. It won't take me long, he clenches me tight. His fiery rod is jerking with glee. My balls all-a-jingle, I'm gripping him tight. With a Merry Christmas, we empty our sacs. *** David has been missing his wife for the holidays who left for a business trip. Horny and alone, he called her which was surprisingly answered after two rings. I wish I was seeing your dress at the moment. A robe. That was all she can say that sounded like a moan. My hands inside that robe, peeling it off like I would an orange, revealing the succulent beauty inside, and drinking the delicious juice oozing between your legs. Unbeknownst to him, she was that peeled orange suppressing a moan from the carnal cunnilingus comfort conveniently contributed by her captivating Chairwoman. *** I jumped as she screamed as loud as she could, her voice bouncing through the empty store. A sly smile crept over her face when she was done. I always wanted to do that. Everyone else enjoyed their Christmas holiday, so we volunteered to stock merchandise and reap over time. What else have you wanted to do at work? I gave her a sly wink. Our bodies create rhythmic wet slaps echoing off the walls as we fuck our way through every department. A cacophony of orgasmic moans, unrestrained and amplified through the aisles. Two sinners celebrating freedom and lust. *** Twirling in my dress, I tingle at bringing in the new year. with him. Then, my husband forgoes traditional resolutions for a revelation. I watch the clock tick toward an uncertain new year while listening to his reasons. Shocking us both, I say, I wanna meet her. When the vision in red silk enters our bedroom, I release my held breath, then smile. You're gorgeous! My husband beams, his makeup-shadowed eyes misting. Acceptance inflaming passion, we undress one another, two dresses pooling together on the floor. I cap his hand shifting to his thigh. No. The stockings and stilettos stay. *** Away from the New Year's Eve party, Jim's got Sarah up on the bathroom sink. God that feels good, fuck me! Oh yes, fuck me! she moans. He keeps pumping, harder and faster. Don't stop, please don't stop, I'm going to cum! Oh yes! Yes! I'm cumming! she yells. After a few minutes, he can't hold on any longer. I'm cumming! Oh yes! Oh god, that feels good! he moans and cums hard in her cunt. It's almost midnight, we had better get back. Tammy and Ron will be looking for us. she winks at him and laughs. *** Christmas lights reflected in her sultry eyes as she awaited his stealth entrance after a successful night of slipping undetected into other people's homes. You're late, she murmured. But worth the wait, I hope, he replied, stroking his beard before clever fingers liberated her from her red silk robe in mere seconds. Tracing the curve of her collarbone and swell of her breast, he watched her body tremble. Suddenly, he pinned her against the wall and entered her in one hard thrust. You're on the naughty list, baby. Darling, you're a cat burglar, not Santa Claus. And you're my ho-ho-ho. *** Kids tucked in bed, I hear my wife humming I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus as we wrap the presents. A quiet knock on the front door. Some guy in a Santa suit? She grins a thousand watts. Merry Christmas, honey. This is Alan. Oh. She met Alan online for a potential threesome. She starts kissing him. Fun to watch, but it goes on for a while. I clear my throat. Sorry, got carried away there, he says, turning to me. I hope the kids aren't seeing Mommy and Daddy kissing Santa Claus. *** Dressed in red, he came down my chimney, thrice calling me a Ho. His beard tickled my ass as his candy cane fucked my holes. The jolly man took off his broad belt and spanked my naughty ass, then he spread my Christmas cheer all over his face while his tongue checked my oozing clit twice. Pleading for his cock, covered in our mutual cum, I sucked until his peppermint-flavored spunk shot all over my face, staining my festive dress. Merry Christmas, slut. You're so good, Santa came twice! With a nod and wink, he was gone. *** The basket is my downfall. Her essence is everywhere, each item a fragrant delight. Including, of course, her panties. Especially her panties still soaked with last night's lust. The aroma drives me wild the smell of rutting overpowering. His cum mingled with hers. With pathetic moans, I suck the sodden fabric, savouring the tasty mélange, as I think of my wife and her lover. Wrapping the flimsy material around my pulsing cock, I instantly add my salty emissions to the heady cocktail. Ping! Put them on, and don't forget to thank your boss for me! She knows me so well. *** I got into the car. She removed her swimsuit and straddled my face, her intoxicating, musky scent wafting to my nostrils as she pressed her bare pussy to my mouth. Then, slipping my tongue between her pussy lips, I felt her body tense as it contacted the tip of her clit. I sucked the tiny protuberance into my mouth. She moaned loudly as I worked it between my lips. Her wetness grew and pussy juices flowed, I worked my tongue furiously, then, she orgasmed with a shudder and a loud cry. That was the best Uber I've ever taken. *** On the night before Christmas, she put the kids to bed early. Sneaking downstairs, she got ready for Santa. Cookies were placed, milk was poured, and her pussy displayed in all its glory. She placed herself before the fireplace, her body all bare. As she waited for her gift, her legs were spread wide and her body trembled. Santa arrived on time like he always did. It was his favorite house by far. First, he came down the chimney, then up the MILF's ass. He called her a Ho Ho Ho and gave her his gift. *** Your timing is perfect! Just as the clock strikes midnight, you push me over the edge, ringing in the New Year. What you do on January 1, they say, you'll do all year. Terrific–we'll be cumming together all year long, then. All morning, teasing, pushing each other to the brink, but never over the edge. In the afternoon, Round Two. One last stroke, precisely at the top of the hour, and we're cumming for each other again. What a way to celebrate! One for your new year, one for mine. A double bang! If only we weren't fifteen timezones apart. *** Alone? Her hand pauses above my flute then drops a diamond ring. Ummm.? My soon-to-be-ex is banging his intern somewhere. Want to do New Years with me, girl? Grabbing the Dom, we elevator up. She leaves it naked, dress dangling from a finger. Always wanted to do this, she laughs, strutting down the hall. Her cum is loud and juicy. I swig champers, then pass it over. Fucking fine, she confesses to the ceiling and drains the bottle. Giving it an eye, she murmurs, Well now, there's an idea. Feels appropriate, too. Out with his old, in with some new. *** Hot and humid as Singapore is, she did her routine when she comes home -- stripped off her garments as she sauntered in leaving, only her panties. Brassieres were a thing of the past for her. Confident in her own skin, she doesn't care if she walks around with her jiggly tits. Remembering something, she took her bag to retrieve her cum-doused, blue lace panties. Redolent of sex while opening it, their scent filled her house when she fished them out. She wore them fresh when she left for work this morning. Before lunchtime, she was no longer wearing them. *** Editors Pick Five, four, ., the TV audience chants. I time my thrusts into Libby's tight pussy with the countdown. At one, the crowd roars, Happy New Year! and sings Auld Lang Syne. I climax, shuddering from waves of pleasure. The orgasm passes. I slip free and roll off. Nightie in disarray, thong pulled aside, my new sex doll looks beautiful, almost real. She had appeared unexpectedly on Christmas day, a gift from a mystery Santa. I kiss Libby's lips and whisper, Happy New Year, baby! When I turn to switch off the light, a sweet female voice replies, And to you. *** Lights twinkle on the tree as the last gift is placed. I slip into bed and she reaches for me, gently kissing and hugging until I am between her legs. Slow fucking with familiar moves brings us to mutual orgasm, and we fall asleep spooning. The door bursts open, two kids and an energetic lab jumping on the bed, waking us with cries of Santa was here! and we smile at each other. Now we wake up together in a quiet house, just us two, and cuddle together while they enjoy toddlers jumping on the bed. *** Slowly unwrapping by the tree, our presents shown to each other. Lips touching, bodies entwining breathing you in like it was my last breath. The contrast of my hands against your gorgeous soft skin as I slip your last defence down your beautiful legs. Kneeling before you, admiring your everything, before my hands reach behind and pull your present slowly to me. Lips touching, legs wrapping around my neck, tasting you like it was my last meal. Listening to you take your first shuddering breath, as you push against my face and your hands grip my hair. I don't stop. *** Never predicted my first kiss, despite craving my biology classmate, Sophie Cockshot. Nose ring. Lips to drown in. Gorgeous. We hung out. Studied at hers. Joked over family dinners. Guess the signs were kinda obvious. My opportunity to nuke FriendZone came at their Christmas party. Alcohol flowed. Flirting followed. She signalled me upstairs. Lust responded. The bedroom's sanctuary muffled chattering guests. She whirled on me, guiding my grip on the mistletoe sprig an inch above auburn locks, giggling, It's tradition. Gazing up, she unzipped me. Kissed my shaft rigid, then hungrily choked and slurped as I groaned, Ohhh, Mrs Cockshot. *** Fuck Christmas. I wanna shag sluts. Santa's reindeer detoured to the North Pole pharmacy. Two bodacious babes prominent on the naughty list were, unsurprisingly, underdressed. Santa's schlong stretched one strumpet's sopping snatch. Santa-seed spurted Rudolph stomped his hoof impatiently. Venison's invigorating when yule be shafting another quim. All-night sexual shenanigans screwed seasonal cheer Santa's become our Christmas Grinch. Better news kiddies: the pharmacy has half-price presents. Bad news parents: the Viagra's all gone. Mrs Claus's Christmas message? No fucking Christmas tarts at home, Santa. With sluts still in her bed Santa-snuggled, Mrs C's reverted to her maiden name – Mary Christmas. *** Summer is over and fall is just beginning. As the leaves outside are falling our embraces lingers. Each night a moment longer until we find each other's warmth inescapable. Embracing becomes kissing. Kissing becomes petting until it's too wet to ignore the heat that roars between us. Our cozy layers are removed, just the friction of our bare skin as we become one. Outside the wind blows and the leaves dance in a frenzy to the music of our moans. In the peak of our passion, we're unaware of the drop in temperature that signifies winter will be coming soon. *** Gently, slowly, circling my right nipple. Feeling it grow hard, letting the sensations flow through me. Watching your fingers unzip your pants, then slowly caress your manhood. The burning sensation of my nipple being pulled and twisted creates a dampness in my panties that has long been forgotten. The countdown begins. Ten. Nine. The muffled voices of the crowd yell. Eight. Seven. Your manhood grows as you pump harder, faster. Six. Five. Eyes fixed on the other Four. Three. My fingers twisting, pulling. Two. One. Panties soaked. Happy New Year. My cum-soaked, new Lover says, at the strike of Midnight. *** Upset that my friends had canceled again, I pushed past the ragged, dirty woman.until I heard her. Spare some change? I always recognize voices, so I turned and knelt down. Linda? Her eyes widened. Jeff? Oh, fuck. She dropped her head and started crying. Linda.please.let me help. I finally coaxed her back to my apartment. The shower ran a long time, steam curling under the door. But the angel who emerged was the confident, beautiful woman I had longed for in high school. Merry Christmas, Jeff, she smiled, hips swaying as she let the towel fall. *** Twas the night before Christmas, it was quiet, all through the house apart from the whimpering of a soundly spanked girl. Santa was visiting his naughty girl list. It was to be a long night of pleasure, and his red leather gloves would be worn out by his visits to spank around the world. Starting in New Zealand, he passed through his world. Winging his way to his most favoured place, the cattle country of Wyoming, where he knew the warmest and most special welcome would be waiting. Where a mother and daughter existed, only to serve. *** Relief groaned out of Rosa's mouth as she answered the phone, the sound of her piss quickly hissing into the grass outside her apartment. Yeah? Dagon heard the note in her voice, and the sound of what he would guess was water running? Maybe? Uhm.. Rosa? Oh hi, uhm, let me call you back when I got my pants up and I'm inside okay? Oh ..kay. The phone clicked silent. So not running water. She was pissing?? Rosa was peeing outside. Dagon took a deep breath. Fuck I'm hard now. What the fuck? *** The red welt glows in contrast with her pale white skin, the outline of my hand visible on her ample cheek. Her muffled voice strains to pass the ball gag to no avail, her pleas going unheard. I check the satin strips binding her wrists together as her eyes search my face for a sign of mercy. Not tonight, Mrs. Claus. Santa's away, this elf wants to play. Another loud slap resounds in the room when my open palm falls heavily on the perfectly plump bottom sticking up. Her bells ring, and she's glistening. down the hall, elves are listening. *** Sarah, you will obey. No! Silence reverberates through the parlor. Please, Sir, not her. The woman's smile sharpens. Exciting, her defiance. Vexing at times. Sarah? As you wish, Sir. She unpins a sapphire brooch silk falls. Outrageous, an older gentleman protests, rising his wife's dissuading hand clasps his arm. Exquisite. Stiletto fingernails caress naked breasts. She'll mark beautifully. As your pleasure demands. Ma'am? Sarah clutches the fallen silk. No. The woman seizes her wrist. Come. Sarah lingers before the gentleman. Thank you, Sir, but I am his to give. To anyone. Even this . cunt. Hunger twitches the woman's lips. *** You part your thighs, tracing shapes on your honey pot. You're tapping your shiny bean, as you glisten below. I watch and play along with slick pre-cum, waiting to feel you on my shaft. You slip your fingers deep inside. I watch you flow, thick and clear. You raise your head, eyes aflame. Our fingers matched, both a blur. You stare and arch your spine, trembling in pleasure. A silent scream, that look of lust. Your fingers are now within your mouth. It's all too much. With a mighty grunt, I watch your grin, my seed slaps my window. *** It wasn't my fiancé's cum that was running down my leg as I walked up to the altar, and it wasn't my husband's cum that was running down my leg still, after the ceremony. No, it was an ex-boyfriend, with a great cock and a van, who had fulfilled my request. My husband found it when he was removing my wet garter – with his teeth, no less! He looked confused, then shocked, but I'd seen the videos from the bachelor party. He'd claim, later, that he wasn't married yet when that happened. I told him that, technically, neither was I. *** It's 2:00 am and Jason has Wendy bent over behind Rick's house after the party. Fuck me! Oh Fuck me! she moans. He pumps her for ten minutes, yelling and moaning, slapping her pussy. Smack! Smack! Smack! he smacks her ass. Hands up against the fence, she yells, Fuck me harder! He can't hold on any longer. I'm cumming! he moans. The next morning at breakfast: Jason, I heard you outside last night, you need to keep it down we've got neighbors! Rick's dad scolds. Sorry sir. Jason says. Rick and Jason look at each other and smirk. *** I'd lived eighteen years and two weeks when I first bared myself for sex. I still had braces. First, my t-shirt came off. His warm lips pressed my navel. Then, my bra. My petite breasts, for a few moments, were treated as sacred. We knew the human anatomy, of course. Yet, in person, nakedness somehow amazed. His penis needed my hand to help him in. I looked up. The same bedroom ceiling I'd known since I was three. My hand on his hip, he moved inside me. He wasn't a Disney prince, but he was the one for me. *** I should apologise, I really should. Two days since I've last seen or heard her. Alright, that settles it: I'm going over now. Red roses and sparkling wine? Oh man, she'll melt in my arms. It's worked before and it'll work again. Fool-proof. Grab this shit outta the car, knock on the door-bell and she's mine again All mine. Wait, what's that? Moaning? She's Jilling off figures. Creep over to her bedroom window see what's up. Why am I hearing clapping? Why are there two shadows? Why does one have the other bent over? . Why am I tearing up? *** Looking into her bedroom, I see her dancing naked. This isn't for me. She's moving to her own need, something ripe, beating deep. Her wide hips sway, beckoning love. Her pendulous breasts move counter-point, their swollen burnt-pink nipples begging bites. Hearing me moan, she stops and faces. Across the threshold, eye meets eye. Her's are glinty black with half-lid lust. Mine stare back, white virgin wide. Slowly she slides two fingers between fur-bound lips and up, smiling open the glistening pink between. I feel myself go liquid, watching her lick the tootsie rolls clean. Yeah. Picked Updike for a reason. *** To have and to hold'–that's what you said at the altar, right? Well, this ex-boyfriend still has a hold on you, it seems. Seeing how I'm having you while holding down your quivering flesh in your newly carpeted living-room more firmly than your doting husband ever could. Remember that when he takes you to dinner tonight.Cos it's going to be the same story next year too. And the next. And the one after that. Even when he stops remembering the date, I'm never going to forget your wedding anniversary. Hey, that's the kind of sentimental fucker I am. *** Smoking hot but lazy, Myshaa only skimmed the Code of Discipline and Conduct and misread an important word. Hence, the HR manager summoned her for violation reports of the Dress Code. Anxious to be disinherited, she sent an email to the Chairman-CEO-President, her father's bestfriend, convincing him that the manager was wrong, even including an attachment of her office OOTDs. He wasn't surprised by her scandalous attire at work. He watched her daily on CCTV while his secretary sucked his cock. He exonerated her from any infractions and fired the HR manager. Myshaa was absofuckinglutely right about the undress code. *** It took a lot to ask for a spanking. Ok., my then-boyfriend said, hesitantly. I want a real spanking. Not a few taps, ok? My punishment was scheduled for Friday. Pull your pants down and lie down over my lap, girl, he commanded. I bared my bottom and draped myself across his knees, at his mercy. His hand came down firmly. Forty smacks rained down on each buttock. I started to gasp and cry halfway through, but I urged him on. All that night, we made mad, passionate love. What would my husband think if he saw the film? *** She wipes her chin while I zip myself up, cleaning away the few droplets that passed her lips. I take her file folder, tuck it under my arm, and open the storage room door while she puts on her panties and straightens her skirt. I smile at the two women I pass in the hall. They smile back, exchanging knowing glances with each other when the receptionist steps into the hallway. There is an opening in accounting, one offers to her. Not anymore, she replies with a sly grin. They nod at each other and carry on. *** I was taking my girlfriend out for a night in the theatre and had some time to kill. Walking up Elizabeth Street we passed the Star Cinema and decided to enter. Surprisingly, it had changed to an X-rated cinema. We sat in the back under the projection port and kissed. The film soundtrack encouraged deeper kissing. My hand slid up her inner thigh as she parted her knees. Seeking the hidden treasure under her skirt, my fingers worked towards her orgasm. She moaned into my mouth. Helping to straighten her clothing, we continued to the Gershwin Opera. *** Julie, in full cavewoman mode, dragged me onto the bed. My friend soon had me stripped from the waist down. I was already wet and aching for an orgasm. Our eyes met as she eagerly licked my clit. Her lips, circled around that swollen bud, provided a relentless, blissful suction. I gripped Julie's hair, holding her against me. With two fingers, she fucked my pussy until I climaxed with a fierce cry. Flashing a triumphant grin, she said, Told you I could make you come in ten minutes. Perfect, I replied, still quaking, because Steve will be home in five. *** The slow dance of a woman in want began. Her hips hovered an inch above my face when she said, Comfort your head, in between moments of pure bliss, as my nectar drips down your chin. For I shall grind your face upon the throne of my desire, delighting in your beard. Catch my pearl with your teeth, feel the pleasure of my royal brush. Let me seduce you into that mesmerizing hypnotic trance caused by the friction of my dancing hips Allow your mind to feast and your tongue to savor, in the swallow of my appease. *** The playground is closed for resurfacing, the kids are running around the field, and I'm freezing my butt off on the bench. I'll warm it up when you get home. Isn't it how we went off track yesterday having a five-minute bathroom quickie instead of the planned all-nighter? Blame your new, super tight running leggings. I blame you! Also, for my sore throat. I'm sucking on Halls, sweets, wondering how this honey-menthol would feel on your cock if I gave you a BJ now. Only one way to find out. Home in ten. *** Jordan raises his hand and points. Long fingers with manicured nails. Liv holds the hand and smells it. With eyes closed, she smells it, a sweet odor on her husband's black fingers. A characteristic, soft aroma. Known smell. There is shock on the man's face, the laughter of who has no words. He knows that she knows. Vicky? Liv, course not! I've never. cheated on you. She kisses her husband's fingers. Never? Don't you trust me? I do. But I know Vicky's smell. Have you forgotten? She just wanted to talk. And for that you examined my best friend's pussy? *** N for naughty nipples? He explores how far he can take her. You kiss my neck and I feel your hands on my hips, coming around to my belly pulling me to you. I watch your face in the mirror as your hands move up to my breasts, taking one in each hand. You will be naughty for me today, whispered, not a question, but a statement. You pinch my nipple and slide a clamp on one, then the other. Gasp! How naughty? I inquire. Grinning, you say nothing. Your hand slides into my panties and I feel just how naughty. Butterflies are beautiful, don't you think? Shaking, I gasp! *** A balmy evening has a couple heading along the boardwalk to get a view of the impending sunset, pausing for a kiss every few metres. One long kiss arouses an insatiable desire in both. Lifting the dress, he notices her lack of underwear. The end of the handrail seems the perfect place to stop. She takes his hand, leading him behind a large tree. She unzips him as he leans her against the tree. Freeing his erection, he raises her dress and slides his manhood into her sex. They gyrate to their breathless ecstasy as the sun goes down. Copyright © BigOldSofty 2024 *** Yes, it was fucking amazing, but not as out of this world as you make it out to be. It's not like I haven't had it that rough before. Liar! I saw your face. Fucking hell! I never heard you howl like that before. I came just watching you. His eyes were burning me at the stake. Not for lying, but because the savage they created was deserving of such fate. My lips curled into a cautious smile I've been banned from regulars for far less. And you're still letting me see him again? Yeah, sure. Best. Husband. Ever. *** You vow, Never again, yet smirk you got away with something dirty. But a fuck like ours leaves traces. My red lipstick has stained the base of your cock. Chanel No 5. it clings to your pores. Did you sniff your fingers? The scent of my cunt lingers. And don't turn your back to her. My fuck-me-harder scratches still mark your flesh. But above all, my obscene whispers remain burrowed in your mind, burning my naked body on your retina, and changing the way you look at your wife. When she looks back at you, she'll know I was there. *** He is younger and stronger.. yes, he is larger than me. She has never looked more perfect. The peak of our love affair, of our lives, and there he is. I watch him take her. all of her. making love to her as I know I cannot, at least, not anymore. Eyes closed now, I still see the young lovers. Her eyes open and she looks up at her young man, surprised. I felt like someone was watching, she said to him, and to the empty room. It's only me, decades from now, remembering. never forgetting how I love you *** An attractive woman out for a walk. On the way, she had to pass under a highway river bridge. In the dark, it was a scary location, with ghostly trees and shrubs beside the walkway. Under the bridge, she heard bushes rustling, which did not match the breeze. Her neck hair stood on end. She heard the breathing of someone behind her, coming closer. A kiss, placed on her cheek just beside her ear and hand caressing her butt, stopped her still. She grazed the man's groin. Thank you, darling. You can lick me dry at home, she quietly giggled. *** I'm not at liberty to say.' Karloff smiled, touched by Lucille's resistance.Well, it'll be my pleasure to liberate you.' No, but.' But nothing. You know the rules, Lucille. We just signed them.' Okay, I can.' No second chances. I punish each refusal to be open.' • Lucille sniffed, wiping mascara-stained tears across her nose. Naked, make-up breached, her thick bush became all she could hide behind. Don't lie to me, Lucille. I'm not some feeble life coach. Now, let's try again.' Lucille glanced around the circle at the sympathetic eyes of her still-clothed peers. They'd all been new once. *** I lay on my bed, buck naked, my breath heavy with anticipation. Crawling on all fours, my kitty arrives, seeking her favourite prize. Purring while holding my sex, her breath makes me shudder. Her tongue swirls around the tip, flickering my frenulum. Her lips engulf my head, and her hand strokes my shaft, twisting and turning in tandem. Her head bobs up and down, taking in my entire length, making me squeak. These sensations make me convulse, giving release to divine pleasure. I lay in breathless delight as she licks and drinks her favourite milk. *** My hard cock is fully exposed to them as I watch her apply ice to her Tomcat. I stroke myself as I hand back the smallest cage I have ever seen, and she fixes him with it. His look, as he guides my cock into his wife. We can make you do anything, I smirk and taunt. Kitty purrs. When fully satisfied, I will leave while Tomcat reclaims her, starting with the gift I left inside. My best friend meets me at the bar later for beers, and we talk about work, sports.. we may even talk about his Kitty. *** Three! we highschoolers all yell. Two! Tanya looks at me. One! She smiles. Happy New Year! Unexpectedly, I feel her soft lips on mine. My first kiss. Hers? Possibly not. Fireworks explode outside. Fireworks inside, too. Let's go somewhere quiet, teen spirit implores. In a room, tongues meet. Her lips suck my neck. Hands open blouse buttons. Then her bra clasp. Then zippers. Hands find parts for the first time. Mouths find parts too. Desperately, thrillingly, ecstatically, one warm part squirms its way into another. First time for both. Unprecedented pleasure. Climax. Fulfillment. Who's that? from across the room. *** It's fine. That should have made him stop and think again. But no, even though it's the anniversary of the day we met, he's decided to go watch the football with his mates. I gave him a second chance. Do what you want, then. And the idiot goes off with his mates anyway. So. I'm going out with the girls and, believe me, even I think I look hot. This dress clings to my curves in all the right places and if he doesn't apologise fast, I swear I might just have to teach him a proper lesson. *** Come with me. I need your help. I followed her down the hallway and we got to her room. One swipe of her keycard and we were inside. She pulled me onto the bed. Fuck me. Fuck me now. My cock was deep in her pussy as I pounded her fast and hard. She orgasmed numerous times on her back before I got her on her knees. Pulling her hair, I finally shot my load in her as she had another orgasm. Thank you, baby. Now I can tell my husband he has a hotwife. Same time next week? *** He wasn't her usual type, but there was something alluring about him. Perhaps it was his generous nature or his hearty laugh. Or, maybe, it was how he seemed to know everything about her. It could even be the way he would pull her on his lap and tickle her neck with his soft beard. Whatever it was, she couldn't resist him. As he let himself into her house, he asked, Have you been naughty? Very naughty! she replied. Bend over so I can punish you! he demanded. Yes, Santa! she purred. Now, where should I put this candy cane? *** That look on her face as she enters the bedroom is a perfect picture. That sexy smile hides everything except what she wants to convey, and he lies there watching her peel off her black dress. Wearing only stockings and suspenders, she crawls onto the bed. His throbbing cock experiences the slightest touch from her passing thigh. Eye contact is never lost. That's the important bit. Her breathing, uneasy and sporadic, and she's loving this. Her cunt smothers his face and yet. She face fucks him after every time she cheats. It's her way of bonding, sharing, being his. *** It was her pink dyed hair that I noticed first, then her smile. Then I saw a glimpse of another life, the mark of an over-tightened collar. When she stood from the hot tub, confirmation came, by the crisscrossed marks of a cane on a firm tender rump. As my want grew, she turned, looked at me and licked her lips, closed her eyes, and bowed her head. Later we met, and I tasted her delights. Chained to my bed, she sang in praise of pleasure and pain as her body bore fresh marks of her want. *** No, said Essie's vocal coach, just because you greet me at the door in something skimpy and provocative, you don't get to take control of the lesson. Your parents pay me handsomely to provide you with tuition, and that's what I'm going to do. Feel that in my pants? That'll have you hitting high C and beyond, for most of the session. Now go bend over that piano. I'm going to play a fucking concerto on your hot ass–one that will have you singing like Taylor and Mariah put together. Move it, you little diva. It's showtime. *** Jake slips a finger gently inside Monica's pussy. She gasps quietly Fuckkkkk, so sexily that his cock instantly stands up in his slacks. Her green eyes flutter open and look at him. Her cunt tells her all she wants is more, more of his fingers, more of everything. You like, kitten? Jake whispers in her ear. Monica nods her head slowly, opening her legs wider, when suddenly she sees the waiter out of the corner of her eye. She feels a surge of excitement as he approaches. Monica closes her eyes again and whispers, You order. *** In Pompeii, we look at the Roman mosaics. They are painted across a thousand tiles. They are naked and fucking. He has something of a beer gut, and she has the flab of middle age on her ass. She is in the doggy position, but she looks back, smiling. Perhaps they know that death is coming for their city. They are saying goodbye he says. That night, I feel his cock slip into my pussy from behind. I close my eyes. That nameless woman and I, born two millennia apart, are united in our desires, our nakedness and our humanity. *** Awakened peckish at dawn, I was surprised to crave Tex-Mex food even if I haven't tried it. My Mexican and Texan new roommates heard me muttering to myself in the hallway to the kitchen. We have two burritos left. I presumed they offered. Can I have you? I asininely asked. They raised their eyebrows in confusion. Can I have two? I rectified my greedy self. They switched raising the other eyebrow. I want your burrito. They chorused, Only if we can eat your pink taco. I agreed, contemplating whose burrito to try first: the Texan's, the Mexican's, or both simultaneously. *** The window buzzed like a hornet, thundering with the anger of traffic crossing the overpass that lurked close on the other side. That hotel, dreadful for almost everything, was perfect for us. All we needed was the light from the motorway. And the noise. I stepped over to my open bag. Now, tell me once more why we're here.' Face down on the bed your naked buttocks flinched at my words. They looked twenty years younger than your tear-streaked face. I bullied her, Sir. Incessantly.' You held your silence at the first strike of the leather strap. That wouldn't last. *** Mind if my study partner, Stephanie, comes round?Brian asked his dad. Alec had no problem, especially when he met the sexy bookworm. His son was clearly besotted with the girl, but clueless how to progress from the friend-zone. Encourage and advise his boy-that was Alec's initial intention. But Stephanie was too obviously enamoured with her friend's hot dad, and Alec way too horny following the separation. So, study nights got rescheduled–to when Brian was visiting his mother, and Alec had the house all to himself. He proved quite the educator. And Stephanie's learning was exponential. *** I double-check the email and put on the baby pink ones with white lace trim. I work up a sweat in the gym: exercise bike, running, and the rowing machine. Back home, legs spread, I run the vibe over my pantie-covered clit whilst watching porn. I throw my head back and let the orgasm flow out of me, soaking the flimsy fabric. I take a souvenir picture of my spread legs framing the wet patch on the panties. I slip them off, put them into a ziplock bag, and head to the Post Office. That'll help with this month's rent. *** The summer heat blankets us as my passionate cries pierce the night's silence. My body, slick with sweat and tense with orgasm, collapses onto you. I feel the last pulse of your orgasm deep within as you give one final thrust. The thick summer air carries the scent of our sex. It's as if nothing else exists. The calm after sex is one of my favorite moments. Catching my breath I get reacquainted with my boneless limbs. I am achingly aware of your hard cock still deep inside of me Biting my earlobe, you whisper Again love, fuck me again. *** Watching the World Cup, I did a double take when I saw the substitute goalkeeper. Eight years ago, we slept together in Valencia. He was sporty and looked great naked. I don't doubt I was just one of many girls for him. My boyfriend, on the sofa with me, has no idea that I once rode and sucked that goalkeeper's cock. That he kissed my naked body. That he loved it when I pressed on the skin between his ass and his balls. Ten million people watching around the world. But how many can say they've tasted the goalkeeper's cum? *** She found her brother's girlfriend wiping strands of cum from her face. You know that's an urban myth, about spunk being a cure for acne. She sees the girlfriend is about to cry I'll show you the proper cure. She takes the girl into her bedroom and tells her to lie on the bed. With her skirt hiked up and knickers pulled down, she straddles the girlfriend's face and rides her hard and fast. Once she's orgasmed, she climbs off again. Of course, one application isn't enough so you'll need to call around again tomorrow, yeah? The girl nods eagerly. *** I am Dia Hildea! Mighty Warrior Goddess of the Tri-Tantric Fold! She is Agnes Paterson, mortgage accountant at City Bank. I claim you, my new sexual slave! Worship me! She pounces on my body, bits of gilded plastic costume flying everywhere. Venerate these glorious breasts, thrall! Yes! Suckle hard your avid devotion, but hasten now! My chalice low, nectar-charged, awaits those obedient lips! We met at a conference about housing loans. Pleasure me full measure and I'll belt the Fire Dragon to ravish you! Honestly don't care who she thinks she is. I'm here for that big red fuck toy. *** Mike lay on his side pulling firmly on his wife's sister Gina's erect nipples. She lay facing him, tugging enthusiastically on his engorged cock. Her best friend's husband Geoff was ramming his giant dick into her juicy cunt from behind. Gina screamed uncontrollably as she climaxed convulsively from Geoff's pounding. This was too much for Mike. He squirted a huge load over Gina's gorgeous tits. Did you enjoy watching that, darling? asked Gina. Yes, thanks guys, it was sensational replied her husband Tom, as he ejaculated into Mike's arse with one last vigorous thrust. *** For some it's a uniform, others, a tailored suit. For me, it's a nice watch. They're so fucking sexy. His caught my eye when we met and had my panties soaked in seconds. He's wearing it today. I see it from my position, bent over the arm of the couch, whimpering as a hard cock pounds my wet pussy. Fuck, the man grunts. A final thrust and his seed spills. You've got a deal, Senator. He zips his fly and is gone. Good girl. He taps the watch, Almost time for the next one. We just need four more votes. *** Red Meat and Gun loving Republicans only. No Libs. He rolled his eyes. What, even Tinder was political now? He swiped right. On their date, he politely changed the subject when politics came up. At twelve o'clock, they were an hour into a vigorous session in bed. His bottom was going up and down. Her pussy was wet. Her breasts were jiggling. She was coming. He kissed her neck, then whispered into her ear You know, I actually vote Democrat A moment's silence. So I guess I'm not the only Republican being fucked in the midterms. Polarise me, baby! *** He's close to orgasm, and I'm happy to help him along the way. He's given me one, a great one that made my whole body convulse. He's on his back, excited but vulnerable. I stoop and plant a few kisses on his glans. Then, I bend and wrap his penis with my mouth. He purrs appreciatively. I employ my lips, my tongue, and the back of my throat. After five minutes, he moans, and then.fluid fills my mouth as if a dentist has syringed it there. I swallow. Naked, we hold each other tight. This is intimacy. This is love. *** I was in the bathroom at my Fiance's house. A pair of her little sister's lacy red panties, still entangled in her gym gear, was in the laundry basket. On autopilot, I picked them up and brought them to my nose. My cock was out and in my hand as soon as I inhaled the heady scent. I wrapped them around my cock and came into them. She goes to the gym at her Uni every Thursday afternoon. This is the third Thursday in a row I've called around to visit. I think I'm addicted. *** The grip on his hair changed from commanding to caressing once he was kneeling between open legs. Hours researching: books, diagrams, porn. nothing compared. His cock grew as he leaned in, inhaled. Mouth-watering. Arousal clung to pink folds, seeping from hidden depths as he was lured closer, the scent dizzying, demanding. His tongue snuck out, sliding silkily through warm wetness and her flavour flooded his senses. A moan of appreciation echoed from above as he indulged his curiosity and feasted. Fingers gripped again as she came, shuddering and spilling into his mouth. Dazed, he sat back, evaluated. grinned. Again! *** He went out to do a reefer before their gig and found a poodle-skirt princess standing under the stage door light. Whatcha need, miss? You lost? No. Want y'all to perform for me. You know. just me. Well, now, ain't that something? Come on then, sugar, got plenty of time before we're on. Boys be happy to provide. By the time the stage call light flashed, she'd wrapped her juicy white flesh around five black cocks and swallowed down two encores. Left to dress alone, she smiled. Don't care what daddy and that preacher say, I purely love colored music. *** The hunter was silent. His prey was not. Her breathing was ragged. Deep down she knew what was coming and wanted it desperately. She wanted to feel the majestic brute ravage her. All her life she had secretly longed for a time such as this. But fear was driving her forwards, each step noisier than the last. Her body heaving. She knew he could smell her, both her fear and her leaking pussy. Then it happened. A hand around her neck, forced against the tree. He entered her and ravaged her. He whispered, Hello, darling. What's for tea? *** The acne was getting worse. She dreaded being called crater-face and was willing to try just about anything. Then her boyfriend mentioned something that his sister, the sister with the flawless skin, had apparently told him. She agreed to give it a try. Are you really sure this will make a differenc. Her words were cut off as another blast of cum splashed across her face. She wiped the creamy load from her eyes and saw her boyfriend high-fiving several of his friends as she knelt in the middle of a bukkake fest. *** A mermaid waved to me, then dove off her rock and swam to the ship, smiling. I helped her onto the deck, and the touch of her skin was electric. Touching her tits aroused me beyond my wildest dreams. I gazed into her eyes, then leaned in to kiss her. We both shivered, and things quickly progressed. .except, I couldn't find any place to shove my cock. Undaunted, I flipped her over, figuring we could enjoy oral sex. .but while I was thrilled by her mouth on my dick, she was an unholy disappointment! So I threw her back. *** That large organic zucchini, please. Her eyes rolled as I paid the greengrocer, It's courgette, Miss! Later on, I twisted the vegetable deep, stretching her cunt's slick velvet walls. What's this called, little putain? Fuckkkkkkkkk . Um, courgette, Miss? Rhythmically vegie-fucking my cum-slut's now squelching cunt, had her whimpering with growing neediness and dribbling drool from the corner of her mouth. Need to cum. Please, Miss! You've gotta use the toy's correct name. Merde. Try again, baby. Je t'aime. Me too. Say it! Fuckkkk. Not quite. Zucchini, she shrieked. The monster cum wracking my kitten's cunt gushed over the vegetable. *** I got what you want, girl. The fuck you say. He held up a ticket to tonight's Concert. Normally, I wouldn't piss on Vinnie, but I'm a Swiftie and I had to have that ticket. Whadda ya want? Vinnie and his side boys grinned. All three holes, for me, Marco, and Joey, as many times as we want 'em, right here, right now. And he flicked the ticket. My pulse must have counted fifty, then I unbuttoned my blouse. You're on, I said, snatching the ticket. I just hope the antibiotics have killed off the clap. *** Simone and I are kissing in a corner, partly concealed from the other partygoers. My hand strays under her skirt, finding only a wisp of silk between my fingers and her pussy. I ease the silk aside, probing her with a finger. Simone slips a hand through the fly of my trousers to fondle my erection with gentle fingers. Hey, has anyone seen Logan? calls out my wife Anna. My cock chooses that moment to blow. The orgasm soaks my boxers and trousers in cum. Simone starts laughing hysterically as my face reddens. Anna turns towards me and her sister. *** She knelt before him. I'm sorry, Daddy. I've been a bad girl. I teased the boys in the bar and one of them made me get down on my knees and suck his big, hard cock. Then two of them spit-roasted me and they all used me and called me a three holes fucktoy. I lost my knickers somewhere too and had to walk home with their cum running down my legs. How many times do I have to tell you, you are supposed to start with, Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.' *** He admired her pussy from behind the wetness that was glistening in the low light, the way the lips were slightly parted with arousal and the scent of her. Nestled in between the lips, his eye caught sight of the creamy white bead. He ran his finger over the small sphere of white, and heard her moan. His finger gently pulling on it, he watched as the string of pearls slowly emerged, each bead shiny with her wetness. Slowly each pearl was revealed, and his eyes devoured each delicate movement of her folds, as her pussy released the necklace. *** He was working towards the prize when he cut her away from her pack of friends. They got back to his p!ace and everything was going well. He couldn't believe how quickly they had moved from kissing to naked foreplay. The time was now. The hidden cameras were sending his attempt to the audience. He positioned her in doggy and easily slid into her warm, pink folds. Starting a nice slow rhythm, he reaches up and grasps her hair in one hand. He whispers in her ear, Your sister was tighter! One. Two.. Three. Four. Fi.... Thrown! Better luck next time, cowboy. *** Kiss me. Where? Here and here, please. oh, and then here. Okay. Then pushing aside the bedclothes, you whisper, And here, of course. Oh yes, of course, I reply. Shall I begin? You giggle. I begin. Torrential rain lashes the windows as my lips possess your warm flesh. You suddenly take my hand and place it between your legs. Kiss me here, please. now. Time stands still. I am intoxicated by your fragrance. Afterwards, you roll onto your tummy and take my hand once again. You guide my fingers between your cheeks and say, This afternoon, please kiss me here. *** I don't like that word — obsessed. It's a little harsh, don't you think? I'd rather say,I'm preoccupied.'I mean, what am I supposed to do? Forget the way your wrinkled dickskin grew taut when my palm cradled it? Forget how your tongue bewitched my nipples, spoiled my clit? You're the best goddamn fuck of my life and then leave? His eyes stop watering. He quits trying to scream with my panties puffing his cheeks. His cock still pouts, but restraints encourage him to evolve into acceptance. No. As long as I'm still breathing. you're mine. *** We trade our secret sign coming out from morning prayers. Cows milked, chickens fed, and kitchen work done, we make our excuses and enter the corn, soon lost from watching eyes. She's anxious today, needful. I give my love, tasting her, thrilling at her shaking joy. I rest my cheek in the thick forest of honey-brown curls that grace her sweet flower. What troubles you this day, my darling? What will become of us? she whispers. When we are soon given and wed? We will have each other still, when the stalks are high and the sun shines upon us. *** You're wearing red, aren't you? She nods. Unbuttoning her jeans to show him. You know red and white is my favourite combination. Bill's hand is in his shorts, already wanking his cock. She slides down her jeans and stretches her panties out so he can see her mound and the triangle of stretched cotton. He wanks his cock faster until, with a groan, he spurts three loads of creamy white cum into the crotch of her red panties. She lets the elastic snap back before tugging up her jeans. Gotta get back, John will be wondering where I've got to. *** There's no denying it—opposites attract. Typically, that means a magnetic pull, intense and powerful, drawing them together. Sometimes there's more to it they can complement each other nearly to perfection. Dark and light. Subtle and overt. Malleable, rough leather and smooth, hard metal. Pulpy flesh and sharp teeth. Seasoned, hands-on experience and fledgling eagerness to explore new grounds. Unquenchable hunger and blissful satiety. The strongest, pervasive contractions and the ultimate, most glorious relaxation. Might as well be us, at any given moment just in the blink of an eye, or better yet, the clicking of a curious, lucky camera. *** I can't stop fucking this tight piece of young college ass. Goddammit, I shouldn't be fucking my main man's little sister. But sheeeit. Look at them plump, nubile cheeks up in the air, red and wiggling. That pink, gushy slit sucking off my big, black dick. Phew. And the wild shit she says really be getting me off: Fuck me harder with that big black cack! Her pronouncing it cack, rather than cock makes the shit sound gutter-dwelling nasty. Anyways, enough monologuing Time to bust a fat nut all over her pretty ass face. Peace out, muthafuckas. *** My newly-hired, world-class chef wanted to know my culinary expectations. As a good lady boss, I let him have a food tasting. I want food served in my devourment room, which means anywhere I feel like eating or being eaten. Appetizers must be insanely mouthwatering so, that once it starts, stopping is impossible. My knickers would have been soaked. Main courses must be worthy of a constellation of Michelin stars from the smorgasbord you will serve me, translated to multiple, stellar orgasms. I always start with dessert, so shut up and keep going. Gripping his locks, I moan in his sweet indulgence. *** She doesn't know that I'm standing at her bedside, naked and erect, as she sleeps. It's 2 AM. My wife is asleep in our bedroom, unaware that I am not beside her. I slowly stroke my cock and step closer to my sister in law. Boldly, I allow my dick to nearly touch her lips. As I masturbate, I close my eyes and imagine that I am fucking her. What if she awakens? What if my wife comes looking for me? The excitement of it all is intoxicating. My cock throbs. I want. no, I must come. *** Beep. Hi Jess. I would really appreciate it if you stopped assigning my intern to your department. We need to talk about your continuous disrespect. Please call me back.Beep. You know what? I will. Bitch lets it ring. Classic. Beep.Hi Katie. Thanks for calling. Just informing you that Ben is very happy helping me.'I stroke the handsome face under my desk, happily lapping my clit. And I. oh. am very happy with his work. You need to do a better job retaining talent because I am about to offer him a position.'Doggy?I mouth. *** Her mobile rang, and she tensed, hearing his dominant voice. Stand at the window She moved to the bedroom window. Remove your robe and show me your pussy. Seeking only to obey, she removed her bathrobe, then ran a finger through her moist pussy lips. Standing in the window opposite, he smiled. Are you alone? Yes Master. Husband is working, so I am yours all day Good, I'll be there shortly. I have a new riding crop to try. Get your things ready. She hurried to prepare her toys and harness for him. Soon her pain and pleasure would begin. *** All day, at work, I've thought about this encounter. Nervous but excited. It's like when I know I'm in for a good session in bed. I knock on the door. She's there, dressed as any average teacher would be. She waves me through. Right, six of the best will straighten you out. Get those panties down. I lower my knickers. Now, bend over and touch your toes. I feel the breeze across my bare buttocks as I stretch down. Swish - crack! Swish - crack! Swish - crack! I gasp at the pain, but. I've never wanted a dick more. *** Elbows on the rough stone, castle towering behind me, I gaze out from the cliff-top rampart into the blustery wind, the pounding waves. The noise is immense, overpowering - creating my own world of sensation. Feeling you behind me, your chin on my head, your arms around me, melting into your warmth at my back. Your hand slips beneath my waistband, questing under denim, under lace. Skimming my hard, swollen clit, your fingers bury themselves inside me. Closing my eyes, I lose myself in you. Voices. The spell is broken. I turn and walk back down the cliff path, alone. *** Sunlight seeps beneath the curtain as Alice dresses. Moving to the bed, she turns back the gingham blanket covering her suppliant's naked body. Squeezing out some aloe gel, she carefully dresses the cuff marks circling the thin wrists. With tender touches, she applies more to the swollen purple nipples floating on snow-white breasts. When soft mews answer her ministrations, she steps away. Three orgasms. not bad for the first time. Virgin anal. That was such a pleasant surprise. After carefully checking her canvas bag, Alice leaves, heading down the stairs to catch the morning's first bus home. Cats to feed. *** Bwuhbrurburuhbrururuh. I can barely hear the sounds coming from between my breasts, over the pounding of my heart. Coming down from the orgasm you just gave me, as I catch my breath, I realize that you are motor boating against my chest. I rub my hands over your head, pull you tighter, and whisper, Yes, my darling, you left me breathless again, always the gentleman! I kiss down your abdomen. I take you in my hand, look you in the eyes, and glide my tongue over you. Ladies first, earns gentleman's choice. Tell me how'd you like to cum? *** The rooms are bare now and echo. I am moving. I've lived here since childhood, as a daughter, wife, and widow. I had my first orgasm here and my biggest best orgasm there, after the 1998 world cup final. If you look closely at one wall in the living room, there's a dim handprint. It's mine. I was bracing myself against the wall as my then-boyfriend fucked me hard from behind. I've watched eight men undress here and used hundreds of condoms. In the silence, I visualise their shades disrobing again. The bed has been disassembled and packed away. *** Him: My throbbing manhood lustfully parts your creamy, slick, wet, petal like folds, and I gradually slide inside you. I've waited so long for this moment, and now it's here, all I want to do is impale you on my rigid tool. Tell me how much you want me, how wet you are for me. Me: I think petal-like should be hyphenated. *** His pecs were bouncing, flinging sweat like a spitting rain. Ride that dick, dawg, the Gym Rat moaned, hands on the other man's abundant thighs. Say you love chub-booty, I love chub-booty! I love chub-booty! he chanted, in time with the slap of skin and the creak of the bedspring. His toes curled so tight the knuckles cracked as everything in him clenched. Sweat glistened on chubby pecs. Mmm, yeah, that's the way to love chub-booty. I feel that heavy load floodin. me. Damn you got me all wet! The Gym Rat chuckled weakly. Yeah, you wrung me out *** Smirking, we snuck into her house, her parents watching TV. Smiling, putting fingers to our lips, we tiptoed to her room and silently shut the door. Pressing me against the wall, she unbuttoned my jeans. Skirt lifted, I thrust deep, filling her completely. Why can't ghosts have babies? She giggle-moaned. Why? I panted, raising the fucking tempo. Because they have Hallow Weenies. Giggles became laughs. Shhhhh, bite me! I offered my hand. Her orgasm building, her laughter turned to screams. They're going to hear. You are so loud, bite me! One orgasm apiece, plus six stitches in hand for me. *** My plaything howls. A dewy droplet oozes from her bare pussy streaked with belt marks. She snarls, writhing on the bed, straining bonds holding her spread-eagle. I lash her again. Promiscuous slut! She arches. Wails. Slumps. Drips. Her fiery gaze locks with mine, chest heaving. Yesss! Cast the devil from my cunt. Selected specifically from the congregation, I offered my neighbour penitence for her adulterous confessions. Salvation. My zippered cock swells, eager to perform God's work. Nearly there. I release the leash restraining my naked, kneeling wife alongside me. She crawls ahead between supple thighs and feasts. Our plaything howls. *** You said I could. She nodded reluctantly. I slid my cock into her mouth, then pulled it out and kissed her. She kissed me back. I crawled between her legs and slid my cock deep inside her pussy. Make me taste it, she begged. I pulled out, crawled up next to her and stuck my cock in her mouth. She moaned. I moved into a 69 and pushed her legs way back. I put my tongue on her clit, then slid it down into her pussy. Please! she begged. I shoved my tongue up her ass and she came instantly. *** She lay naked on the bed. You agreed, I said. She nodded and frowned. I took my fingers out of her pussy and rubbed her nipples. I licked them, then moved to kiss her. She shook her head. I held her face and kissed her anyway. She grunted, turned away, then licked her lips. I shoved my fingers back inside. She bucked her hips. When she was ready, I pulled my fingers out and rubbed her clit. She started to cum. I shoved my pussy-soaked fingers into her mouth. We sucked them together and she came in a whole-body climax. *** I'm going to kiss you now, if that's okay. Depends. On.? What's next. Slipping out for a morning pee, I recover the garish inked menagerie covering her naked body with the crumple bed sheet, letting them sleep a little longer. I'm sitting my place, nearly finished, when she comes in. Stride unbroken, she straddles my legs and sits. Locking eyes, smirking, she snuggles lower down and floods my clitty cup with steaming liquid gold. Heaven's torrent spent, she stands, pulling my face forward, legs spread wide. Think you should call in today, babe. Been sick a lot since then. *** She was naked, on her knees. You agreed, I said. You wanted to know. She nodded. I lubed the fingers of my left hand and spread my legs so my hips were level with her face. I reached behind me and slid two fingers up my ass. She nodded. I tasted my pre-cum. She moaned. I fingered my ass hard and stroked my cock faster and faster. She licked her lips. I came all over her face, on her lips, in her open mouth. When I kissed her cum-covered lips, she shuddered and came. Hard. *** I am sixty-eight years old. It is my second wedding night. I have not made love for decades. I lie on my back, naked. Trembling with anticipation. I watch my second husband undress. I saw him undress fifty years ago. He was my first, and now he will be my last. To my eyes, he is not the stiff, balding old man who climbs into bed with me. He's still the young charmer with the brilliantined hair. I hope I am still eighteen in his eyes too. His touch is expert. The years melt away. True love, at last. *** Down on her knees, he smiles at her. Her glossy cherry red lips, suck the tip of his manhood. Relaxing her throat, her lips devour his cock. Bobbing up and down, the lipstick streaks all around his cock. He looks down at his wanton slut. Gripping her hair tight. She moans, he grunts. She looks up, as he shoots his hot, sticky cum. She tightens her red lips around him. He feeds her his warm cum. She takes it all, in her hot little mouth. Getting up she sits on his lap. Sharing his cum with him, as they kiss. *** We're on this journey together, knowing where it leads. I was clear about our destination from the outset. Our eyes meet in the mirror. I spread my legs for him, and slide one hand up my stockinged thigh. Teasing. His grin dares me - more. My skirt rides higher. Fingers pushing aside my soaked panties, I give us what we both want. This is not a moment for slow . so close. End in sight. Fingers moving faster, gasping, tensing, releasing. I'm where I need to be. Perfect timing. That's £8.50, love. I pay contactless and exit the cab. *** Right here. Right now. I tire of your taunting, brat. Teasing me in your short skirt, your knee-high boots. Those soft thighs flaunting your pantiless crotch. Your pussy glistening in the dank bar. Dropping to my knees and taking what is mine. Your every sound pushing me. desire coursing through me. Knees lifting. Spreading. Body shuddering. Moans and breathing reaching a crescendo. Your hands clutching my head as I drink greedily of your offering. Wiping my beard to the uncomfortable silence of the scant patrons. We down our drinks before exiting to go home to finish what your thighs started. *** A conversation overheard: So, how's that lazy daughter of yours? Patricia's much better. She's living with some guy, master chef, and he's training her to keep a good house and her man happy. Oh, yeah? Yeah, she said he's really cracking the whip he's got her slaving away, down on her knees a lot. Well, good for Pat. Yeah, but he must not be very bright. Oh? What makes you say that? He bought her a choker necklace and spelled her name Pet instead of Pat. Oh? Well, as long as she's happy, that's all that matters. *** Did you know that, in the old days, indecent exposure was a capital crime? Really? Yes. My great-uncle was hung for it. And very well hung he was too! Ha ha! Speaking of well-hung, Raul has quite the bulge in his trousers, you know. I never fail to notice it. I stored away this information. Two weeks later, Raul closed the bedroom door behind us. My mouth fell as his pants did. I did not know a human penis could grow that large. Oh well. Good training for when my first child slides out of there, I guess. *** An African Rosewood tree was felled and gave part of its heart for the thing I hold in my hand. Its handle fits comfortably in my closed fist. The head is oval, roughly four inches by three and a half inch thick. The surfaces are finished and smooth as glass. It feels heavy for its size all the better for its intended use. It has never been used on anyone else but you. It's function is to bruise your sit-spots so that you remember your punishment for a week or longer. Now, come here. *** She stood naked as he kissed her neck. She felt the heat creeping into her face. Her legs spread around his, pinned against the door. Look at me, he admonished. Don't cum until I say. She dared not break his gaze. His hand hovered over her mound, his mouth poised to take her own. Every time he exhaled, her own shallow breath became ragged. She begged for release.the heat from his hand inched closer to her dripping center. Her body was wracked with desire, as he said what she desperately needed to hear: You can cum now. *** I walk in the woods. Save the noises of wildlife, there is no sound. There are no people. Leaving the trail, I enter a copse of trees. It is not perfect cover, but might buy time if someone comes. They will hopefully think I am relieving myself. Which, in a sense, I am. I unzip and pull out my engorged penis. It responds eagerly to my touch. My body quivers. Seed spills against a tree trunk. I wipe the tip of my cock with a finger and lap cum from my fingertip. Zipping up, I walk away smiling. *** Write me a story, he said. In my inbox. Double-spaced, correctly punctuated. in paragraph form. Or I'll be so busy writing my own story, I'll not call you. There'll be no teasing, no playing, no edging, and no cumming. No time to tell you to get your toy. To slide it up and down your wet slit. To turn it on and press it down on your clit until you're about to explode, then thrust it into your soaking pussy and fuck yourself like you want me to fuck you. Write me a story, he said. So I did. *** Answer the question, he chides me. His hand inches up my thigh, gliding over the black silk of my stocking.lace.skin. I grip the wooden surface in front of me as he teases. It takes all my willpower not to shift on the leather beneath me, not to open my thighs further for him, not to push onto his fingers, not to moan my desperation for more. Delicately, he strokes, opening me to him, until he finds that tiny nub, sending electricity to my core. I blink at the man who is waiting for my answer. I'll have the soup, please. *** The car pulls up and the window goes down, the jewel-covered fingers beckoning me over. I lean in to see the short skirt up high, her smooth, shapely thighs exposed, and the sundress giving a glimpse of cleavage along with the bare shoulders. Her voice is deep and sultry, her eyes bright, and her smile coy as she asks for directions. I reply with a smile, my eyes feasting on her alluring beauty, and she enjoys the attention. She thanks me with a touch on the forearm and an appreciative smile, then drives away. A moment of titillation. *** Sneakers are for a walk in the park, honey. Your hand holds mine. Short-heeled black pumps are all business, lover. Better stay outta my way. Bare feet mean I'm in a playful mood, sweetie. Couch cuddling is nice. But, when I don my stilettos, I want to get dirty. You best take notice! Choke me with your thick cock. Gobble my plump nipples. Spank my naughty ass. Bend me over something, anything, and fuck my drooling twat til I can't walk. The sex doesn't stop until my stilettos come off. Oh, and baby, I'm hunting for them now. *** The young couple had booked a guided tour of a savanna zoo. They boarded the open-sided modified truck. Overbooked by one, she sat on his lap. Her mini skirt only just covered her pantieless butt, and, his open zipper. He was ready for her and slipped inside as she sat down. The rough, undulating track the vehicle took, catered for the rest. Bouncing up and down as they went, sent tingles through them both. They were both getting close. How to hide it from the rest? Ohh, WOW, she screamed, pointing toward the rhino, as they reached their peak. *** Close your eyes, I tell him. He stands ten yards away. He is shirtless. A nervous college virgin. I watch him tense as he feels me approach, blind. I reach for his button and undo it, then unzip his fly. He realises what I'm doing and is hard at once. With his penis out, I kneel. I lick his trembling glans, then my mouth forms an O. My tongue has a roommate. They get on well, embracing at once. I suck his cock and fondle his balls in my hand. Five minutes later, he ejaculates hard, gasping. He's mine. *** She mustn't. They are his, her orgasms. But her hand creeps lower anyway. Insatiable. Caressing, skimming over smooth skin. Over silky hair. Over slick petals. Flicking her pearl nub. One eye on the door, she dares further. Fingers slipping through her soaking channel. Sliding inside.one, then two. Teasing, tormenting. Smaller and slimmer than his. Delicate, but purposeful. Her middle digit finds that tiny rough spot. Pressing, rubbing, stimulating, exciting. Eyes drift shut. Giving herself over to building pressure, biting her lip in a vain effort at self-control. Sound and motion alerts her. She will be punished. She smiles. *** The young woman, in great haste, runs for the train. The young man, in greater haste, bumps into the young woman. The contents of her bag spills out. Stopping to assist, their eyes meet. He winks and smiles. She leans forward and they kiss. Missing their train, temperatures rise. She unzips him. He lifts her skirt. She strokes his manhood. He finds her bud. Tensions surge, moans abound. He spins her round, enters from behind. Quickly pumping, seed flows as pure ecstasy found. The pinnacle of orgasm reached. Breathing eases. Clothes neatened. Thanking each other they continue to their train. *** Saturday morning, six a.m. at the hardware store. Celine was getting my new bathroom vanity from the back. She was attractive and looked to be in her forties. The look we shared when I walked up was magnetic. I saw her struggling to pull the cart my way. Can I help?! Yes, please. The only space was directly behind her. As I reached to help her pull, my erection rubbed her firm ass. Yesss! Grabbing my hand, she pulled me into a dark corner, bent over, and lowered her shorts. Pleassseee! My bare cock eased into her, and we sighed. *** The moment was a long time coming. You patiently waited there for me dressed only with a smile. I felt it, the storm within you behind those eyes. My hand found your forearm. I watched you exhale as my hand slid down to your hand, fingers interlacing. Pulling you into my embrace, I share my reassuring warmth as your soft breasts pressed against my starched shirt. Kissing your forehead I felt your heart race against my chest. My hands find the supple skin of your back. Stroking you softly at the small of your back, I softly whisper, You're safe. *** When I was a girl, my uncle gave me a book called Boy, by Roald Dahl. This is what school was like in my day! he said. I doubt he intended Boy to have the effect it did. Reread it aged twenty. Dahl's memories of school canings.interested me. I tried self-spanking. Not enough. I went to a dom. Bend over! The magic words. Presenting my bare backside? Hot, trust me. Owww! My first stroke. Swish..crack! Ahhhh! Six hard strokes hurt more than you think. My thrashed bottom was in pain, but I was two tickles from orgasm. Hooked. *** My big plastic dildo plunging in and out of my sopping hole while the fingers of my other hand strum my clit have me writhing. I hear the moans coming out of my own mouth. I can almost see it coming just a second before it hits me like a freight train. Every muscle in my body tightens up and I can feel my greedy pussy grab onto the dildo like a fist. The tightness morphs seamlessly into convulsions that shake me for an eternity before letting me go. I fall back into the pillows and just breathe. *** College student Lia had ordered the pillory with paddle attached to make a spanking machine, connected it to a computer controlling the power and duration of the discipline, camera recording everything. Lia stripped naked, set the paddles power at maximum and duration at unlimited, then turned on the camera. Leaving the pillory propped open Lia put her hands and head into position to indulge her spanking fantasy. Lia cried out as the first spank was much too hard, shaking the pillory so it shut and locked the naughty girl in place. Her roommate wouldn't be home for another day. *** Juan's favourite memory of his one night with Joana was not coming, or even her vocal orgasm. It was the moment when she reached down and pulled her shirt up to expose her belly. That was his invitation. Seeing that white tummy, his autopilot kicked in. There were curtains to close. A condom to find. A neck to kiss and a vagina to explore with his tongue. How she writhed! He saw her naked breasts, buttocks, hips and thighs. He tasted her. But nothing stayed in his memory like the moment she showed him her navel to saylet's go!' *** Knock, knock. Hello? I might be wrong, but I think you were spying on me from your window. Er. Enjoying the view, were you? Erm. Get a good gawp at my bare tits? I didn't know what to say. Did you like seeing my naked pussy on display? Oh God, yes! Watching her, I had felt my excitement growing. There's a name for people like you. I felt shame wash over me. She held out her hand. Can I come in, then? It's fucking cold out here, and I'm not wearing anything underneath this. I'm Annie, by the way. Helen. *** I search for her, my ginger temptress with the pale skin, and find her amongst a group of young men. She watches me approach, apprehension in her eyes, and ceases her flirting. I step close and run my hand through her hair, a gentle caress for all to see, and I whisper. Time to go. Her head shakes no, a small act of defiance, and her lower lip trembles as she awaits my response. Without a word I clip the leather leash to her collar, the click of the hasp audible, and her smile returns. Yes, Master. *** A form that hinted at humanity appeared before her bed. a man's body, yet. otherly. Mr. Sandman? Tis I. Bring me a lovely dream? To good girls, yes, but you. well. He blew gold dust into her eyes, and she slumbered. ◇◇◇ A Master spanked her ass crimson before tossing her to someone darker. whose forked tongue encircled her nipple like a noose. thick fingers ravaged and stretched her holes. torturously edged her—for him—the Sandman. who lubricated his monstrous cock in her mouth before burrowing and wrecking her ass while thumbing her clit until. her screams of ecstasy woke her. *** My lover and I naked in our bed, surrendering ourselves to each other's amorous advances, as our bodies intertwine tightly with each other. Penetrating you deeply with my manhood, gently kissing, teasing, and biting your nipples Whispered expressions of love make you shudder under me with a mini orgasm. Feelings so erotic and sensual, my manhood throbbing deep inside you, our bodies locked passionately together as you pull me even deeper inside you, your pussy devouring me. Pleasuring each other constantly in lots of sensual ways, resting briefly before resuming our lovemaking, a flood of orgasms washing over us both. *** So sweaty, slippery, feverish—Jimmy was slip-sliding away, far out, away, I soo wanted him to stay in me. He grew another penis, a much longer one that coiled warmly inside. As he fucked me very well with the new twisty dick, HUH-nuh, HUH-nuh, HUH-nuh, his first wound itself around my waist like an eely, oily sheet, three yards long. He slithered heavily onto my chest, squirmed a third up my butt, a fourth around my neck. After a mucousy kiss, I drooled around dick five. Six, seven, eight. Hon? Hon? Hon? More cough medicine? Betters not. *** No words, signs or glances, nor sharp intakes of breath. No fanfares, fireworks, or gymnastics displays, yet my time had come. My hands needed no bonds, my flesh no wounds, only my meek and tearful acceptance. But my soul knew, my heart knew, and shockingly, my womb knew too, and her message always spreads quickly, so before long, a riot had broken out. Now my sex was wide awake, and that part of ourselves that none of us understands soared up from the depths and took control. So. how did all this start? She's only fucking accepted my Friend request! *** While the office jerk invaded her asshole, she thought of her gentle, loving hubby – the first man who truly cared about her personality. All the preceding bad boys cared about was her ass. And it was a great fucking ass. Guilt brimmed at her eyelids, but joy spilled over her cheeks as the office jerk pummeled her prodigious buttocks. Fucking take it, her husband would never growl. Cum in my fucking ass! she never shouted at him. Substantial spunk overfilled her jubilant rump but stirred her sobbing conscience. I really don't deserve him. *** Two women, one a blond, one brunette, strode on long legs towards me. As a certified Dirty Old Man, I ogled the charms displayed by thigh-high denim shorts and low-cut tops. Blondie's hands and eyes drifted to her tits to see if she was displaying too much, then lowered and tugged at her shorts. Why are you dressed that way if you did not want men to look? Her mate looked at that dance, shrugged her shoulders, smiled, and gave me a wink. I immediately knew which one I would chat with as we entered the bar. I like confidence. *** I'll protect you. Do what's best for you. What do you need from me? Obedience. His promises buckled my knees, and I fell into submission. Master told me to strip. My inhibitions fell with each piece of clothing. He reached deep inside my pussy and my soul, freed my inner cravings, stretched my limits, spanked away harmful behaviors. I swallowed his cum in rapture. night after night. Then he took me for granted, smothering his promises. He forgot I was the root of his power. I left him on his knees — his cock in one hand — my collar in the other. *** Danny came out of the kitchen to find Maddie bent over in the hallway, her hands pressed against the wall, as one of the party guests fucked her from behind. I'm cumming, babe! he moaned as he filled her with his creamy mess. As the man tucked his wilting dick back into his trousers, Maddie saw Danny watching. Stop standing there like a twat and come and clean me up, she ordered. Danny knelt down and spread open his wife's pussy lips. As the first dribble of cum oozed onto his tongue, he knew he had found his rightful place. *** No matter how much she hopped, skipped and wriggled, her booty shook, jiggled and dimpled. Every goddamn time, she complained. Half of the female population would kill to have all that, I replied. They'd never understand the struggle of this half. She squirmed, shimmied and jumped, but her jeans wouldn't climb over her rump. Fucking hate this. She stood in defeat, her jeans further creasing her backside's underside. I strolled and dropped before it. Maybe you should just stay inside for now. My tongue swiped her crack. Fuck, she moaned and then smirked. Okay, I only hate it sometimes. *** Her soft toes gently massaged his thick shaft. Ten delicate digits, nails blood-red, cocooned and manipulated him, forcing anguished moans of desire. She giggled softly, an expression of cheeky delight on her impish face. Slyly, delicately, she manoeuvred to caress his sensitive, vulnerable sac. Her green eyes laughed, as he gasped desperately for air. Returning to his throbbing, thickly veined member, her feet pumped with firm, long strokes. Balls tightening, he erupted, thick ropes of cum shooting skyward, before descending to coat her sensual feet. With a mischievous grin, she proffered a sticky, scarlet delicacy to his breathless lips. Suck! *** Hands cuffed behind. Blindfolded. On my knees, which is new. Intriguing. A push and my face is on the floor. Cold concrete. Warm hands gripping my cock, soft kisses down my back. Gentleness this time? Tenderness? Good. Slow-moving, up and down, painfully slow. Suddenly the hands are gone. Painfully gone. One hand on my hip. And then something hard, wet, slippery against my asshole. Searching. Poking. No. Pineapple, I say. Both hands grabbing my hips. Strawberries. Shit, I forgot. Pushing, forcing. Insisting. Banana! Asparagus? One long thrust. All the way. Out. In. Out. In. Cinnamon, she whispers, but I knew. *** One day a policewoman pulled me over for speeding and dealt with me to the full extent of the law. As a prosecutor, she requested that I eat her pussy till cows cum home. For female jurors, she took turns sucking my cock. For each male juror, I was obligated to fuck her in a different position. As a judge, she sat on my face and rode my tongue. As an executioner, she was cumming into my mouth for every guilty verdict passed until no guilt was left unpunished. Fully released, I am now a corrected, erected stand-up dude. *** I pulled into the bar's lot turning towards the empty spaces. As I turned into the first, my headlights illuminated a couple tucked away between the cars. I slowed to gawk and select a space. The female half was on her knees, her short skirt pulled to her ass and her pillowy boobs hung over her blouse. He was turned away from me, exposing only his bare ass slowly rocking in rhythm. Shortly, the woman opened the passenger door and kissed me with cummy lips. Take me home. I need to be fucked. Smiling, I put my car in reverse. *** I love my wife, and we still fuck. So, why am I tempted? It started with a lingering look between us. Playful words with sexual undertones followed. touches excused as accidents. I knew I was running with scissors but wouldn't douse the embers. Now, she sits in the chair, her legs splaying. I'm yours. if you want me. Will her lipstick stain me? Does she like her nipples bitten? How tight is her pussy? Will she like my thumb in her ass? How many screamstill she cums? Curiosity slides my hand up her thigh. Just one touch. *** She knelt on the pedestal motionless, her eyes closed, listening dispassionately as the audience discussed her naked elegance. Every week club members offered up their wives as prizes, and she was lot number six, the star prize. The winning bidder would claim her for his sex slave all evening, to use for whatever wanton erotic pleasure he desired. The auction over, she is taken to the Bondage room, her pussy moistening and her nipples pert in eager anticipation of what her lucky buyer has planned for her tonight. However kinky or erotic, she can't wait to find out ! *** One day in the subway a woman grabbed my dick. Well, a little rubbing in a crowded car is not so bad. This woman though did it six ways from Sunday. She unzipped my fly, reached into my boxers, traced my balls and squeezed my shaft. Way too personal. Naturally, I pulled up her skirt with one hand and slid another hand inside her panties. Her pussy was hairy and moist, but I stopped myself from fingering her. Because I have higher morals, I just left my palm rest in there. As a person, I am way better than her. *** Why do you have such a big tail? That's not a tail. What is it? It's my secret. What do you do with it? It's a secret, I hide it. Why do they call you Little Red Riding Hood? What do you ride? Nothing really. Wait! What are you doing?! I just found where to hide my secret. Oh! Let me hide it and I'll let you ride my tail. You said it's not a tail, grandma. Ride it and you can call it anything you want, you can even call me a grandma. Ohhh! *** The coffee cooled while we sat quietly at the table. We can't do that again, she stated. Did you enjoy it? Yes. That's the problem. Was it fun and exciting? Yes. Is that a bad thing? Well, no.. but it's not what we should be doing. Why not? It's not good for our marriage. Why not? We both enjoyed it. I enjoyed it. Did you really? Yes. We should do it again. She sighed, smirked, and nodded. All right, I'll fuck your friends again. Good. They're coming for lunch. *** Waking up - our bedroom full of the sweet smell of sexual play. My nostrils full of your pussy perfume, my mouth tasting of your juices. You lie asleep naked beside me, a sexy smile flickering across your lips. As I silently admire your beautiful body, I trail my fingernails gently over your inner thighs, and your eyes flicker open as you awake from your slumber. I lean over and as our lips meet in a sensual kiss, you slowly run your hand along my cock, gently whispering, Breakfast in bed darling? *** Trolley pushing with Stella squeaking wheels and crash, bang, wallops her urchin brood running riot. No cash and very little credit. It's a buy one, secrete one operation, with the offspring-from-hell as diversionary tactics. Hubby is hung like a horse and not shy about stuffing her fuck-holes with man-meat and sperm cream. After four kids, she's well stretched out. Buy one, secrete one. Buy one, secrete one. She's got enough root vegetables to feed a family of six. I'm making pavlova raspberries and meringues. Every time the security guard looks my way, I cream my knickers. I'm an Eton Mess. *** She's all sorts of nasty tonight, washing my face with her cunt. Suck my clit, bitch! Harder! Eat me! She shoves me away, taking hands and knees. Now gimme that big black strappy! Fuck me, whore! I pound madly, bringing her off with a shriek. More, want it all! Lube it up, fuck my ass! I slam home and she cums so hard I nearly topple. Think it worked this time? she husks out. Pretty sure, I answer, pulling back the patio window curtain so she can see the three thick ropes of her husband's spunk snaking down the glass. *** Why? His scowl expressive in its anger and frustration, as he gesticulates at the newly acquiredLelo Luxury Smart Wand Large Rechargeable Vibratorthat is tentatively exploring the smooth, swollen, flesh of my vulva. I'm economising, I counter, as my puffy petals bloom beneath its touch revealing the slippery pink channel of my desire. It's rechargeable, and. Fluid vibrations flutter through my aroused nub shooting shock waves of pleasure to thrum within my sex. Batteries. Bottom rising, pushing upwards against its silicon skin, muscles clenching, thighs and stomach quivering in lust. Expensive Gasping as exquisite, economically justified, delerium consumes me. *** The presentation went poorly, and his anxiety left him shaking. Get some fresh air, his boss said. He agreed. He drove around when the slim redhead in the skimpy pink dress seen during his earlier commute caused him to stop and ask her: Are you a. Yes. I had a terrible meeting and. Ninety bucks. He nodded she entered the car, and he, her orifices. She gobbled, rode, and swallowed until he yelled. Th-thank you. I'm so ashamed. Don't be. She exited. Next bad meeting, you know where to find me. Like his seed and anxiety, he disappeared. *** Ready for Rashascreams the social media hype. I am ready splayed like a sacrificial virgin in my boudoir, thighs flung wide, buttocks clenched and raised as my insistent fingers massage my obsequious clit and my cunt weeps tears of liquid rapture. I'm ready Rasha. Ready for your floppy, mop-top to trail across my stomach as you tease my soaking snatch with your Etonian diction untruths fluttering against my feverish flesh. Talk dirty to me, Rasha. Gaslight me as you ram your double-digit inflation cock into my slathering slit. Fuck me, Rasha. Promising me pleasure as you pillage my prosperity. *** I'm getting wood, he announces. My eyes flick south. Tongue traverses in a half moon caress across my bottom lip as my fingers flutter amongst fabric confines to release his nascent bulge. The weight of his swollen shaft presses against my mount of venus as my cuticles wriggle their way to cup his engorged, pulsing plums. Hair tickles beneath my touch, the sweated heat of confinement coating my skin, lust and need and want and desire all responsive to my finger's insistent demands. Yesss, I agree. Yes, you are. Gas has got so expensive, I'm getting wood, he repeats. *** Lying back, naked, Linda considers her lover's efforts. Why are some men so poor at cunnilingus? His head has been down there for ten minutes. Tongue near the front, fingers beyond my slit. Searching vainly among my soaked petals, he flicks triumphantly at finding each hole. Believes himself to be a genius! But always he's missing my passion points. Give him a hint? No, I want to come naturally. Oh, but wait. Yes, yes, there, just that spot. Stay there, tongue, flutter and make me squirm, lift me hi-i-i-igh! Now, at last, my cunt can heave with vigour around his solid prick. *** Money is an artificial construct, she said her Coutts Card carrying, diamond sparkling, fingers dancing their way up the inside of my naked and exposed thighs. It separates the haves from the have-nots. Keeps the rich rich and leaves the poor to sell the only thing they truly own their bodies. Slaves to the capitalist system. Proferred as playthings. Your oozing desperation impaled, ravaged and pillaged for their bettersdelight. On my barstool, oozing impaled, ravaged and pillaged in my needy poverty atop her fingers I whimper hopefully. Might the artificial construct buy me another pink gin and lemonade. *** His fingers tease expertly at my neck's nape. Fixing me in position, urging me onwards as, head in his lap, I suckle hungrily on the expanding popsicle nestling in my mouth. My tongue swirls about his thick-veined muscle foreskin withdrawn, smooth dome pressing insistently. I gurgle and splutter dribble flecks decorating my wide pulled lips. His fingers tighten their controlling grip, guiding my bobbing head for his delight. I feel his surging tension, absorb his sharp intake of breath and await his explosion. I've cancelled the TV subscriptions. I cry salty tears as his brackish essence deluges my throat. *** Kissing firmly, lipstick smeared, her shirt flies up, revealing buoyant breasts with tangerine tips. Two tongues descending, licking a glistening sheen along her bumpy flesh, nipples responding, perking upward. Her grin grows as fingers twist, tweak and tug, nipples throbbing. Her panties fall to her knees. Fingers frolicking, clumsily finding two eager holes, one dripping. Both cocks rise, plunging in fully, her body lifting momentarily, then bottoming below. Rhythmic upthrusts matching with sliding downstrokes send her senses aloft, elevating, and climbing. Cresting, climaxing, all three tumble down. Who knew a trampoline threesome could be so much fun? *** Hands on knees. Take a deep breath, savor her delectable aroma. Hands glide over smooth skin. Drawn to her flower, fingers parting swollen lips. She shivers at the warm breath. The tongue darts in and out, gently licking between the folds. Hungry for each delicious drop of juice. Moans fill the room as my finger strums her clit. Lips replace fingers, pulling softly as the tongue dances over the button. As my finger reaches the spot, she rises up on her elbows. She cups her breasts, arching her back. Each tremor intensifies until the tsunami shakes her to her core. *** Her lips engulf the length of my dick. She sucks, and I can practically feel my balls getting drained. I grip her hair and control her bobbing head as she presses her mouth against the throbbing shaft. Her hand massages the balls as she licks the bulbous head. With a single tug, her mouth touches the base and I feel her gag. Her mouth slides off she licks and sucks the swollen balls. She takes my dick down her throat. I grip her head and deliver three hard thrusts. As I call her name, my balls empty into her mouth. *** I can feel you behind me. Almost caught up with me. I dodge you. I know what will happen when you catch me. You love the chase. I know I'm your bait. You want me, you're my beast. Eager for a taste of me. Will I fight you? Or let you sink your teeth in me? I can feel my wetness while I run, my body betraying me. God, you would eat me up. I just know it. You would make me into a mess. You would fuck me rough. I turn around and stop. Come get me. *** Paper pile, all red and final, urges me to call this number now. She's breathy. I'm breathier. Credit extension? I beg in my best whimper. You'll have to wear more clothes, she unflinchingly retorts. I'm sure you'd prefer me in less, I flirt hopelessly and hopefully by reply. Less than what? she enquires. Pearl's, I moan. A pearl thong. Pulled tight. Parting my petal lips. Slick with my essence. Smooth beneath my fingertips. Hard and insistent across the blood-swollen, throbbing nub of my clit. Three months, she says, I'll phone daily to check your progress. Please do, I gush. *** The pitstop has a country dustbowl ascetic as I pull over, my needle as red as my bank balance. Skirt hiked, buttons untethered, nipples evident atop my swelling bosom all offered as negotiation beneath my inviting smile. With my best lost little girl voice I enquire about what arrangement might be made as my finger twirls playful amongst trimmed and coiffed auburn strands. He offers to deposit 10 litres in my tank if I'll let him splash his milky kindness in my personal repository. I counter with hand pumping his hose. We settle on slurping crude juice from his nozzle. *** And lastly, this is for spilling my tea, scolded her British lover, poising his hand above her ass. Spank! Kentucky Kimmi's bottom blushed from the actions of her forefathers, then he flipped her over. Cold steel stripped her freedom to move. The blindfold and ball gag stripped her of other freedoms. Americansfireworks may provide an initial bang, but it dissipates into an impotent fizzle, he whispered as his cock peeked inside her pussy. While the British can give you powerful explosions all. night. long. Still want your day of independence? Kimmi responded by denting his ass with her stilettos. *** Keep going baby, keep going, said the woman as she rid her boyfriend. You like that baby? Huh? You like it? The woman's roommate strokes his cock as he watches through a crack in the door. Oh my God, baby I'm gonna cum, Ohhh. OHHH, the woman yelled out in surprise. What the fuck man?! Get the fuck out of here! No no. let him stay please. let him.. Oh my God baby he's in my ass. Keep going please both of you! the exhilarated woman cried out. *** Oh yes, that's a beautiful colour, said the girl behind the market stall. Our eyes met. I had picked up a length of blood-red silk ribbon. It would look lovely against your pale skin, she said. And she was right. Later, as I knelt among the long grass, the girl bound my wrists in that blood-red silk. She was so gentle. It hurt, of course. how could it not, but her torments were acts of kindness. She smiled into my half-closed eyes as I lay sprawled on that expanse of flattened grass. Which colour will you choose tomorrow, Suzy? *** You can go deeper if you want. Without answering, I pressed her more firmly against the top of my desk, scattering files and documents, my hand between her shoulder blades. As the ebony rod slid deeper inside her, she groaned, and a gasp of satisfaction escaped her lips. Deeper still. I sensed that it was enough and began to withdraw the rod, but very slowly. As the rod's ridges and nodules passed through her anus, the tight little ring flickered beautifully. The girl's murmurings were incoherent. I thrust again, and her climax came. You are hired. start Monday, I said. *** The pair was dancing the slow dance. Their amorous feelings were getting stronger, and they kissed as they danced. The music stopped. They were so into their kiss that they didn't notice. They stood there alone mid-floor while the rest of the room looked on as they continued kissing with a strong passion. She heard the rasping of a throat being cleared. She knew her father's sound very well, broke off the kiss, and her cheeks turned hot and red. So embarrassed, she took her partner by the hand and ran off the floor and out the door to loud cheers and applause. *** Beg for it! He orders, knowing her desire. Please! His tongue slides through the crease of her hips and hovers over her sensitive clit. Please what? Tell me! She refuses to accede to the demand. Rebelliously her fingers seek out her pussy slipping easily inside the drenched entrance. Not yet! He grabs her hand preventing her gratification. Seductively he draws the syrupy digits between his lips, tasting pure sweetness. She moans with both disappointment and pleasure. Please what? He whispers his demand again. She feels his hot breath on her skin. Please! She whimpers knowing her inevitable acquiescence has begun. *** It twitches before me glistening with sweet clear discharge. Not the longest or thickest but it's hard as steel as it vibrates with excitement. My warm soft tongue flattens along the rigid vein on the underside sliding to his balls, then back. With my mouth wide open I moved forward slowly. He can feel only my warm breath. Playfully not touching him until his head reaches the back of my throat. Then close my lips and withdraw to the tip. With gentle suction, I coax a few extra drops onto my tongue. Soon he will beg for his powerful release! *** It started as my challenge in the park: Outlast twenty moves, win twenty dollars. Her husband accepted. It seemed they were out for dinner begrudgingly, she held his suit jacket. I initially took her flirtatious glances as disinterest in chess. But then she suggested a move with a nod and I knew her strategies transcended the game. I was right. The first time we fucked, she shoved her ring in my cunt then licked my essence off the diamond. There's the risk our passion will dwindle in the absence of that jewel. Nevertheless, he was served divorce papers today. Checkmate. *** A car whips down the road, whirring, wind flying through your auburn locks. It's just cool enough to not be summer but not quite autumn, seasons suspended. You look at me and your eyes are brimming with love. I see the ocean in them. You lean over and gently kiss my cheek for no reason, which is the best reason of all. Your hand squeezes mine as we drive at night, the streets glowing, turning up the music, a song we both love that takes on new meanings as the years go by. Few things are perfect, but this is. *** It's the waiting. That's what does it for me. In darkness and silence, except for the rasp of their breath. In stillness, my imagination whirls, images of every possible scenario flashing through my mind. God, that gets me halfway there already. I'm in a daze of lust until their throat clears, charging my senses to full throttle. Shall we begin, my sweet angel? *** Lita's cinnamon-heart vortex pulls taffy from the kingpin's grizzled candyfloss. Four decades of bubblegum diva ambition knelt in vain, warned industry gossip. Stage-tight chaps swagger into the suite, red-glaring rockets launched. From behind, each ravishes the worshiping fellatrix to a simmer, unsheathes, offers the mogul a taste. Gateway licks breed hardcore gluttony. Throat serially plugged, cravings uncloseted, the septuagenarian blasts Lita's muffled squeal in jawbreaking encores. Scratch Sugarlove from tonight's lineup, he texts. A spotlit Lita wags the studded tongue that enticed a discreet assistant into spilling more than seed. And flashes the backup band she'll reward for their sacrifice. *** I found her curled beneath a creosote bush, three miles out, where no one ever goes. Her parched lips mouthed I knew you'd come. I nursed her in my shelter, beneath the red stone cliff. Water first, in tiny sips, then slowly bits of food. At nightfall we sat across the fire, her eyes assaying me. Coyote? she whispered, And Raven, too? I gave no answer. We made love three times while the full moon arced. With each coming, her strength and hunger grew. At dawn I woke alone. Three white feathers, russet-banded, lay beside my head. Our debts repaid. *** I had a weird dream earlier, Rhonda said. I was whipping you, and I had an orgasm in my sleep. We'd never done this when we were together. Now my heart was pounding, my mouth suddenly dry. A pause. Did you want. ? I murmured. Rhonda nodded and took my hand. Almost one year ago, I stormed out of Rhonda's life, dropping my key in her letterbox. Now an unexpected invitation to lunch. Rhonda's bedroom had changed. I undressed while she lowered the blind. Afterwards, my pillow was wet with tears, but I saw my key on the bedside table. *** I unfasten hair clips, freeing pent-up tendrils to frame your face like a pretty picture. You flutter as my lips travel from your lips to your collarbone. Silently, I curse the fabric caging your beautiful breasts, then savor the flesh liberated with each unbuttoned button. Please, you beg, and I nibble my way to your waistband. The skirt easily falls, in contrast to your sticky panties. Naughty girl. I bury my nose in your feminine scent and tease with a single lick while you tremble with desire. My finger taps a shoe in careful contemplation. No, the red stilettos stay. *** Vulva, I said. Vulva, she replied almost reverently as I bent to kiss her there. The morning sun streamed across the girl's bare legs lying on the kitchen table. Labia, I murmured, and Labia she whispered, gurgling at my touch and letting one leg slide off the table's edge. Outside, a thrush or maybe a blackbird sang out. Vagina, This time, no reply as she rose to kiss me while grasping my fingers and guiding me in. Then, laying back again, the girl put her hand firmly between my legs, cupping me. Szeméremajak! She said and laughed and laughed. *** The woman lying beside me is asleep. Soundly, profoundly asleep. Above, a skylark at the peak of its ascent. Below, the warm fronds of bracken move in the breeze, caressing our naked skin. A bumblebee, pausing by, circles the woman's face, which is glazed with my sweet secretions. A moment. A lifetime. The woman stirs. The skylark falls. Now I am being lifted. My legs spread wide. I am being opened. Sharp teeth find me as fingers probe. The woman growls as she hurts me. A fox barks just as my climax drags the scream from deep inside me. *** The party was in full swing. The music was loud and the drinks were flowing. I hadn't seen my wife since she was last dancing with a young stud twenty minutes ago. Then I saw her walking towards me. I smiled at her. She kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth, along with a slightly bitter and salty fluid. She backed away from me and gave me a twinkling smile. It was clear to me now where she had been. *** The rumble of tyres on cobblestone brings you back to focus on your blank screen. You heave a sigh and return to your task. But loud voices and laughter under your window stop you. You peer down on a bin lorry with two huge trashmen. The largest one holds up a pair of cotton panties splatted with paint. Fuck! Those are my panties! Still fixated on the scene below, you watch him place them to his face and inhale deeply. Now your three fingers continue to fuck your pussy. You moan and scream, fucker make me cum. *** Writhing, panting and moaning you move beneath me, your hair fanning out across the sheet like a halo. Your beautiful eyes are shimmering as they stare into mine and our climax nears. Painted nails etch my back as you begin to quiver, tracing light designs of lust in my skin. The squeeze of your pleasure overwhelms my senses as your orgasm peaks and I plunge deeply as I release with you. Gasping, tingling and radiating heat we embrace, your fragrance being absorbed into my mind as my face nestles against your skin. A lasting fragrance. *** She waits and obeys. He adores her completely. Finally he sits on the edge of the master bed. He beckons her to come, she does as told. Sliding a hand up her shivering thighs, he swats her legs. She lays across his knees. The birthday spankings begin! When he is done, she feels her behind. The sting, the pain, and the pleasure she can feel. Getting up she looks at her Master. He is smirking as his fingers manipulate her pussy. She comes hard, and quick. Licking his fingers, he smiles and says. Happy birthday, my slutty good girl. *** Morning Brenda. Suzan. Mmmm. My head is killing me. Also we never drink so much like yesterday. Coffee? Please. I don't even know where Brian slept. I guess he's lying under the cushions. I saw his legs. And you? You believe that Phil still wanted me, after everything. Really! Naughty. It had been a while. I've never seen him so raunchy. He even begged for an anal. And you accepted? My husband. But what bothered me was the earring in his ear. I don't like men with earrings. Earring! Your husband doesn't have an earring, mine does. *** As the bass player whipped out his cock, she wondered whose bodily fluids had stained the van's carpeting. Go ahead. It won't bite. She gave it a squeeze. Babe, your mouth, not your hand. She sucked, then swallowed him, burying her nose in his pubic hair, choosing his cock over air. Fuck! he yelled, overflowing her mouth. Stuffing his sticky cock back inside his jeans, he bolted, saying, Been real, uh, Sally, but next set's up. She wiped away his cum running down her chin. Her name was Connie—and they'd all learn her name soon enough. *** She was quiet - some may carelessly say, she was a wall flower - yet he saw something, a glance, a want, a passion and a need. She took his hand and followed him home. He was rampant and turgid. Quivering, he came urgently - it was fast, sudden powerful and dramatic. She was lithe, sensuous and desirable. He awoke a torrent within her, like a cascading river gushing over softened boulders. She gripped and held him inside as she rode his raft until her waters stilled. They stayed united until she felt him stir anew. She wanted more. *** My tongue encircles the hard bud of a nipple, feels her heartbeat in the other. Always sensing. Weighing, kneading, and massaging the world in my hands. The most beautiful ephemeral pulse. Her lips seem to flutter and bloom when I trespass further with every inch of me as she spreads open, mouth trembling on my earlobe in something that no longer resembles human language. It signals what's to come. A supernova flares beyond what our eyes reveal, the possessive squeeze and flood, the uncontrollable essence rocketing through her core. It wasn't meant to last long. The first time never is. *** After our picnic lunch, with no work to get back to, we went to see some art. The gallery was empty. The desk gave a cold glance, then went back to her phone. We found a little room in back with a pink velvet couch, the perfect spot for a quick snuggle and kiss. The serious pussy play didn't start until she crowned my head with her panties and giggled. Looking up as we left thirty minutes later, the desk drawled, You know that's a live-stream installation, right? Looping viral already. We spoke together. Can we come again tomorrow? With toys? *** The wet hands, tied, more than crumpled, tense with pleasure. His tongue invaded my mouth, greedy like a madman wanting my soul. I hugged his hips with my long legs. Firm virility opened my center made my flower bloom. I watered its stem in my hot juice. Dense, sweet, and acid burning his mast. For a time we merged into a single being. The rhythmic blows came to make us suffer. I made him moan, until the last drop, filling me with his seed. *** The cum drenched sheets twist as long fingers reach for the still-warm coffee. The dim blue-tint from the screen lights the darkened room, reflecting the sheen from my sweat covered body. The alarm goes off as I catch my breath, licking my lips before taking a sip from the mug and ending the chat, signing off Lush. Another day begins. *** The room is the usual shit, made for just this reason. Whatcha hungry for, mommy? Pretty, young, but twice those years in her eyes already. She shakes her little titties, hoping to bump the score. How many you done today? You're my first. Been waiting for you. Liar. Pushing her down, I take her with my mouth. Fuck, that's good, but don't you. No. It's your birthday, whore. Enjoy it. She cums. Fake or not, I don't care. I drop a bundle of Franklins on the bed. Enough for a break. Find yourself a future. How. why? I was you. *** I lower myself onto Jim's erection, the tight wet sheath of my vagina enveloping him. Once his thick cock is all inside me, I begin to ride him, my little tits jiggling with each bounce. I look over to where Jim's new wife, Lucy, crouches on the bed, while my husband fucks her doggy-style, his big dick thrusting in and out of her soaking wet cunt. As I watch, he pulls out and shoots his load over her, loops of cream splattering across her firm arse and back. As kids, Lucy and I shared everything. We still do. *** Face down on the bed with her arse in the air, her nose pressed into the sheets. She smelt the scent of his wife as he unloaded his cum inside her. Lifting her head, she looked at the wedding picture on the bedside cabinet as she wondered if the creampie dripping out of her onto the bed would leave a stain, *** I never heard the car pull up or the bedroom door open. I missed the sight as you slowly stripped off, dropping you clothes in a heap on the floor. I did not hear you as went and got showered and ready for bed. I felt the bed move as you gentle slip beneath the covers, the cool air disturbing the warmth of my cocoon. Suddenly your cold hands and feet rouse me from my slumber as you kiss my neck. How was it? I murmur. Quiet, as you snuggle up to me and drift off to sleep. *** The cleaner was in his big house, she was young and so sexy. Once he had fondled her full boobs, she had tabled so easy and taken his stiff cock. She had a tight soft cunt. He'd left extra money with her cleaner pay. It had just been that once and they never spoke about it. Now he saw a note in bad handwriting she needed extra money. He checked how much he had and left it on the table. He went to his bed and she came in soon after. They fucked again. *** The loud buzzing of the razor echoes in the room, sending a little shiver down my spine. The sound reminds me of a hive of bees that I once disturbed. Fingers run through my hair, a pleasing sensation that is relaxing and soothing, yet titillating and erotic. The buzzing continues as hair falls like blades of grass being mowed and I hold my breath in anticipation of getting nicked. It doesn't occur and I let out a sigh of relief. All done, she giggles. What's so funny? It does look bigger. *** I like a submissive woman, bowing naked before her Dom. She has other ideas. Ordering him to his knees, she positions herself inches from his face, then won't let him touch. She lifts her skirt, exposing her puss, pink and puffy her sweet aroma hangs in the air, making him dizzy with lust. He begs for it, tongue extending, but she makes him wait. Drool runs down his chin as her fingers tug at her lips before disappearing inside. He whimpers watching her cum by her hand, not his. I pout andSubmitmy story. Sometimes my characters won't cooperate. *** Tiny coarse salt and pepper hairs raised at attention. They certainly raise your attention. I see the look, mischievous and curious. A thrill builds from deep within you with such speculation. Gooseflesh rises as you graze it with the back of your hand, bringing me closer to you. It brushes your cheek, then your neck. Each hair seemingly on a sightseeing cruise of your senses with my lips as their captain. Plunging down, my lips caress the side of your breast while the whiskers titillate your nipple. A shared glance, a wry smile, until a moan escapes your lips, Lowerrrr. *** Between my legs, I squeeze you gently, milking each deep melodic whimper. Your wood marks me I'm yours, thighs indented, your imprint left on my skin. Mashing against my breasts, your resonant dominance overwhelms my senses. My sliding fingers rise and fall smoothly in weighted clarity. Rocking in rhythm, arms embrace, horsehair hits, crescendo lashes, my thumb grazes your pulsating neck. Holding my breath, my eyes dilate as silky vocal vibrations resound, penetrating as we reach higher, bursts of passion flow forth from you. I exhale and sing. We cellists like to fuck when we play. *** She wants to fuck her boss.'Oh fuck you.'What? You drool over him.'Okay. Fine. Bet he has a big, fat cock-'You have one of those here!'Really? Where?'Pfft. Ask Emily.'. What? You. Our babysitter?'No. But she loved groping it.' Oh yeah? Her brother worships me. Maybe I should get my cunt licked!'Eyes locked. Chests heaving. Time stops. Then they bolt. Doors slam. Tyres screech. Stick-fingered bliss retreating, a call. Him. Doc! Woo! Love therapy.'In the background: she laughs deliriously, moans breathlessly. Think we got it from here. Bye!' *** She paraded as if on a catwalk. Walking between chairs and tables, dodging waiters. She sat, elegantly crossing her legs and buttoning her coat. Finally I was going to call the police. Exaggerated, Victor! You took over forty minutes to go to the restroom. Women, darling. I don't know why you're so jealous. I never gave you any reason. Not until now. Why until now? There's a drop white on the collar of your coat. She smiles and removes the drop with a finger. Sucks the drop slowly and speaks in an innocent way. It's not what you're imagining. *** I woke up with the shadows of a dream blending the lights of the dawning. The sensation of something extraordinary. I reviewed the stranger's penetrating gaze, the bite on neck setting fire on my body. I hugged his hips with my legs. Then came the tense movements, the brute blows. His power invading my being. I scratched his back until him roar in my mouth while his cum filled my womb. Too bad it was a dream. But while washing my face, I noticed two marks of teeth on my neck. Two drops of blood. *** She spins my chair and flicks my glasses off. Hands on hips, twitchy naked, she glares down at me. But I've got to. Fucking right you do! We tangle up on the shaggy rug. Her licks, my licks, then licks together. It's one cum each, but we aren't done. The feeldoe's next and that buzzy little finger toy. Leaving her curled snug and sleeping at last, a halo of anal beads above her head, I get back to my lecture notes. I'll need them for tomorrow's class. If I'm not ready, she'll be the first of my students to complain. *** The fenneled bourbon bisque was smoothly swallowed. The sorrel caviar came next the imploding pop on her taste buds had her squirming. With the arrival of the deliciously scented blackened saffron trout, the buzzing in her undies began in earnest. She caught her breath and clasped her lover's hand, Not yet, sweetheart. Not what, love? You know, stop teasing. The buzzing was relentless, the flicks of her clit uncontrollable. She looked into her lover's eyes as she grabbed the table her head flipped back, mouth open, moaning louder and louder. For fuck's sake, it's you. You're sitting on the remote! *** Grandma was tucked up in bed, duvet pulled up, woolly hat on her head. Come closer, dear, she said. Getting to the bed, I said, Grandma, what big eyes you have. All the better to seduce you with, darling. What big teeth you have, said I, when she licked her lips. All the better to eat your sweet plump rump, my dear. Blushing further when she said, My what big nipples too. Oh my! I exclaimed when I saw Grandma's duvet tent. Grandma smiled lasciviously and said, All the better to fuck you with. You're not Grandma! You're the mailman! *** Come, Cara. We'll have a little pleasure. Then you'll be able to sleep. Nodding to his caring face, I follow to our bed. The love is short and sweet. Rolling apart, I wait for his soft, snoring purr before thinking of her. My fingers mimic her hidden touch, taking me in the pool as others walk by. Our garden tryst, shaded from the sun. One finger deep, then slowly, two. Her bed, that leer between my legs. The memories consume me, my cum intensified by its constraint. His touch wakes me at morning light. See, my Cara? You slept well. *** I admire the naked figure reflected in the mirror. The delicate skin of a woman. The drawn eyes of an ancient Egyptian, the bulging cheeks of an Asian woman, and the full lips painted red. Desire came when I saw her tits. Firm breasts guarded the nipples like rosebuds. Her laugh returned mine. Daringly, I stroked her belly and beautiful thighs until I sank my fingers into her secrets. I groaned watching her suffer for me. I felt her heat turn into passion and I howled with pleasure as she greased my fingers. Lost in the moment we kissed. *** I hurried up the stairs, my heart pounding. Myke, I'm here! The door groaned when I opened it. Myyy.ke! I was frozen with the scene. My husband was sitting, suit and tie, laughing. Kneeling between his legs, a greedy mouth sucking his cock. The tongue swirling, licking the head. Sometimes biting. He groaned loudly and the mouth swallowed his penis. The agitated movements came, until the intense and white orgasm ran down my husband's cock. We look at each other. Morning, Vivian. Robert. Myke stared at me, eyes shining, handsome as ever. And a drop dripping from his mouth. *** I gaze through the thicket as she looks out the window then reaches back. Her bra slips off revealing spectacular tits. Unable to move, I watch eagerly with bated breath. Does she know I'm here? As her panties drop to the floor to reveal a strip of blonde hair, I'm enthralled by the hotwife next door and hard as steel. Branches rustle, I'm no longer hidden. She looks and smiles. She caresses her tits and without a word and a knowing wink, slips away from sight. I enter the backyard, she's at the door. Happy sixteenth birthday. *** Ma'am? She looks up from the head of the boardroom table. Yes, Alicia? Time, Ma'am. Right. Gentlemen, ten minutes. I expect a solution to this mess. Alicia closes the door with one hand and pushes Ma'am against the wall with the other. Expose and splay. Her fingers pluck the golden plug from between open cheeks, laying it aside. Something new today, she purrs, slipping the bulbous glass between Ma'am's trembling austere lips. That's right. Get it nice and wet first. She smiles at the begging whimper as she worms her edict home. Hurry now, Ma'am. The board's waiting for you. *** They say experience is all your mistakes remembered. It's little comfort as I become a reservoir for another overworked businessman or unfulfilled husband. A continuum of shameful mistakes I let ravage me. This one enjoys dishing spanks. My ass tingles. Heat swirls, a perverse thrill despite myself, his engorged cock sawing as fingers gravitate to pinch primed nipples. I gasp, the orgasm unexpected yet rapturous a flooding cocoon that liquefies reality. A reminder, however twisted, that I'm still desirable. I leave the motel clutching his cash, another mistake earned. Another lie to concoct. Putting the kids through college isn't cheap. *** He was lying supine on top of the bedspread. He smiled at her lazily. She loved his legs, the rough texture and the contours of the muscles in his thighs. She especially loved the tangled what's-it at the top of his legs. And how it could grow and grow, to maybe four times it's original size. To something straight and hard, pointing up to the firm, carved torso. Masculine patterned hair, coarse to her hand. So she could spread her legs and slide up, slide down and with just a touch of her fingers bring it home. *** There were seven of us Friday night. All hens, except for me. They called me Egg, because I was the only single left in the group. The cocktails flowed and talk soon slid down to has he ever? How'sbout you, Egg? Any special boy licked your ice cream cone? Valerie giggled, all eyes swiveling my way. It was more than I dreamed it could be. She pushed me down, spreading my legs. First time's always special, baby. Ready to cum? Yes! Oh, fuck yes! No, I answered after a sip of gin. No man yet. Nor ever. I knew. *** The Mile-high clubs. latest members left their smell of sex behind, returning sweaty and flush across the aisle. It aroused me. I saw him later. Meet me in five, bathroom at the front of the plane, I wanna fuck. Five minutes later I walked in, waited. Anticipation growing in equal proportion to my wetness. Then the rap on the door. He stepped in, his hardness leading. I bounced in his lap and rode him until I came on the bathroom seat. My panty stifled my orgasmic screams. His cum dripped from my pussy. I chose my first partner well *** I wake spurting, desperately clinging to dissipating visions of her pillowy breasts sandwiching my cock. Last night she'd approached me at the bar. Helen. The seam of her clingy leggings disappeared between her southern orbs, saying, Fuck you, to those who thought a woman her size should tent her body. Her eyebrow cocked, daring me to ignore my friends. snickers and accept the obscene invite from her parted lips. I regret my idiocy, watching her second choice leave with a handful of her ass. And so, I lie alone with a mouthful of saliva and my dick in my hand. *** I touch myself when I'm lying in bed, thinking of you, wishing our bodies could be intertwined. I imagine your fingers finding their way through my pink folds until the treasure they seek is found. You nuzzle my neck, sending decadent shivers down my spine. The scent of you makes me dripping wet. I envision your sweet lips on mine as I kiss you before you sneak down and capture a nipple between your teeth. I close my eyes and can feel your tongue dipping into my nectar. My back arches and I cum for you while I touch myself. *** Legend said if a man lay naked on the riverbank beneath a waxing gibbous moon, she would emerge from the water to please him, but he must keep his eyes closed or the fearsome creature would steal him away. He waited at night, eyes closed, and she rewarded him with her tongue, her suckling lips, her throat that took his entire length. Her damp hair brushed against his skin. As she eagerly swallowed his seed, he realized the world he knew held only tepid pleasures, while she provided unyielding bliss. Opening his eyes, he made himself an offering to her. *** The co-worker reviewing the document seems distracted, much like you are by her. You observe she's dressed a bit more daring, so you assume she has plans. You steal a glance of her formfitting skirt, wondering if she's wearing anything underneath, but careful not to be caught staring. You daydream about her, fantasizing about her hot date. Fancy restaurant, a movie, or straight to the hotel? Vanilla or kinky sex? Maybe something entirely different, whatever it is, surely more colorful than the dull office. You can't be upset, you hold out hope that one day she'll have plans with you. *** Deciding to be naughty, I chose a special gift for him: red lingerie that ribboned around my breasts and skimmed just over my labia. In my haste to put it on, I ripped it. Not to be discouraged, I inserted a butt plug before slipping into a red-black corset and silky panties. When Sir entered the bedroom and found me waiting on my hands and knees, he immediately pulled down my panties. My glistening arousal eagerly welcomed his forceful thrusts. He gifted me a euphoric-haze-inducing orgasm, making me convulse with pleasure. As we lay there, he whispered, My good girl. *** On their fortieth wedding anniversary, Joseph and Mary made love under the date tree. He wasn't able to screw her as energetically as he once had, but he knew his wife's body well enough. When they'd finished, he turned to her and asked the question he'd waited four decades to ask. Who was it then? An angel of the Lord? Come on! I won't be angry. I'm curious. Seriously, who was it? Sixty-year-old women do not blush as readily as teenagers, but Mary did then. It was.Pontious Pilate. Joseph's eyes widened. Cut! Great cliffhanger, guys! said the episode's director. *** As we approached the swingersclub, I pulled his hand back. I'm scared. Of what? That you will like someone more. Leave me for her. Sir chuckled. That's absurd. As I lowered my eyes, he lifted my chin. Do you know why I am still with you after all these years? Pure luck! I'm a handful, an emotional wreck. My good looks? I adore you, Emma. No other pussy. or cock will ever change the fact that we are inextricably linked. He kissed me reassuringly. Let's go have some fun. When I nodded, we entered a world where fantasies became reality. *** He pulsed as I slowly pumped his ebony shaft. My tongue massaged his flared head. I accepted his thick, hot load and swallowed. He pulled up his jock and then his shorts. He thanked me and ran out. I heard the crowd cheer his return. Thanks, honey. That should relax him. Let's hope so, I told his coach. He is your best player, and he was awful. It worked last game. If we make the championship, you might need to do it pre-game. I kissed my husband and said, Of course, as I went out to watch the second half. *** Ask me home, I want to say. Ask me home, my hormones roar inaudibly. I'll suck your cock, my mind's eye attempts to convey telepathically. I'm not actually doing anything tomorrow, is what my mouth says. So you can fuck me all night and all morning, is the unspoken end of that train of thought. Look, I just got out of something with someone. So? I'm not looking to date right now. I don't want to date I want to be fucked. In bed alone, I'm so disappointed that I can't even make myself wet with my fingers or toys. *** She looked past the tattered clothes and scruffy face of the man hovering over the trashcan fire. In his eyes, far from vacant, she saw what others had missed — value. Words flowed from crimson lips. I choose you this Christmas Eve. He found sustenance in her winter-white bosom while her long nails detangled his hair. She blanketed him with her nakedness and desire. Fleeting embers of warmth became a raging inferno of desire as she sheathed his manhood and they made love. In her reflective emerald eyes, he saw himself — a vibrant man ready to begin again. *** I didn't expect a policewoman to burst into tears.' Not fair! I'm off duty.' Leila turned for the car door handle, but her face locked onto mine. In her flat, she drew a staccato breath. Drink? I'd like to spank you for being a brat, Leila.' A hard swallow, eyes cast to the floor: the answer I coveted. Naked, hands on her head in the corner, Leila's long, black, silken-straight hair contrasted beautifully with her tight, reddened buttocks. She sobbed through an orgasm as my comforting hand teased her wet cunt. Remember, from now on, fake tears earn real tears.' *** First, you have to understand what I desire within you, as my submissive, can't be found by my hunting. This is not a game but a way of life that comes only with time and understanding. She nods as she kisses the feet of the woman she would choose as her Mistress, enflamed by her silk-clad form. The would-be submissive is confused, feeling unwanted, yet incredibly aroused. The Mistress lifts the chin of the would-be submissive and stares deep into her eyes, saying, I didn't say I didn't want you. Rather, that you have much to learn. *** It happened just last night. There she was being bored by a garrulous guy in a garish shirt. She looked towards me with pleading eyes. Being a gentleman, I walked over and lifted her in my arms, carrying her away. Setting her down, our faces brushed against one another. In the continued silence, we kissed. Passion and lust hit like a lightning bolt. We tore at each other's clothes, relishing the pleasure of sexual delight. I ground my hips forcefully. Her silence was broken by cries of want and delight. Oh, to know her name. Another happy accident. *** Till death do we part describes an end no mortal man will suffice when she craves eternity. And so the wanton beauty dares enter the shadows and gazes into red stained eyes. Prey has never sought him out, so he's hesitant until she parts her provocative lips in invitation. He lifts her with ease and pierces her heat with his own of equal match. Setting both ablaze, he plumbs her depths. Only after she comes does he puncture her flesh. She tastes her future on his tongue. That single drop of blood they now share, binding them together forever. *** My knees tremble a little as I settle into place across the desk. I stretch my arms out, grasp the edge of the table and rest my head on them. I hear the cane swish through the air, a warmup for his arm. He flips my skirt up, baring my buttocks. The anticipation is wonderful. He manages to land the fourth stroke directly on the site of the third one. The pain is exquisite, but I'm damper with each stroke. After the sixth stroke lands, as he takes me hard and firmly over the desk, I feel so, so alive. *** Standing deep inside the alleyway, she had three cups displayed. One said Now. One said Never. The last said Evermore. I held up a battered penny, scavenged from the street. She pulled open the ancient leather trench she wore and held it wide. Her naked body shimmered white in the moonlight, a terrestrial nova against the blood-red lining. Her green gaze beguiled, daring me to take the chance. Eyes closed, I succumbed, and flipped the copper toward heaven. As first light broke, I found the smiling devil inked between her breasts. I gave it a kiss and said good morning. *** Browsing the vegetable aisle of the supermarket, I was suddenly aware of my soreness. My ass hurts, I whispered. Of course it does, Sir quipped, his attention seemingly absorbed by a tomato selection. My dick is thick, and I wasn't gentle. I caught the gaze of an elderly couple nearby, feeling my face flush crimson. The woman seemed appalled, while her husband smirked. I hurried away, Sir trailing behind me. They heard you, I hissed. So? Sir responded with a playful smack on my jiggly butt. Own your kinky side and let them be envious. He was, as always, right. *** Under the water, they were nude. His trunks at his thighs. Her bottom, floating away in the current, lost to the deep. The weightless sensation of surrender, floating in the water, her legs spread. His thick cock deep inside her. She in her inner-tube, he was in his, joined below the waterline. Her back to the lake and his to the shore so her husband could not see. Completely lost in her third orgasm, it had been so long since she felt like this. Fuck, baby, you feel good. Cum for me. Soon. I want this to last awhile, Mom. *** I didn't need any more motivation than what was before me. Out of bed, I crawled, and you kneeled simultaneously. Leaning back on your haunches, you opened your mouth wide and lewdly twirled your tongue with your hands clasped behind your back. PLEASE JERK OFF TO ME. The instructions were clear, and I followed them to the letter. Your red nipples and pale tits, my focus. Your tongue, my target for what was about to come. Strings, ropes and gloops splattered my muse and the written instructions. Your response? Mmm, yummy. *** Nurtured from seed, the basil's burst forth under the sun's caress. Each leaf plucked perfumes the air with a heady, almost carnal scent. Trug filled, knees weak, I stagger in. Mortar overflowing, I began the slow ritual. Pound and turn, press, and grind with gentle touch. Garlic next, then piñón nuts and grated Parmesan. Extra virgin, twinkling in like a teasing golden shower, binds it all. The lumaconi is ready, too, the perfect tooth. She lies naked the length of the table, waiting. I ladle her white flesh pesto green. Drawing trails with the pasta snails, I feed us both. *** I'm frozen in place and she opens her bikini top. Her tan-lined tits are spectacular. Once a lover - now my wife - and only bikini briefs are left in place. The side ties come undone, briefs pulled to the side. Revealed for only my eyes, a narrow strip of blonde hair. I'm captivated by her and hard as steel. Sitting by the pool on a towel, she beckons me over with a smile. A soft sigh is heard as I rub lotion over her tits. Summer with my Goddess has just begun. *** I've found myself an empty room, escaping the party sweat and Euro beat. A tink, tink teases the patio door. I find a pink-haired pixie, obviously naked under her gossamer gown. I'm a present for Jimmy! Oh. Yeah. That's me. Answering her look, I add, Short for. ah. Jemima. Guiding her in, I step out of my slacks, spreading myself on the couch. Cool, she giggles and kneels between. You smell pretty. I lean back into the damask as her tongue snake-dances my clit and her fingers pluck and probe. Which leaves the question open. Who the hell is Jimmy? *** We had this understanding, her and I. Any time, no strings, just sex. She'd text needy and wait. Mostly it was straight to Fuck Me! naked. Occasionally, it was a dream scene fantasy or a dark-of-the-soul window opened. Whatever the play, we always climaxed with toe-curling, pussy-exhausting sex. We knew each other's bodies and desires like our own. Passions quenched, we'd part. A kiss and a hug and until next time. Then she found Prince Charming. Nice guy. They had a son. I adopted a cat. It came today, two years after our last goodbye: needy I never lost faith. *** I can hear his lusting grunts as I near the door. My eye to the keyhole, she is center stage, kneeling in the sheets. His fat hands grasp her hips, squeezing with each thrust. His groans become vulgarities. She grips the cloth and her head turns to face me with a look of boredom. He is pounding hard, voice rising. He'll cum soon, his rapidity some consolation. With a squeal he is done, disappearing from view. Her eyes see mine and she smiles. He passes by, business calling, unaware. That's right, pig, go make me money. Now it's my turn. *** When the toy was delivered, I hid the package in shame. I didn't want to open it, much less use it, but my best friend insisted I try out her gift. She loved hers, bragging about the toe-curling orgasms, but I preferred holding out for the real thing and locking the toy away in my closet indefinitely. Its exile ended in a matter of days. One night, temptation got the better of me. It fit snugly, reaching unexplored depths that further lubricated the toy and contorted my face. I didn't have to compromise my pleasure, after all, I was just accepting a gift. *** Emily turned on her side, feeling the embrace of the man who was often distant. He planted a tender kiss on her cheek, making it the most intimate moment of the night. For the past several years, temporary bouts of love had kept them together. From the anticipation of their next meeting to the nights of passion that united their otherwise separate lives. Their meetings were never the same. Different locations, outfits, dinners and even sex positions. There was always something new to try. What never changed was the painful departure. Will you love me tomorrow? she asked. *** I made dill pickles last summer. The weather fared well and the crop was strong. I used gran's recipe, as I always do. This will give comfort through the sparse times. She passed it down only to me. Full and firm, each makes me hunger as I bring it into bed. I paint my lips and breasts and belly with it's body. The sharp brine makes my skin tingle. The scent rises with my heat. Wanton, wanting, I take it deep, consuming myself before I consume it. My garden's ready. Soon I'll plant again, so new lovers come to life. *** Vivian looked up from her phone screen, breaking her trance and realizing she wasn't paying attention to the movie she was watching with her boyfriend. She glanced at him then returned her eyes to the ongoing conversation on her phone. I can't wait to feel your body burning with desire again, her lover's message read. Her depravity was a double-edged sword. One side struck her with guilt while the other lured her with a thrilling rush of ecstasy. Her wantonness made these decisions simple. Who are you texting, babe? her boyfriend asked. Just a friend, she replied. *** Do I look like I know how to fix a fucking toilet? Handle it. I got work. She arrived ten minutes late, so right on time. Jamie from Do Your Pipes Right. Tall girl with some wicked curve under her beater and jeans. The Pussy Goddess tat was a nice touch. Took her no time to stop the leak. You got anything else needs looking at? Well, now that you mention it. We started on the bathroom floor and ended in the pool, both of us well plumbed. No worries, hun. Got it all taken care of. Don't rush home. *** Martha rushed upstairs to the master bedroom, ready to confirm her suspicions. She flung the door open to find the babysitter on her knees with a mouthful of her husband. How could you? she asked, with a mixture of anger and jealously running through her. He turned to look at his wife, placing his hand on the back of the babysitter's head to make sure she kept diligently working her slurping mouth. The pool boy you fucked was her boyfriend, he replied. Martha stood motionless, except for her trembling limbs, shocked by how her husband's revenge had exposed her hypocrisy. *** Do it! I nodded and whispered, Yes, Mistress. I walked into the store and found the lingerie department. The sales assistant who came up to me was older, motherly looking. I blushed as I told her I needed to get my breasts measured for a new bra. She told me not to be embarrassed and led me into a little changing room and pulled a curtain across the entrance. I slowly unbuttoned and removed my blouse. The expression on the woman's face when she sawCUM SLUT. written across my chest with lipstick made me squirm and blush so hard. *** I never know who you're going to be when you come from the bedroom. In lingerie and stockings with polished stilettos gleaming, a flannel shirt and bare feet sans panties, or in an oversized sports jersey and CFM heels. Leggings and a baggy shirt with your hair in a pony-tail, perhaps a short skirt with a halter top or maybe leather pants and a bra. Who are you today? How you dress doesn't always define your mood. Are you my good girl or my bad girl? Doesn't matter, I'm glad you're my girl. *** Friday. Woke to a shining sun. My bowels passed freely at last. I ate soft toast and kumquat marmalade. Ten minutes yoga, then back to bed. Raw ginger and the silver blitzsturm cock today. An orgasm of the delicious, core deep, screaming sort. It scared the parrot. A whore's wash, then walked my camera about. At the lane's end, I stole a lonely woman's soul in infrared. And carried her bytes home. In the afternoon, I lifted her from the 3D. Exposed, naked, her perception slowly dawned. I poured sherry. We fucked on the divan. Perhaps I'll print again tomorrow. *** This looks silly, Alastair, Dorothy said. She was naked and wearing a large strap-on dildo. Looks plenty sexy to me, Dot. Alastair lay on the bed, also naked. I'm to shove this up your ass, then? Precisely. Just as I shove mine in your puss. My puss is meant to take a dick. Come on, Dot. I've wanted this forever. Dorothy sighed and crawled onto the bed. Never thought I'd be on top like this. Alastair gasped as the dildo pierced his ass. His eyes widened. Okay? Dorothy asked, giggling. Fuck, that's good. Still giggling, Dorothy gleefully fucked her husband. *** I don't know why I do it, he says. I tell myself I won't anymore, and I keep doing it anyway. You poor thing, I tease. You really can't help yourself. The sex in these stories is always so hot, but it stabs me in the heart to find out they're cheaters, he complains mournfully. Perhaps there is a 12-step program to help poor souls like you, I offer. Or here's an idea, read stories from a different category! You make it sound so easy, he pouts. I shake my head and realize he secretly enjoys sweet, emotional torture. *** Stepping into the chilly night air, the tequila shots went straight to my head! Last thing I remember was stroking your hair, pulling you in for a long passionate kiss, before making my way home. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I slipped off my shoes, pulled my top over my head and whipped off my bra. Flashbacks of that heavenly kiss sent my libido racing as I staggered up the stairs. At the top, I marvelled at my topless reflection in the window, to the delight of the other passengers on the bus! *** Her most fertile day. Her lover's freshly deposited cum swims inside her. In bed with her husband, sponge carefully inserted, she makes her advances. He won't know it isn't his. She kisses, strokes, whispers filthy things. She finds his cock. Flaccid. Cups his balls, strokes the tip, fingers trail lightly down the shaft. No response. She moves to go down on him. He protests with a groan and rolls away. He couldn't, even if he wanted. He is drained, his shaft crusted from his afternoon tryst with his lover, already pregnant with their child. *** Does your husband understand the full gravity of your solution to our three-body problem? asked Professor slowly lifting the hem of her dress. Yes, and it hardens him, but gravity is overrated. Celeste's body arched upward to meet Professor midway and take him in. A star crossed the sky above her as she came violently on his pulsating, erupting cock. Lying in the grass, legs open, Milky Way inward, Celeste looked up at her husband. It was his turn, his duty to reclaim, to rescue her from spinning into chaos. On second cumming, the moon was shining in her eyes. *** After school. Forth floor bathroom. Bibi was already throbbing for the touch of her girlfriend, Lucia. Bibi turned from the door and saw Lucia with her panties around her ankles, standing up, peeing. What are you doing? Bibi stood beside her friend. So loud. So forceful. So wanton. So, manly? Lucia smiled her wickedest smile. By the time Lucia stopped, Bibi was gasping with desire. She rubbed Lucia's dripping pussy, slid her fingers inside and kissed her friend. Then she pulled down her own panties, pushed her friend to her knees and demanded, Lick me now. Make me cum! *** It was three months since my last orgasm and here I was with my arms in casts after falling down the stairs. Now I had a mouth, tongue and hands sliding over my breasts, nipples, thighs. Everywhere but there. I was a dripping, throbbing mess. Fuck fuck fuck. His tongue touched my mound. My hips thrust and my pussy clenched as I cried out. For gods sake do it. Stop teasing, I need to cum. Oh fuck yes. His tongue slid over my clit perfectly and my orgasm just exploded. He'd only come to take the casts off. *** It took both hands to hold the thick, juicy piece of meat in front of her. Too big to all fit in her mouth at once, she licked the sweet, sticky coating on its hefty shaft - a taste explosion in her mouth. She could feel the bone against her tongue as she took the first inch into her mouth. But, again, experience helped her control her gag reflex as she massaged the juicy meat with her lips. She giggled as it slipped down her throat. Then, minutes later, it was picked clean. Oh, how she loved barbecue ribs! *** Noah entered the pet shop with his bird in tow. The bitch needs a collar. EngraveSLUT KITTEN. on the dog tag. She pouted, running her fingers over the bulge of his one-eyed trouser snake. Kitty needs it now. Kitty needs it now, he parroted. Does she? She nodded, standing on one foot, like a flamingo with her pink hair. Noah raised an eyebrow at the owner, who nodded and turned the sign to Closed'. She squealed like a stuck pig as she was DP'd. Afterwards, she purred with pleasure. The cat who had got the cream in both holes. *** Harry's face rose from tonguing her wetness. Say something? Melanie panted, Don't stop. Just passing thoughts. Her body shuddered as he probed again from clit to entry. Full of regrets, she needed this. Her hands and voice urged him, In me. Lips tracing up over breasts and nipples, he growled, We still mouth each other exquisitely. Words so ecstatic, cock so gorgeous, her juiciness deeply ploughed, Melanie's hips heaved, her feelings undeniable. Over her, he smiled, God's gift our meeting on that train. Rekindling this magic. Why did we ever--? No blame now. O-o-o-only this rapture. And our future. *** My wife's eyes had that look, burning hot. Take off my blouse. I did as she said and took off her blouse. Then she said, Take off my skirt. I slid down the zipper and let her skirt drop. Take off my shoes. Once again, I did as she commanded and slipped off her shoes. Now my hose. My bra. My panties. I flung each to the floor. Face to face, the air between us crackling, our eyes locked. She poked a sharp, red-taloned finger in my chest. I don't ever want to catch you wearing my things again. Understood? *** Lenny stood up. He coughed then licked his lips. Well, Len? He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. But Lenny stood silent. He had a blank stare in his eyes So? George urged Lenny impatiently. What's the verdict? As he reached for the cigarettes on the table, Lenny cleared his throat. Well, it's hard to describe. George struck a match, offered his buddy a light, then lit a cigarette for himself. It was warm. Kinda thick. And sorta salty. Bland. But not terrible. He reached for his belt. Now you do me. Okay. Yeah. Maybe next time. *** You look utterly lovely. Vows are made. No-one breathes as we watch the agony of the rings. A deal is done, a tsunami of hope from those here present. You fuss over that fold in your dress. (It was me who helped you into that silk nothingness and kissed each breast in turn.) You exchange face-masks. Was there ever a gesture so intimate? The cautious laughter, the final words, the scratch of the pen. Suddenly proud, he allows himself a swagger. My rapier finds his right kidney. He falls. I throw you across my saddle and ride away. *** I write smut. I can show you a few things I've written. I don't read, I think. Oh, really, Mr Cocky Wiz? Come over and let me be entertained by your brilliant mind then. So he did. . And somewhere around the time, I had his cock buried deep from behind and him pulling me up from all-fours to my knees, his arm wrapped around my neck and ordering my husband to kiss me while he denied my release for the fifth time.I had to admit, I didn't give a flying flamingo whether he reads my stuff or not. *** She wants to increase her bust size! She said it would make her feel more femme and boost her confidence! My tattoo would be small, blue and discreetly placed under my clothing in a very private place! It would be for her eyes only. Something I'd like to do before I hit the big three-zero! If one cup size makes her happy, she has my blessing! What's not to like? In return, she's agreed I should get my tattoo. She says she'll look forward to kissing it every time we make love! That's what I call tit for tatt! *** Who was he to say she was acting like a BITCH? Maria seethed in anger at the insult her stepdad Mark had thrown at her. She'd show him! Stripping naked and dropping to all fours Maria crawled into her stepdad's bedroom to show him a real bitch! Attaching her pet mastiff's shock collar to her own neck was a nice touch, along with locking herself in the dog's cage to get the point across. Maria remembered hearing the phrasea bitch in heatand immediately started to masturbate preparing for her Stepdad/master to find and use his new bitch. *** Phil?! My fucking idiot brother? I didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. He's a meathead! A fucking C-student! We weren't discussing Descartes. I'm damned sure he wasn't, Rob yelled. Did he bother with a condom? Of course, Laura cried. She could see the rage in him build. She did her best to control the damage to her fifteen-year marriage. It was one meaningless fling. With my brother! She threw her arms around him. Please understand. Rob stood stoic. Baby, you're still the best. Way better than Phil. Then without thinking, Even better than your grandfather. *** It was their third time together. Ashley was relaxed and uninhibited. Bobby was confident he knew what she liked, beyond his hard body and thick cock alone. She'd cum twice, loudly and demonstratively. She was on her back, her pretty, pampered feet over his shoulders. Bobby stared into her hungry, penetrating brown eyes. Give it to me. Don't fall in love, Bobby reminded himself as thick ropes of spunk covered her quivering tits and belly. Bobby enjoyed the contrast of the white puddles against her dark brown skin until Ashley's pale husband crawled over to eat the beautiful mess. *** I hold her head with both hands as I slowly fuck her mouth, her hands on my thighs as my cock pushes to her throat. I glance at the security camera display and see his car pull up and park beside the rear door. As usual, he sits patiently waiting for her. My cum flows into her mouth and down her throat, barely a drop seeping past her tightly clamped lips as I shudder. He's waiting for you. She stands up, shakes out her hair, and clocks out. Good night, she says with a smile. See you tomorrow. *** I'm just saying that maybe it's something to consider, Ken pleaded. The thought made Barbie uneasy. She had devoted herself to Ken. And he to her. His suggestion to open their relationship to a third party seemed dirty. We've gone stale, Barb. I'm just trying to keep things interesting. She wanted desperately to save her marriage with Ken. But, this was so distasteful it made her nauseous. Barb, I'd never consider this if I didn't think it would help. She loved him and would do anything for him. Okay. But I choose the guy. Ken's jaw dropped. Wait. Guy?! *** Our partners were away. We both felt somewhat guilty, but my fiancee Carol's best friend Sally was expertly tugging my well-lubricated cock. Her bare erect nipples glistened with my saliva. You have wonderful control, she whispered. Always, I smugly replied. I can't count how many times before you met Carol I saw her in the back seat, topless, doing this to a well-hung boyfriend on a first date. All were much bigger than you, said Sally. Oh no, I gasped as I uncontrollably ejaculated a huge load over Sally's perfect huge tits. Maybe usually, not always, murmured Sally, triumphantly. *** She lives only five miles away, though we met online chats followed by emails. She doesn't know who I am but I recognised her. I'm now shaking having just climaxed over the recent video I received of her getting fucked in the back of some stranger's car. It was so horny, so erotic. Her moaning got me hard her blabbering when he entered her was accompanied by me losing my trousers. I was pumping it hard when her orgasmic cries told him she was cumming. I've not stopped listening to it. If only she wasn't my wife's best friend. *** That was amazing. Yeah. I mean, you really know your stuff. Thanks babe. Nadine clasped her bra. I hope I wasn't too rough. I can be an animal sometimes, Stanley boasted. Really? she laughed. Well, I'm a little tired today. Sure baby. I know how it is. She pulled on her thigh-highs. Stanley sat up in bed, wearing his undershirt and brown socks. After an uncomfortable pause, I could really use a drink. Wanna get a drink? Nadine rubbed skin cream into her hands. Aww. Thanks Stewart, but I have an appointment. I understand. And it's Stanley, not Stewart. *** The starter was enticing. A tantalising treat to whet the appetite and heighten senses in the dark and intimate restaurant setting. The main was scrumptious and flirtatious. Quelling hungers as conversation and laughter flowed among sultry, seductive glances. And as for dessert. Thick, gooey deliciousness. Sinful decadence to indulge and gorge upon. A taste you crave again and again. Trails of the splendid treat trickle from your lips as you rise from your knees and straighten down your little black number. Come on, I've got my eye on that Eaton Mess, you purr as you reach for the restroom lock. *** She noticed his entrance. He entered and noticed her. Drawn like magnets towards one another. He smiled, she smiled. Together in uniform, ranks apart. Leaving out the door, turning the corner and the passion boiled over through their meshed lips. Satisfying an urgent hunger. He pressed against her, his rigid cock foretelling what he knew she wanted. Her parted thighs crying NOW, skirt riding upwards, granting permission for entrance. Gasps as he lifted her and slipped his cock inside her warmth. Thrusting now, letting nature win. Passions boils over. His seed leaking down her thighs. Curious dates left, unknowing, unsatisfied. *** Was my husband big enough? asked Maeve. Yes, great, replied Maeve's best friend Sian. Filled my cunt and arse very adequately. Maeve was aroused and rubbed her clit enthusiastically. He loved it when I sucked his throbbing cock, taunted Sian, extremely excited at watching Maeve masturbating. Did he give you oral? asked Maeve tentatively. Sian replied, Yes, his licking was the best I've had from any guy. Maeve was increasingly aroused, but ambivalent. She was delighted when Sian added, But it didn't remotely compare with the sensation of your tongue on my engorged clit, my darling. *** With her left hand, Lucia caressed Bibi's breasts. With her right hand, she stroked Bibi's clit. Bibi arched her back and blinked. When she looked up into Lucia's eyes, Bibi knew what her friend wanted. I'm not going to lick your pussy, said Bibi. I know, said Lucia, swinging one leg over her friend's head and settling into a 69 position. Bibi, on the bottom, turned her face away. Lucia wrapped her lips around Bibi's clit. Bibi squirmed, shuddered, gasped and came hard. As she did, she accidentally brushed her lips against her friend's dripping pussy. *** Melissa crept up on Jenny, her bag packed and resting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes filled with tears. Cautious arms wrapped around Jenny's waist and pulled her to the bed. Those three words clung to Melissa's lips like her life depended on it but they wouldn't fall. Couldn't fall. Their disguised meaning: a lock of hair tucked behind Jenny's ear, tender kisses, sensual touches, all were no substitute. Jenny swung her legs and straddled Melissa in one quick move. Their eyes searching, arms outstretched. Jenny decided to say those words for her. I love you too. *** Snowflakes serenely float as I settle on the window seat. The scene reminds me of his fingers, lingering while drifting down my nakedness. As the night unfolds, the flurriespace hastens, clumping together, coating the window. My pulse quickens. I envision our entangled bodies, dripping with need, racing toward– Insecurity disrupts my arousal as thoughts spiral around those he's eagerly pleasing throughout tonight. In time, a single light illuminates the sky, the jealous sea recedes, and Christmas joy returns. He's home. Santa knows all and spanks me for my pouting, but his fuck reassures me –his wife– that he's mine. *** It's evening turning to night. HE is home with the children. I am supposed to be at a business dinner. The hotel is elegant, discreet. My heart races, belly tightens, nipples ache. My panties are wet. And I'm still in my car. Trembling with fear and excitement. What will I become as I let a stranger's cock enter me? Driving home, cum leaking out of my well-fucked hole, I have the answer. I am an insatiable cheating slut. It thrills me. I have been reborn. There is no turning back. *** It was the morning after the night before. They lay in each other's arms hot and sticky. Imperfect bodies showing the scars of life and life giving. He woke first and traced words on her skin, words she would feel but never know. His fingers caressed and danced across her curves tracing each with desire. He found the nipple of a breast big enough and soft enough to suffocate him. Lapping, nibbling there, her hips started their gentle undulation. When his fingers found her moisture-laden sheath, she began that beautiful song of unlimited pleasure as her hips finally collapsed. *** Morning. Young Bibi's bedroom. After the sleepover. Don't let me hurt you, Lucia. You won't hurt me, Bibi. Slide it deeper, Bibi pushed her finger deeper. Now two. Lucia, are you sure? I'm not like you, Bibi. My pussy likes it. Bibi moaned with concern, but slipped in a second finger. Yes, whispered Lucia, pulling her friend's hand deeper inside. More! Three? Really? Please! begged Lucia as she began to rub her swollen clit. Bibi slid in a third finger. For the first time, it felt tight. Four. No, Lucia, but Bibi tried four, and as she did, Lucia exploded. *** When in lieu of the bonus, my husband invited Henry and Roger for the weekend, he just wouldn't stop talking about the importance of spreading the wealth. Watching Henry spread rivers of wealth all over my tits truly inspired Roger to make a very generous deposit into my mouth. My husband wasn't in a position to properly appreciate these transactions because all that time I was sitting on his face. Once hubby fell asleep, we had a good laugh about that in the guest bedroom, where boys spent the night taking turns to add more value into all my orifices. *** Mom doesn't like hercause she sits and spreads her thighs. Dad doesn't like hercause she sucks my wallet dry. Friends don't like hercause she rubs on all the guys right before my jealous eyes. She's my bad, bad girlfriend, but I like her nonethelesscause it's my sheets where she'll choose to make her mess. She'll strip me, spank me, settle on my shaft, suck my balls, flick my tip, then slurp me down her throat with her fingers in my ass. See horns or halo –doesn't matter–cause on her face my cum will splatter! *** To onlookers, two seemingly happy couples clink glasses and appear fulfilled with their respective plates. Underneath, we play footsie, as unsated hunger fires within our crotches. Why is the forbidden so delectable? Excuse me. Ladies room, I say, feeling flushed. I exit the stall and there lust stands with ravenous eyes. She pushes me back into the stall and closes the door. As her lipstick smears mine, we dig into panties, strumming each other's clits to rapid explosions. Appetites finally satisfied. Smiling at our reflection in the mirror, we reapply our lipstick and return to our unsuspecting husbands. *** Holiday lights of red and green scatter across the living room ceiling, and walls. Paintings, photographs, and sculpture spotted in the laser ballet. In the picture window, the lights shine through, covered with our oiled body prints. Minutes before, spread-eagled, tits smashed against the glass, as I take you from behind. Euphoric cries silent to the street, as I withdraw and spew my seed on you and the window. Resting, regaling our dance against the glass, we lace our fingers together. A sigh heralds your fulfilled fantasy, while you hold tight, and snuggle to your spot on my chest. *** It only took a smile to grab his attention, and once I had that I turned away from him. I knew he would react. His introduction was intriguing but I took my time in answering him. I knew that what was on display would torment his eyes. I stood up, he gasped when my hand rested on his crotch for balance. I bit my lip and winked. You can't even begin to imagine the thrill that ran down my mature goose-bumped body when I walked away and he followed. The toilet stall was empty, and in minutes, so was he. *** The wettened finger glides down her neck and along her collarbone, pausing between her breasts. I wet it again before it makes little circles around her hardening nipples, gently stimulating the rosy buds slowly, patiently. Wet once more, it meanders across her tummy and down along the inside of her thigh, pausing at the knee before returning up, up, up. and across her pubis to the other thigh. It caresses her, gently stimulates her, touches her. everywhere but there. It's sooo close.. Please. she whispers hopefully as I wet the tip again. *** Paula stood in front of the mirror, aghast. My makeup is ruined! I'm sorry. It's all over the place. I can't believe my sister puts up with this! She doesn't, I softly responded. I don't blame her, she said, clearly agitated as she hastily pulled three tissues from the box and began to address her lipstick. Charlotte hates it. I stopped asking. Well, don't ask me again. I said I was sorry. Paula dried her eyes. It's just too much. More than I bargained for. I won't ask again. For Christ's sake! It's in my hair too! *** The second date with the sister went with a swing. They were more alike than he thought. They arrived at his house for an after-dinner fuck and before he knew it they were naked her clothes just seemed to evaporate. The fuck was wild, fast and deep. Then she surprised him with an invitation he couldn't refuse. I bet she never let you fuck her there! Not the words of a sweet seventeen-year-old, he thought. The pleasure from her tight hole was too much. Later, he looked out of the lounge window and blew her voyeuristic older sister a kiss. *** You've put in months of business trips with nights away from home, working late at the office, never home before nine pm. It'll be worth it, you tell your wife. Getting the bonus and maybe a promotion. You finally get it and knock off early for once in your life. You call out, Honey, they gave me the bonus! You find her in the bedroom, on all fours with your boss kneeling behind her. And you thought you earned your bonus? The scorn in her voice is accompanied by a laugh from your boss as he resumes fucking your wife. *** She's lovely you should ask her out, she panted between moans. He pounded his cock effortlessly into her body as it lay prostrate over his work desk. Fuck! I don't know, she's so different to you! He replied in between heavy breaths. Ask her out you won't regret it. Fuck! I'm coming, I'm coming, she screamed. The sudden tightening of her cunt and ejaculation of her juices caused him to shoot his seed into her. She soaked the desk. Leaving her to clean up the mess, he picked up his phone and called her sister to ask for a date. *** Dictionary definitions are subjective – don't you think? I pondered over a picture of the two of us fucking and shared it with her. Between us, we discovered new definitions. Wrongness 1: Thighs spread wide, heels clasped tightly together, digging at the small of his back pounding thrusts causing a wet patch to die for. Wrongness 2: Bottom pressed firmly into the sheets, hands and arms fixed, eyes rolling that rocking motion causing her to feel pleasure bite along her tight channel. Her husband would have been appalled at our definitions, but my wife would have killed me. *** I pull up close, pressing my chest against her back, my waist to hers and my thighs tucked under her bottom. I welcome the warmth. My arm drapes over her side and my hand gently cups her breast as I inhale deeply, absorbing the intoxicating fragrance on the nape of her neck. Its aroma is stimulating and comforting, delicate and musky. I listen to her slow, steady breathing as she sleeps, revelling in the little sounds uttered as she dreams. Her bottom moves slightly and awakens my lust with its gentle caress as I drift into sleep. *** Let's do this. Now. I've wanted you since we first met, years ago, said Carol, reaching out to touch him. It no longer felt wrong. I've always wanted you, too, he whispered. He undressed her slowly. She lay back and opened her legs, showing him her molten core. He caressed her gently, then hovered over her, his hands holding hers down on the bed. He hesitated, poised at her threshold. Are you sure you're okay with this? he asked, glancing aside. Kate smiled. She wrapped her hand around her husband and steered him inside her grateful sister. *** I drop to my knees before you, balancing myself with a hand on each of your hips. I pull your boxers to the floor. You lift one foot, then the other. I lick my lips as I gaze upon you. My hands run up the back of your legs, around the front as I rise on my knees. Just as I start to touch you with the tip of my tongue, you reach down, grasp under my arms, and pull me to my feet, your cock dragging along my chest, hardening against my abdomen. No, my dear. Ladies first! *** My fingers slide into her as the killer approaches a blissfully unaware couple, music swelling. Her legs part, allowing me further into this molten tight core. Her eyes never leave the screen as I slowly pump, thumb against the swollen nub of her clit, that brilliant epicenter of nerves longing. I only pump deeper and harder as the killer raises a machete, painting the screen with the splatters of suddenly eviscerated flesh. Her knees squeeze then, eyes glazing over, pussy helplessly locking and pulsing around me. Reluctantly withdrawing, she smiles and deeply kisses me. We've missed going to the movies. *** Darling, my wife simpers. My friend Jenny is in a spot of financial trouble. She could really do with a job. I gaze into her big brown eyes, staring up at me as she drops to her knees. Could you find her something to do at your work? Please? You mean big tits, Jenny, with the short skirts?. I think to myself as I feel my cock swell in her mouth. I'm sure I can find her some position or other, I concede, already visualising how good she'll look spread over my desk as I slam into her from behind. *** A red sky in the evening. The warmth of the setting sun on our naked skin. The boat at anchor settled peacefully in a secluded cove. The water is still as if it were glass. Lying on the deck with a glass of champagne in one hand. My companion beside me. I take an oyster and swallow it directly off the shell. I follow it with a mouthful of champagne. We kiss. I prepare for him to enter me. The boat rocks gently. We climax together. The day has ended. The moon and stars shine in a cloudless sky. Perfection. *** The musty church smell lingered, competing with the sweet smell seeping into his nostrils from her bent over bottom at the altar. Every stroke dragged out more juice that quickly evaporated from their hot, frantic coupling. How many times in here? She shook her head. Moaning, she pushed back to engulf his needy cock. If I told you, I'd run out of enticing confessions and you'd lose interest in me. She spat the words out between gritted teeth. Yourmade for fucking. body will never run out of confessions. Her wicked smile confirmed that the vicar spoke the truth. *** At last, my wife's opportunity to explore her exhibitionist leanings. The beach quiet. Just us and the young hunk sitting behind us. Sunglasses. Is he looking? she wonders. Nonchalantly removing her bikini top, she casually strokes her tits. His member stirs. Her nipples stiffen. She turns her back on him and slowly - very slowly - eases the bottoms downwards to her ankles, glances through her knees which tremble at finding his cock fully hard. Heart pounding, her hand grips my shoulder, lest she topple over. If you even breathe on my pussy, I'll cum like a volcano! she whispers. *** The sharp teeth of the brambles snag her petal-soft skin, tattooing criss-crossed smiles. Spiteful nettles lick her wounds as she tries to escape. My gnarled fingers grasp at her hair, but miss. I need to get closer before I make my lunge. Finally, I trap her over a fallen log, pushing her face into the dark pink foxgloves, hoping she might drink some moisture from them. Her summer dress opens as buttons tear, snagging as she falls. Oh, how she howls her orgasm into the night air. Each week I wonder will I, or the garden, ever tame her? *** Once in the house, I headed toward our master bedroom. Reaching the door, I heard loud moans coming from the master bath. I stripped down and silently approached the door. The sight of my wife with Jessie's head between her thighs being orally pleasured had an immediate effect on my cock. Grasping my cock, I stroked the stiffening shaft as I watched. She held onto the tub's edge. Her head tilted back, the wet waist-length black hair dangled in the water. Ellie arched her back, moaning, I'M C-C-U-U-M-M-I-I-N-N-G-G! Afterward, Jessie looked over, Your turn, stud. Ellie merely smiled. *** It was simple: I don't cum on her tits and no chores for a fortnight, if I do then vice versa. We're fucking hard missionary position, she's rubbing her 30DDs while seductively licking her lips saying that she'll let me give her a facial too and needs to taste my hot cum. Feeling her orgasm on my cock I can't resist the teasing, putting her on her knees I jerk off onto her big tits and make her look up at me as I finish all over her pretty face. She smiles innocently then says two words - I win! *** What's the matter? Robert asked Cynthia turned to the sink and continued to wash the dishes replied Nothing, just a lash. In truth, their song was playing on the radio. It was the song on the jukebox playing when they met so many years before. It was the song on the car radio as she lost her virginity on the back seat of his car. It was the first song that they danced to on their wedding day. It was the song they danced to each and every anniversary. But he didn't remember anymore. Or, that she was his wife. What's for tea Mum ? he asked. *** On the bed, nude, swollen cock in hand and eyes closed. As I slowly stroke it fantasies play in my mind. A feeling of being watched - I open one eye and see her standing in the open doorway. I thought I was home alone. No words, no movements, just a smirk as she watches in silence. I continue, further excited by her presence and the knowledge she is watching. I find it extremely erotic and quickly finish. She stares as the cum spews forth and I climax intensely. She smiles and turns away, disappearing from my view. *** I don't usually shoot pictures of people when I'm walking, but today's an exception. Two ladies, park regulars. Mature, elegant, refined, they sit with an intimacy that speaks of an enduring friendship. Look, it's that photographer lady, taking our picture. Smile. Kinda reminds me of Long Sal, remember her? Girl had the biggest clit I've ever seen. Or tasted-- you were such a slut back then! Found you didn't I? That reminds me, here's your panties. Again. Harry's gonna notice someday. Fool wouldn't notice if I was bare ass naked. Watching them together, I wonder what their story might be. *** I was bushwalking. The trail led me to my favourite clearing. Another naked woman was sitting there masturbating. I made my entrance. She was unaware that she had been seen. I appeared surprised and she stopped immediately. Can I join you? I stripped and it was only a minute before I too began to exercise my finger in the same way she had been. The two of us performed our pleasure independently of each other. She orgasmed, I followed. Minutes later we were together repeating our actions upon each other. We had become friends and lovers before resuming our travels. *** Hot water surged through my veins, culminating in a stream of liquid that splashed over her face, between her breasts and over her plump bottom. Each drop tingled its way down her silky-smooth skin, kissing those elegant tattoos before falling from her in despair. Some fortunate droplets caught on fingers that sunk inside her. Unhooking me, she aimed my jets against her tiny nub with a desperate need. Her sudden orgasm left me dangling and splashing at her ankles. When I finally looked down on her, nothing had prepared me for the smile on her face and those vibrant eyes. *** Francesca works for a lady as a domestic cleaner, twice a week. All was fine till she went into the basement one day, discovering it full of sex toys, floggers, and leather straps. Lots of strange apparatus adorned the walls. Francesca should have known better, but she had to look. She got caught! Naked, wearing just a collar and leash, Francesca now cleans as a willing submissive slave, led around the house by her leather-clad Mistress. And then, as a reward, it's down to the basement where Mistress and her friends indulge themselves using and abusing their slave's delicious body! *** Hi Marie, how're things, it's been a long while. Thirty years since we left his school. Married? Yep, I married and divorced Al. And you? Jane, and we are divorced too. Sorry to hear that. Bad choice. Her misfortune. You were amazing, you were the best fuck in the school. I should have married you. Like to relive some of the old days? Let's do it. OK, my place. - O – Hell Marie after thirty years, you haven't lost the touch. I enjoyed that myself, want to go again? I wouldn't mind. Suck or fuck? Your choice. *** My fire has been doused, the flames of passion and desire extinguished by betrayal and indifference, leaving only charred embers. Pain and doubt now fuel me, burning within and distorting my senses with grief and anger, loathing and a desperation to understand. One ember still smoulders, buried deep within the rubble. Ambivalence sets in and emotions relax their grip as time passes. Someone new - a chance meeting, a connection, a spark - the smouldering ember awakens. Feelings resurface - the warmth of desire, the flicker of passion, a glow of hope - as the embers ignite again. *** Why do you sit in the corner? I have no rhythm. His leading hand pulled her onto the dance floor. She stood motionless at first unsure, awkward steps followed until he intervened. Placing a hand on the small of her back, he guided her hips with his, gently swaying, subtly grinding until she felt it - the beat. With patience, he taught her the crescendos and decrescendos of edging. She slid up and down his cock, experimenting, practicing. Each interpreted sounds and silences until hardness and softness joined in harmony. They moved as one. Climaxed as one. Her rhythm found. *** When I asked my husband if there was anything special he would like to try in the bedroom, I should have expected his answer. A threesome, he wanted to share me with another man. I wasn't sure I was ready to try that, although the idea did excite me. I would have to think about it. After much thought I decided I was ready. I needn't have worried, it was wonderful. The feeling of two men undressing me and taking turns to cum inside me was truly amazing. I think I'm ready to try it with my husband now. *** She gives the kitchen counter a final swipe. Hanging her apron, she calls out, I'm off to book club, hun. Might be late. Have fun, darling, he echos back. She parks away from the light. In a curly blond wig, with cherry red lips and matching stiletto heels, she struts to the door. Jimmy looks up as she enters. Room five's open, Rita. Panties off, skirt rolled up, she taps the wall. A thick black cock snakes its way through the gloryhole. Mmm, Jamal's back in town, she smiles to herself. So nice to share personal time with a friend. *** Time for sleep and out goes the light as I go to draw the blinds. The light in my neighbor's window catches my attention, the two figures embracing in clear view from my vantage point on the upper floor. I can't take my eyes away - two women kissing, feeling each other, undressing. A hint of shame for watching flashes by and is replaced by intense erotic feelings and curiosity. Nude women, one on the bed touching herself, teasing the other still standing and admiring. I am mesmerized and hard. Out goes the light. Fuck! *** Naked in the shed, Francesca moaned with pleasure as the three men took turns in using all manner of futuristic-looking devices on her body. Vibrators, butt plugs, dildos, etc. all were used on her pussy and arse. During lockdown, a friend had decided to start making steampunk inspired sex toys. Now the three guys ran a lucrative business from his shed. Francesca had willingly offered to help with testing the prototypes. Now, not only did the guys get to use her as their willing sex toy, but Francesca got the multiple orgasms she craved. What a perfect sexual relationship! *** Go fuck yourself! she yelled. Immediately, he was falling. He landed with a splash, naked, in the shower behind himself, two weeks later. His future self handed him the lubricant. We've got five minutes! Already hard, he stood and slid straight into his own arse. He fucked himself hard and fast, cumming twice at once, spraying the tiles and filling his future hole. Satisfied, he was falling again, materialising at his witch girlfriend's feet moments after he'd left. Well? I'm going to have to piss you off more often, he replied, and we need to buy some silicone lube. *** Lying in the armchair, legs spread wide, she wantonly exposes herself to him. Kneeling, he licks and sucks her delicious pussy lips, before slowly slipping his tongue inside her. Reaching down she spreads her lips for him, letting his tongue delve even deeper. His tongue flicks her clitoris, inducing a moan as he pushes his fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Licking her swollen clit, he steadily fingerfucks her, giving her the most wondrous juicy orgasm. As she watches him strip revealing his hard cock, she realises that it is not only the carpet that is going to get laid today! *** She touched me like he never did: her kisses soft and passionate, his clumsy and unwanted, her soft hands like silk on my goose-bumped skin, his like sandpaper. When he's deep inside me I think of her talented tongue deep in my hole, licking my juices that flow readily. I sneak into her room at night for tender kisses and more. I want and need more of my sister-in-law with every passing day. I hear my husband asleep next door while her soft moans whisper in my ear, and softer thighs caress my cheeks while I satisfy my hunger. *** The control he has with each thrust drives me wild. My fingers grip the sheets under me. My pussy drips between my legs. My hair is wrapped around his hand pulling my head back, forcing his cock deeper. I orgasm again as the pleasure and pain rip through my body. I beg him to never stop but he pulls out. I'm ordered onto my back before he's between my legs, balls deep and thrusting fast and hard into me. The only noises are the squelching sounds and our pleasurable moans. And he's not even my husband. *** Seated comfortably. Lights dimmed. I feel your warm fingers upon my naked leg. I know instinctively what you're needing. Sliding off the seat, kneeling between your knees. Your cock free, my wet tongue licks your hardness, all over from base to tip. Your hand upon my head, I wrap my wet mouth around your thick shaft. Sucking your hard cock into my wanton mouth. I feel your throbbing, pulsating cock touch my throat. Looking into your eyes, I am rewarded with your hot seed. Just as I reach my own, wet, climax. Credits roll. Lights raise. Home-time, for much more. *** They tell me I'm dying, the white-coat boogie men. I close my eyes, letting their drip, drip, drip of consolation take me into revelry. The smell of crushed grass the morning we first made love. The field of wild spring flowers. The look on your parentsfaces when you told them I would be your wife. Our trips and tangles, our sweet embraces, that little fairy dream we had in Monterrey. Each year older together, deeper in love. And in lust. Oh, yes. I remember. I feel your warm hands now, on my cold skin. It's time, my life. Goodbye. *** She was custom made, the most advanced AI. Cost a fortune, but I demand only the best for me. She was madness in bed. Or anywhere. My every perverse desire anticipated, ready with ass, mouth, or pussy. Had to triple stock little blues to keep up with my cravings. Cheerleader, street whore, cheating housewife, corporate intern, she was all of them in a blink and a thousand more besides. The perfect obsequious slut. Until I found her, cum circuits smoking, as the robomaid tickled her servo-clit with a feather duster. Really, if you can't trust your fucking droid, what's next? *** He pulls away, copious amounts of semen trailing behind his large cock. Even softened, it is thick and long. As he climbs off the bed he looks at me, a mixture of satisfaction, contempt, and confusion on his handsome face. He doesn't quite understand. She lays quietly knowing that I will use her now. I move between her legs, my hardened cock begging for release as it slides into her semen-filled cunt and I retake what is mine. I look at him as I cum. and smile. She's been pleased, but it's been my pleasure. *** To my dearest husband, I want no ordinary lover. I want sleepless nights. I want a fucking storm. I want to be shipwrecked between the sheets, spread-eagled, eaten whole, devoured and left in a half-conscious, screaming and babbling sweaty mess. I want passion and madness. I want rampant energy and rods of steel. I want you to make my whole body shiver from a distance. I want to be taken. Used. Fucked. And afterwards – in the early hours of the morning, I want to ache with even more desire than before we started. Your loving wife. PS: It starts TONIGHT! *** The hair on the back of my neck stood up before I turned the key, sensing something was amiss in my world. I paused briefly and ran through a list of possibilities. There was only one answer. Soundlessly, I ascended the stairs to the bedroom. I could have been a marching band they would not have noticed. She screamed, Fuck me harder, I'm gonna cum! He replied, Yes, yes! Waiting a beat till I knew he was ready to explode, I stormed into the room, Neither of you is going to cum. Now, get the fuck outta my house. *** I look at the bread on the counter. The slices are rigid and dry. It's stale. Just like our relationship I realize. What to do with stale bread? I could ignore it and have something else. I could toss it away and replace it. I could let it crumble. I decide I want it. It's mine. I heat it, make it warm and enjoyable and show my partner. We share it. We laugh, we talk, we reconnect. It leads to romance. No more stale bread. *** The Observer was well hidden. There were decadent moans, followed by a flash of light—and another key moment of the past was witnessed. Four moving on, two remaining! Robin and Marion. Moving closer, he saw they had eyes only for each other. They kissed their mouths hungry and urgent, their passion intense, their primaeval love a wonder. He understood now. The bond they were forming tonight would be vital for the future the timeline finally in sync. Time to move on, he thought. But. I'll be back! Observer impact? Harmless. Well—mostly harmless. Next destination: Connecticut, 1889. He phased. *** I awoke to my husband whispering in my ear, I'm home, hon', and I love being welcomed like this. I was flat on my tummy in bed, naked. He'd stripped too, and was rubbing his hard little cock between my cheeks. Oh God, I'd fallen sound asleep after Jeremy left. I always get up and shower, but I'd fallen asleep! He pushed his erection into me, sliding in easily. Wow, babe, you're really wet! Dreaming about me? Hmm, maybe this wouldn't work out too bad after all! He pulled out. Damn, I think I need a taste of this. Uh-oh! *** He was shocked at the cheesy line that escaped his mouth. Even more shocked when her blood-red lips invited him inside. They say, Love is blind. Actually, lust is blind. Spellbound by the inviting pussy-trap in his face, he missed the pentagram upon which she lay with circling black cats mewing their warnings. Her long nails parted her lips as his tongue dove deeper. Powerful thighs trapped his head. Mystical aroma flared his nostrils. Too late, he noticed her magic-infused cum spreading from his face to his extremities like invasive kudzu. Now, the only pussy he would lick - himself. *** Look at me, look at me now! My friends are tired of me pestering them and I need attention I'm starved for it. Fine, you won't talk to me. How about you look at me that's still attention. Not my eyes, lower, lower still. That's right, no panties I hate them and they're useless anyway. Oh, now I have your attention. Yes, I'm a natural redhead that's why I hardly ever shave my pussy. But for you, it's my cunt, my flowing waterfall of desire, my glistening slit. I see your hungry eyes how about you follow me? Cum now! *** I was in our bedroom looking out of the window. Barbara, the next-door neighbor, was sunbathing in her yard. I spoke my thoughts out loud, She is wearing that tiny white bikini again—God, what a fantastic body. Gorgeous breasts and that plump round ass. I want us to be naked together. I want to hold those cheeks in my hands and pull her groin into mine. What I would give to be between those long tanned legs. To taste from her honey pot and then slide into her. I looked down. My wife spat my cock out. Oops. *** We entered the swinger's club her excitement written in lipstick with the aid of her smile. I watched her flirt and fondle her way through four women before she reached the bar but it was the blonde's thighs she slipped her hand between as they kissed. Later that evening, I fucked my wife as she devoured the blonde's pussy sending her into convulsive shivers on the bed. You should try his gorgeous cock next, she said. Wasn't it the Dalai Lama that said, Give the ones you love wings to fly, roots to come back to, and reasons to stay. *** The dogs of darkness are loose again. Doubt and Regret and Fear, they've laid snarling in the corners of my mind, waiting their time to strike. She finds my trembling shell and knows I am at war within. Embracing my nakedness with her own, she feeds me warmth. She tastes my flesh, drinks from my core, ministers me with her healing passion. My body writhes and burns beneath her dexterous caresses till the beasts are finally driven back, fleeing before the pure white light of Love's release. This skirmish won, in a battle never over, she is again my salvation. *** She checks herself in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance. Full of anticipation and excitement she exits her car and enters his. The hotel is nice, the room dimly lit. It helps quell her insecurities. A nervous kiss, a tentative pressing of bodies. His hands on her ass, her hips, her breasts. Passions rise, garments fall. Feelings resurrected, inhibitions loosened, confidence regained. Naked on the bed she forgets her stretch marks and thicker waist as he shows his desire for her mature body. He's twenty years younger and makes her feel the same. The rewards outweigh the risks. *** The candles were lit and they pierced the darkness. Slowly, her prone form was able to be seen. She was strapped to the bed, arms and legs stretched wide. Naked apart from her leather bindings and her blindfold. He took one of the candles from its stand, as if to lift it to examine her perfect form. Tipping the candle, wax dripped, splattering over her left nipple. Her body shook against the heat, but the bindings held secure. I moved the candle slowly and breathlessly, then deluged her Pearl and glistening lips. Heat stained her soul. Then I peeled her. *** Despite my best efforts, our lovemaking ended abruptly the moment she started to giggle! She wasn't her normal self. I held her close while she told me what happened. Only a few hours before, she'd been traumatised whilst trying to withdraw cash from a cashpoint machine. A man in a mask, crept up behind her and demanded money out of her account. In the panic her mind went blank, she forgot her pin! Luckily, she remembered it at the last minute. She pulled it from her hair, stabbed him in the arse and made a run for it! *** It was never enough, she always wanted more. I get off on the adrenaline rush almost as much as I get off on your cock, she'd whispered one night as we fucked in her car after work. And now this. She'd called round to the house while my wife was out doing the weekly shop. She went upstairs. I followed, trying to stop her. She'd stood in our bedroom, her coat dropping to the floor. She was naked underneath. I want you to fuck me on her bed. A quick glance at the clock. How could I say no? *** That first time, the idea was his she had needed persuading. Not now. Now, the genie was out. Tonight, she was with him. Were they fucking, he wondered? Would she return reeking of sex, tasting of cum? Excited, and afraid, he swallowed. Searing images of the lovers played in his head his heart thumped, his cock twitched, his balls ached. Swamped by uncertainty, his worst fears plagued him. Did he really want this? Could he still choose, or was it already too late? Would she still love him.? His phone buzzed—a message! Love you! Tears rolled down his face. *** Hotel bar, away from home, bored, lonely. I spy a pretty girl who smiles and walks over. Hi, I'm Roma. Husband away from home, she's bored and lonely. The look in her eyes says, Why not? My voice says, Because I don't. She stands, takes my hand and room key and, like an obedient dog, I follow her upstairs. No words are necessary. She strips and twirls as I take in the glorious features of her perfect body. I strip as she bends over the end of the bed, arse in the air. We fuck. We cum. Because I do! *** The woman sat alone at the bar. He approached her. Hi, I'm Dan, would you like a drink? My name is Elisa. Would you like to fuck me, instead? Yes. Where? The cemetery? In the moonlight, skirt hitched high, panties down, she bent over a gravestone. It will be tonight, she gasped as he plunged his cock into her. She screamed in pleasure as the grave opened, a skeleton reached out and grabbed her around her throat. Dan jumped back and stared in horror as she was pulled into the abyss. The gravestone bore the name, Elisa. Died 1665. *** Each time we meet I marvel at her beauty. Flaming red hair, bright green eyes, cute freckles - and those lips. Those symmetrical, slender, lipstick covered lips. Perfect for kissing, and more. They part as she opens her mouth wide for me, forming a welcoming circle. I tease her with the tip, tapping it on her tongue as our eyes lock for a moment. I see emerald green, trust.. and then a hint of fear as I go further into her mouth. Alas, I am not her husband or lover. I am her dentist. *** It was just another boring book signing until the two beautiful women walked up to the table. The tall blonde spoke first as the gorgeous redhead smiled shyly at me. Will you sign my book, Mr. Daniels? Absolutely. But you'll have to go to dinner with me. Sorry, I'm married. Sadly, all the good ones are. The redhead spoke up. I'm not. I smiled at her. Hmm. So do I need to amend my statement, or are you not good? Take me to dinner and find out. So that's what I did. Turns out she wasn't good. She was excellent. *** He plucked her from the room full of beautiful people. She was exquisite, like a bloom in a flower shop waiting to be selected and arranged to fulfil her potential. He stripped her of everything but her petals. She was subdued until her petals slowly opened and her truth was revealed. She was vibrant and with gentle stimulation her nectar flowed in ways which delighted but shocked her core. The vision of her nectar droplets on her petals will stay with me perpetually. And when I dipped to taste her, my palate exploded and danced within my mouth. *** On the bed, ass up and face down. She screams into the pillow, another climax wracking her aching body as my swollen cock once again hits just the right spot. She collapses on the bed, exhausted and limp. I turn her over, spread her legs and have my way with her until I am ready. The pressure releases and the streams of hot, pearly liquid burst forth and fill her completely. I look over at him as he watches, an odd smile of satisfaction on his face while his wife lays moaning beneath me. *** My teeth drag the olive off the toothpick with dramatic flair – making sure he's watching. I wasn't always this way. ooOoo He said he'd see my soul between my legs. I believed him, giving that which could only be given once. His selfish cock took what it needed from my tight, trusting pussy. Then, he left me. ooOoo Now, I inflate my prey's cock with compliments. Convince him his life has holes. Become the filler. Lure him from my knees. And when he's vulnerable, take what I need. A seductress is always a woman once seduced. *** It was pouring with rain outside and everyone coming into the office was soaked. Susie, the hot blonde with curves, walked past and gave me a quick smile so I followed her down the corridor. We started chatting about the weather and she said I'm soaking wet. I didn't understand, she had an umbrella and was dry. She saw I looked puzzled and smiled wryly, whispering again, No, I'm soaking wet. I slid my hand up her skirt as curiosity overwhelmed me and I couldn't stop myself. *** Showered, wearing a thin slip, Rosa cosily awaited client seven. Didn't men have such differing needs? Some fingered her wetness, then pulsed down her throat. Cream in belly, money in bank. Good, hard fucking suited most. Licking her clit (most enjoyable for her), before climaxing in her mouth. Tit-fucking, puerile, but uncommon. Hand jobs spread cum across her belly. But clients knew---no anal, definite. Always, they needed their puny little dicks praised. After number eight, she locked up, went home to her husband whose gorgeous cock took her exclusively anal, before he wrote up her exploits. Money in the bank. *** I've made plenty of mistakes, but she was not one of them. I first followed her eyes into the bathroom at a company party. She was new, but caught on quick. We met for coffee and my fingers found her pantie-free in a back booth. We were asked to leave. Spending the night together, she found out what my tongue could do with her clit. And how sweet Jamie She-cock felt fucking her hungry puss. And her virgin ass. Then her hubby discovered the vids. And the stills. And the texts. No, she was never my mistake. I was hers. *** I want to explore with you. Explore what with me? Your kinks, you may not know it but you have some. Oh really? Such as. Yes, teasing the waiter at dinner, how you enjoyed watching me stroke, following my instructions in the hotel you did not move or open your eyes and were so turned on by ice that you came. How'd you suggest we explore? Little by little, we'll test the waters until you reveal yourself to me. And yours? As we discover your kinks, I will reveal mine! Trust me, it will only hurt if you want. *** A path of clothes led from the door to the couch. She sat, legs spread wide, her wet cunt open. His hard cock filled the void. Their bodies merged, thrust meeting thrust, mouths locked together, tongues exploring. Fifteen minutes earlier she watched him enter the pub. Two minutes passed before she caught his eye. As he neared she said the only words that had passed between them. Take me home and fuck me! The five minute walk took three. Now the aroma of their sex filled the room. Electricity was all around. They longed for release. One word descibed their desperate need. Urgency! *** I want to spank you. Why? she asked. Because I want to. And because you want it too. Francesca obediently stood beside his chair. Pull down your panties for me. Francesca slid down her panties, exposing herself. Over my knee, he instructed. She lay across his legs, face down, bottom raised. Legs apart! Opening her legs, she felt the air hit her moist pussy. His hand stroked her nakedness. What do you want me to do? he asked. Spank me, spank me hard please, Sir. In her mind Francesca now knew she had found a new Master to serve. *** Slow steady breathing from deep inside, your pace matching mine in the flickering candle light. Fingertips touching, transferring heat between us. I detect your musky aroma among the scents in the air, it's locked in my mind. Your eyes are deep and beautiful, the pupils wide and the colour intense. I can see the flush below the soft spot of your throat deepen in a reddish hue. You lick your lips and I feel my temperature rise. My heartbeat follows as our fingers intertwine. I feel your thoughts as I gaze into your eyes. I want you so bad. You smile as you feel mine. I know. *** The wood-nymph gazes from the trees. She's seen this human before, watched him lie naked, pumping his penis until his semen erupts onto the leaves. Today she's done with watching. As he starts to stroke, she steps from the bushes, walks naked towards him. Finger on lips, she signals silence. Straddling him, she feeds his erection into her vagina. Steadily she rises and falls. His fingers fondle her tiny breasts. He ejaculates human semen fills her. She sighs lets his penis slip out. He reaches for her. She shakes her head turns and leaves becoming one with the trees again. *** Yet again, the caustic words of the attention seeking word whore, dance across the comments box. Look at me, they scream, as they leave her mouth which is almost bigger than her tits. She may enjoy lashing others with her tongue, but today she will be lashed, her fat rump will ripple to my leather flogger. Perhaps the most delightful act will be the ball gag that she fights against, stripping her of her source of power. A flashing strikes, my enjoyment building, her fat arse, rippling and wobbling. Maybe for the first time, she will turn me on. *** This is my secret place, the verdant hollow above the flowered meadow. I pause here on my walks, seeking solace from life's loneliness in this feral hideaway. Who are you? I ask when she appears in the tangled gap, silhouetted by the sun. The one you wished would find you. A rising wind swirls up as we embrace, each inflamed by the others yearning. Hard and hot it furies now as we feast upon body and soul, I of earth, her, the stars. The ground beneath us quivers and quakes, radiating out our wailing release as we become one forever. *** Standing in the alley, her back against the wall. Right Darlin', use a condom and no kissing on the mouth. She hitched her skirt up while he struggled with the condom wrapper, so she took it from him and rolled it onto his half-limp cock. Then, spreading her legs wide, she attempted to push him inside her. What's up, Darlin'? Sandi, I am sick of this roleplay crap every time we go out. Can't we just have sex at home like normal people? Does this mean I am not getting paid, Eric? No, I am going home. *** I wasn't alone as the lift stopped between floors. The voice on the intercom said it would be fifteen minutes. Nervously, I looked at the man next to me and said. Fifteen bloody minutes. Smiling back, he said, What shall we do for fifteen minutes? I didn't mean to raise my eyebrows, I just did. Within seconds, his hands were on my breasts. I offered no resistance as he turned me, lifted my skirt, and entered me from behind. Caught in a moment of ecstasy, I started cumming. I was blushing as I left the lift, my husband following behind. *** Working in the warehouse Eric watched his boss pull up in her car. As she exited, her red dress rode up, giving Eric a long look at her cum stained panties. She caught Eric looking. Get on with your work. Then, grabbing her briefcase, she stormed indoors. Eric smiled because she knew he'd seen those panties before, when he had pulled them aside to fuck her pussy. You see, by day, she was a powerful woman running her own company. But alone together in the warehouse, she had become Eric's submissive slut, totally surrendering herself to his every lustful desire. *** Penny gasped at this new sexual experience. She'd been fucked before but never so knowingly. This guy's secret? Undoubtedly his slow pace. He'd warned while undressing her, I never rush. Slow kisses were long and luscious. Her breasts were slowly nuzzled. Fingers gently stroked her soaked labia. Craving increased, as his tongue brought new, unknown ecstasy. Her clit, raked slowly, bloomed. Her body jerked. An orgasm overwhelmed her. Deep licks now probed her entry. Hard cock followed ardently, driving with slow, steadily increasing thrusts. Together they climaxed. How soon? Fingering his flaccidity. Immediately. Slow kisses, long and luscious, began again. *** Scratching notes for tomorrow when I hear giggles. Check the monitor, one member left online. Jenny Rich, Accounts. Met her a few times pre-virus. About to close my side, she wiggles into frame, backing naked toward a couch pulling a sweet ginger with fat bouncing boobs. Jenny lounges and Ireland kneels between wide-spread legs, her delicious white ass jiggling. Moaning. Groaning. Fuck, they're good. Panties down, touching madly, trying to keep up. Swear I'll tell her. It'll be just this once. Swear! Then Jenny smiles directly at me, giving a lazy, sticky finger wave. Haven't cum so hard in ages. *** My first taste of sex satisfied me. Nipples peaked within his fingers. Clit swelled from his licks. His penetrating cock was enough. Then, my clit grew numb to his tongue. More. I needed more. My own fingers, frantically fucking and strumming, failed me. Like an alcoholic, one drink no longer sated me. Sexual cravings. that erotic high. smothered other thoughts. Boundaries were pushed. Clamped nipples, a whipped ass briefly quieted my ever-growing cravings, then I lay starving once again. Feeding my addiction grew dangerous. Aching to feel anything, I Iured three strangers from the dark pits. They simultaneously ravaged my holes, finally making me cream. Soon after, I craved more! *** Each morning, she applied Crimson Joy, two arcs to her bow and one long slide on the lower, anointing her lips with the sunny smile she wore each day and night. She was the mirror, awaiting the one who would truly see, that she would call forth to ecstasy. Waiting to escape, she kept her eyes downcast, until she saw him. He was all, she ever wanted, all she could ever want. She was determined that she would do anything required, to take him, claim him. She reached out, grasping and painting her lips on his, she stole his soul. Freedom claimed *** Francesca had reluctantly agreed to model in lingerie for the camera club. After a long evening, Francesca found herself quite alone with just five photographers. She readily removed her bra when asked, and as she became aroused stroking her pert nipples, she suddenly had the urge to display and show herself fully in front of the cameras. Slipping off her thong she lay on the sofa, her legs wide open wide. Oblivious to everything, her fingers began to play with her moist pussy. As her first orgasm washed over her, Francesca knew that she so wanted to do this again. *** Sweat was trickling down my cleavage and into my corset. His muffled screams were stifled by the ball gag as he frantically tugged at the straps restraining him to the frame. I selected a riding crop from the equipment table. He tensed as I ran the leather tress across his naked buttocks. I was ready. I took aim. THWACK! How many times . THWACK! . do I have to tell you? THWACK! You are supposed to leave . THWACK! . two pints of milk . THWACK! . every fucking day! *** I sexted with a preacher last night. He told me he's been curious about my pussy for years. He sent me a pic of his chest and his dick. I asked if he came yet, and he said yes but that he could cum again. So I sent him a pic and two naughty videos. He talked so dirty, and I could hear him jerking, so my wetness started running down my leg. Then finally, he sent a cumshot video, where he spurted multiple times while saying my name. *** Her smile is wide and her eyes bright as she approaches the counter. My hand is out, palm up as she reaches forward with hers. The key touches my skin first, her fingers follow and we both freeze in place. Eyes locked, heart rates up, a slight flush as the heat of our skin connects. Seconds pass slowly. I blink and she looks down as her fingers slowly trail away. Mere seconds of the sudden and erotic connection we both feel lead to a moment of awkward silence. The moment slips away. Her eyes are smoldering and her smile is demure as she leaves. One touch. *** Stan was in the bar when he received a text from wife, Lynn. In alley. Come quickly! Honey, I am naked under my coat. Damn! This was his own fault for suggesting their sex was getting stale. He downed his scotch and ordered another. He could wait, so could she. In the dimly lit alley, Stan could see Lynn's coat lying on the ground. He could make out a guy, pants down, hammering into her. Her arms around his neck. Hey Buddy, wait your turn, this chick's begging for it, the guy said. Too late, you bastard. Lynn glared at Stan. *** She's sleeping with him again tonight, his dream girl is. So sweet, so soft, so perfect she is. Her perfect hair brushing his face, her perfect breasts caressing his chest. She has all the perfect moves, his dream girl does. She always perfectly knows just what he needs. His hands caress her perfect curves. She brings him close to perfect climactic ecstasy. Up and down, in and out, she perfectly moves. Faster and harder he breathes. When the moment almost consumes him. He hears the alarm. Shit!. the messy sheets remind him once more, she'll always be his dream girl. *** Hesitantly, she relents she'll try anal if she can do him first. He begrudgingly concedes. Impatiently, she awaits an unmarked package. Wine chills and candles flicker as he relaxes on the bed until she enters, flaunting a harness and strapon dildo obscenely bobbing with each step. It's large and purple, and she must remind him, a deal is a deal. He whimpers when it stings like hell as she's slamming Big Purple into him, slapping his ass and calling him her little bitch. He wonders, who the fuck is this woman? Afterward, he asks, When can we do it again? *** Hubby wanted me to try some sexy role play with him. He asked me to pretend I was a hooker. I agreed to give it a try, just to make him happy. I got myself a really short skirt, stockings, and tight blouse. I dressed up like I imagined a hooker would look. On the night, he said I was really good at it. He actually said it was the best sex ever. I should be good I'd been practising outside all week. I managed to make enough money to buy a whole new wardrobe. I really like this game. *** Choose! How? You are identical in every way! Ah—that's all you know! Grinning in delight, off came the knickers, revealing their divergent honeypots, clashing like night and day. Feast your eyes—decide! Is my naked clam your choix préféré? A quim that is delicate, and smooth as silk subtle, and suggestive. Or perhaps, for you, au naturel is the crème de la crème? A nest juicy and carnal, mysterious and lusty—this bushy slit will delight and excite you, unlike that lewd and smutty temptress! Pfff—her indecent muff is flamboyant and shameless. Pick my glossy cherry, plush, and sleek! Choose! *** Carlos. Like every Thursday, she's draped her plucked and pampered body on the deck in her skimpiest possible. Just for him to see. And as always, he gives a friendly smile, but doesn't make a damn move. Once again, she stamps inside to try and relieve herself with a toy, dreaming of his hard, sweaty body taking her deep, making her scream. Tools stowed, he leans against his truck and thumbs out a text on his phone. Just finished your place, vato. Got time for a beer and queer? Like you need to ask. Hurry up! Already fucking hard! *** Female moans invade my dreams of late. I wake, hearing tapping on glass. There's nothing outside the window. Over here, whispers her voice, luring me toward her. I find myself staring into a mirror. She appears. her face angelic. her body by Aphrodite. Closer, she begs. When my finger touches the glass, raw lust consumes me. Her hand protrudes the surface, grabbing my cock. Her strokes are all-knowing. The friction divine. My cock explodes, painting the mirrored face with cum. I blink, then gasp in horror, suddenly trapped within the oval shape. She smiles. free at last. *** She'd wanted him for so long. Watched him at all sorts of occasions weddings, christenings, even now at a funeral. And all that time, she'd looked at him and wondered. She'd seen him looking back. Saw the furtive glances when his wife or her husband wasn't looking. And now, the two of them crammed into the downstairs toilet. She pulled her black dress down as she knelt before she unzipped him. She ran her fingers along the hardening length. Even only half erect she knew. She gazed up at him. Fuck, you're so much bigger than your brother was. *** They had discussed everything, the flight to London, the studio setup, the dress code, the seduction, the photos and the bet. The day had come. Mateo was testing the camera when Maria swayed to the white bench and sat on the edge. She smiled. He clicked. Her penetrating eyes locked on to his. He clicked. Her legs parted, knowingly. He clicked. Her extended tongue invited him closer. He knelt down, crawling towards her, he clicked. When he could crawl no further, he discarded the camera and extended his tongue. She gasped. Only forty seconds, she giggled, I win! *** It is a lazy Saturday morning as I sit on the screened porch off our bedroom. I'm enjoying some coffee, with a blunt while watching the hummingbirds dart and dance. My wife walks out and kisses me good morning before kneeling between my legs and asking for her treat. I open my robe and her warm, wet mouth engulfs me. She runs her head up and down until driving hard, forcing the head of my cock to pop into her throat. Soon I grab her head and shove, pinning her down as I explode into her mouth. Thank you, Baby! *** Sue locked the library. Not homeward yet. Tall, handsome, that man remained, moving closer. What would he ask this time? Yesterday he'd mentioned Updike'sCouples'. You know about it? She did, and between bookcases, she'd unzipped him, his hardness filled her mouth. She swallowed eagerly. Today, he asked, KnowDelta of Venus'? She led him to the reading section, and immediately, she was spread on the table, skirt thrown back, panties around ankles. His tongue swept her soaking clit before his throbbing cock brought her rapture. Calming, she whispered, Wonderful, but couldn't we do it in our bedroom again? *** Entering the cafe, she sees her having a coffee and bun. She takes her into the bathroom and fucks her hard with two fingers against the door. She gets eaten in return, spread wide on the counter top. They straighten their clothes and makeup. Ritual over, another work week begins. *** She had not known it would lead to this simply saying hello to the handsome stranger at the grocery store as he perused the melons. But, here she is, his big, strong hands squeezing her melons as she rides his big, hard cock, screaming in ecstasy. *** You're late. You're naked. Mmm, and wet. Fingers deftly unbutton his shirt and trousers as he shrugs off his clothes to press his naked body against mine. You smell delicious, he says, kissing my neck and nibbling on my ear. I want you, I moan softly. Do you, now? he seductively asks while he moves down my collarbone until he reaches the swell of my breast. Yes, I do. Please, take me, use me, love me, I beg with frenzied panting. Mmm, how can I resist? Nothing could stop me from devouring you. Mom? Dad? I'm home! Fuck! *** I walked into the room and saw my wife, naked and her legs spread wide. A man was rubbing the moist tip of his large cock up and down on her wet lips. He slid in with little effort and her vagina lips spread wide to accept him. He started slow and then began going faster. I loved watching my wife's back arch up as she was close to having an orgasm. He picked up the pace and then buried his cock deep inside her and I watched as his balls tightened up as he filled her pussy, with cum. *** Back to college, back to the dorm, back to my slutty ways. We were strangers not too long ago, but now he's back at my dorm. On my bed, my legs spread and wrapped around his shoulders as he pushes into my warm tight little pussy. So good to be back at college, feels really good as I rub my clit, as I moan as he fucks me. My skirt hiked up, him squeezing and sucking on my tits. Thrusting harder and harder as we both start cumming and exploding. Back to my dorm and back to my slutty ways. *** As the sun bleeds into the evening sky, we walk hand in hand to our sacred spot. That place where we met so many years ago! That place that we went back to, again and again, and we built our dream. Making love as the sun goes down, grey hair is banished as we recapture our youth! As our lips dance, passion ripples through my body, setting fire to my soul. Our reunion, sweeter than the manuka, glistens and drips from between your thighs. My face held fast by thighs that for years held another in their sway. *** His slow, deliberate touch makes my pulse race uncontrollably. His fingers are soft yet pressing on my moist skin. His lips are electric yet palliative on my yearning lips. His steeled blade slides slowly into my sheath without resistance, the perfect fit. Overcome, he impales me faster in response to my cries for more. Harder. Deeper. He stills for another kiss. Then he pushes the air from my lungs as he impales me again. So deep inside, my womb ceases. Repeatedly he enters me until I climax. Screaming his name, I open my eyes. Darkness. It's just a dream. *** He was washing his hands when she walked into the bathroom. She indicated that he should unzip her black dress and his trembling hands did as she asked. He was astonished when her dress hit the floor. She hooked her fingers into her knickers. Shall I? He nodded. He had made up his mind that it would be shaved. It was, but he was amazed by the sheer length of her cock. Her smile was copacetic and the kiss caused her erection to brush against his excited state. My place or yours? She asked. Right here, he replied, squeezing hard. *** Aaliyah's charming face is thoughtful as she interrupts, Dear Sir, I seek to comprehend my allure to you? My Lady, I drink you in with all my senses—your delicate crease, appealing to glimpse and silky to touch. Your scent is enticing and draws me to you with its stirring fragrance. Your delectable nectars, taste that fan the flames of my lust, my scorching need of you. You awaken my primal man, and it is intoxicating. You're the drug, and I'm addicted you overwhelm me. With a content sigh, Aaliyah lays back and gently guides my head back between her thighs. *** Bent over his knee, with her skirt over her back and her panties around her ankles, she closed her eyes tightly and bit her lower lip in anticipation of the first spank. As she braced for the impact of discipline, he eased her by caressing her bottom, softening her body to receive the sting of his firm hand. The contrast of his touches punished and soothed her reddening cheeks, making her squirm in his grasp. By the end, she wasn't sure if she considered the act punishment or foreplay, but it was clear that her body belonged to her Dom. *** I wrote a poem about asphyxiation. She said it took her breath away. She came to me, we kissed, and well, slowly over the next few days and weeks, she revealed all her other desires one by one. First the clamps, the paddle, her need to be pushed to the very limit of her sexual expression. When she was pushed to her limits, her body a seething mass of pleasure. Her orgasmic call in the night, a primeval scream which captivates my soul. Her only plea, on bended knee, that I don't ever give away her identity and spoil our secret. *** For this special occasion, Elizabeth selected a black four-piece set that included a matching bra, thong, and garter belt with wraparound leg straps for a trendy look. The set featured cut-out details across the bra cups and thong, plus an engraved rose gold zipper on the back of the bra with a large, swan hook fastening added to the garter belt to top off the seductive embrace. The prominent rose gold components accentuated the set with an opulent touch designed to make a statement. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she nodded in approval before opening the bathroom door. *** I introduced my date to Mr. Penis, my best friend and confidant. The conversation went well until she introduced Mr. Penis to her friend Puss in boots. I had never seen Mr. Penis react in that way before he started to shake and twitch and his nose started to run, it wasn't a pretty sight. I handed him a handkerchief, but he caught me and puss in boots unaware when he threw up all over her. Of course, I apologised profusely on his behalf, but it's the first and last time I'll be double dating for a while. *** What would it be like to meet my Lush lover? Would our first kiss be slow and sensual, hard and passionate, or a gentle kiss that turns frantic? I imagine our first fuck as fast and intense. Him taking me against the door or a wall, penetrating me while we're still mostly dressed. His semen marking me physically for the first time. But our next fuck? Unhurried and tender. Time spent learning, exploring, and tasting after loving virtually for so long. A tear escapes my eye as reality sets in because we'll forever be just a fantasy, never to meet. *** I left my husband and his brother drinking in the lounge. I was too tired and squiffy so went to bed. It must have been about two or three in the morning when I woke up. Thirsty and tired, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. It was dark. His brother had crashed, snoring on the sofa. Hubby was asleep on the floor, I nearly tripped over him. I took him to bed and we made love. I woke to the sound of the front door closing. Hubby was asleep, snoring on the sofa. Oh dear, oops. *** We've ridden hard and fought well, with two towns taken and much spoils to divide. Balic! Can't complain tonight, you greedy turd! Fuck you, Carna! he sneers. Not enough young men. I murmur quietly, to knowing smiles. Horse tended, I push through the flaps of my tent. Palia hurries to tie them fast. I groan, shedding the battles. Slapping my hands, deft fingers strip the silk cloth binding my breasts. Beside the fire, she anoints my body with warm oil, easing the ache. Her magic renews my tired bones. Hunger rising fast, we each soon take the woman we love. *** In a hotel room, hundreds of miles from her husband, Maxine's hands trembled as she dialed the number on the card. Hang up and get a fucking grip, she reprimanded herself. The forces of opposite moralities clashed in her mind, but her vulnerable flesh betrayed her. The raging fire between her thighs melted her pussy into her panties, and she succumbed to her immoral desires by dialing again. Yes, I want to order a male escort, she said. Admiring the night lights from the window, she stripped naked. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, she deviously reasoned. *** Despite her folded wings, he recognized her rare beauty. imagined that which she kept hidden. With soft whispers, he approached her, careful not to frighten. His lips coaxed hers open his tongue taught hers to dance. He witnessed her first flutter when his fingers stroked her center. She was transforming. Hunger ravaged her. Spreading wide, she craved him inside her. His fuck illuminated her! With wings colored with confidence, her arousal carried her to ecstasy. She soared with her newfound freedom. Would she return? Yes. For she coveted the safety of his net woven with trust, understanding, and passion. *** With her feet about shoulder-width apart and toes slightly turned out, Melanie dropped her weight on her heels, slowly lowering her butt to the ground. When her cheeks rested on her lover's thighs, she ground her hips to rub his bulbous head on her cervix. Pushing off her heels, she came back up his shaft until only his tip was inside. As the reps went by, she picked up the pace, with every bounce of her cheeks accompanied by a jolt of sexual ecstasy that she hadn't experienced in years of marriage. That's perfect squat form, her personal trainer said. *** Ding, Ding My nipples harden. My pussy aches. It's him. I have never felt his touch. He has never kissed my lips. I have only ever seen his words on my screen, and yet, he is the sexiest man I have ever known. His prose escalates me to pleasure with more skill than any man who has lain in my bed. He writes of his desire to touch me and lick me, then to fill me and fuck me, until my body swims in waves of orgasmic decadence. Words of gratitude and salutations, then the long wait till tomorrow. *** I want your kisses. I want them on my face and just below my ear. I want to feel that rasp of stubble as you kiss where my neck meets my shoulder. I want your affectionate, playful kisses nipping at the corners of my mouth. I want your gentle ones on my lips. I want to trace your lips with the tip of my tongue, and you to return the pleasure with more pressure. Yes! I want your fervour, the puff of your breath punctuating each cascade of kisses, the lushness of your mouth on mine. I want your kisses. And then I want more. *** When was the last time someone listened to your soul? Not your words, but your actual soul? When I saw the question on social media, I smiled. I can actually say my lover does. It is so strange I have never met him physically, yet he takes the time to listen, to give of himself. Why did I fall in love with him, because he took the time to firstly to see my soul, buried under all the crap of life piled on top. Then, to listen to my soul's voice, then make those desires come alive, within me. *** After eight years of marriage, our sex life had grown stale and dull. Take me by surprise, I told him, Any time. Nearly a week passed. Not another word was said. I was sitting at my desk working on my last Lush story. The door burst open. He gently pulled me up from the office chair, then pushed me down, so I was bent over my writing desk. He reached around and undid my jeans, yanking them down. Then my panties. He entered me from behind and fucked me like he hadn't in years. Hopefully, this story will inspire him! *** I watched my drunk wife get steered into a field by two men from the pub. They kissed her, hands probing under her skirt, then requested she remove her knickers. She initially said no, but once they convinced her, I listened to the sounds of her smooth, wet pussy being penetrated and her groans. They took turns fucking her, filling her married, unprotected pussy and throat with multiple loads of semen. I got home and pretended to be asleep. When she entered our bedroom, I could see her dress clinging to her spunk-soaked pussy. I've never been so hard. *** I'd like to read a story like that, she said. I knew her secret longing for the touch, caress, kiss of a passionate woman. I showed her where to read a story like that, and many more. Would you ever. really? I asked. I'm afraid I'd panic. run away, was her weak excuse. A message sent, an address given, a date set. Would her touch be as expressive as her words? I led her from the hot bath to the chair, naked, fastened. moistening. A tap at the door, and I greeted her author. She's upstairs. I will return tomorrow. *** Thank goodness the pandemic is over because I was the twelfth woman to take the stripper's hard cock in my mouth. It was such a beautiful cock, though, that none of us could resist! I'm sure there were many wet pussies in the room, something a lot of husbands should appreciate later. He was about to move on, but when I felt his sudden throb, I knew I'd won the coveted prize. I took the first spurts in my mouth, but then let the remainder cover my lips and chin and drip onto my blouse as everyone laughed and cheered. *** Here we go again, I think sitting up in bed, No 106 is at it again. It starts like it always does: him bellowing, calling her a slut, her slamming doors, telling him to get out. Muffled talk from her kitchen.Then the rhythmic squeaking of the bed. Her loud, raw moans entice me to reach into my pyjama bottoms. I've seen her before, a pretty little blonde thing. This guy only comes for the night sometimes. Haven't seen him yet. Do they know about the paper thin walls? My suspicion grows every week they do. Time to introduce myself. *** How does it work? he asked the wizard. Essentially, the potion alters your personal scent to match your loved one's desires. But. Yes, I know. Is she really that beautiful? As fair as the sun. He breathed deeply of her scent, pressing his nose to her bare, honeyish skin. He watched her tug on his cock, coating it with saliva. Her eyes sparkled with youth, joy, and life. As the sun rose on his ninetieth birthday and last day on earth, he looked at the twenty-year-old sleeping naked by his side and he knew he'd taken the perfect route out. *** I like oral sex, I enjoy sucking cock and eating pussy and love it when my partners do the same. In fact, it's one of my criteria with any sex partner! I remember the first time a partner refused to reciprocate, it really pissed me off and helped make me more selective. I am also a practitioner of safe sex, as we all should be. Condoms, and even a dental dam, prevent more than just an unwanted pregnancy. However, a word of advice for gentlemen who ask for a blow-job . lubricated condoms kill the mood and taste freaking awful! *** To most, his belt was a boring accessory with a singular purpose. To me, it was an extension of the man — another appendage to fulfill the desires I'd kept sequestered. My eyes never left the leather that hissed against the fabric loops as he stripped the belt from his trousers. I likened it to a snake, imagining its potent bite once quickly uncoiled. He knew the role of anticipation. Made me wait until I bloomed red with indescribable arousal laced with fear. Snap! My pussy spasmed when the pinpoint pain, that only he understood, blossomed across my bottom. *** I had never been with a woman like Layla. She was hot and knew how to work her body She came up to me one day at work and whispered in my ear, I want your sexy ass! She spanked my ass and turned me around. I will have your pussy! Do you understand? Kissing my red lips, not giving me a chance to think. I was so wet for her. She walked away, giving me something to look at. Later that night, I was all hers. Two women making love. Needing each other and enjoying the moment. *** I'd ordered it online. The harness fit perfectly, the toy nice and big. After his shower, as he stood at the sink, I crept up behind him, surprising him when I reached between his legs and grabbed his balls. Bend over. What? You heard me. Your turn this time. He obeyed, and I slipped the lubed head of the dildo between his cheeks. He gasped, and moaned, Ohhh, god, when I penetrated him a good, hard ass fucking later, he groaned and spurted all over the floor. The third surprise was that I came as hard as he did! *** Is this you, Brian? Jake! Brian paused for a moment in surprise, seeing his friend on the nude beach, especially when a woman's head was buried between his knees. The curvy, naked woman's nails pressed into Brian's thighs as he held her head tightly, pushing her mouth deeper into his thick, pulsating meat. Jake looked at her nude back, and round ass as he stood behind her. Have fun, he smirked and walked away. Get up your boyfriend's gone. Eve gagged and coughed as Brian pulled his cock out, and his thick, white milk dribbled out of her mouth. *** The plane was cruising at altitude and she was almost asleep, when his hand slipped under the blanket, onto her bare thigh, and crept up. She responded instantly, legs parting, clit throbbing, juices already pooling. Marauding fingers slipped under the lace of her panties, stroked over slick lips, fluttered across her swollen nub. Finally, two digits filled her needy cunt, invading, stretching perfectly. She thrust herself onto them as they found her g-spot and massaged firmly. Suppressing a moan, she tensed and came, her juices flooding over his hand. Turning towards him, she smiled. Nice to meet you. I'm Zoe. *** What do you see when you look? Do you turn away, or pause and look more closely? So often we only see but a mere fraction of what's happening What do you feel when you look? While some see only the collar, chain, and cuff, some see the purity of submission. Whilst others see only rough play and full possession. Do you see a woman on her knees and a man's dominating hand? But she feels peace She finds quiet in her mind's sanctuary where she can escape into the dark dominion Safe Protected by His love *** Dress sexy, he said. Wear something short, and no undies, he said. They're good guys, and they all think you're hot. You'll have fun. I had a better plan just undies, nothing else! We'll see what he thinks about that. He's right, they are good guys. Most of them have hit on me before when they've come to our house to watch the game just kidding, I think, but maybe not. I hope my sweetie can cope, just in case. God, I'm so wet just thinking about it! I've heard David is totally hung. Tonight, I hope to find out. *** She just wanted some peace and quiet. The a/c was out again, the window fully open against the sweltering night. She was mangling the sheets trying to sleep in the city's persistent cacophony. She heard the creak of the fire escape and watched my naked leg slip over the sill. My lips sealed up her squeal as the ice pack skated across belly and breasts. My heat followed the wet, making steam billow between her open legs. I slipped the cold beneath her climax-arching neck, then crept away, closing the window behind me. Peace for her at last. And quiet. *** I take a shower while he orders dinner. When I come out, he's tying my bikini bottom over his face, swimmer's muscles rippling, speedo bulging. This'll be fine for pickup, right? His mischievous eyes hook my pussy and reel me in. I rip the fabric off and lash him with lips and tongue, my own aroma intoxicating. I push him on the bed, crawl up his body and straddle his mouth. Gravelly stubble. Slippery tongue. I cum hard, grinding my clit over his nose. They say we should cover our face whenever possible,he mumbles. Sounds good to me.' *** So, you want a quickie, in one hundred words? Or less. We can do it. I have a plan. How? Lift your dress up, I'll pull your knickers down. You bend over the desk. Go on then. I am ready. You'll have to wait while I get hard. What? Won't take long. Take as much time as you want, while I am bent over this effing desk. Ready. Here I come . For God's sake. Come on. Get on with it. We are running out of words. Hey! Watch, where you are putting that. We have four more . Damn! *** Still hard, his cock glistened shamelessly. His cum, her pussy juice. I'd never seen my husband so stiff, so aroused! Slurp it up. Taste our lust, our excitement! my best friend cooed wickedly. Their exhilarated gaze fixed on me, my lips and tongue tentatively complied. I tasted their gooey essence and moaned. It's what you wanted? Mouth full and cheeks reddening, I nodded. She laughed delightedly. Me too. More? Yes, I whispered submissively. Smirking, she straddled my face. He's mine now, she purred triumphantly. No going back. I whimpered acceptance as my tongue welcomed the embrace of her sticky ring. *** The attraction was instantaneous, and the timing impeccable. In a drunken fog, we connected in the dark hall. Your legs coiled around my hips as we struggled to satisfy our carnal appetites. So soon over, but it painted a lasting memory. I remember your face, the taste of your lips, the fragrance of your skin, and the feel of your sex. We believed we had time, and I did not learn your name. We were separated back in the party chaos, where I later sought you to no avail. I still search and find you in my painted memories. *** Natalie radiated confidence in her carefully selected outfit as the swaying of her hips in rhythm with the clacking of her high heels left a trail of famished eyes. Underneath the pencil skirt that accentuated her hourglass figure, her toned legs were delicately encased by the sheer fabric of her thigh high stockings. Wedging between her plump derriere, her lace thong clung to her damp lady bits, keeping her jeweled butt plug in place. The occasion wasn't a special night with her husband, it was a meeting with her boss to discuss her career advancement. *** You feel my length against you, you are wearing six-inch cfm heels, a gem hanging in front of your hard clitty, and cupless bra. Your nipples puckering even more when you see your boss there in torn clothes, hands bound above her head. Breasts spilling out of her black bra. The strap-on lay on the bed with nipple clamps, pinwheels, bucket of ice, soy candles... For me? you ask. I simply nod as I take a seat. You are such a cunt! you whisper. She bites her lip as she presses her breasts forward, FUCK YOU! she says... *** Blushing furiously, I flooded the soft cotton as his mouth brushed the outline of my panties. Head lifting, his eyebrows rose in silent question. Trembling, I lifted my bottom he carefully slid the drenched material down and, lifting the crotch to his nose, inhaled deeply. I couldn't believe he wanted to do this! Encouraged by his radiant smile, I shyly parted my legs, giving myself to him. I gasped as his lips touched me. Delicately, his tongue delved, gently exploring. Oh. My. God! Yes! Right there! Mouth open in silent scream, my nails raked his scalp as I fizzed. *** What am I doing Here? I'm too prudish for Here. This is not me. But it can be. No one Here knows the real me? Only you know the real you. No one sees me Here? They will see the You that you want them to see Here. Are you sure Here is a safe place? Here is the safest place to be who you want to be. I'm here already. I might as well get started. Go get em, Sexy One. Hello. Kitty Kat Here. I am a Slut and my Pussy is open, wet with anticipation, awaiting instructions. *** We both transferred in late, so got roomed up together. One glance between us was all it took. The only question was whose bunk, mine or hers? She was a big-boned Ohio girl, full-breasted, with nipples like fat, pink teats demanding a hard suckling. We both froze when thumping boots stopped outside. Immediate, by order of D. Eisenhower, commanding. Any female officer suspected of immoral behavior, alone or in company, shall be reported immediately to a superior officer, Sergeant Jacobs intoned, then hissed, So make sure both those racks look used before inspection, damn it! Yes Ma'am, we giggled back. *** She was waiting for me, the older lady from yesterday. Going to wank for me? I nodded. Follow me. I followed her towards a barn containing straw. Sitting down, she told me to strip off my jeans and kneel before her. Ok, get to it young man she ordered. Grabbing my very stiff cock I began masturbating. Nice! she commented. She undid her top exposing large, bare breasts. Encouragement for you lad she said. It was too much. I quickly spunked over her full breasts. Tomorrow you can cover my arse with your spunk. Ok? she said, grinning. *** Her eyes above her mask stared into mine. I stared back, aroused by the anonymity of a masked mature female masturbating opposite me in a sparsely populated train carriage. I too, was masked, my stiff cock out for her to watch me masturbate. No words spoken, the freedom to do this erotic act with a stranger and yet stay anonymous was intensely thrilling. Her skirt hitched up, legs spread wide, knickers removed, revealing a glistening wet pussy being urgently fingered. Watching, I wanked in response. Panting, the only vocal contact we had until the ecstasy of mutual orgasms joined us. *** Editors Pick I tousle my hair in my mild insomnia-infused hangover. Eyes reduced to narrow slits, I adjust to the stingingly bright All SaintsDay noon sun hitting my porch where I was sleeping. Vague memories of seductive buttocks juicy as an overripe peach and wide enough to spill over both sides of a chair seep through the misty haze that once was my brain—the reminiscence of a wild tryst. A content smile—until I see the orange carved pumpkin, backside sprayed with congealed white streaks above a hole labeledinsert hallow-weenie here'. That's it, no more LSD, I mutter to myself. *** We met in a park and friendship developed, sharing the single-parent circumstance. You're trembling! Trying to quit smoking. for her. Without warning, she exposed her breast. Whoa! What are- Trust me. It'll satisfy your urge. My lips latched onto her engorged breast. Sucking, tasting her milk calmed me within minutes. She stroked my hair. Better? I nodded, mouth full. Over time, my compulsion to smoke morphed into a yearning for her. Today, we share a smoke-free life, raising our babies as siblings. And my oral fixation. let's just say she satiates my cravings with a plethora of pleasurable things. *** The heat finally broke so we opened up the house and were on the couch when things started heating up between us. The couch, the floor, the coffee table, and eventually the bedroom. We used every toy we owned and we did it loud and proud! Exhausted, we curled up recovering when we heard this noise — applause! Out the window, I saw a dozen of my neighbors sitting in lawnchairs around my bedroom window laughing their asses off. Did I mention we might have been a little loud? My GF took a freaking bow! No wonder I love her! *** I look up from my book. What, this again? It saves time. Those five. She points to the far wall of tables. Pushing back my glasses, I do a slow scan. Way straight. Femlez. Tran. Straight, but curious. The last? You don't want to know. So let's see about tonight. She goes across to score my judgements. The last ropes tightened, legs spread wide, she's liquid with anticipation. Her eyes flick to the chamber door. Wearing a hungry smile Mistress returns, the glistening cock strapped between latex legs swaying to her strut. Sometimes getting it wrong is getting it right. *** Her dripping satisfaction tastes even better from your delivering glans, just as the upcoming tang of your pleasure profusely doused over her creamy, silky platter will be—that intoxicating flavour merging the best of both worlds. Come on, now. Serve me. Looking down at you, your eagerness, your lust, your thirst for her. for me. I almost lost it right there. Your mouth, your tongue, her cunt, a distinctive contrast to paradise but equal in magnificence. The glint I spy, that knowing look. You place it back as I drive it home. Spent inside her, your coveted prize awaits. *** My lips find her neck's descent, feeling the rising pulse. Down they go to join my fingers already taking the measure and form of her breast. Breasts. What spawned my fascination? My obsession really? Did it first start with envisioning iconic womanhood beneath concealing clothes? Was it envy, mine ever remaing bra-refuting bumps? Or discovering their infinite, subtle variety? The tactile thrill of them filling my hand, the reaction of nipple to moist, craving kiss? I jerk away as her finger sharply flicks my ear. One brow arched, she looks me hard in the eyes. You're thinking again, aren't you? *** Just standing there, naked, stroking my stiff cock. I was on my apartment balcony admiring the two curvy, shapely older ladies sunbathing naked in next door's garden. Both women were watching me, as they had the previous three days. Soon I increased my stroke rate, needing to ejaculate. The women watched intently as I spurted my cum, then called out, Tomorrow? I just nodded in answer. *** When I told hubby that I'd finally landed a speaking role, he was delighted. He told all his mates I was going to be a star. When the script arrived, he said he'd help me rehearse the lines. How nice. His face changed when I started reading. Oh baby, you are so big, let me suck it. That's it baby, take any hole. Spit-roast me with your friend, take me anyway you want. Yes baby, yes. That feels so good. Cum on my tits It was only a shampoo advert really, but the look on his little face was priceless. *** Unable to watch further, retreating from the darkened doorway. Awkwardly shuffling towards the bathroom, pants around his knees, hand, thighs, clothes coated with copious amounts of cum. He couldn't recall the last time he came so hard. Staring into the mirror acknowledging reality.Twas over, their relationship irrevocably shattered, never to be resurrected. Now was time to leave. Business to take care of, reset life. Pausing at that door watching the pounding. Listening. Words familiar. Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me hard, make me your slut, his wife pleading. He hesitated one moment. God, he was going to miss Daddy. *** My lips brushed each wrist and ankle before locking them in place. She wanted this. Asked me to do it. Begged, even. I burrowed the vibrating plug into her naughty hole. Duct taped the Hitachi wand to her thigh. Gagged her pretty, dirty mouth. My kinky girl, I whispered. Straddling her chest, I tortured her nipples. She quivered. Jerked against restraints. Eye contact became vital. Purposeful Blink. My cue. Grasping each end of the scarf, I pulled. Tighter. Thirty seconds passed. My timing had to be perfect. Sudden bucking broadcast her orgasm. Her face contorted. Then. stillness. Blink! I yelled. *** Claudia's red bra and panties stood out from the trail of clothes leading up to her marital bed, where her moans of pleasure drowned out the sound of her ass clapping on the thighs of the man who was replacing her husband. After years of an unfulfilling sex life, she surrendered to lustful temptation. She ceased to be a loyal housewife. Her anxiety and guilt dissipated to the rhythm of his thrusts. The punishment for being a bad wife was the delicious sting of her lover's hand on her ass. Her descent into depravity was in full effect. *** Her body trembled as she walked inside the dark house. Why did I decide to do this? she asked herself, suddenly feeling moist. Take off your cloak, a voice instructed her. The next thing she knew, she was naked on a hard surface. She was poked, prodded, and had something with the taste of pumpkin inserted into her mouth. Unable to see, she listened to the various types of moans and delights of pleasure that surrounded her. She felt fingers gently pull on her most sensitive spots. She writhed and was stopped in her tracks. Ready for your turn? Yes. *** I travel solo, and when I do, I leave my toys at home. The joy comes from checking into a fancy hotel and examining the room. I search high and low for something to hump. I get off and get turned on by leaving my filthy marks. Sometimes I use the phone. There have been times that I've used the remote. But my favorite object is the accent decorative pillows. I love to pull back the sheets, peel off my wet panties and position the pillow between my legs. I hump and moan until I cum all over the bed. *** The silky touch of your porcelain globes thrill me as your bra floats to the floor. Stiffening nipples fill with eagerness to meet my extending tongue half way. I love that you moan as my mouth clasps around your crinkling areolas like fireworks exploding around the base of the Eiffel tower, a feeling that my tongue will never get tired of as the tip races to catch up with your ever-changing landscape. Fingers plunge into your soothing, pliable flesh. And while I suck hard on one - my other hand weighs the possible options left open to me. *** Take a long hard (!) look at this photo. What does it do for you? I'm good friends with these girls, so that makes it special. More importantly, I know they are in love. Easy so far? It's a bit more complicated than that – they are a throuple - new word for me too! They enjoy each other as a threesome, and as pairs - four combinations. Lucky dogs, eh? Why I especially like this picture is the expression of love and sexual attraction encapsulated by the gentle hand on each other's bottom. Oh to make it a quadrouple! *** The room is candle-lit, her baelist anthems pulsing muted in the background. It's been another long, demanding day. She so needs this time away from the grasping, carnivorous crowd of handlers and producers and fallacious friends. Naked and entwined, there is no rush to their lovemaking. They taste and tease, tempering the urgency. Nearing the edge as biting, licking kisses descend, she spreads her legs and opens herself to the release that will ravage her, brushing away the onerous burdens she suffers inside. Alone in bed, she laments not hiring two girls before and wonders where they bought their shoes. *** Get in here now! I'm sorry! Sorry doesn't cut it—you embarrassed me in front of everyone! What were you thinking? I—I didn't really expect it to go like that. Have you any idea what people are saying? I was just doing what I thought was right. Were you? I don't think the Headmistress agreed. Get your skirt and knickers off. But. Do it! You can't! I bloody well can! It won't be the first time you've been spanked today, will it? No, but. Anyone would think you enjoyed it! I'm sorry, Jenny. You should be. Bend over, Mum. *** Sex gets a bit stale after a few years of marriage. We started doing it less and less. I asked him if there was a way we could spice things up a bit, but as he said, we'd tried most things. Something had to be done, I suggested a threesome. I told him I wasn't the jealous type and perhaps we should give it a try. It was obvious that he was really up for it. Great, I said. Leave it to me. I'll arrange everything for the weekend. Imagine his surprise when his younger brother turned up, delicious. *** She disobeyed me. So I held out my hand, which gracefully she took, bent her over my knee, lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and spanked. She was normally such a good girl - a cautious, careful girl, never wanting public attention on herself. Yet here she was, without anxiety, receiving a public spanking. Only one person inhabited her mind. She had made her decision. The spanking finished. I didn't force or demand as many would I simply opened her eyes to truth. As orgasm ripped and ravaged across her wanton form, she freely gave her submission. *** Rachel smiled and watched her fiancé's face as she presented the pre-wedding gift she'd brought him. He'd been so demanding, but she was holding firm. Maybe this would do it. She looked down at the naked girl on her knees, unbuckling his belt. That's it, my darling. Take the needy little slut. Fuck her. Use her. She'll love it. She wants it. She needs it. She's yours. From now until the day we get married, her body belongs to you. And then, on our wedding night, you'll finally get my precious virginity. Just imagine how good that's going to feel. *** Cock poised at the entrance to her welcoming cunt, Sarah looked toward me and smiled. Tim slowly and deliberately slid his thick meat between her waiting lips. My wife moaned blissfully as he stretched her hungry pussy. She leant forward and kissed him with undisguised passion as he slowly fucked her. Her limbs embraced him with growing excitement, trapping his organ possessively in her wanton snatch. He pulsed, spewing hot, potent seed into her womb, triggering her euphoric climax. Adorned with hot, sticky cum, Tim's monster finally slithered out. Grinning wickedly, Sarah kissed the tip gently, then beckoned me over. *** Melissa's thighs opened wide. Touching her pussy, she looked into Mary's eyes. Do it! Mary looked at her husband, he shook his head from the phone's screen, poised on the bedside table. Fuck him, Mary. He's not here, you are. Mary hesitated. You want to eat it. Desperation is written all over your face, girl. Melissa glanced sideways, another shake of the head. Mary could smell her arousal. Melissa's dipping fingers didn't help matters. You're dying to do it. Another shake of the head, from him. Mary lurched forwards as if dragged by an invisible lead. The taste was outstanding. *** I remember the rumors. The rumors about having the best night of your life in this pumpkin patch. I'm lying here, naked in the dirt, feeling the night breeze on my exposed and swollen pussy. Nothing is happening and I'm beginning to feel foolish. As the moon disappears behind a cloud, I sigh and begin to sit up on my elbows when I feel something cold slowly slipping inside me, getting thicker as it penetrates deeper. As I lay back down and another vine slides into my ass, I smile. Guess the rumors were true, I whisper in the dark. *** I'll never forget my first orgasm. It happened quite late in my life. I was twenty-eight, and it was our fifth wedding anniversary. Sex at that time was fantastic. He was deeper inside me than ever before. I remember an unusual feeling in my stomach and groin I really wasn't ready for it. Something special was about to happen. My wet pussy was tightening around him. And then, oh my god: The most powerful feeling of exquisite ecstasy engulfed my entire body. I just wish my husband could have been there, but he was down the pub at the time. *** Melinda's message, Jack eats roots and leaves, had me cooking Ottolenghi's vegan one-pan orecchiette puttanesca. Eating and enjoying, Jack asked, Meat? Sure! I whipped my knickers off. Dessert instead, he said, smirking. Bending me over the chaise longue, he wrapped fingers in my hair. Snapping my head back, he thrust his thick meat into my wet, welcoming quim, and fucked me hard, stretching my squelching pussy. Grunting, he filled my twat with cum. Surprisingly, he then walked out the door, leaving me well short of my orgasm. My bad, for I hadn't noticed Melinda's comma. Jack eats, roots and leaves. *** The yellow top cried out to me and I stopped running along the coastal path. My daughter's friend, Melissa, hidden behind a boulder, eagerly pushing the other girls head down her body. Her leg on a ledge, and her hand prising her knickers to one side, body arched. I was transfixed. Unable to move. My own hand searched the top of my jogging pants and my hand slipped down inside. I was soaked, watching the redhead's tongue extend before Melissa's hand crushed her face into her cunt. I sighed I could only imagine the taste as I caught Melissa's eye. *** Pushing through the popping flashbulbs, Jimmy Big Fish hustles the battered fighter down the tunnel to the change room. Gloves stripped off and windings cut away, he looks across the room and nods. In the hall, shouting epithets at reporters, Jimmy hears the kid's guttural groan. He opens the door and grimaces at his contender splayed out, silks draped off one foot, his thick cock twitching, leaking out a last snake of cum. He takes a beating, says the young man coming out, but he sure seems to like it. Plucking the offered bills, he wiggles by with a smile. *** I remember the way her soft hands gently squeezed my breasts. I remember how wet she made me. I remember how her fingers stroked my wet pussy, gently easing deep inside me. I remember how she knelt in front of me, lifting my dress and slipping my knickers down. I remember her expert tongue as she eased the orgasm out of me. I remember how she dug her nails into my buttocks as I was cumming. I remember my scream as the pain intensified my orgasm. I want her again, I need her again. I just can't remember her name. *** The two women sit opposite each other, legs spreading slowly. Their right hands slide up between their thighs. Cupping and massaging, each mirroring the other's movements. Two fingers penetrate each pussy simultaneously. Eyes focus between each other's thighs, their fingers moving together. The left hands join in, strumming in metronomic harmony. A little nod. It's time. Their clitoral choreography reaches its exquisite climax. Each girl gasps, throwing her head back and her arms wide. Vaginal muscles clench in synchrony. A perfect duet. There's an anxious wait. Then cheers. 9.675! Another gold for Team GB. Women's Synchronized Masturbation. *** I'd been texting a friend when we got there, so I'd waited in the car while Richard went in to shop for a new fishing reel. When he returned, I called him around to my side of the car and pointed at the ground. He frowned. What is that? Looks like cum. It is cum. Bullshit! No, really. A car pulled up and I wasn't paying any attention, but when I looked over the guy had his door open and was jerking off. Seriously? What did you do? I watched. C'mon, take me home. I'm so fucking horny I'm dripping! *** Sometimes, I use my fingers, dildo or a vibrator. Then there are times where I want to hump something. I enjoy imagining it's a person with me. So yesterday, I was humping my stuffed animal with its nose pressed against my pussy through my panties, on top of a pillow for added pressure. Then all of a sudden, something fell. I stopped masturbating and jumped up. I looked and saw nothing. But the sign on my doorknob was swinging. Someone was there. I was being watched. Who could it be besides Him? *** My heart pounds. Their lips meet. Their wine glasses set on the edge of the hot tub. My cock breaking, their feminine lips parting, tongues tentatively exploring each other. I moan as my wife caresses our guest's large breasts over her bikini. As they break their kiss, That was way hot, our guest smiles. My wife slides her hands up our guest's breasts and reaches behind her neck, untying her bikini top, Shall we continue? asks my wife I continued leaning back, watching my wife explore another woman, knowing this was going to our suite. *** You know that time in an argument when you say something you really shouldn't. Well, he hasn't been paying that much attention to me lately. I told him I had a secret lover. Who is he? I'll kill him. I'm not saying. I'll find out and bloody kill him, I'm not joking. Just tell me his name. His name? Yes, just give me the name. Is it someone I know? I'm not sure. Give me the bloody name! Okay, it's Sally. Sally? Yes. Do you mean, Sally is a woman? Yes. Oh, I see. A woman, can I watch? Men. *** Damon, the ruthless vampire, locked gazes with Selena, a malevolent demon chanting in a cursed pumpkin field beneath the haunting, full moon. Her sultry whispers, like tendrils of shadow, drew him closer, tempting him to abandon his insatiable hunger, and his icy caress awoke an inferno within her darkened soul. Their chemistry smoldered with rivalry and attraction as they danced on the edge of passion and peril, fangs bared and desires aflame. As the moon cast eerie shadows upon their bodies, entwined like vines on a sinister Jack-o'-lantern, they etched a forbidden love story, forever ensnared by Halloween's bewitching magic. *** Brooding clouds stir me deeply. Vibrations of distant rumbles provide foreplay. Raindrops tap the window, somehow soaking my panties. The intensity of the tempest loudly mimics my urgency. my compulsion. for you. Trembling with need, I peer out the window, praying you see the approaching storm. ◇◇◇ The raging storm within me, barely contained. A blinding flash casts your shadow tantalizingly close. In the intermittent darkness, I creep behind you, startling you with my lipsattention to the nape of your neck. My fingers discover a torrent of humid desire. Simultaneous thunderclap and my stunning clap whilst I whisper, Cum. *** The bad dream took my sleep away. I needed rest so I closed my eyes and tried. It didn't help so I got up. I made myself some hot chamomile tea to soothe and settle me. Nothing seemed to work. I started to sway and rock until my nipples hardened against the sheets. My pussy became moist, and my knees got weak. I put a pillow between my thighs and squeezed. I humped my pillow slow and hard. I bumped and grinded for hours until I came. I rocked myself to sleep. *** I close my eyes, focusing on the cock sliding in and out of my sore, reddened asshole. Moaning as I take his huge black cock into my used asshole, numb from all of the cocks that have come before it. I am full of spunk deep in my bowels. Grinning, feeling my last stud of the night cum then shuddering through another of my countless orgasms. I have poker chips under my knees, and I know there are a couple under my cheek that is plastered on the tabletop. I love when my husband loses at poker at our house. *** As I hold my wife's picture, guilt stabs me. What was I thinking? I repeat my promise to her - to us - that it won't happen again. Remorse tells me it meant nothing. I swear indifference when she enters my office. Lust, however, rises as her scent fills my nostrils. Before I know it, my hands open her blouse. Her nipples scream for my touch - my touch! Fuck me, she begs, with hands stroking my cock and ego. As I slide inside her pussy, I see my wife's picture. Just one last time. *** You never guess what, Sandra. What? At work today, I was standing outside the coffee room. I could hear Mick and Bob talking about me. What were they saying? You won't believe it. Bob was telling Mick that he loved my tits, and wanted to shag me. No, really? Yep, then Mick said he would love to shag me. He even said he'd do a better job. What did you do? I marched in and told them straight. What did you say? That there was only one way to find out. And? Well, Mick was right, he was much better. *** It's not my intention to be here. My daily plan is to wake up, pray, and meditate. Yet, every morning, I end up here to masturbate. Here I am at the break of dawn, breaking myself off. I get turned on by dirty messages, sexy pictures, and filthy chat room posts. I enjoy reading stories and masturbating as if I'm one of the characters. So, I hump my pillow and toys like a possessed animal in heat. I can't stop until I cum. I go for hours, sometimes until the sun comes up. We cum together daily. *** If I had no dildo I would be lonely. If I had only one whichever hole I put it in, the other would complain. And there are different dildoes for different occasions, of course. There's my egg and my feeldoe and various other toys. Then there's the whole box of spares. Sometimes I need something discrete. I found out that it's a bad idea to wear a heavy glass butt plug to work with no knickers. Now, where did I put the twelve-inch green one? Well damn! Whoever shouted, It's in your cunt, you daft bint, thank you very much. *** In your pussy would be nicer. All wonderfully coated. I was trying to get these words out of my mind. I'd messaged my Miss during the night shift, telling her I was eating my way through a tin of chocolates I found in the empty office, offering to sneak one home for her in my bra. Trying to concentrate on work, my eyes kept wandering back to the chocolates. Perhaps the miniature finger of fudge? Feeling naughty, I lowered my knickers and unwrapped the mouthful, slowly sliding it inside my wet cunt. A melted chocolate treat for her for later. *** We had dinner and drinks as we blushed across the table. The attraction was obvious and all could see its intensity. He took shots to ease his nervousness and I held his hand to calm him. Then we walked and talked along the sea. The sound of the crashing waves created intimacy. The ocean's wave created an intense breeze so he removed his shirt and offered it to me. We explored each other publicly. He walked up behind me, lifted my dress and fucked me abruptly. We couldn't help ourselves but knew we had to stop reluctantly. *** Her look is virgin nervous lying naked there, but slow kisses soothe and entice. I should have known better. Whispering her beauty, I suckle her nipples proud. We'll be a team! I'll present, they'll love your design! She gasps as I taste her open wetness and softly lick the peeking pearl. And he took all the credit, of course. She smiles with desire, her face between a woman's legs for the first time. I could have fought it, but even winning, would have lost. We snuggle together, tasting ourselves as we kiss. Much more satisfying to seduce his wife instead. *** Only moonlight shining upon her naked body. An unseasonable warm breeze caresses her. Surrounded by pumpkins in the open field, she enjoys the night sounds of nature. She spreads her legs to absorb the wind. A tingling sensation goes through her body. Her nipples stiffen. Her hands slide down between her legs and gently massage her pussy. Only the pumpkins can hear her moans. Her heart races as she increases the intensity of the strokes on her clit. Hips wiggle as pleasure takes over. One deep inhale. A slow exhale. Her body feels at peace. *** The sound of rain beating on my window pane gets me so wet. Its roughness and consistency is how I like sex to be. The constant pounding causes me to squirm and splatter. Its repeated offence doesn't offend me at all. I love the rain and storms are even better. I'm pillow humping right now through a tornado warning. Its the perfect time for me time, alone to touch and feel myself get wetter for self pleasure. I rub my tits and moan until I'm louder than the weather. *** The will states you are to resolve her estate as you see fit. The others glared daggers at such madness, but she'd lived a full lucid hundred, refusing their carnivorous advances. I found the iron key beneath the pillows on the bed where she died. It took a week to find its door. Stone steps led down deep to a chamber lit by torches on rune-blistered walls. She lay nude on a silk-draped pedestal. Bolts of sexual fire coursed through me as I stared. She slowly stirred and looked upon me with burning, blood-red eyes. Are you my Mistress now? *** I look down at the scale. I get off and then back on, trying again, as if the numbers will magically change. Pfft, whatever. I roll my eyes and finally step off feeling dejected and wondering why it's been so hard to lose this baby weight. My husband comes over and rubs my shoulders. You're beautiful, he gently reminds me, Those numbers don't measure your grace or wisdom. Yeah right, I scoff, instantly regretting how I just brushed off my husband's kind words. Come back to bed, he urges, grabbing my waist and lifting off my t-shirt, exposing me. *** I've always fancied my husband's friend Steve. He's gorgeous, a real hunk. I get wet just looking at him, thinking of the things I could do with him. When the chance came to feel him inside me, I took it. He didn't disappoint, the feeling of his hands caressing my breasts, his nimble fingers stroking the wet lips of my pussy. And finally, penetration, my fantasies became reality. He was now on top of me, pushing inside ever deeper. At least I don't have to worry about my husband finding out. He sat and watched the whole thing, pervert. *** Jimmy called. Parents off to Tahoe, come on up. He had three ounces and tickets for theMo to see Joplin and The Dead. I jump-thumbed to Santa Barbara, then scored a longy to San Jose. Dude was cool and we grooved right off. When we hit the city, he parked on a back street. Something to payback, man? No, we're good, really. I could read the vibe and he didn't stop me. His cock was strong and gave me a sweet swallow. I kissed him goodbye and headed for the highway. I wasn't going up just for the music. *** She convinced me to lay down with her. She rubbed her big breasts up and down my arm, along my small body. She was getting off on me, to me, by me and for me. She wanted the same for me so she taught me how to masturbate by hunching toys in the closet. I still hump to this day with stuffed animals, pillows and towels. Turns me on and I feel so naughty hiding my sin from all to see. I was and am literally a closet freak. Now I am addicted to cumming and its all her fault. *** Sit on the edge of the bed and open your legs. I was just sixteen, you a little older. Oh, you've got a freckle there. You said, and you reached out to touch it. You and I are married now, but the freckle is still there. And you still reach out to touch it. I will never forget that first moment when you gazed at my hairless little slit. You were kneeling on the rug, and you kissed me there. As you are doing right now, with my fingers entwined in your hair as you carry me up to heaven. *** My nose brushing over the thin fabric, his scent beckons me. Once free, they dance to my breath's soft touch, trying to hide, but my tongue tempts them to stay. They swell proudly, skin tightens, a promise of things to come. Teased and toyed with, she knew my weakness, my base desire awakened with her slithering fingers and tongue. One by one, they pop into her mouth, disappearing. Her hot drool now cooling the most sensitive skin, the goosebumps making me throb with desire, perfectly erect yet untouched. Her supple intruder kindles the inevitable fireworks earlier than I'd planned. *** I realized I was on the subway. That meant I was dreaming. Hey, I said to the skinny brunet staring at me from across the aisle. Wanna see something cool? She looked up from her book. I stood and dropped my pants. Then I bent forward and took my meaty glans into my mouth. As always, it felt awesome! Suddenly, she was there sucking with me. I came in my mouth and she kissed me. She said aloud, I have a sample. There was a blue pop and I fell paralyzed. And now, Dream Lord, I have you at last. *** Her longing glance in yoga. Another cooling off. Sitting in the bar, drinking something pink, that counts as three. The apartment's monochrome, fat-money bare. I kiss her hard before the door closes. Shower? she worries. I push her down instead and strip her naked. Lips, neck, tits, I work the riches. Trailing bites across her belly, I give her plump waxed pussy a slap just because. I make her cum loud and hard. The front door opens as I'm leaving. I'm home, hun. wait, you are.? Just someone lending a hand. Taking the stairs, I sniff my fingers. And smile. *** Cunts and cocks contested wildly across the orgy-slicked ballroom floor. Then everything stopped, sweat-washed debauchery halted in an instant. In the bewildering silence came a single resounding tick of hard against glass. Heads swiveled, eyes squinted, the balcony doors creaked open. There, bathed in frigid moonlight she stood, the white-eyed specter of eternal judgment. She scanned the room of naked revelers, reading every soul to its core, seeing clear every hidden stain of darkness and depravity. Jeez. Fucking amateur night, she muttered with a shudder of disappointment. Never mind. In a lightning flash, she disappeared and the music played on. *** We wanted a healthier life. Best part- my wife's ass in yoga pants! My cock sprang and I ripped those pants down, then fucked her hard! Don't stop! I'm gonna- she pleaded. Wait. this needs to be counted. I left mid-thrust to retrieve my Fitbit. Two minutes later. I'm back! Uh-ooooh. Pussy rejected me. Three seconds later. Fitbit flew out the window. Five minutes later. My cock's eye shed tears, watching a dildo stretch her cheeks before stuffing her pussy. Her nipples taunted my hungry mouth. Her squeals rattled my cock cage. And her stabbing eyes never left mine. *** Is it wrong to love this way and with this intensity and passion? To pile the cushions on the bed, gaze at myself in that massive mirror so exposed, so open? Is it wrong to make love to this girl, as she lies deliciously naked in the candlelight? It can begin at any time, a passing glimpse of my own reflection, sharp pang of sexual hunger. And so I make a pass at myself and gradually succumb to my own advances. Until this girl is utterly sated. Completed by pulses of pleasure that just seem to go on and on. *** Stirring from her sleep, a delicious feeling causes her to moan. Her body reacts as he tastes her womanhood. Body arches, deep exhale, hands grounding his head in place as her hips move. He welcomes this banquet created just for him. A look of pleasure on her face, knowing there is no room for false hope, just a building need to capture more of this delicious feeling. Her back off the mattress, fingers pulling hair as her moans grow louder. He smiles her actions a sure indication his feasting time is not over yet. She screams, music to his ears. *** You were hers and I was his but what we truly wanted was each other. So we flirted and exchanged glances all throughout our college years. But as soon as they broke up with us and graduated, we knew what to do. The anticipation was exhilarating. The suspense was excrutiating. Although the chemistry was passionately intense, the kissing was slow, sensual and romantic. Caressing each other pass our shame and guilt. I was friends with her and you were friends with him. And to this day, many don't know that we secretly meet and greet to fuck forbiddenly. *** It's called the Lush3, a remote vibrating internet-controlled toy. She said she'd wear it all day, told me to download the App and gave me her login details. I'm connected. You should see the lascivious grin on my face. She's over seven thousand miles away. I don't even know what time it is there, whether she's in a late boardroom meeting or an early evening restaurant with her husband or the car or bus. I'm in control of the twitches, pulses and contractions of her married cunt. For her sake, I hope she keeps her mouth shut when she cums! *** He just watched as she stood behind me, her soft hands, gracefully sliding down my back. Slightly raising my arms, she moved her hands to my breasts. I licked my lips as he watched. Down they went, over my tummy, then my thighs to the bottom of my skirt. Putting one soft, warm, hand under my skirt, tracing upward. Over my stocking top to my knickers. I let out a moan, Don't stop. I begged. He shook his head, smiled and walked off. It was only a traffic stop. No idea why she frisked me. Perhaps she fancied me. *** Daily, she walks past where I stack supermarket shelves. Breasts thrust out against her thin, yellow, summer dress, thighs emphasised at every step. Beautiful face. Vivid lips wide, full of promise. At night, in dreams, she undresses for me. Bare breasts, lips lowering to my disbelieving hardening cock. Awakening to wet pyjamas. On the street, follow her, longing to caress those twitching buttocks. In the park, she lies, skirt excitingly raised to almostsee. level. Thighs invite sunlight, invite heated fingers. Her lover arrives, bends to accept her raised eager lips. My mind shuts down. Will dreams erase so easily? *** Never been an exhibitionist, but the thought is slowly growing on me, breeding from within, consuming me. The intention, once insignificant, building into action from just a glance in the bathroom mirror. The pics taken, unleashing an unexpected rush and extraordinary arousal. Then a burning itch, making me share them with purpose, a newfound kind of release. . Eyes lit up wide open, taking in the view—shapes and colours, alluring distractions. Licking my lips, I see beyond. the impulse that made you do it, letting yourself go, embracing the thrill of it all. Now, that's a gorgeous sight. *** Of course, the burning question on my lips when you sent me those pictures were. Did you cum? Did you reach the point where you discarded the camera, pushed it to one side of the bed and brought yourself off? Panting on your bed with your fingers in your sticky little honey pot, arching your back, pressing your head into the pillows, biting your lip until you moaned out loud. Did you climax? Did you use my name or his? Sending the images to me was just perverted you knew what I would inevitably do while looking at them. *** Most everyone knows I'm a strait-laced prude. I was quite surprised when a girlfriend of mine asked me what was the naughtiest thing I'd ever done. I told her that when I was a college I was in a reading group with five men. One night, after drinks were consumed, I told them I was feeling horny. I told them that they could all take a turn with me. Most took me twice, a couple managed three times. My pussy was sore for days. None of this was true of course, but the look on her face was priceless *** I love being on my hands and knees before him, his hands free to roam my body as he plunges his big cock into me, grasping my shoulders or hips, pulling me back onto his hard, thick length. pulling my hair, or around my throat, ferocious and needy. God, so good! He'll bend over me to fondle my breasts, tug and pinch my hard, sensitive nipples, or reach around and stroke my eager clit, fingers sliding on his hard, slippery shaft, or his thumb in my ass. After, sometimes he'll lick me clean. Ohhh, fuck! Gotta go wake him up! *** One room, ten up. Shelf kitchen, shower and dump behind a drape, rusty fire-escape. It's what I've got. Come up to my place? I whisper. We waltz naked beneath the candled chandeliers as the hidden musicians play. Against the gilt-chased wall, my fingers lift her to climax above the harlequin marble floor. Beneath the bed's blood silk canopy, she takes me slow with a snaky, teasing tongue. Cashmere-wrapped, we nestle beneath the stars, sharing the full moon's dulcet wine before we must part. I punch off the alarm, staring at the ceiling's peeling paint. Fuck. I hate the morning after. *** It slid out and pointed away from her snatch, yellow, rigid, and curved upwards. Its skin retreated from its core, which was firm, soft, smooth, textured, and sweet, with a distinctive aroma. I giggled. I didn't know girls could grow these! I opened wide. Careful! Don't bruise it! Feel it go down your throat. Careful to keep my teeth away, I worked it in, gagging yet determined. They're smaller green, and too soft once they get brown spots. My trick is to peel it beforehand. You can swallow now. Gulp. What did you call this game again? *** A quick brush of the hand as she grabs the video tapes and smiles dark eyes glittering against the store's florescent lights from the spark of quick contact. A phone number on the counter to call later tonight. I've talked to her almost every day but finally asked her out. She picked The Burning, Pieces, and Suspira. A horror fanatic, my kind of girl. I'm already trembling with anticipation. I haven't been on a date in years and movies usually felt more real to me than most people. Something tells me she understands that. Something tells me she'll be different. *** Putting out the light, she slips into bed. Feeling her naked nuzzle, he snorts and rolls away, dead to the world already. She carefully fills and caps his coffee flask. He rushes by, giving her robed butt a smack. Mad fuckinday, hun. Don't wait dinner. She bites her lip, staring out the window, then cleans up her jolt-spilled juice. JillD_123: Did you mean what you said last week, that you wanted me. that way? Sally1978: Yes. Still do. JillD_123: Will you. come over? Now? She pauses half-dressed, staring out the window, watching the car and her new life arrive. *** I stroke Ben's cock, then lean in to kiss it. His cock is long, eight inches fully erect. I lick his shaft, then put it between my lips and suck. That feels good, man, Ben whispers. His hands play in my hair, urging me to take him deeper. I try, but am soon close to gagging. Take him, Ben, a voice commands. I climb on the bed. My wife smiles from her chair, watching with her fingers buried in her pussy. It is still dripping Ben's cum. I moan and my prick stiffens as her lover's cock pierces my ass. *** Memories flooded back. I'd lost, so it was me bent over the table, net repurposed to restrain both ankles, gym skirt hiked up and panties pulled down. Seven swats, we'd agreed. That was my score deficit. The first couple stung like fuck, table tennis bat bouncing off my rump with a pleasing splat. Then searing heat took over and I was begging for it by the time he discarded the bat and plunged into dripping arousal. Now we stood red-faced in the security office as the delighted guard ejected and pocketed the tape. Next week, lose by ten, or else. *** Hands trace sinuously over luscious curves. Moving down her sides, drifting to cup each full, proud, naked breast. Offering them. Blue eyes widen, as her fingers gently pinch and tease each aroused nipple. Groaning, she seductively licks red lips, her green eyes watch my shaft grow harder. Hands weigh each breast, pushing them slowly together. The hot tease, the silent seduction. Moving down Lower Fingers trace over smooth belly. Lower Soft shaved mound. Cupping, her fingers curve inwards. Groans, sighs in unison. Fingers withdraw trailing silver filaments. Grinning, crooked finger beckons. Legs parted, tempting Come here, it won't lick itself. *** Giving him a tour of my playroom, I felt what he felt. Goosebumps ravaged me as he passed by the floggers and strap-on. Well, well, well. this alpha has a secret. His bravado was useless. You see, I'm an empath. I feel what you need. sate each craving. His protests ceased after the leather bit his flesh. Hours later, his cheeks blushed crimson his dick dangled in exhaustion. He had spurted copious amounts of cum after being restrained, edged, and fucked in the ass. Outside my door, he resumed his pretense, but I knew he'd pay me for more. *** Self-love was only satisfying when the redhead in the mirror enjoyed it too. The reflection aroused her to the point of need. She grabbed the vibrating wand and the identical image seized hers too. They found just the right spot, between each of their legs, and began moaning together. It wasn't that the woman staring back at her was hot. It was those facial expressions that mirrored her own that made this a fucking turn-on for Kat. There must be a name for this delicious need to be aroused by sex in the mirror. Of course, it's called Katoptronophilia. *** Shannon sips her wine. She is reclining on the couch in front of the picture window. Her only attire is the tattoo on her upper right arm. Huge, soft breasts lay bare against her belly. Full, soft lips are just visible below her waxed pubic mound. Each week we do this play. Shannon strips naked. I watch, lusting for her body. When she decides it is time, Shannon allows me to join her. There, she slakes both her lust and mine. For now, I am bound to a chair, naked and aroused, only able to watch. *** Blazing in Halloween lust fever, warm and sticky juices dripped on my thighs as my first Dom plundered deep and hard into my cave of wanton desire. His heavy hands gripped my hips, spanking stronger. His humongous member thrust like an angry piston until all was intolerable. Pumpkin! He pumped in. Rougher. Spanking harder. Pumpkin!!! He fucked me more like a ravenous devil. Unable to take more, I disengaged and cried. I said pumpkin! He looked befuddled until realization hit him. I'm sorry, baby girl. I thought you said pump in, so I pumped in. I was spooked. Never again. *** Reeling, I admire you. You're a delicious mess, hunger embodied. The cooling rivulet of cum sliding down your neck behind the makeshift collar, and snaking between your aching tits. My gaze pursues it, down to your matted tuft, barely obscuring your slit. It's swollen, throbbing, drooling onto the floor. begging me, silently. Your tongue traces wet lips, savoring what's left of me. Open mouth salivating. Unsated. Yes? I'm hungry. For what, my love? For you, for more. but harder. My cock sears your throat, while your fingers slip, giving, as I take. For more. for you. now cum. for me. *** News of her death was a shock, but not a surprise. She'd always flaunted society's strictures. When her body betrayed her, she took her own way out. We five have gathered in The Room, where our real lives began. For each, she was our first, our Mistress. She moulded us and trained us and made us whole. She revealed the truth of us. Naked, we stand circled, to each unknown, united together at last. As one, we entwine in carnal celebration of her, touching, tasting, teasing out every sweet intimacy of body and mind and soul. We are her legacy. *** Laid out across the sun rock, my body embraces its swell, the wind-scoured surface a million points of heat against my skin. I hear the soft hiss of arrival, feel the air tickle across my skin. Eyes closed, I see her shadow drape me. Did Raven tell you I was here? Nah. Bitch ain't talking to me. Saw your car. I feel hands sliding up my legs. I open myself to her, hips rising. Her time here is precious. I cum quickly and hard. Whole again, I look up, seeing her climbing thermals to the sun, searching out another lover. *** Nothing had prepared me for this. Certainly not the fumblings and fiddlings that had been my sexual experience thus far. Certain not those who thought my clitoris was a scratch card. No, she simply walked towards me, kissed me and put her hand between my legs and pressed just a little bit and only for a moment. Then she held out her hand, I took it, and she led me into her little wooden shack at the end of the beach. I watched a tiny cloud move all the way across the sky while she made love to me. *** Shit week. Dog-tired. A massage is my only hope. Too exhausted to care, I lie naked on the table, dozing off almost immediately. Vaguely aware of strong hands working my muscles, I start to float and imagine other circumstances. In my mind, I squirm with pleasure and sigh with delight at the sensations. My dream takes on a new reality as my legs part and my bottom rises in invitation. Just fuck me, please, I silently plead. I wake. No-one is there. As I stroll to the changing room, I feel the familiar sensation of semen running down my leg. *** Outside the glass walls bolts of ice-white lightening fracture the roiling gray clouds. In the humid greenhouse, her head reels from the chaos of exotic colors and scents. Atop the potting bench, she nestles into the mound of dark, rich soil. Eyes closed, blouse open, she kneads her naked breasts with earth besmirched hands, relishing the grainy touch. Dress pulled up, fingers tease out the burgeoning blossom from beneath the soft brown moss. Nurturing, knowing touches bring it quickly to full flower. Rolling thunder drowns out her ecstasy. She rises slowly and goes outside to recover in the pounding rain. *** Summer meadow scent of freshly cut grass fills my nostrils, my ears are captivated by the splashing noise the kids make in the inflatable pool. Any given day it'd be an idyllic way to spend my afternoon. But today, as I'm reading Lush on my phone. Oh god, it's been so long. I yearn to have some proper adult fun. I dream of laying on a cabana in a beautiful resort, with a cocktail in one hand and a stranger's cock in the other one. I'd tell him our room number and give him a slap across his peachy bum. *** The heat was staggering as she climbed the steps to the third level of the ferry that would take her to the island. Relief came in a cool breeze off the water once the vessel started moving. Freedom was across this lake the closer she got, the sweeter it tasted. Allowing herself a full week of joy had its price. But he would touch and taste her until she was completely sated while taking what he needed. She made this trek yearly and it never failed to be magical. She loved the island, but she loved the man even more. *** They have the best table at Pierre's. I'm not the only one staring. She is radiant perfection in cobalt silk, candlelight firing her mahogany red mane with streaks of gold. The woman across is in splendid contrast. Tall, thin, in a sharply tailored suit, her face is decadently alluring, her hair cropped like an Eton Fellow. My dinner eaten unnoticed, I watch intently, relishing the burning looks and intimate touches. Yearning passion flows between them like honeyed wine. When you love your wife as much as I do, you make sure her birthday's everything she desires. So far, so good. *** Every thrust of you a sting to my heart, I'm reminded of my promise. I wouldn't fall for him unlike all others before. I love you too much. So easily broken. My mind revels in memories. His touch—my body melting. His lips—my mind following. His tongue—my legs trembling. Those recollections, vivid enough to make up for your shortcomings, fuel my climax. Your final thrust triggers our mutual release—yours sweeter than mine, untainted by betrayed conscience. I burst into tears. It's not what you think—the intensity of my orgasm. You couldn't be more wrong. Why can't you just be your brother? *** On Halloween night, she consumed his flesh. Biting, bonding, his bated breath lingers in the air mixing with pumpkin scented candles. She tears him apart while he moans, the roughness is what he paid for after all. He's dying to know who she will fuck tomorrow night, her next customer.or victim. Her black outfit and matching hair disappear when the lights go out all that shines are bright red lips devouring an erect cock. The clock strikes midnight. I need more, I'll give you more.. Money? Time? Would you sell your soul for it? I already have. *** The week-long meeting lasted three days, ending in failure for both sides. I got a lucky flight, did an office stop, then dropped into Jimmy's for a drink before going home to Claire. He slides onto the next stool, bumping my arm, spilling my drink. Oh, shit! Sorry! he blurts, I'm just kinda nervous. Been banging this chick online and tonight's our first real. She's so fucking hot, man, sooooo fucking nasty. God, there she is! Across the room, they slide into an anything, everything kiss. At least I won't have to go all that far to surprise her now. *** I was naked. My feet up on the headboard. My hard dick pointed straight down at my mouth. I had a butt plug in my ass as I stroked my cock. This time, I'm going to do it! I'm going to shoot that load right in my mouth. Every drop. In my mouth. Faster. Harder. Mouth open. Hips bucking. A drop of precum fell on my lips. Yes! So good. For real this time. My balls ached. My shaft filled. Cum burst from the tip and I. I turned away. Mouth empty, I sighed and collapsed on the bed. *** June 1969. They erected two tents, maintaining the pretense. When Tom crept into Hank's tent, the moon hid, leaving their forbidden act to the shadows. Both unfastened pants with hurried fingers, bodies expressing the inexpressible. Both eager for the fuck denied them. Repressed urges erupted into crazed fucking. Nature's an ally as cicadas concealed their grunts. They dreaded the return to their appropriate wives. June 2021. Polly caresses Amber's hand at an outdoor cafe, then leans in for a passionate kiss. Onlookers smile at their legs tangled underneath the table, envious of their love. After all. love is love! *** The twins were absolutely beautiful, each the perfect clone of the other. They shared the language of their lust. Together, they were an irrepressible sexual force, leading yet urging, taking yet giving. I watched them move into the room, pick out their mark, a wallflower waiting to bloom they flowed as one, yet caught her in a pincer movement. They moved inseparably, hands to the breast, and more, whispers in the ear, stripping her resistance as they dry humped her legs. It was majestic, her hips buckled, her orgasm released. She blossomed, watered by their power, she came of age. *** Sandie, my neighbour's daughter, nodded attentively while I described which bonsai plants needed careful watering. I was taken aback when she bent down to admire the Ginkgo. Her skirt rose, her puffy lips stared me out. She turned to smile, nice, isn't it? I nodded, open mouthed, and before I knew it, my married hand was on her pert bottom and my fingers scissored deeply in her sodden cunt. She held tightly onto the trestles as her legs shook, her hand stifling her moans. I'll send you a picture every day to prove they're alive, she winked, leaving the house. *** Tonight. I feel the need to lick you, I feel the desire suck you, I hunger to taste every inch of your sex. To edge you, let you catch your breath, and edge you again, time and time again until you beg, and beg. Finally, I will devour you, as you have never experienced before until you explode. Without end, I will continue until there is nothing left, only you purring and breathing ever so softly. But, oh so slowly, I am in no rush! Grins *** Hairs prickled on her neck at the siren below, her heart racing as her gyrations slowed. The breathless man beneath her opened his eyes but failed to catch hers. She pinned him with a rough palm across his mouth until the noise passed. Praying Mantis they had dubbed her. The publicity made for a challenge, but added to the depraved thrill. Her arousal heightened on seeing a fleck of blood on the hand that gagged him and she felt him throb inside her. With a maniacal glint in her eye, she rode the hapless idiot to his macabre climax. *** Morning. Morning, gorgeous! You were amazing last night. So were you. So hot. So wet. So tight. Such a great fuck. I loved the way you teased me. Edged me. Denied me. We were at it for over an hour. Then at last, when you rammed it in hard from behind and ordered me to cum. You went quiet for a while. I came so hard. I almost fainted. Dropped my phone. *** Guilt consumed her for pre-judging. Growing up, stereotypes perpetuatinglack of rhythm. and beingundersized. always filled her ears. On this occasion, she decided to give this one a chance. Boy was she glad she did. His gyrations completely matched hers and sometimes he set a new rhythm for her to follow. Both lower orifices were properly stretched and bottomed out by his dimensions, sapping the colour from her eyes up above. Rubbing her clit to orgasm as her asshole filled with spunk, she was stuck on repeat saying: I will never pre-judge again. I will never pre-judge again. *** They lay naked on the bed, uncovered. She, awake, on her side, facing him, and already moistened. He, on his back, sleeps on. She views his flaccid member and loose sac. Smiling, her hand encloses the whole genital package. A chick enclosed in a shell. The game begins. A gentle squeeze. Nothing. Firmer pressure, one finger strokes. The chick stirs, grows. Her fingers part like the cracking of a shell. Purple head pokes out, Angel, he mumbles sleepily. No, devil. She straddles him, settles, ecstatic as the hot wild bird flies, unerringly, inside her, to where it comes so often. *** Close your eyes, open your mouths and wait. I whacked away at my pole, gasping for air and vibrating uncontrollably. Semen dribbled along their thighs and then sprayed their pretty, young faces and open mouths. After the tsunami, both, with one eye glued shut, leered at each other, then stood and giggled. One spoke: Anything else we should do to prepare for sinful college life, pastor? Her friend turned and bent over for her panties, exposing her brown star. Yes, I said. Sitting will be uncomfortable for a while, I'm afraid. *** The virginal maiden threw open the gnarled door. Witch of the Wood! Help me! Speak. I'm to be wed, but when I look upon him it leaves me cold. No flush, no quivering quim? Nothing! The sorceress stood, hood pulled back, robes spread wide. The girl gasped at the voluptuous, fire-maned perfection naked before her. Now? Burning to my core! I suspect you're queer, dear. No! Is there a test? A cure? Three times she was trialed that night and again at dawn. You know the truth now. Do you wish a changing spell? Are you kidding me? Let's fuck! *** It's art. Admiration of form. Her form. My naked, perspiring marionette twists on tiptoes, skin reddened to perfection, snarling, Fuck! I circle. Step in. Nip her ear. More? The delayed nod makes my heart thump. Her gasp pierces my bedroom as I cinch the ceiling pulley, notch by notch. Ropes loop her succulent pierced orbs, criss-cross that soft expanse of belly before plunging, miasmic arousal staining the fibres. I crouch. Inhale. Lick. Savour. He doesn't worship you like I do. Rope bites glistening flesh alongside my fluttering tongue. Her breath hitches. No, Mistress. My mouth skims wetness. Then be mine. *** In bed, sometimes we like to snuggle face to face. Me, being the littler, have drawn my knees up, and they are tucked into the curve of your body. My nose alongside yours. My, what big eyes you've got! As your arms wrap around me, I place my hands on either side of your face and kiss it. your face, I mean. You lean in so your boobs can snuggle with mine. (I am the littler there too.) The way you sort of scrunch my toes with yours, awesome. There are no rules at this level, but sooner or later. __________________________________________________________________ *** They'd leave his body behind soon. She snuck into his lone wagon to place a cold cloth upon his head. They whispered things they could never tell another soul. Soon enough, he took his final breath, a soft silent gasp. She placed a single kiss on his forehead where the fever seemed to have burned his very soul out. She already missed him inside her, filling her with life. She left, crying quietly in the darkened morning, valleys stretching eternal. She'd return to her wagon and sleeping husband, who would never know the man she loved for years was gone. *** She stalks the room, armed cocked, radar scanning. She sees it settle and snaps the swatter down. Spinning and flailing in frantic pursuit, her next blow finds her partner, tit square. Oh, babe! I'm sorry, it's that fucking bottle fly. then stops as she sees a nipple rapidly rising proud beneath the thin tee. Eye to eye, they each raise a brow. Stay! she commands. In a minute she's back, poised in the hallway door, naked, smiling, waving two swatters. Next door, Mr. Jacobs looks up from his book as gleeful cries echo out. He shakes his head. Newlyweds! *** My eyes opened to chaos. People's mouths stretched with screams, yet my ears heard nothing. Even odder, I felt no pain. Five years later. Potent energy enveloped me. I marveled at the mountain just climbed while he tongue-fucked my ear. On or off? I panted. Off. No wriggling away, he chuckled. Smiling, I detached my prosthetic legs. Covering my nakedness with his own, he started his descent, sampling every inch of me. His tongue showed no mercy, eating me with wild abandon, his kisses made me feel whole again. The bomb didn't get the last word in my story. *** Auntie Dot barrow boys, lame duckable, but God they mangled strine. Sexy meanz Aussie, like Beanz Meanz Heinz, one said. Like Tim-tams, vegemite, his twin brother chimed. Me? Kangaroos? I asked. You're a corker shelia. But kangaroos sexy? You're as mad as a cut snake. You know they've got a two-pronged todger? That impressed, leading to me being double porked in a Pommy sausage-fest in the pub's bathroom. Making me cum and gush as they spunked cunt and bottle and glass. Our orgasms more harmonious than their chorus ofTie me kangaroo down, sport,. as they brexited my love holes. *** Brutal term. Vagina, a scabbard for a Roman sword. But see how moist pliant lips envelop the intruder. How exquisitely crafted parts welcome our sturdy guest. (No blade ever accepted such sweet caresses.) And while our intruder toils with his own concept of victory, our soft cushions and resilient folds support his manly struggle, uncomplaining and so generous in our lubrification. Then with whispered words, a lifting of the hips, a tightening of certain muscles, we allow our victor to claim his laurel crown. But as he sleeps, our own fingers remind ourselves of how it should be done. __________________________________________________________________ *** Two words- what if. Dangerous, change-provoking words. Eyes met and held before mine dropped, lingering on his belt. then below. He smiled. What if he spanks? My ass blushed. He's here. His forehead etched with What if? I was startled. the tiniest nudge pushed my ring past my knuckle. Rings heavy on our fingers, as I twirl mine absentmindedly. No more, what if? I drop to my knees making my choice, following your eyes my entire descent. Your smile, indicates your choice. Leaning forward as your panties fall. A taste, a nibble, a kiss, eliciting a moan. Happy Anniversary. *** There's this guy that I'm dying for in my office. I've tried dropping hints, but. nothing. So, I'm in the photocopier room when it hits me: I'll photocopy my dripping pussy and send it to him, inter-office mail. The copier bed is high up, so I finally take my slacks and panties off, get up on the copier, lower myself and push PRINT. And he walks in! I leap up, grab a piece of photocopier paper, and hold it hard against me. Then I look down – and my wet pussy is soaking through the paper. *** Veiled in the shadows they wait in anticipation, darkness revealing their true nature. Turned by Izzy many centuries ago, they've perfected this dance. Ready, pumpkin? O'Neill whispers teasingly. Izzy hips undulating as she glides past him, eyes on the prize. She knows his desires and needs. Alabaster skin, contrasts against her ebony. Soft blonde hair mixed with her dark tresses. Hot cunt or hard cock they will devour together. Teeth bared and ready to pounce. The prize has no idea that he is to be their feast. Hunted and pleasured, brought to ecstasy, and then pain.an ending of eternal hunger. *** He'd watched something on the TV, I could tell. He placed a blanket on the floor, stripped me naked and sprinkled cornflour all over my body. His hands glided over me, effortless and frictionless as he massaged my breasts and body. Until. Crevices were explored, fingers got wet and before we knew it, the massage was dough like with the consistency of glue that stuck to his cock like a whore's mouth on heat. We giggled entering the shower, yet I was pensive as to what I would tell the water board if the dough glue blocked the drains. *** She's read the leaves, consulted the oracles. All showed their smiling favor. Body carefully cleansed, dressed in yellow silks, she begins her rite. She kneels before their images, gown and legs spread wide, body intently awakened. With whispered pleas, she lifts the ancient phallus and nuzzles in the bulbous tip. With the first thrust, she envisions her own conception, her mother taking his seed. The next, her mother's making with his release. Each thrust, another link. In her climax, they answer as one. Soon he will find her and fill her belly. A daughter of her own. Their chain unbroken. *** Is there anything more boring than tax returns? It's something I dread all year. In fact, if it wasn't for the pretty girl kneeling under my desk, nails digging into my thighs as she hungrily lapped at my dripping cunt, it would have been very dreary indeed. Clutching my P60, eyes glazing over as I searched for the correct grey box, I tried desperately to focus, as her tongue teased my entrance and then pressed slowly inside my slippery snatch. H M R C! I screamed, shuddering as I came all over her face. Who needs self-assessment when she's around? *** Sister Kimmi's habit secreted her drips as she watched through the glass. His girth unsettled the nuns. But, when it lengthened towards them, a sea of black and white pounced. Desperate, each fought to impale themselves on his silky, pulsating monster. Hymens tore, unnoticed in their frenzied lust, wrecking holy cunts forever. Squashing his face, their sticky juices flowed, smothering him in gooey delights. His thrusting tongue explored deflowered snatch and virgin sphincter alike. Eager mouths bobbed as his throbbing member spurted. Deprived screeches filled the room. oOo Sighing, Mother Superior hung the Help Wanted sign in the convent window. *** They're playing that song on the radio again. The one I heard the first time I had sex. Strange how a simple tune can have so much meaning. They do say, you can always remember the first time and the last. It's easy for me, they were both the same. It was the day before I joined the convent. I asked the men in my prayer group what sex was like. They were more than happy to show me. I'm handing in my notice to Mother Superior today. I want to be shown again. Well, it's been almost a week. *** It was a last-minute invite to an Abba themed party, and she searched the internet for inspiration. Then she searched through her kitchen cupboards. She stroked the foil and licked her lips as the surface crinkled beneath her fingers. She walked into the room, the bacofoil knickers digging into her arse crack and her nipples rubbing against the crumpled aluminium wrapped around her tits. She was so turned on, she could feel herself drip. At least it wouldn't take her long to get her kit off when she got laid. She just hoped her knickers wouldn't rust before then. *** I am so freaking embarrassed! Everytime I think about it, I get all red in the face. It might not be a big deal to you, but I am freaking fifty and my mother just casually mentioned how, when I was a teen, she and my dad could hear me masturbating! OMG! However, if you think that's bad, it gets worse. How would you feel if your Mom told you they found it inspiring and would have sex while listening to me! OMFG! One finally indignity — she told me my masturbating is why I have a much younger brother! *** It was riding fence Tuesday, scouting gaps. The day broke hot. By lunch we were begging shade. Tied up in the willows by Clear Creek, we ate our tin-box feast on its sweet grass bank. It was the tease about her blood kiss on my neck started it. We rolled ourselves into the water fighting for top. Time we were naked, she'd won again, fingers hard up my pussy, biting my nips that way I like. When we rode into the stable all fuck shaggy, I caught his glare. Dad wanted a son. Got me instead. Ride with it, cowboy. *** Who is she? he asked, admiring the gunslinger's iron. The carving took him months. Its ivory grip was adorned with a woman's likeness engraved on both sides. Careful etchings captured her dark hair and eyes, beautiful face almost smiling, forever frozen in time. The gunslinger could almost feel her again, those raven locks dancing in the night wind when they made love by dim camp fires. The question is answered with a round through the man's heart, the entire saloon erupting in screams. The woman I love, the one you killed, the gunslinger whispered even though no one heard him. *** As Mr. Connor stands in the closed stall, Jimmy Baker bounds into the bathroom, making his way to a urinal, unzipping on the fly. Why you always pee in there, Mr. C?Fraid someone might laugh? I prefer my quiet privacy, if you must know, Baker. Don't hear much goinon, that's for sure! All things come in their time, Connor councils, as a strong, steady flow begins. Jimmy gone, he looks down as Stella from shipping leans back, swallowing. Excellent timing, my dear. You bet! I really had to pee, she giggles, tucking his cock back in his trousers. *** Crouching by their cauldron, Crone spies Hag. Welcome, weird sister. All the shopping done? Indeed. All poison'd entrails were in stock. Nose of Turk and dragon's scale were pricey, but adder's fork and lizard's leg were inexpensive. They've all gone into our cauldron. Gadzooks, this needs sexing up, Harpy grumbles. Here's lecher's cock in sexpot's orifice, castrato's balls, virago's clit and tits, aged virgin's hymen, labia, and fourchette, plus libertinessperm amassed from blowjobs. Great, Hag enthuses. Ready to chant our ghoulish spell? SSSTTTOOOPPP! Crone shrieks. Long pause puzzled looks then they all shout, Bugger, we forgot the bloody pumpkin. *** And they're at it again. Every fucking Tuesday it's the same. Once his wife leaves, he scurries to set up the kitchen. Then the mistress arrives passion burning in her eyes. Something about using her hands in mechanical ways lights her with a sugar-fever pitch. Powdering her own tits then kneading them while he laps her cherry-like nipples. For him, it's apparent that getting dirty is the kink. Dipping the head of his cock in icing before shoving it down her throat. Fucking perverts. My girlfriend yells at me to stop peeping. Like it's my fault they don't have blinds. *** Marmalade, wellies, Fairy Liquid, let's not forget the joys of Marmite (or Vegemite for those who live under Southern skies). You either love it or hate it, and I slather it on so I can lick, nibble and bite as my pleasure dictates. Marmite on the fuller breast is a particular delicacy which I enjoy and if in my excitement I bite and she squeals it all adds to my pleasure. So I take a handful and smear it where I truly want to feast. Damn, I forgot, I've got to keep the yeast away from your most delectable place. *** You're the best lover I've ever had. Her exact words,. Cal said. Funny,. Judd remarked,that's precisely what she told me.' Sofi gulped. Cal's dinner invitation–his place–had borne no hint she'd been rumbled. What were the odds, her two-timed Tinder dates knowing each other? So decide,. Cal said. Between us,. Judd clarified. Now??? Mmhmm.' Here? Yup.' How? A reminder.' What????? A refresher.' Sofi quailed, but her nipples resolved into press-studs.Ehhh. okay? They grabbed, stripped, handled and filled her– alternately, then sandwich-style. Sharing her utterly. Decided?. her angry lovers duly demanded. Nooooo.. the cock-stuffed Sofi moaned.Not yet.' *** Remember the old fairground hammer and bell? Hit hard enough, the weight flies up setting off a satisfyingly loud clang. Are you an arse man? Boobs, maybe? Feet? Well, those of you who know me will be surprised to hear that, walking through the park, I spied the most gloriously beautiful legs I'd ever seen up went the weight, clang went the bell, all other thoughts erased. She rose. Mesmerised, I followed those legs into a hotel, and, like an obedient slave, the room. Lying on the bed, skirt up, knickerless, my lover chortled, What is it about these legs? *** You were frustrated with the agonizingly low hum all dinner long. Once we got home, I opened the app on my phone and turned it to the highest setting. Standing close, hot breath whispering in your ear, Two minutes. Cum as many times as you wish. After that, you're mine. Feeling your eyes over me like this makes my blood rush wild. As always, your customized wreck me pattern hits the spot. As my third orgasm threatens to split my sex in two, my slick legs fail me. I collapse on my knees, victorious, height-ready to get my prize. *** I felt my nipples hardening as we walked through the door, becoming stiff and tingly. I looked around, and when I turned back he was proudly stroking his meat. Mmm, I want some of that, Oscar. Nice and thick. Of course, my pleasure! Your husband approves? It was his idea. It will be just the way he likes it, hot and dripping with juices. His mouth will be watering. He laughed. Glad I can be of assistance! Shall we? The slab of beef on his shoulder, we left the big freezer, heading for the butcher block counter and his knives. *** Conference finally over, I'm in the lounge enjoying an old whiskey. Back against the bar, I watch Mr. Sharp Suit preach the Gospel of Me to circled sycophants. She drapes herself on the stool beside me. You! Double G, single T, she commands, wagging a perfect red talon at the barman. Drink tasted, she returns my look with interest, just as ass-licking laughter erupts. Such a fucking buffoon, she groans. Boss or husband? Latter, more's the pity. I stand and palm her breast, feeling its nipple reaching out hard. My suite. Rescue the evening for us both. He'll never notice. *** I told you last time I think I like women, Linda started, trying not to sneak a peek at her attractive therapist. I remember, Dr. Emily smiled. Well, I know who I want as my first female sexual partner. Linda squirmed. And? It's forbidden. I doubt it could ever happen, it's pointless. Linda couldn't help but stare at Dr. Emily's chest. Her breasts peeped out of her white blouse, buttons undone exposed cleavage, the thin material revealed the outline of her brassiere. Linda knew the rules. No sex with your therapist. But there was no law against being turned on. *** Stood in the field, naked but for her wellies, the rain dripped over her body as the storm raged overhead. Her long hair stuck to her face and breasts. She'd never looked more beautiful. I took her in my arms and kissed her lips in a slippery, sodden embrace, tongues mingling with the rain as we devoured each other. Our bodies clung together, as we slid to our knees. I laid atop her as she sunk down into the mud. Fingers caressing, our bodies merged against the rain, as the rubber stroked my calves. Her Wellington Boots full of water. *** The sticky, gloopy conserve clings to her breasts glistening in the dimly lit room. Small globules of fruit hang off her nipples begging to licked before they dribble down her soft squishy globes. I watched her squirm, debating how sticky I want my nakedness. Should I just dip my tongue over her perfect sugary breasts, remaining unsoiled, teasing as I lick the jam from her flesh? Or should I go all in? Covering her nakedness with mine. Smearing breasts over her coated stickiness. Nipples jelled together by chunks of orange. The decision was easy. I hate the taste of marmalade. *** Their fight was over. Their big, hard cocks in front of my face. I kiss and lick them. First the victor, then the defeated. I want both in my mouth. Too big. They must be close,I say to myself, willing them to cum at the same time. Two hot loads all over my face, hair, and breasts. I stroke faster, groan, and take the cocks deep into my drooling mouth. It's started. They're close,I think as I hear them breathe deeply. I lovingly suck and stroke. I moan in anticipation. The musky, warm wetness hits me. Mmmhhh aaahhh *** Then you stuff them up your froufrou. laughter Marcia Davenport swears by Fairy Liquid. Squirt a little on your fingers. Original or Lemon Zest is best. Work it into a lather. Let it coat your fingers, tip to knuckle. Enjoy the sensation of all that slick slime running across your digits. Work it into a light froth, until your painted nails appear like shrouded rising suns peeking through a gauzy, cloud flecked sky. Allow them to tiptoe across your labia sepals parting like a vaginal Red Sea in non-biological, sparkly desire. together Then you stuff then up your froufrou. *** Water streamed down her slender body as she broke the surface. Bobby squinted over his textbook, 16-year-old dick swelling huge. Crystal Rivers, big sister's BFF and one-time Jefferson High swim-team champ, slithering eel-like through his family's pool, then bursting forth– an aquatic fucking goddess. Momentarily her skimpy bottoms came undone. She caught the errant strands, teeth grazing lip as she reknotted.Oops.' Bobby's erection asserted itself, stretching tight in wet cotton trunks. Thank fuck he was lying on a towel. Crystal's shadow fell across him.That's mine, Bobby.. She smiled. What say you get up and give it to me? *** Like a ray of sunshine enters the water without causing a ripple on the surface, she entered my life. She turned it upside down, somehow made me more than I was before. Whilst she caused ripples on the surface for others to see, deep down inside, she touched, caressed, nurtured, shaped and fashioned the me I always wanted to be. She introduced me to my soul, and there, in the depths of ecstasy, as our souls mated, something transformed me. Would I die on the rocks of the mermaid siren, or, strengthened and desired, would I live on? *** I had sex with an elderly virgin today. He obviously lacked experience it was over in a minute. The confined space didn't help I had to sit on his lap. It was never my intention to turn him on so much. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so graphic with the details of my threesome. Once he started masturbating I thought, why waste it? He could finish inside me. I'd never had sex with an older man before, I was curious to see what it would be like. Now I'll have to find a new priest to take my confession. *** Your hands, my hands, fingers twining disheveled hair. Thumbs on temples turning tiny spirals to center the other. Eyes piercing eyes, breath mingling from open mouths, waiting. We've licked and sucked and teased, knowing each others body perfectly, then slowed to this bare pulse. We've practiced this over and over. The steady climb, stopping at the perfect tantric edge. We hold each other in agonizing stasis there, singing together the body electric. Then, unspoken, we know we're ready. It is our time. In unison we cry out SYBIAN! NOW! and as one, we ride the galloping saddles to our ecstasy. *** I was the only woman sitting in the bus station waiting room. All the others were men. I kicked my bag back under my chair. Suddenly, the man sitting opposite looked up from his book, stared at me, giggled, and returned to his book. Then another man giggled, and another. I went as red as a beetroot. They all knew what was going on. They all knew it was me. I'd never felt so embarrassed. It was all my stupid fault. My foot must have hit the switch. I should have taken the batteries out. Buzz, buzz, buzz. *** It all started with one look. that lingered. Unexplainable attraction ensued. Unstoppable curiosity followed. My straight-and-narrow path took a sharp turn. Life interrupted. Clothes were strewn haphazardly from the doorway to the bed. Sheets wrinkled with my twisting fingers. Lipstick smeared lipstick. Fingernails became coated with cum as I explored the first pussy that wasn't my own - and liked it! Skilled fingers knew where to touch me. A woman just knows, I guess. Where there should be a cock there was none. No matter. Her tongue drew my orgasm faster than his fucking. One lingering look had changed everything. *** Bob was joking with my husband. Keep your eye on Andy at the party tonight. He's got a thing for your wife and he is quite the ladies'man. Hubby looks over to me and smiles. Don't worry about Verity, she can look after herself. Besides, Verity is not the roving kind. Bob quips, They all say that, but Andy has the charm to turn a woman. I smile at hubby, roll my eyes and shake my head. Truth is, I've tried Andy, and he's not that good. Now, his wife on the other hand, delicious. More coffee anyone? *** I was surprised, as I stepped out of the shower to see a half-nude woman drying herself. She had blond hair, small pert breasts with hot erect nipples, and a slim waist. I stood there with my mouth open, and my gaze taking in every part of her beauty. I wonder if she saw me licking my lips? She looked me in the face then she smiled a warm genuine smile. She opened her towel that was tied around her waist to show me her nicely shaved and placid penis. I opened my towel to show her my hard erection. *** It wasn't easy, tracking him down. Long John Call. Delta blues guitar, the greatest of them all. Is it true, the pact with Satan? You sold your soul to play? Oh hell no. I already chopped better than anybody. I traded for this. He stood his old bones up, opening his robe. She gasped at the swelling, stiffening, monstrously perfect cock waving at her. That's right, sugar. Pure glory. So what you say? It's your ride to heaven, but got the Devil's due to pay. Price? Get just once. The ever haunting memory goes unspoken, of course. Hers to bear. *** Fingers clasped the hem of her summer dress. A longing sigh traveled past the book she held in front of her. Lit up like a moving tunnel through the late summer evening, the train carried us as I sat across the aisle from her. My lips felt dry as I devoured her bare thighs through the reflection of the window. My eyes feasted as more of the dark strip of pubic hair peeked out from under her dress. Brakes were applied as she rearranged her dress into place. Lowering her book, her eyes caught mine. Is this your stop too? *** Your painting lacks feeling! he fussed. Where's your passion? I. I have none, she confessed. Fanning her nipples with a soft brush, he watched their peaks appear. He chose a stiff brush to awaken her clit. Whimpering, she collapsed against him as his fingers released a torrent of passion from her cunt. Try again! He stood back licking her cum off his fingers as she painted. Long, sensual brush strokes now caressed the canvas. With cum dripping down her legs, her unleashed passion transformed her painting. Excited, she stood aside to show him. He gasped. Damn, her painting still sucked! *** The house party's rocking. Special K is twisting words hard, beat driving, bodies dancing tight in every room. Booze is water flowing and Smokey Bob is pushing trade out back. Red Rita is paying off a debt in a dark corner, thinking nobody can see her bobbing head. She comes right up close, high-toned, wearing white silk, pussy-perfect fine. Why you dressed like a nasty hard boy? Bitches like you. Standing naked at the window, I watch the sunrise. Her hands reach around, cupping my breasts, lips at my ear. Still a bitch, girl? Oh yeah, but my bitch now. *** I told my husband I'd be here at seven. I was nervous, I didn't know how to tell him. I promised him I'd always be faithful. I have a new lover, it's been going on for weeks. Perhaps when I tell him it's a woman he'll understand. I feel so bad, I've only just left her bed. My fingers still carry the scent of her honey. Will he forgive me for breaking my vow to him? He remains silent. I lay some flowers at his feet and clear the leaves from his stone. Same time next week, my lovely husband. *** It wasn't the first on her office desk, but the first in the middle of work. Her token protests soon fell away. My tongue was truly inspired. Thrashing wildly, scattering everything, I thought she was going to break my neck when she came. What's the matter, babe, got a pubie? she asked. I pretended to fish something out from my mouth. A rose gold ring with a match-her-eyes emerald. Marry me? Fuck, yes! She breaks our kiss, looking toward the door as muffled, laughing cheers echo. What the hell? That's when I noticed the fallen intercom, blinking green. Broadcast: All *** Late home from the pub. I only popped in for one or two, it soon became three or four, actually, I lost count. I was going to be in so much trouble. Instead, for once she was pleased to see me, very pleased in fact. She was demanding, we were at it all night. She couldn't keep her hands off me. We tried it every which way around, and I must say she has never been so adventurous. Opening eyes, looking around room. Everything's the same, but different. She's snoring, she never snores. Wrong house, fuck. It's Verity Rambles'. Damn! *** Thanks to having worked from home for so long, it was now almost second nature to her. Every day at 3 pm, she'd developed the uncontrollable urge to take her Apple Pencil and insert it into her dripping wet pussy. After slowly massaging her clit, she'd bring herself to orgasm and scream out her boss's name, who she'd fancied for years. Fine whilst she was still at home, but now she was back in the office, things became a little awkward, especially when her boss was standing nearby. *** One man short for hubby's poker night. Bob says you really need four players. Perhaps my lovely wife would like to join us. Hubby says, with an almost sarcastic chuckle. Sure, why not. I'll deal the cards. So, little lady, what's it going to be? said Bob. Strip poker! Hubby almost spits his beer out. The shock on his face is priceless. Strip poker, you say. What are you going to bet? All in. I get the feeling tonight's going to get quite interesting. Depends how you interpret all in. Serves hubby right for laughing at me. *** I can't help it, I do tell occasional little white lies. Sometimes I simply stretch the truth a little, or gild the occasional lily. But it's my tongue, it has a mind of its own. It flutters, it rasps, it corkscrews. All the little things that matter when attending to the needs of a lady. But what really pushes theoccasional. lady over the edge, is when I allow it to split in two. Now, your mind is working overtime, what it's like to feel it buried deep in two separate places.? Or, what it's like to be me? *** I shouldn't, but I need to. My final interview's in twenty and I'm janky nervous. This always works. I've got a mind scene scrolling and my finger is clit-busy, nice and wet. Then the bathroom door opens, then the next stall. I'm spread-leg frozen. Mmmm, don't stop now, sweetie. Smells delish, her voice whispers. I feel something touch my shoe. A wicked black Jimmy Choo, caressing the edge. We begin as one, envisioning each other, trading nasty needs, cumming together. Go, she whispers, I'll wait. Ms Jones? It's my turn. Head down, I open my eyes. Black Jimmy's. Wicked. *** Night wind howled, chill to the bone. Monstrous legends of fear and fur lurk under the full moon. Yet no fear stopped fair Amelia on one Hallows Eve not forgotten. Entranced by beastly myth, she snuck past the pumpkin patch and crept away from the safety of home. Quiet cold embraced her. Silence save the crunch of leaves and memories led her deeper into the forest's womb. Hot breath fogged. A snarl teased her neck. More human than not, familiar eyes glinted in the silver moonlight. Stripped bare, she surrendered until love-bitten and sated, transformed and howling with her lover. *** Trick or treat! chorused the kids as the door creaked open, revealing a witch. She admired their outfits, handing out sweets. There's a red smear on your chin, one had observed. Oh, just marmalade, she chuckled, wiping it off. As she shut the door, a mischievous smile graced her lips. Heart racing with anticipation, she descended into the dimly lit basement. Her gaze was drawn to her lover's bare, dripping pussy, her delicious sweet nectar tinged with a faint trace of crimson—proof of her former innocence. Where were we? the witch purred, picking up the bloody dildo from the table. *** They met at the athletics meet. Both were dressed revealingly. His vest emphasized his biceps. Hers bared her stomach. Both wore high, tight shorts. Each admired the other's muscular legs. Her sex drive overcame her anxiety about not knowing him well, which vanished when his penis entered her vagina. He took his time. They exchanged smiles as he thrust gently inside her. Forty minutes later, he was fucking her vigorously, urgently from behind. One day, the ravages of age would render such athletic sex impossible. But that could wait. For the second time that summer day, she came first. *** For months, we talked about the philosophies of sex, be it in the mind or body. Confessing our own sexcapades in the past with various lovers. Telling each other where we liked to be touched, what positions gave us pleasure. I waited for you to make the move, even if a simple touch. Wearing the clothes that hugged what you found sexy about my body. I walked with confidence, swaying my hips as I took each step in front of you. Mentally I imagined being ravished by you, yet you didn't accept my sexual invitation. Your loss, someone's gain. *** Her fluttering lashes draw me closer, one bat at a time. Just one taste. The sweetness of her mouth masks her potency. I come back for more. Whilst my fingers test her depths, her gripping cunt loosens my ring. When she cums, it slips off with ease. I'm addicted. The slow burn goes unnoticed. Nothing matters except our next fuck. I thrust deeper, harder than the last. She marks me with her teeth and nails. I wear her scent. When the bitter aftertaste hits, it's too late. I lie lifeless, watching her sashay away with everything — including my wife. *** Wet and ready, Linda clambered onto the bed alongside him. Both naked. His delicious, hard cock jutted temptingly. Linda, hot in anticipation of his delicate fingers, bringing her exquisite pleasure by stroking, nipping, probing her every orifice. Mouth and tongue would follow only to linger around her clit. Passion rising, Linda held his gorgeous cock, and wordlessly, he directed it to her wetness. Smooth, explosive entry before that divine log-like penetration, and both humped repeatedly until an ecstatic shared orgasm hit them. Gasping, he murmured, Open marriage forever. You're my darling brother-in-law, Linda whispered, giggling. While he's away fucking your Rachel. *** Go to the Pleasure Chest. Buy handcuffs, nipple clamps, blindfold, strappy. Return home blindfold her. Slowly remove clothing build anticipation. Handcuff her hands to bedposts. Tease her to dripping wetness. Edge her until she begs. Remove all stimulation. Leave her in suspense. Drink wine as she squirms. Secure the Feeldoe. Slowly penetrate her. Let her adapt to the sensations. Adjust the rhythm to her gasps and moans. When she mewls and begs, increase tempo fuck her senseless. As she cums, yank clamps off. Enjoy her scream. Release hands, remove blindfold. Kiss and pet her until she drifts to blissful slumber. *** Sliding on my hot pink leggings and tucking my clittie so tight, I sneak out the backdoor for my morning strut. I'm on the hunt. There he is, walking toward me. As he gets closer, we both smile, and my pulse quickens. His shorts can't hide his excitement. After a quick kiss, we slide behind the bushes. I love when he holds me tight and grabs my ass. I can feel his hard cock against my stomach. As I kneel, I pull his shorts down and take him between my lips. He tastes delicious. God, I needed this so bad. *** I love the way your lips feel against my lips and tongue, he said, so soft and supple, so warm and wet. He wasn't talking about my mouth. I looked down at him. I'm quite fond of your lips and tongue, too, my love. I felt rather than saw his smile before his tongue burrowed into me, first aft, and then into my pussy, and I gasped as he suddenly moved to flick my tiny erection. He paused again, looking up at me. You're very hard and dripping wet. Gently pushing his head back down, I whispered, Don't talk lick. *** When? Sunday after the service. Richard? The slender brunette with almond eyes and strawberry-colored hair smiles and shakes her head yes. I don't believe it! He said it was the only way to get rid of my demons. Yours or his? Bastard! Ours? The two laugh as they chew their gummies. And your mother said it was the best since Pastor Tanen. Isn't he? Bitch! Did he fuck you? Just a bath in my face. And you were cured? Completely. Drank? The brunette laughs, shifting her shoulders. If the devil comes back! And he'll come back? The Chewing gummies explode. *** I'll call you Bert you call me Lo. Let us go, you and I, to look for America in a thousand roadside diners. I'll eat cherry pie and count the stones to find out who I'll marry, while you finger my smooth slit, beneath the table, when the waitress isn't looking. No one needs to know about your madness or my need to break the rules—to spill sand from my red shoes on the floors of a hundred motel rooms. Then lie back in your arms and charm the penis snake until it grows. *** It has been fifty years, yet I never forgot a single detail. After work, every Friday, we secretly met in our favourite hidey-hole behind the post office. I clearly remember how she possessively held it firmly in her delicate hand and how I liked watching her do it. She smiled. She blushed. She giggled. She gasped. She begged. She licked. She moaned. She swallowed. She moaned. She licked. She begged. She gasped. She giggled. She blushed. She smiled. Your best friend was always like that each time we were in the ice cream parlor. I knew back then I'd marry her. *** She's the reason I come to this market. So sexy cute, with cropped red hair and eyes that make me weak in the knees. I wait till the check-out line is long, just so I can stare and dream. So where today, lover? A long soak after our run? Mmmm. nestled between my legs. soapy hands caressing those sweet breasts. fingers stroking my thighs, as I nibble your ear. reaching down, cupping your plump, smooth. A finger gently touches my arm, as a woman's warm voice whispers in my ear. You do realize you're talking out loud, don't you, dear? *** Captured in your lens, you watch. I squirm. The raw first impact shot my synapses. My eyes blanked. I hate how disgusting I am, how I lose control. There's nothing pretty about sticky, smelly natto. Humiliated, the shutter clicks. Already, my pussy drips. The more your gaze devours, the more it smears, the more I sink. Amateur Models Wanted. No nudity. No Sex.Said I needed quick cash. My ruined image feeds your fetish. Covered in gloop, massaged into every nook, I won't admit I'm one finger-flick away from masturbatory bliss. Your breath quickens as I succumb to my shame. *** Their last kiss was laced with a passion meant to linger and sustain. Then, he marched to war, head high, ignorant of the horrors ahead. When his eyes clenched to the red, she appeared in a yellow dress. Soft breasts pillowed his head in the hardened trench. Her pink lips soothed his sores, and rose scents masked the stench. They made love in the bedroom of his mind. Impassioned cries became the birdsong, drowning out death's noise. Others thought him mad by his smile, never knowing her love was his solace. In the end, only one promise was kept. *** Satan. A brilliantly beautiful virgin. Like an insect trapped in his cobweb of seduction, she can't crawl away from exorcism. Not when she has surrendered her heart, body, and mind to the Supreme Cambion. Not when her wrists and ankles are bound on the onyx altar, shamelessly naked, spread-eagle for the coven to witness. She squirmed under the dark shadow of his possession, dreading the release from the forbidden breath of debauchery that had consumed her innocent soul. Wanton cries of carnal delight echoed in the covenstead, muting her shrill cries of pain in the pits of hell for eons. *** I love your work. Mmmmm. You're the best writer I know. Yessssss. No one can top you, babe. Oh God, don't stop. I'm your biggest fan. Feeling the stretch. I read every one of your stories. Confidence swelling out of proportion. Always comment. So fucking close. Then shove a big throbbing1up your vote-box. Satiating my inner-critic. Beg for it. Stroke my bloated ego and screw me with a low score. Jam it hard and deep. Please? Please. Bend over the Freud, Jung and Ainsworth, babe. Spread those legs wide. It's time for a psychological pounding you'll never forget. *** I am cryptid, made in the minds of the lost and hungering. You might ask whether I exist without them, or, whether I am the sounds of rustling leaves in an empty forest, or, the crunch of a snowy footprint in the wilderness of time. All I know, is that I bring challenge to those who would hunt me down. Fear to those who don't know me. Lust swells in some when they see the size of what I offer. But, I bring love to those who climb into my lap and look me in the eye. *** Paris is so divine. She dropped her coat on the bed. Her voluptuous breasts, ripe melons moved loosely under a silk blouse. Eiffel Tower and Louvre in one day - only one task to go. Dark nipples pointed like accusations. It's done, I played her the video on my phone. Her eyes widened, When? On the crossing, it will be weeks before the body washes up She nodded, started to unbutton her blouse. Then the rest, as agreed. Please begin, I'm quite ready, she said, brown eyes locked on the whip. *** You, my love, smiling at me, naked, hands tied, dripping in anticipation of what's to come. How did we end up here? It was a slow parade from ordinary to extraordinary. A journey we took hand in hand, together. A spark from a night of delicious teasing evolved, slowly crawling out of the oceans of our minds and leading us here. We took every step together, not knowing what we'd find. We found more, so much more within each other, so much more of us. The rope, the knots, the labels, all ring hollow. just love and trust, binding us. *** Looking across the desk at the handsome young man before her, she was unable to help herself. With her free hand, she slowly pulled up her short skirt - and with no panties in the way, she started gently rubbing herself. As the interview progressed, her motion became more vigorous, thoroughly massaging her clit. By the end, she had brought herself to orgasm. Having practised this many times in her old office before her promotion, she knew she could remain professional. As he left, he knew he was successful - she'd forgotten that her new desk was made of glass. *** Your ass? You were saving that for marriage! But he looked sooooo sad with me leaving for college. Calli rolls her eyes. Giveaway. Guessing she's frat house slut queen by sophomore year. More likely football, but yeah. After school, we get ready for work. While Calli sets up, I open Zoom. They slowly log on. Five today, not bad. I move back and stand in front of the table loaded with our collection of toys. Calli snuggles up, smiling with anticipation, running fingers through my wedge of russet curls. You're first, Mistress Three. What would you like to see today? *** You sure there's nothing else you want to bring up? Dr. Emily taps her pen waiting. Linda looks at the clock, hesitating. Five minutes left of her fifty-minute session. I think I'm attracted to women! Linda blurts out, partly because she wants to get her money's worth, but mostly she lacks impulse control. Linda's eyes dart around the room, avoiding eye contact with Dr. Emily. She settles her gaze upon her therapist's long legs covered in sheer black tights, black dress falling above her knee. Dr. Emily's lips part as she smiles and nods warmly, Let's explore more next week. *** Wish you hadn't said that, she said as I stepped out of the shower. Said what? About having sex tonight like you are making an appointment in the diary, I am all tingling down there now. I want it now. You know we can't baby, we have to go out this has been planned for months. I know, but I could really do it right now, she pouted hands on hips I would too but it will have to wait until tonight. You promise? I promise. Good because tonight I want a right good fucking. *** Whilst out shopping, I saw the most handsome salesman ever. I was instantly turned on. Everything about him oozed sexuality. I was getting wet just thinking about the things I could do to him. Moreover, what he could do to me. I've never been so turned on so quickly. He was absolutely gorgeous. No sooner was I on the bed, one hand on my breast, the other rubbing my mound. Eyes closed, licking my lips. I was so close. Then I hear his voice, Madam, madam. You can't do that in my shop. You'll have to leave. Oh, dear. *** The moon was out in the ink-black sky, stars were glistening like diamonds. I was on the beach, walking along the edge of the sea when I saw her. She was as naked as the day she was born. Her honey-colored skin tipped with dark brown nipples. I stood and watched her for a moment when she cupped her left breast and lifted it to me. Walking towards her, she opened her legs, an offering of Asiatic promise Dropping to my knees, the aroma of her sex assaulted my nose. As I fed, her cries pierced the air. *** Gag me, Annie. Make me drool. Your tits gonna be spit soaked, babe. Mmm. What's the red lipstick for? Writingspit-slut. on your tits. God, so debased. Writinganal-whore. on your thighs. Annie, my cunt's oozing. Writingfuck-toy. above your mound. I'm such a filthy little bitch. Going to post pics, babe. Fuck, cam-whore. They'll know how dirty I really am. They'll see sticky strands of spit and pussy-goo. Paint us in yogurt too! Gross. I'd do anything for love, but I won't do that. You're Australian. So needing culture smeared on you. Where's my crop, you little brat? Giggles. *** Our eyes meet. She walks confidently across, taking my hand and leads me out, apparently not noticing I've banged my knee on the table. Limping after her, we arrive at her door, the handle coming away in her hand. Eventually it opens, and I follow, hitting my head on the low doorframe. No words are said as I stagger after her into the bedroom. I fumble uselessly with her bra until she takes over before pushing me back on the bed. I miss and fall on the floor. Dragging myself up, I hear a noise. Oh God, my husband . *** His reflection's on my screen, washing my twenty-stories-up window. We both deserved a work break. Skirt and panties fell. Balancing my forehead on my desk, I jutted my ass towards him. Fingers spread my cheeks, teasing my naughty hole. Like what you see, window-man? I grabbed my plug. Pussy spat on it and it popped right in. His window washing stopped. After ass-fucking myself a few times, I invited my lonely bullet vibe to the party. Legs trembled. ass quivered. PUSSY SQUIRTED! Whew! You see that, hon? Impulsively, I spun around. Boo! His screams trailed off to nothingness. Oops! *** Connie, thirty-three, that's me. Continuously searching. Constantly needing satisfaction, however brief. First orgasm at seventeen opened my mind to wild desires. Frequent iron-hard cock is essential. Foreskin or not. No matter. Fingers wrapped around such solidity is rapture. While tracing the large under-vein, viewing the shining purple, sometimes cherry, head, with its tiny slit, I'm deciding where I want it. Occasionally, it's two together, but it's been two separately tonight. Now comes the third. Tall, handsome, confident that his huge cock knows instinctively which orifice to fill. He's written lucratively about all my couplings since I married him. *** She plies her trade with a smirk on her face and she juggles with my dopamine, and I become whatever she wants. You might say she is devious. She would say she shows me my true self. I say she makes me hard. My skin becomes her playground, teasing, caressing, clawing and torturing. I let her play, for I am within her control when she juggles my dopamine. Then she claims her prize, she wants my seed, no stroking involved, except in my mind. And I am powerless, all because she found the secret passage and juggles my dopamine. *** The phone pinged, it was a text. Sorry we argued this morning darling. How can I make it up to you? I can think of a way. Tell me darling, anything. Would you tie me to the bed and make love to me? Really? Yes, you did say anything. Wow, of course I will, if that's what you want. I do. You know I've always wanted to try that. Yes, and I'm feeling quite naughty today. Okay, I'll have the bed ready. Lovely, I'll be home soon. I'm not sure whose phone this is, but they really should lock it. *** This is the dark down place, beneath the city and the sun. I belong to Tallia, her chattel whore. I was given in payment, but came willingly, for a better chance. In wake time, I suck and fuck as her barter for food and scavenged things. Before sleep, I pleasure her body when she desires me. In between, I tend her fire, beaten if it falters. Only one thing here is mine alone. Fashioned from a bone I found in the heaps, worked true in secret with careful strokes, it cuts sweet and smooth. Soon the fire will be mine. *** Did I really invade her presence, so that her body shook and trembled with joy? My voice in the night, when the moon shines so brightly, is as sweet as honey. Yet, when I whisper my wants in her ear, I set a fire in her soul and stir her desires in a caldron of my magic. Safe in my grasp, bound on the altar of my wants, I peel her open. I steal her sleep, but gift her with energy that would fire her to the stars. Rampant passion wreaking havoc in her mind and across her wanton body. *** The fire door allowed a good view into my brother's attic bedroom. Sitting back in his chair, his jeans at his ankles, his girlfriend on her knees before him, head bobbing up and down in his lap. Sensing me, she glanced at the window her eyes locking on mine. She held my eyes as she continued her efforts, then held up one hand, making thewanking. gesture, she pointed at me. Opening the door, I stood watching her efforts, masturbating my hard cock. Now her eyes stayed locked on my cock, watching, waiting until I spurted. *** Five hundred dollars? No fucking way! So this is how the week is gonna start. I try to explain about riding the brakes, but she ain't listening. Listen, you thieving dyke, do I look blond-cunt stupid? Enough. I sweep the bench clear and dump her on top. Told you not to call me that, bitch! I hiss. I yank up her skirt and invade her skimpy black panties. Two fingers buried deep and she's cumming YES! YES! YES! hard. Check in hand, I watch her drive away. Thieving. Third time this month. Beginning to think she's doing it on purpose. *** That night was going to be filled with so much promise. I'd never paid for sex before. I was determined to get my money's worth. I was getting wet all day thinking about the wonderful orgasm I was about to have. Satisfaction guaranteed I was told, an orgasm like no other. I wanted to feel sexy and dressed for the occasion. Nervously, I climbed into bed. I was as wet as I'd ever been. My wait was finally over. My mind and body were ready. And then, those three dreaded words, batteries not included. Sort it out Lush Shop. *** Thirty years on and the sex is still good. How very lucky I am. The way he caresses my breasts. The gentleness with which he enters me. All this time and he still makes me cum. As good now as the first day we met. He knows exactly how to please me. No man could understand me more. Love and lust in equal measure. Having him inside me is all I ever want. For thirty years we have shared our bodies. Never once, in all this time has my husband found out about us. How very lucky I am. *** Payday Friday night and the alley is busy. The warehouse boys got money to spend and appetites to feed. My camera is ready as I peek around the corner. Two hummers left and a wall fuck right. I ease in and creep closer, giving a crossing rat the right of way. Rita Sugar flicks me an eye and blinks the okay. I snap and move, then catch the big blond boy cumming loud in Bitch Queen's ass. Fuck the johns. It took me forever to earn the girl's trust. They think it's art. I really do it just for me. *** Never use this word! said my English teacher after I insertedcunt' in a sentence. I just learned it from a paperback smuggled by someone across the Iron Curtain. Straight from college, she was hot. I was trying to impress her. My English improved dramatically the year she came to my school. I would sit in the front row following her every word, trying to spy a glimpse of her thigh or color of her slip. I tried every day but could never reach her cunt always getting lost while removing her bra or panties. God, she was so efficient. *** As I lay in the golden sunshine, the heat scorching my body, I felt a sudden shock as my nipple responded to the icy drip of cream running over the swell of my breast. My eyes flashed open as I saw you standing over me grinning as you dipped my nipples into your ice-cream-filled cone. Shivering in anticipation as you watched me, eyes pleading with you to lick off your spoils. But you waited, teasing me, as I ached in your shadow. Smiling, small white teeth exposed, you lowered your head as you lapped the cream from my quivering body. *** I pull away to take a breath and gaze at her glistening orchid. I feel the trembling in her thighs. She's so very close. Shall I pause longer, make her beg and plead? Or give her what is burning for release beneath her freckled Irish skin? A maid? Really? Is that necessary, my dear? Yes, my love. Then a maid it will be. Now, what shall you do to repay my kindness? Whatever pleases you, my husband. As her cum slowly calms, I straddle her face. Now, what shall you do to repay my kindness? Whatever pleases you, ma'am. *** He'll be here soon. I feel the anticipation building. Just the way he watches me without judging. He will never know how much he turns me on. He's here, sitting in front of me, staring directly into my eyes. I move my hand down and start to masturbate as he tells me about the events of the day. He looks straight at me as I start to orgasm, closing my eyes as I do. Oh, that feels so good. I open my eyes, he's gone, the adverts are on. Same time tomorrow Mr News Reader, same time tomorrow. *** Blouse off, I open the dressing room door at her knock. She has a handful of possibilities. We got in some new plaids. She stops, eyes staring, locked on my gold nipple ring. Take them all. and you, I husk, pulling her inside. I kiss her hard. She squeaks, then grabs my head and counterattacks with her tongue. My hand slides under her skirt, into her dampening panties. She thrusts back hard as my fingers dance, cumming quick. She hands me back my Visa and a ribbon-tied box. What for dinner, babe? Thinking Thai, yes? Perfect. See you at home. *** Stepping closer still. Invading your personal space. Standing there in front of you. No words. No touching. Just closeness. Feel me there. So uncomfortably near. That's where I am. Your nerves not remotely unnerved composure fiercely undisturbed. That stillness is my longing. Perpetual steadiness of my gyroscopical being. Never so radically relieved. Inhaling your scent ascending fragrance of life. The silence brawling in the air between us, gainful darkness draw. Flushed energy rebounding and piercing my presence. Listening to every sound of your stable structure. Tasting without a single lick. Fundamental forces heated, by mind. There, and, so almost there. *** She sits a few stools away at the bar. Alluring, self-assured, giving me that half-bowed, side-glance look. Hi. I'm Brit. Alone tonight? Alicia. No, he's just coming in. Misread you, sorry. Doesn't mean you can't ask for my number. I type Alicia Absolutely and hand her my phone. She smiles. Tomorrow, yes? handing it back before he walks up. Brit! Is that you? Hello, Thomas. Know her? she asks her husband. Forever. Stole my girlfriend in college. Eventually forgave you, didn't I? he chuckles. Slyly watching, she slowly licks her top lip, eyes sparkling. But maybe not this time, Tommy. *** My wife was quiet when she returned. Oh God! He fucked you in the ass, didn't he? Lips trembling and eyes shiny with tears, she nodded. How.? I loved it, she whispered. He felt so good inside me. May I lick you? I begged softly. Coyly, she nodded. I slid the sheer panties down her legs, exposing her soft, creamy buttocks. I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue between them. Her salty, puckered entrance flexed as the tip of my tongue grazed her moist opening. She moaned with pleasure. Can I.? No. Only he fucks me there. I spurted. *** I found the battered box in great-gran's attic. In a niche guarded by spiders. Inside was a silvered photograph, dated 1931. For all the world a dapper gentleman of means, there's no mistaking the she beneath the drag. The ribbon'd yellowed pages are my revelation of another life lived, then buried away. .eighteen today! Berlin! Feel myself, alive! .took me out dancing. I believe I love her. .and used our little man tonight. Madame Fürze came, fainting. .naked English bitch proclaimed darkness rising. Think she may be right. .finally got a passage. Cost two revolting fucks. .alone again, sailing away. *** BettyJane is getting married. Bachelorette party. Whole-Lotta-Cock Club. Can't get out of it. She's danced down to the Bride's Throne, surrounded by oiled-up muscle and speedo-straining cocks, the girls shrieking Do Them ALL! I'm startled by a finger grazing my neck. She smiles and flicks of her head, then walks away with her empty drinks tray. In a hidden corner, her lips find mine and my fingers her ready cunt. Cheering drowns out her cumming cry. Where were you, girl? She just got her fucking shower! Kelly from Accounting screams. Yeah. Really sorry I missed that. Call of nature. *** The view from up here is amazing, babe, she said. It sure is. He licked his lips. Structures so beautifully laid out. Yes they are. The arches. Mmhmm, that arch. Contours. Aah yeah. And the way the light peeks through some of the spaces in between. So artistic. Wonder when we'll be able to get this view again? I plan to have it every day for the rest of my life. Wait ho– Smack! He slapped her round and brown, then moved the pink lace aside for pinker inside. Baaabe. She smiled coyly. Rest. Of. My. Life! *** Just lie back and relax. You're going to need your energy.. Of which I know you're not gonna be short. My husband?. Cheating bastard.No, he's not around. Just you and me, sweetie. You know I met him same place as you? Thirteen years ago.. Same student bar.Call me nostalgic. You're built like him too, only. better. Feel that. Mmmm. College football, right? Strength.. And stamina. Once we get past round one. You're an improvement all ways. You're what I need, baby.. A bigger, thicker, harder. all-nighter. Okay, enough talk. Take off those shorts and come to momma.' *** Arms of oak reach me. Thoughtful palms. Twigs earned of fingers stare into my skin. Unavailing bark peeled away. Natures breath sways thoughts. No rustling. The whispers of my lilac eyes are heard. Growth, runs rings around us. Anchored firmly in the soil of your soul. Rock-hard wood tightly gripped. Caged unrest at the passage. Rooted in the still silence of your body. Basked in a climate of certainty. Before the onslaught of softness, wetness, sweltering red heat. Before everything. Gradual. Deliberate. Slippery elm. Excruciatingly unhurried. Inner earths brushed. Persecuted stillness. Deafening groans disturb the rich forest. Before the rain. *** I close the bedroom window just as my daughter bounds into the room. Hey mom, s'up? Ah. nothing. Was going to grab a quick shower, pulling my robe closed before turning. You? Supposed to be tutoring another college jock. Tapped him I was gonna be late, but got nothing back. Guess he-- wait, there's the door. Downstairs, I pass Amy as she heads for the kitchen. His name's Jamar, mom. The tall, bronze Adonis stands, his face dancing with a broad smirk. Nice to meet you, young man, I offer loudly, handing him the watch he'd left on my nightstand. *** You pay them to leave, wasn't that the phrase? Yet as Elaina pulled suspender taut over milky thigh and reattached it to her stocking-top, Jordan throbbed with melancholy at the girl's imminent hotel room departure. Within an hour, work and married life would reinstate themselves and Dr Jordan Baskin would count down, in ward and bedroom, to reunion with this slender Parisian goddess. Her whispered endearments, the ministrations of her subtle hands, the suck and caress of that deliriously talented mouth. All that Jordan's husband never provided. She watched, and ached in bliss, and longed for next time. *** Pausing, hand in hand, I look into your eyes. Ready? Yes. You? I buzz two short, one long. The alley door squeaks open. Three steps in we disrobe, kneeling in unison. So we begin. Come, she commands with a sharp crop on our passing bottoms. She feverishly works between our bench-strapped bodies. Twisted up to the edge, I'm left begging as she does the same to you. After an eloquent eternity, we're finally allowed a shattering climax. Parting, hand in hand, you pause. What's wrong? I still don't think that's what they meant. Hey, said right there Stimulus Check. *** The conference was dull but got better when he put his hand on my leg, rubbing my stocking-clad thigh, I didn't protest because I was enjoying it, but I gave him no sign! He slowly worked his hand tentatively up my skirt, and it was all I could do to not smile. He's going to remember every second once he feels what's waiting for him. The question is will he like what he finds? I feel myself getting firm at the thought. I wonder what I might be able to talk him into later if he doesn't get scared off? *** I trudge reluctantly to the door. The bell's rung several times, pulling me away from my daily masturbation session. Opening the door I see the Hermes courier lady, a parcel in her hand. For you, she says, her eyes glancing downwards and a smile forming. Thank you, I say, grumpy at being interrupted. Oh, most welcome, she says giggling, glancing down again. I frown and look down to find out what she's amused about. Horrified, I see my semi hard cock poking from my shorts', pre-cum glistening on the head. The courier giggled as she left, winking, Have fun! *** Hi, Jake. Hi, Sal. What have I done to deserve this call? I am pregnant. FUCK. that's not possible. We only fucked a week ago. I am ten weeks. It's Jack's. We got married four weeks ago. What? How come you asked me to fuck you? You were the first to do it with me two years ago. Remember? For the first time? Well, now I am married to Jack you had to be the last one as well. It's only Jack and me now. Good luck. I will miss you. Miss you too. Goodbye Jake. *** Tongues tease, lips parted, scent arouses, sweet heavenly nectar as bliss hits. His rampant desire parting her wet folds, filling her slowly, seductively, achingly. Groaning together, she claws his back, steely rod impaling her deeply. Her hot core filled relentlessly with his fiery shaft, bodies straining, heaving. Her cravings satisfied over and over, moaning loudly with every deep thrust. Aching to feel his hot fertile seeds fill her sultry, luscious body. Fiery kisses, muffling moans, their naked forms press together as one. Bodies tense, hearts race, crying out in ecstasy as his hot lava fires deeply, mercilessly, souls clinging together. *** We were having drinks, commiserating about love and the lack thereof when Callie brought up something she'd read about, a DNA test that could find yourperfect match.'What a load. I'd like to see them try. All three chimed Perfect test! Two days later, I was mailing in a cheek swab. Dinner was a treat and the second kiss enticed me in. Gotta show you, be upfront. Stripping, I expose my tight-wrapped breasts and commando cunny dressed in its tangle of blond curls. Eyes wide, she moves toward me, smiling. Guess those scientists really do know their stuff! *** With the tightness of the knot came darkness: her breathing, ragged her mind, wandering aimlessly. She shivered from the cold against her neck followed by the warmth of a tongue as it followed the melting water that pooled in her clavicular well. The chaotic ice-cold rivulets twisted and danced around goosebumps that erupted over her skin before rushing to drip from the swell of her breasts. Her nipples froze from the dwindling, shape-shifting solid on its journey south. A tongue collected the meltwater that dripped from her nipple, swallowing, before the searing heat of lips sucked on it. She sighed. *** His strong hands lightly graze the length of her beautiful, enticing thighs. She smiles with parted lips, his fingertips reach the hem of her skirt. Hands slowly slip between her silken thighs before fingertips brush along the warm smooth mound of her sheer panties. Taking his time with every inch of her sweet silky curves. Touching. Tasting her silky lips as he pushes the gusset to the side. His velvety tongue slithers up her toned body as he grips her shoulders. Her hands hold his thick veiny cock and guide him deep within her slick walls. Shared moans, cries, YES!! *** It's the last run and the bus is empty, but for Alice, halfway back, reading a dog-eared romance. She braces against the stop, watching with bowed head as the wild child boards. She struts her tatted leather preen to the opposite seat. Eyes connecting, she opens her vest, flicking a pierced nipple. Spreading her legs, she windows a shaved cunt, curling a smile as her audience blushes. At her stop, she leaves with a beckoning finger. Looking down, Alice checks the canvas bag beside her. Cuffs, lube, clamps, plugs, charged-up vibes. She stands and follows. This should be fun. *** Simultaneously exhausted and sleepless, with memories of the night vivid in your head. Tied and teased while made to beg for release, repeatedly. Only when you had all but given up, were you granted that divine reward. Fingers moving, absentmindedly deciphering the residual red Braille, leading to a longing that throbs throughout your being. Your body craves this exquisite play, however fleetingly satisfied. The ties that bind always leave a mark and yet, those that cannot be seen brand deeper and linger longer, making us look for the other kind, that worn on the outside. Alas, none truly endure. *** As they were the only two passengers, she sat opposite him and smiled. They stared into each other's eyes, keenly aware of the sexual desire that existed between them. The eye contact broke when she started to pull up her dress, revealing no panties hiding her dripping wet pussy. As they travelled through the darkened streets, she began to rub her clit, but just as she was about to cum, it was her stop. She stepped down onto the pavement and looked back, hoping he might follow her home. Tonight was going to be a very good night. *** Verity!!! How could you? Darling, he was wearing the same mask. But it wasn't me, was it? I know that now, darling. I just thought you were having an off day. What do you mean, off day? You know, he wasn't anywhere near as good as you. Oh, I see, really? Yes, my darling, you know you're the best. Just a simple mistake then. Yes, darling. Am I forgiven? Oh, Verity, how can I ever stay mad at you? Turns to reader, raises an eyebrow and smiles. Better take him home before he realises how many masks I gave out. *** I'd never truly appreciated the power of touch until I lost both breasts to genetics. The hubby hung in for as long as he could, but I set him free. It was only fair. He'd lived through the anguish and my scars killed the passion. It was Lauren, a nurse, who opened my eyes the sensual way she ran fingers over the hardened tissue. Perhaps it was inappropriate and plausible she had some weird fetish. Regardless, there was a lustful nature to her caress. I rushed home and masturbated, repeatedly. For the first time since the diagnosis, I felt pretty. *** I enjoy feeling her fingers running through my hair. The gentle touch and soft voice of the hairdresser soothes and arouses. My erection begins with her ministrations. A colleague calls her to the telephone. Covered in a sheet, I unzip my jeans, tug out my swollen cock and stroke it. My lady glances across at me while on the phone, smirking. Her call ends and she returns to my side. Leaning close, smiling, she whispers, Naughty boy. Book the last session next time and I'll do that for you. Now put it away before I remove the sheet. *** My grip in her hair tightens as she manipulates the toy connecting us, bringing me to that brink, again. She figured out what made me tick that first time we met. Each time after unlocking my damaged parts, breaking my resolve. That's what she's paid for. Her eyes shine like a cloudless day, one could lose themselves in them. Pushing her head into the pillow, I avoid those baby blues. I can't, I'm not ready. She knows why. So she gives me what else I need. Rough. She gives herself over, allowing me an outlet for the resentment of another. *** He had to be reading a sex story, she thought. The expression on his face told it all. What are you reading? she asked. He looked up from his phone. He wanted to say nothing, but he knew that she knew. Caught, he simply replied. It must be a good one, judging from your expression, she said. It's refreshingly different. Most of the time, it's the woman who is portrayed as a sexed-up bimbo. In this story, the man is not very bright but is extremely sexy. Really, tell me more. Better yet, let me show you. *** Dinner party over, the last guest gone. I kick off my heels, slip off my dress and lie down on the couch. I close my sleepy eyes. I hear the toilet flush, footsteps toward me. My husband cups and squeezes my breasts. Moving one hand down to my tummy, before slipping inside my knickers. I'm already wet as his fingers gently enter me, teasing me with his touch. I lick my lips and moan softly. I'm tired, relaxed and horny. As I start to orgasm I hear a voice from the kitchen. Have they all gone home darling? Oh dear. *** He's peeking again, she laughs, pointing across at the narrow parted curtains. Gotta give him persistence points. He's what, seventeen? Most his age just jack porn. And miss live action? Powerful motivator. Whatya say? Make him our slave? Really? Without answering, she moves to her lover and they start a standing tease show fuck. Uh oh. Across the street, they see an older woman's face appear above the boy's. A hand smacks his head and the curtains snap close. As they giggle, the curtains slowly pull back open. Eyebrow arched, sitting alone, the woman gestures, her meaning clear. Continue. Now. *** Is that too tight? No, that's fine. Let me know if it starts to hurt. Are you going to do what you did last time? Would you like that? Yes, please. And you can go deeper if you want to. Ready? Shall I start? Mmm. go for it! You are so hungry, aren't you! YOU make me this way. That's not too cold, is it? A bit, yes, but it's warming up. Fuck, you are so relaxed. I ALWAYS love it when you do it this way. Now, shush! I am going deeper now. May I cum like this, please? *** You're late home today darling. Yes dear, it was John's last day. I didn't know he was leaving. He's not, just moving to head office. Oh, did you give him a good send off. It was just me and Sandra from accounts. He must have been a bit disappointed. Watch and learn. I managed to save the day. Oh yes. Put it this way, I can knock threesomes off my bucket list. Ha-ha, what's for dinner? See, men are stupid. Always tell them the truth, they'll never believe you. Meatloaf. Thank you darling, sounds delicious. Trust me, it was. *** He moves behind her kissing her neck, she sighs deeply. Bodies pressed, swaying erotically to their song. Hands reach down and find the hem as they kiss passionately. Top undone, naked luscious breasts exposed. Skirt raised, taken from behind, their searing heat grows with every thrust. Passion rising with each long, slow, deep, push of their hips searching for each other. Clinging to him tightly, his weight pins her to their soft pallet. Rod thick and rigid, thrusts deep inside her warm channel. Hips bucking, filling her with every inch. Muffled moans, she milks every drop. Claiming her, claiming him! *** Feeling very down, Dee wanted to devise a cure for whatever ails you. He went into isolation in order to find an answer. Found it! Pick a sunny day, climb a 1000 ft. mountain saunter down to the ocean and swim with wild dolphins Then come back home and concentrate. Masturbate to some big tited, 57 year old lovely on Cammonster. Worship the goddess And say the mantra, Hot Juicy Blessings, my friend. Squeeze the phallus, shake it up. Squirt some love juice Taste test the results. Clean up! Repeat! *** They'd met through a senior's dating site and the attraction had been instant, their mutual sexual desires soon obvious. Indeed, Sheila made it clear what she wanted during their first lunch, inviting Albert back to her cottage. It's been a long time, she said, opening her legs. For me, too, he said, grateful to be erect without a blue pill's help. Easing up and down her tight but moist tunnel, Albert smiled in proud satisfaction as Sheila panted beneath him, bountiful chest heaving, eyes tightly closed. Sorry, she gasped, reaching to a bedside table. Damn asthma. I need my inhaler. *** She stands in the hall, naked, blushing, and covering herself with her hands. Somehow, I turn my head. It's hard, because she's stunning. I offer my robe and my room, so she can call the front desk. The staff's on the ball, and they get there quick. As he leaves, my door opens, and she steps back outside. She looks no less beautiful wrapped in my robe. She's still flushed as she thanks me, but there's no shame in her eyes. Her sultry voice gives me chills when she leans in and whispers, Why don't you come get your robe? *** Looking back, the torrential rains were heaven's tears foreshadowing losing another soul. My sheltered life made me vulnerable. ripe for plucking.The gloomy, ominous house beckoned as if a sanctuary. Icy hands provided me succor. I saw solace in crimson eyes. Fangs unnoticed. As if I was a feather, he lifted me into the air. Impaled me. Fucked me til my pussy molded around his cock. Bound us forever. As pleasure ravaged my body, I barely felt the puncture on my neck. To this day, I crave his throbbing cock. However, I crave the throbbing vein in your mortal neck more. *** Look at you, dripping like a bitch in heat. Her moan only echoes what her cunt is preaching into the palm of my hand. Is this what you want. The rhetorical question slides from my lips against her earlobe. My body presses hers into the wall, I can feel it trembling. .fucking slut. I pinch her clit with my fingers as I slide my hand back, then let it pop from between. My fingers line up. Arch your fucking back. She does. Her whimpers almost break my resolve. Let me hear you say it. Oh, baby— Beg for it. Please. *** It's hard to pay attention to the road. We're heading home, but she has a hand in her shorts, and she's going to town. She said she couldn't wait, so I said to do something about it. I didn't think she'd do it, but I shouldn't have doubted. Every car we pass knows. They can't help but see. Her face is turning red, and she's writhing in the seat. A truck slows down and matches our pace. Just like me, they can see it in her face. I hit my exit and leave them behind. Sorry guys, the finale's mine. *** Click! It amazed him how such a simple sound could have so many meanings. He thought she had the volume of her phone up so each click of the camera sounded so incredibly loud. Click! The noise of the door closing as her friend Peggy came in, naked and carrying a strap-on. Click! The sound of the top of the lube bottle when she dropped it on the floor while stroking her own toy. CLICK! Went the lock on the chastity device, the same sound, but with such finality. He wanted this threesome, but hadn't thought about the details. *** Will it hurt? At first, yes. But then it will feel really nice. The grass feels wet. Yes, Little One, it's the morning dew. We are nearly there. Will I get to see it? No, my love, you are too young. But I'm nearly eighteen now. Still too young. Have you chosen someone to hold your wrists? Yes, Sister Tamsin. Good, she is strong. Will SHE be there? I expect so. SHE rarely misses an initiation. So she'll see me. all of me. Indeed, she will, ALL of you. I can hear the chanting. Yes, we are almost there. *** Oh fuck, yes! Show me! God, you're so fucking hot! I want my tongue right there! You know my clit's throbbing, bitch! Whole cunt's aching for you! So fucking wet! The bedroom door opens and he jerks to a halt, seeing his wife sprawled out and naked. Oh! You're home early! Perfect! I've been dreaming of you, hun! Quick shower -- be right there! She pulls the phone from beneath the sheet. Sorry, baby! He's here and thinks I'm all ready for him. She looks at the pouting lips of Ms Connor, Sixth Grade. Don't worry, Joyce. Tomorrow, same time. *** Remember the tennis girl? I blame her for opening my teenaged eye to the beauty behind. Older now, I slink into my lover's room and stand rooted to the spot. Lying on her front, reading a book, I see her short dress has ridden up to reveal her perfect, round cheeks, gently protecting the thin red band of her thong. Transfixed, I watch a moment, before tenderly caressing those perfect orbs, adding a kiss to my worship. A sigh, a moan, and I know my prayer is answered. Without a word, our clothes are lost, and love consumes us both. *** The sheer darkness engulfed my eyelids. The earmuffs only made my sense of hearing feed off the white noise. I could hear movement. I swear it. The clothes peg tried its best but that unmistakable whiff of leather caused my skin to shiver and when it touched. tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. Caused my anal ring to tighten. tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. Caused my pussy to drip nectar onto the riding crop. I actually felt it drip. The smell of leather inflamed my nostrils. Oh! And the taste when put to my lips – bliss. tap-tap-tap-tap-tap. I gasped, nodding knowingly. tap-tap- *** They show me the room where it will happen. Nice. the mattress looks brand new, there is the little row of chairs. I'm not as nervous as I was last time. It had hurt a bit at first, but that was because I was a bit tense. But when my dopamine kicked in, I was away. And I wasn't in the least bit sore afterwards. Now I must wait patiently while they get everything ready. The anticipation is already enough to get me shockingly aroused. I can't wait for that final moment when, at long last, the clamps are removed. *** It began in my mind, and a signal was sent Southwards. Soon my whole body came alive with the crackles and sparks of a million messages. What began as a mere caress was now setting my delta ablaze. Nothing could contain this fire, neither lips, nor fingers, nor tongues. Whilst I writhed and struggled against my bonds. Your smile grew wider. Your eyes reflected the flames as you watched me burn and burn. Suddenly, from nowhere, the feeling of a cool hand on my tummy. Then your lips and then the dam burst and quenched all the flames. for now. *** How bad is it? The questioned lowered her sun-glasses and exposed cherry-red corneas. Oooh, that looks bad. That motherfucker. Hey, he probably didn't do it on purpose, right? I told him to drop it on my tits. You assumed he was a dropper when he's obviously a sprayer. That was your first mistake. Fuck him. Don't be so hard on him. Why the fuck not? He was excited, and you're a looker, Maria. Whatever. Maria's phone buzzed and she turned it to read the message. A giggle followed. What? He apologized. See? A true gentleman. Ha, alriiiight. *** I stopped at my favorite coffee place. It was jammed, which was unusual in this time of minimum contact. I managed to grab a tiny table and was enjoying my coffee when a woman asked to share my table. I'm Brooke, I said as we introduced ourselves. We talked for quite a while, leaning in close because of the noise. She even smelled better than my coffee. Suddenly she asked, Are you a lesbian? I never know how to answer that question, so I kissed her. Turned out she was surprised by my answer because she wasn't — yet! *** Erik, a handsome, twenty-one-year-old man, was so happy, as Sasha, his beautiful, mysterious girlfriend who was twelve years older than him, wanked her dick against his face as her creative powers erupted in her body. Strings of cum splatted onto his lips, nose and cheeks as he tasted her warm and intimately powerful seed. Sasha continued to stroke herself as Erik gently licked the cum from the head, allowing her swollen, dark pink form, to pass gently between his lips. Sasha kissed and cuddled with Erik. But soon, they were snogging again, and playing under the covers. *** The bus leaves the car rental station headed to the airport. You sit across from me and I notice your hand move to your crotch under your short skirt. We lock eyes I can tell you're rubbing your pussy. You smile at me and open your legs wider. I see you're making your thong wet. Looking back into your eyes, I watch you progress from playing, to gasping, to moaning. Then I see you shudder and quake as your orgasm washes over you. I lock eyes with you as you come down. You leave and I pocket the wet thong. *** I think you have something to show me, dear. Yes, Miss, I reply. These words are my cue to get undressed. No school uniform today? No, Miss. Now I'm seventeen, I can wear my own clothes. Once again, I am standing completely naked in the sunlit living room. A friend of yours is here. I look through the open door into the bedroom. A girl lies on the bed asleep. I know her she's in the year above me. Her bare skin glows—there are red handprints on her bottom. The door closes. Wake her up, dear, so we can begin. *** The provocative preliminaries led to the Fucker scooping up the Fuckee and tossing her, screaming and laughing, onto the bed, her spreading legs inviting his swinging cock to deeply join her succulency. Watching his lion-like crawl, feeling his cock-head penetrate, she murmured, God yes, take me! One quick thrust. The Fucker was in control. Damn you Fucker! Hammer me! Do your worst. I need it so bad. He performed as demanded. The Fuckee moaned, writhed, clawed his back, until. Oh god, yes, yes! she exclaimed as the orgasm wracked her, his hot seed spurting. I love you, both uttered simultaneously. *** Gone was the color in my life. Even nature turned grayscale. Feeling nothing was worse than pain. The goth sign appealed to my dark mood. Shedding my clothes, I slipped in, pitying my sleeping nipples dead to the chilly water lapping at them. A tear fell. The waters muddied and he rose from the depths, one hand squeezing my neck while his forked-tongue fucked my ear. I welcomed his fiery eyes and terrifying horns. He twisted my nipples erect and melted the ice from my cunt. The waters seethed with cum. I awoke. Dry mud flaked, revealing glowing flesh beneath. *** It's beautiful,'I said. Didn't know what else to say. The wind rattled the corrugated iron roof, and, in the semi-darkness, an enormous model yacht. It belonged to my Grandfather, she said. The sun shone in from a tiny hole in the wall. I pulled up my top, and the spot of sunlight glowed on my tummy. We did it on the ground, beside the boat. We were only sixteen, half-naked, pale little bodies, all stretched out on the stone floor. Afterwards, we kissed, not really knowing why. But I tasted myself on your lips. That was the first time. *** Her scent is under my skin, in my brain, along with the sight of her taking me in, with her smile, her gasps and moans, with words spoken, hinted and silenced, and the void of questions ignored. These stay for weeks but fade, the pain never leaves. Who is she entertaining now? Not coming to bed yet, I need to finish something. My poodle Cassie sniffs at my pants, places paws on my shoulders and licks my face. Her I cannot fool, but she does not mind if I see other women, she only minds if I see other dogs. *** The workout is harsh as fuck. Mind suspended, body on fire, I try to meet the demands screamed into my ears. Come on, bitch! Wanna see pounds dropping like the sweat from all those nasty creases! That all you got, pussy? Work harder! Make me believe! The final knot is tied, cords pulled tight, a sideboard full of choices ready. Flickering candles illuminate naked, quivering flesh. It's time, my sweet little fuck toy. Mommy's been dreaming about this all day. Going to make you beg for mercy. and so much more. In the gym, I'm hers. In bed, she's mine. *** Did you bring a toy with you? he asks. No. I didn't need to. I have one right here. I'm not a toy. I'm a real boy! This makes me laugh out loud. See, I'm telling lies. Right now. My giggles continue to spill forth as I feel him filling me. I encourage him: Lie to me! And he did for a little while. That climax, however, was anything but. *** Katie swings back around, wide-eyed. Her? Girl, she is so above our league! Those who don't dare to fail are the champions of mediocrity. Says who? No clue, but I'm going for it. She is nineteen shades of high femme gorgeous. And knows it. Her x-ray eyes travel head to thighs, blood red lips smirking. Not even on my deathbed, little cunt. A hand reaches out and snags me as I slink back to the bar. Don't be disappointed, hun. She's a lousy fuck. Now me, I love a girl who strives. Drink? Sometimes failure yields a sweeter success. *** I'm sitting at the bar, waiting for him. He's late. I'm drinking our favourite cocktail, sucking on the wedge of orange like I always do. But you're not here to tell me off for being a tease. I'm nervous. And wet. I'll probably leave a stain on this plush barstool.He's just come through the door. Very handsome. Nice choice. Thank you for letting me tick this off my list of fantasies. I promise, it will be a one off. I love you more than anything. Don't forget, I'm yours and forever will be. Dinner's in the fridge. See you soon. *** It was a grudging courtesy to my mother. One of her country club vipers had a son visiting home from college. Mother, I told you I didn't like men a decade ago. Haven't changed my mind. Nonsense, dear. A nice dinner out. What can be the harm? The things we do. He picked me up at 7:00. By 7:05, he figured out I was queer. The jacket and tie helped. The dinner was as expected, but not a total loss. When the blond valkyrie serving us gave him the bill, she palmed me a note. Still hungry? off @ 10 *** Strawberry red, the lips she spreads, wrapping around the things she wants and needs. Telling the perfect story in sighs and highs. Of laughter and joy and trembling drips of passion. My Princess smiles. Tasting lips so beautiful, glistening, scarlet, quivering in prayer. She displays in royal supplication and is licked in anticipation. A full-course dinner of luscious stories told in touches and sensitivity. Our story told and retold through lips never hesitating to spread once more. Touched, entered, used, and bruised. The lips she offers in flushed adoration. The scent, the taste, the fruitfulness fulfilled. Refreshed in strawberry red. *** One of my besties dared us to go commando. At our favorite pub we went, no one could tell, so we kept laughing about it. Then She walked in. I have never been attracted to another women!. It simply didn't do anything for me, but out of the corner of my eye, someone walked past and when I saw her, I flooded the vinyl barstool. She squeezed between us to order something and I saw her nostrils flare. She looked right at me and said, Did I do that? She touched my back and I knew my life just changed! *** Is it c-o-m-e or c-u-m? I'm old-school, so I go with the first one, but nowadays? Probably don't matter that much. I feel like c-u-m is too nasty, but c-o-m-e sounds too fucking polite. Know what I mean? Does it matter? Both mean yer shooting a wad, right? I mean, yeah, but you still wanna get it right, ya know? Right? Hey, fuck that. And why you wanna know anyway? You don't worry about alla that, aight? Fine. The first gentleman retrieved his phone from his pocket, selected Maria and typed: Sorry for cumming/coming in your eye last night. *** It's not my sort of party, but I've had a long dry spell. I jimmy some daddy's lock and find a bottle of97 Stony Mountain cab. I pour a glass and claim a corner of the leather couch. This is so fuckinawesome! blondie burbles, plopping down beside. Just did some dude's snake! So fuckinbig! Still a bit on your cheek. She wipes and licks it clean. As she prattles on, I look across. There. Pallid, withdrawn, alone. I thread through the groping, dancing couples to her. Waiting for me? She looks up, cheeks pinking. All my life. *** The clatter of dinner plates turns her head, but I hold my stare. The curving neck, the raven hair, the perfection of her ear's shell. She swivels back, locking eyes. You were saying? Ah, right. Sorry. The merger papers. She pulls herself tight against me in the hotel bed, hungry with naked to naked lust. Thought we wouldn't happen, girl? Those fat money boys, they're the only ones entitled? They get shit from me. Only you deserve the fucking reward tonight. I lay back, enjoying her expertise as she begins to tender her opening offer. It'll be my counter next. *** One of those blink and you're awake mornings. Hot wind rising, feeling frisky, sheets flung off. Camera rolling. Breakfast done. Curtains open, body naked, time for yoga. Camera rolling. Long warm tub, nice slow play. Camera rolling. Zoom, Zoom, Zoom, blah, blah, blah. Just a pin-stripe blouse and steel rim specs. Casually rocking the butt plug, watching a sidebar mommy/step-daughter hoty. Camera rolling. New toy delivered. So fucking big, so fucking want it. Camera rolling. Wine, scented candles, and golden light. Time for that tender touch. Camera rolling. Hi sweetie. What's your day been like? Hang on, I'll show you. *** The flick of my lighter echoes the emptiness in my apartment. Sizzling of singed rolling paper replaces it as I inhale deep, filling my lungs. Her words linger. You're perfect, it's me. I promise.' Yes, I am. I'm the one she begged to fuck her like the dirty slut she is, who made her body perform. Like it's meant to. Who still tastes her on my bottom lip, like yesterday's leftovers. The perfect rainy-day fuck. I thought this one was different. Slouching against the headboard on top of messy sheets, I sigh while downing three fingers of whiskey, Her loss. *** You meet her at her sexual peak. Lucky enough to have found her at the right time. Reaching sexual maturity. You've been told many times that it's just at this age. The woman's vulva is choice in her early thirties. She fell for you at the right time, Mister. Your lady's perfect. She seems to agree as she manhandles your fervent shaft using both hands to stroke it and then sliding herself onto your sword of sensuality. Perfection! You are grunting, ramming into that juicy, prime piece of meat. Fill me up, Daddy! Glad to oblige. Here it comes, princess. *** Lockdown hair, hairdresser neglected, touseled and freed to pursue its own destiny. Arched eyebrows, tweezer plucked into submission, shocked by the inevitable. Almond eyes, narrowed and sightless, all pupil, iris a mere halo of dopamine delight whilst mascara flecks scatter themselves across my lower eyelid. Wrinkles and crinkles in delta patterns etched across my skin, testimony to all the orgasms, all the laughter, all the pleasure that has gone before. Teeth bared, lips tight, breath inconsequential, saliva flecks glistening. Flushed in blissful abandonment as I stare in misty eyed delerium at my mirrored reflection. The sacrifices I make for authenticity. *** Come in. I call from my desk, answering the knock on my office door. Hey Alice. Hiya Bonnie. What's up Got those topo maps you requested. Thanks, appreciate it. So you hear about Doc Smith? Somebody walked in on him feeling up a girl after class! You'd think he'd know better than messing with a student these days. Hadn't, but not surprised. Those male profs are all toads. Close the door when you go, will ya hun? She's gone, baby, I murmur. Lounging back while fingers ease my thighs open wide, I grin as her lips embrace my clit again. *** That central male character, I assume that is you? Perhaps. Why did you have to make me a prostitue in your story? A courtesan. It was more fun to write it that way. Semantics. And who is that red head with big boobs you are so fond of? Don't you see it? Both women are you. Really? Then you made me fuck random strangers, two at a time! They are not strangers. They are me too. Do not fool yourself, they are nothing like you. Why do you say that? Because I know, I fucked them both. *** The first snow of the winter settled upon the ground. It came on the cold easterly winds. In no time we were snowed in. We knew there were enough supplies in the cupboards, for the time being. The open fire roared to life. We snuggled up together underneath a blanket. With desire in our eyes, we kissed passionately. Clothes were ripped off, flung to all corners of the room. With the warmth against our naked skin, we made passionate love upon the shag pile rug. *** Eskimos have hundred words for snow. So? I have fifty for vagina. I was indoors watching the weather report of temperatures in single digits. Unimpressive! I use more than a single digit masturbating. Reminded, I snatched my seasonal toy Frosty with vibrating carrot/nose. It pleased while also improving eyesight. Soon I was pounding my cunny with produce, watching the weathergirl. Her chest looked like a 3-D map of Tibet. I opened my legs pretending she observed my weeping furburger. Suddenly, sports dude joined her, looking in my direction. Could they actually see me? What the fuck is a Zoom call? *** I am sitting on your bed, my arms around my knees, keeping very still and very quiet because you are being photographed. In nothing but an unbuttoned shirt, you stand quite naturally in the light of the window. Your body is toned, slim, beautiful. There is no sound except for the camera's shutter, the photographer's murmurs of appreciation and my own pounding heart. You are almost erect now. The curve is evident, as is the shape of the tip. And now you are properly hard, fully erect. The photographer smiles. Then she nods, and you begin. I am already there! *** Lauren opened the door to Jack's flat and let herself out. She walked a few paces to her own door and let herself into her own flat. In some circumstances what Lauren had just done might be known as the walk of shame All Lauren was wondering was, why had she waited so long? Lauren caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess, her makeup a disaster. There was no question about it. Lauren had been freshly fucked and well fucked as well. She looked into the mirror and smiled. *** Winter's alluring angel beckoned me, offering me freedom and comfort. I willingly went to her, my wants lay bare. Strangely, the bitter-cold snow did not sting. Her fingertips set my flesh ablaze. What was dormant now sprang to life. She enveloped me, offering her bosom for me to soothingly suckle. A new spring awaits, she whispered. Do not fear. Her legs splayed and my cock found sanctuary, thrusting with vigor, melting the cradling snow. Release stole my last breaths as winter kissed me goodbye. ooOoo Those who found my frozen body gazed upon me in wonder. My expression revealed peace. *** My daughter's friend, Mandy, spent lots of time in our house, but my daughter wasn't home yet. I was on the couch reading. Mandy walked right over to me without a word and mounted, literally mounted, my thigh and started rubbing herself on me. I was shocked, to say the least! In a few minutes, she came and left a large wet streak soaking into my leggings. Then she did the incredible, she got up, straightened her dress, and as she walked out said, Thanks, I needed that! I sat there trying to figure out what the fuck just happened! *** Stripping my clothes as I walk through the front door. Rushing upstairs in a heated fire, knowing you're there. All day, I ached for your touch. Satisfied only with the knowledge that I will feel your heat soon. Rushing through the door, my heart skips. Sitting on our bed, with a delicious hard-on, I can see you're just as needy as I. Not moving an inch, as I wait for your command. Wishing to be filled deeply with your seed. I hear your growl when I bite my lip and I know it's time. Slowly, I move toward my paradise. *** Waking in a delicious fog, I found myself bound face-down to a blanket covered log. My arms and legs were tied down, as my ass was pleasured by a supremely thick cock. My last memory before waking was Don bringing me a conciliatory dinner at work. We had argued at length about my long hours and working weekends. When they realized that I was waking, yes, I said they, another cock pressed into my mouth. With two cocks see-sawing my holes, I was reminded of the night that Don and I met. We shared our fantasies, and this was mine. *** Everyone else in the bar was deep in conversation. We were silent, staring into each other's eyes. Your hand made my thighs quiver as I perched on the edge of a barstool with you standing next to me. Your sensitive touch caused pleasure waves to course through my veins. Your fingertips as soft as my honeyed lips. Your patience, outstanding. I searched your eyes. I noticed your shoulder drop, your hand twist, the forward movement. Your finger sunk effortlessly into my waiting sheath and my whispered moan reinforced the smile on your lips. I never thought you'd do it. *** There I was, on my bed at my parents, Madonna's Like a Virgin LP cover propped up by a pillow as I squatted naked in front of it, cock in hand, masturbating to her picture. Getting close to spunking over her, hand on cock moving fast, when the bedroom door opens wide. Standing there is Susan, a cousin of mine. Not embarrassing enough for her to catch me cock in hand wanking, my cock picks that exact moment to ejaculate, my spunk flying into the air, looping and landing on Madonna. Susan just smiled and said, Enjoying yourself? *** She tosses me onto her bed. I wriggle into my usual position. Not this time, she says. Seems I'm to be on my side, with knees drawn up. The blindfold isn't normal either. The gel is cold, the instruments colder. I feel the mattress sink. Someone else is here. The first tingle of electricity. Good girl, she says. Now it begins. A gloved hand pushes my knees closer to my chest, and I know it will be good. My climax comes almost immediately. Something is put inside my mouth. I hear more voices. It goes on for hours. *** Just you and me today, Claire? Thanks for letting me come over, Honey. You're a woman with good ideas. Gina's usually the one with the ideas. I love her, but sometimes. I'm less outgoing than Gina, so. It's okay to need your own space, Claire. Yet I'm invading your space, your home. Although, it feels comfortable. Please. Get comfortable. Shirts off? And bras. Hee hee, that tickles, Claire. Oops, sorry. Don't stop. Touch my nipples, too, Honey? Or, suck them? Yes. oh, my pussy's creaming. You can feel if you-- Feel mine, too, Claire. Yesss. I'm gonna. Cum for me. *** Oh my god! It's so good! Amy shouted back over her shoulder. He had her hands pinned against the wall of the tennis club changing rooms. Her short tennis skirt hitched up above her waist as he thrust into her from behind. I'm so close! Amy shrieked. She let out a long groan as her climax ripped through her. Her pussy tightened on the married man's cock. Urgh, grunted her tennis coach. The pressure was too much and he unloaded deep inside his young student. I knew you'd give in eventually. Amy lauged. This tennis skirt works every time! *** A stair creaks. I've learned the sound of each and every tread. He knocks first. Nice, not everyone bothers. But he doesn't wait for the invitation, and there he is. Hair long, but reasonably clean. The gun-belt comes off first. He is careful how he sets it down. Now his shirt. Fewer scars than most. He looks at me and swallows anxiously. I help with the rest, and now he is where I need him. And when it's done, there are tears in his eyes. From my window, I see how it ends. Sad. He is still wet inside me. *** His strong features affected me even from a distance. His tanned skin, blue eyes and that smile made me feel heavenly. I needed it, wanted it so badly. He held the thing I most craved in his hand but I needed to keep calm, in control. I swooned at his sensuous touch. I looked into his eyes feeling my heart beat faster and faster. My breasts heaved. It was a small prick but that didn't matter. It was going in me. I closed my eyes and felt it slide in. In that instant, I fell in love with AstraZeneca. *** Professor Clement was reknowned internationally recognized as the most knowledgeable authority on English, its vocabulary and usage. But the only verbiage escaping her lips were, Oh, oh, god, oh. The burning fire in her pussy reduced the eloquent scholar to primal grunts. And suddenly, the inferno subsided. Her somewhat dim student Matt, pulled out leaving his gooey deposit inside her. Well, gettinmy A doc ? he blurted. She weakly nodded the affirmative. Her mind, like her body, still in its primitive animal mode could only form the basic banal words, Good, good, so so good. *** Lisa went into the forest with her two boyfriends. She was thirty-five, they were nineteen and thirty. She had a beautiful figure, tall and athletic. A brunette with beautiful facial features. Her boyfriends were both handsome, hairy forest men. She held their hands at each side, her bare, toned ass jiggling as they walked through the trees. The weather was hot in the pine woods. The pine smelt beautiful, holy and cleansing. Lisa bent over, revealing her big pussy lips, and big brown eye. It was now time, for Lisa to claim her boyfriends as one. *** We never did drive across the states nor did we finish the remodel of our home. Something more important took over our dreams and plans. Looking over at you I am reminded of our first kiss that led to your first promise. As I sign my name below yours I feel my eyes watering again. How did we get here? What went wrong? As I turn to walk away from this cold empty room, her perfume clouds around me. Choking away the last fleeting moments of hope. Never looking back, I take my first steps to a future without you. *** Whu-peesssh! Yow! What the fu- Cupid cries, as my whip bites his buttocks. You brought me numbnuts, Cupid! Kimmi flicks her wrist again. Whu-peesssh! Owwwwww! Damn it, woman! What do you want from me? I want a real man who always kisses me first, whispers porn in my ear, bites my neck, gropes my tits, spanks my ass, licks me raw, fucks me, balls deep, into the next century. and. LOVES MY CATS! But, I used my longest arrow, he whines. Kimmi rages, It's not the length of your arrow, but how you use it, Cupid! Whu-peesssh! *** How is it possible that I can feel you this intensely and be a void all at once? I am sick with longing, yet my skin still burns from your touch. I have heard of this feeling. I have scoffed at those who have said these things. I have not believed. I do now. Our parting was necessary. I know that. But it took away my breath. I cannot breathe. I need the breath of your kiss. We did not have enough time. Perhaps, we had too much. My body calls to you. Reach for me. *** Sprawled on the ransacked bed, she's painted red-gold by the setting sun. We've been fucking since check-in with all the lust and abandon we shared in college. Even lunch on the bacony ended in a fruit salad orgasm. I touch her cheek. So what's this about, Clara? Why the sudden need? Why now? Getting married, she whispers, eyes closed. Oh. This'll be our last time, sweet Puss, but I'll hold my love for you in my heart forever. As will I. We hug and kiss, mixing our tongues and tears. Now where's that silly strap-on of yours? It's my turn! *** How to tell Harry? His hardness filled Cassie. Harry growled while thudding and spurting fiercely against her cervix. She'd always accepted this. His sexual needs had become a norm. But Harry needed to know that someone unexpected had entered her life. Three days earlier, and that first kiss. They'd just met. But no protest as gentle fingers circled bare nipples beneath her dress. Cassie was shocked and surprised. It was so good. Second meeting, and lips ran along labia. Tongues searched wetness. Oh, the smoothness of touch, such gentility. A whole newness. Now tell Harry, about her delectable Melissa. *** I had an accident, I fell off my bike on my last ride in Novermber. The pedal caught something and over I went. No damage other than my pride and a couple of scrapes. Two months ago the cold weather hit and my bike stays in my unheated garage. I don't go out there often, it's cold. Today I found a dildo stuck to my bicycle seat with a sign: To help you stay on. I need to figure out which of my lunatic friends did that so I can kill them. I've been looking for that toy for weeks! *** I finally finished my new Spider-Gwen costume, it was perfect! In the comic-con, the attention started immediately. A new personal best for the number of photo requests and several guys certainly liked my look. I turned and almost ran into a Spider-MJ! She looked even better than I did. She hooked her knees over a wall and hung upside down, her red hair cascading beautifully. I thought we were just going to pose, but instead, we recreated the kiss from the movie. Holy fuck, that girl could kiss! Lots of attention from the crowd as I couldn't stop kissing her! *** Bare creamy thighs opening in the moonlight, the longest parting of my life. Nails rake along legs when I draw closer to this glistening nexus, flesh quivering the way a wave does right before gravity causes it to crest. Tongue gliding between lips, greedily lapping at the slow river of ambrosia flowing. A slight tang mixed with sweetness like ripe cherries. Circling the hood, massaging the swollen tender bud beckoning with heat. Fingers glide inside as a sigh escapes, an intimate breathless note. Lips sealing over the bud with the delicious pressure of suction. I'm just beginning to devour you. *** Six years of frustration release as she pushes me on to the hotel room bed. Six years of bitter memories gone as she straddles me and rides me hard. Six years of anger surge through me as our bodies climax together. Six years after she cheated on me we meet again. Six minutes later and she's gone. Back to him. *** This beautiful dream was never expected. The gentle caress, a brush of skin. So much in a simple touch. A bond born ages past stood before them, gleaming. Dear friends turned lovers, a union strong and true. Hidden desires revealed and embraced, unspoken love rejoicing in the wind. Warmth envelops them fierce yet welcoming. What lay before them, a road untraveled, mysterious, unknown. In preparation for this new mystifying adventure together, a pause for reflection. Gazing zealously into each other's glimmering eyes, slowly their lips meet. With an embrace sweet as a cherry they set off, the road less scary. *** Daphne only peed in front of her boyfriends if they agreed to play with each other's dicks at the same time. Daphne was a beautiful, petite, dark-haired twenty-five-year-old. Her boyfriends were eighteen and twenty-four. Walking in the forest, she bent down on all fours, pulling down her jeans and panties, showing her tanned ass. Stretching her cheeks, she began peeing. Her boyfriends gently held each other's cocks, stroking them. Daphne let out a cute fart and squirted a little more pee. She embraced the fart by shaking her ass, peeing a little more. *** Opening the terrace doors, the thunder's reverberation rolls through the room. Threads of falling water glint a skein of gold in the candle light. I turn to you, stretched out on burgundy velvet, bound with black silk cords, skin glowing white with a marbling of palest blue. Your low, pleading moans caress my ears. I can see your want, your need, seeping already. How shall I take you tonight? The long, aching tease? The swift, driving thrust? Contemplating the ash on my cigar, an idea comes to mind. I take a sip of brandy and move to your side. *** I knew better than to let them tie me up—especially wrists to ankles. Then the ball gag. Another mistake. Of course I could wiggle my fingers to indicate stop. Like I was gonna do that! I wanted it bad and they saw to it! First came the spanking. My ass must have been bright red when they finished—it almost made me cum. Then the fucking. They traded back and forth, using both my holes, making me cum almost nonstop, filling me over and over with their spunk. Ring-ring-ring-ring! Fucking alarm. Crap! Another damn dream. I really need to get laid! *** Oh, no. Shit.' What?. asks Mel. Those fucking frat kids. You should've hosted, Mel. They'll ruin Cassie's birthday—' Hey,. says Mel. Suddenly I'm holding an empty wine glass.Leave it to me.' Oh, Mel—'But she disappears in the throng. I forget all about them, honestly. Only in the bathroom do I hear it: Creaking. Moaning. The guestroom. I peer inside. One hovers over Mel, ass leaping between her legs. She sucks another's balls. The third fucks her hand. Oh, Suze,. Mel sputters.Take one? She releases Handjob Boy. Grinning, he approaches. . the door clicks shut behind me. *** I look down as you tighten my clitoris clamp again. Those roots of yours will need retouching soon, I think. And don't even think about cumming any time soon, you say, your face close to mine. I rattle my chains and moan a bit, just to show willing. Kiss the flogger, slut, then I will flay you alive. Any chance of an antiseptic wipe?I want to say but don't. I'm not that cruel. So, what are you thinking, my pathetic little sub? Just thinking I might do a stir-fry tonight. Yay! Good shout. *** It wasn't the look on her face that told me I was the sucker. It wasn't the confident way she stood with her custom pool cue. It wasn't even this remarkable room dedicated to billiards that took my breath away when I walked in. It was when she challenged me to a game of Strip Pool. Unable to speak, I nodded my acceptance. She looked me up and down and decided I needed a handicap — so she took off her dress. That's when I knew I was being hustled and, to be honest, I didn't mind at all! *** I'm sitting astride him, playing with his cock. Not teasing, just enjoying it. It's not huge or anything, but it is very beautiful, stylish even. He's circumcised. For me, that's nicer, and it makes the tip less sensitive so I can play with it more. I am tapping it with my fingertips. That makes him SO stiff, and it bobs a little bit, in time with his heartbeat. If I wriggle forward and squish my labia against the base, it looks like it's part of me. My personal man-clit. Oops! So much, I just wish I could cum like that. *** Lucky looks at her-long time friend and wonders. Her friend looks up, smiles, and pats her leg. Lucky sits—then realizes she wants her friend. Not in a rough way, but in a loving, sweet, never-want-to-stop-kissing way. So, Lucky gives in to her feelings. They kiss and it happens. the earth doesn't shake but Lucky knows she's found her true Mistress and lover. She's finally where she belongs. Easing into her lap, she swiftly unbuttons her Mistress. shirt and fondles her breasts within her bra. Soon she's hungrily sucking on firm nipples and happy as can be! *** Chloe shook her head, amusement playing behind soft blue eyes. Emma could certainly go on, her words tripping off her tongue faster than her thoughts. Only one way to silence her, really. Crooking her finger, she motioned for the girl to scuttle forward on her knees, youthful cheeks a rosy pink as she finally fell silent. With a sudden lunge, Chloe grabbed the girl's blonde tresses and, using them as a handle, pulled her between her thighs, squeezing them closed as Emma's mouth and tongue went to work. Such a good little whore, she murmured, chuckling at the muffled reply. *** Happy birthday. Seventeen eh? Gladyouare enjoying it. This is the first time we have fucked bareback. Like it? I do. Just be careful. How many guys have fucked you? Two, Peter and John. How many girls have you fucked? Two. Who? Sue and Jan. Who is the best? You. Oh, shit . Oh shit. Get it out . quick . get it out. ............... Did you just cum inside me? Sorry I didn't get it out in time. Happy Birthday. Shit, I hope I don't get pregnant. Me too. *** Uncertainly, she walked, naked, into the bedroom. Also naked, he lay there, eyes closed, cock, semi-flaccid on his thigh. She laid alongside him, fingers stroking his sac, and limp rod. Turning to her, their lips met. A warm, gentle, affirmation. Fingers caged her perfect breast. Down to parted thighs, where, without probing, labia was caressed. A fond kiss, loving, dream-like. Hard day? he asked, clutching her close. Bitchy female staff. Another kiss. You? Bullish bosses. She snuggled against him. Kisses and special words exchanged, but intimacies withheld until that relaxed evening that was always guaranteed to ignite their ever-lasting flame. *** Maria tongue kissed me - so much for no PDAs. My girlfriend, Natalya, stepping into the fruit and vegetable shop, saw my tongue swirling in the other woman's mouth. You fucking bitch, Natalya said. You said you'd give that slut up, Annie. What? Maria said. You said you'd leave her, for me. Fuck you. Not seeing you again. Bullshit artist, Natalya said. Here we go again. Untrustworthy. No more, bitch. Together, they stalked out of the shop, ignoring each other. Mr Wong said, Special on thick cucumbers, just for you. What? I asked. Cu-CUM-bers, he replied. You'll be needing two. *** You push open the car door with weak arms, struggle out and stand, legs wobbling. You shiver as the night air chills your saturated cunt and the rivulets leaking down your thighs. You stumble up the walk, the shards of your now crotchless pantyhose prickling, your ears ringing with begging pleas, vulgar exhortations, and a chorus of cumming cries. Reflected in the front door window, you see the disheveled hair, the smeared lipstick, the glisten of passion bathing your skin. It's crystal clear now. When Connie Nichols offers you a ride home from book club, always, always, always answer Yes! *** She invited me to her hotel room and bade me fix drinks while shegot comfortable'. My hands were slick with nerves. She was, in a word, spectacular and far out of my league. This only happens in dreams! She came out dressed breathtakingly sexy. She turned away and looked over her shoulder and simply said, The question isn't whether or not you want me, it's what are you willing to do to have me? The look on her face was both a challenge and a dare. Only one word came to me, Anything! Her smile thrilled and chilled me! *** He sat on my sofa with his ass barely on the cushion. My wife faced him. They kissed passionately. She slowly rode her boyfriend's dark shaft using slow strokes. I watched from the floor. His cock was slick and white with cum. She was stretched. He slipped out on an up stroke. Cuck. Put him back in me. I guided his monster towards her. As I touched her sweet spot with his purple helmet, she stood. I'm going to the bathroom. Keep him hard. She pushed me to masturbate him. She whispered as she passed. Next time, use your mouth. *** Nice I thought, waking to my cock being fondled. My eyes opened in alarm. Wait, I'm at mates. with him and his missus! My cock was squeezed, causing me to get harder. The mysterious hand began tugging my erection, masturbating me with vigour. Shit, it's either my mate or his wife! There was no one else in the house. Let it be his wife! I prayed. The hand felt soft, the actions well practiced. Soon I was spurting. A voice whispered in my ear saying, That, was fun! I knew now the hands owner. My friends. daughter, back from University. *** I'm tired of slutting around. I want a real boyfriend. She stopped her ministrations for the fourth time.. Pouring fresh oil on my shrinking rod, she started stroking again. How would that work? I inquired as I squirmed. Give Jeff a key to the bedroom deck door. Invite him to visit anytime. He will understand. I groaned and she stopped stroking again. I shook with desire. Grasping tighter, she stroked faster. You'll get to watch more. What do you think?. she asked as I hit my peak. Yes! I screamed in ecstasy. Good boy. I knew you would like that. *** Each night I build our nest anew. Pillows plumped, duvet shook, bedside water fresh. Peeping out, I watch as you brush your teeth—nude. Now we snuggle. Tonight I'm Little Spoon. I nestle my bottom in the curve of your body. The extra blanket was a good idea. You are nuzzling now and nibbling the scruff of my neck. My bum wriggles my response as your hand slides down to cup my sex. And now I am all possessed and protected. Safe and warm. And smiling. Your sigh is a signal, then your final whisper, I love you so fucking much. *** You wanted to see me, Ms Wallace? Am I in trouble? No, but I'm concerned. You've been late for school and your grades are slipping. You're off to college soon. Sorry, but I'm tired. Got a job. Minimum wages won't keep you, young man. You need college to make a real living. But I'm making $250 a visit, three a day, and keep getting more calls. What are you doing, Timmy? Is it drugs? Who are you seeing? Can't tell that. Maybe I better just show you. He stands slowly and drops his pants. Holy Shit! Where's my fucking wallet? *** I need you, Dan growls. Sadie, turning from the sink, feels his hardness pressing. His fingers parting her dress, she whispers, He'll be home soon. Quickly then. To the kitchen table, lifting, lying her back there, knees high, legs wide. He grins lustfully, That oldie, Jack Nicholson screwing Jessica Lange— Postman Always Rings Twice? she acknowledges. Love role-playing, don't you? With his thrusting urgency, she absorbs him into her throbbing wet heat. Knowing, like her, he's about to come, and his spurting will be unstoppable. Voices: Mom! Dad! I've brought Daisy for tea. You in the kitchen? . *** Light fading, Adam, headlights on, answered Shari's whispered question. An hour or so— He laughed, as fingers explored his inner thigh —if I stay on the road. Stop in that lay-by! Obeying her unexpected demand, he braked. She groaned, Can't wait that long. Must know. You've waited this long. Her religious father's influence. You've been patient. Shari spread herself over the backseat, dress already wide, discarded panties soaked. She guided his hard penetration as though practiced. Oow, Pain? Mmm, Pleasure? Consummation in the backseat. Shari giggled. Unexpected gift, Adam gasped. Virgin no more. Ecstatic honeymoon awaits. *** It was quiet. The sound of sleep replaced the nose of frenzied passion. My wife lay between her dark lover and his younger brother at home on leave. I shifted position on my chair as I stared at them in the dim light. Her skin contrasted with theirs. Her curly hair glued in spots from their dried cum. Her lips were puffy. Her pussy swollen. I needed relief. My hand stroked. It wouldn't take much. Are you sure? We will require your services again, my wife whispered. I willed myself to stop. I needed to save my arousal for later. *** Once before I knelt, sitting zazen before the Two Doors: The Lady or the Tiger. Last time I chose Right, and the Lady became my wife, and the breath and love of my life. Then she and our child died in childbirth. Now I again sit zazen before the Two Doors, hoping The Tiger will rend me unto death, ending my suffering. Standing, I choose Wrong, hoping the Door will yield a frenzied animal that will guide me to the end of my life. It does. Her younger sister steps forth, and embraces me. *** Under the table, I see your legs crossed at the ankles. Your calm voice talking as I crawl. Your first clue is my breath on your thighs. You tense up and I hear a bare quiver in your voice. You fight me as I open your legs, but you can't fight too hard. I push them open wide and lick my way up your thigh. As I kiss your panty's gusset, I hear you cough as you jump. Licking through the thin material, I taste your sweetness starting to flow. In moments you are so close! I love Zoom calls! *** Charley whispered, How's that working for you? Vincent sighed and let Charley's drippy prick drop out of his mouth. I was just getting on enjoying that, you silly twat. They both chuckled quietly as each began their work again. It was not long until Charley was squirting his spunk out into Vincent's greedily sucking mouth. Vincent took it all as Charley finished jacking him off. That's the most Charley would do. All he could do. But he was happy to help out when they both had some need. After all, they shared a foxhole. They were mates. That meant something. *** The club jammed with a nice selection to pick from, we take our time. Dismissing the usual wannabes, I decide on Wall Street. She picks Cowboy. Choices made, we make our way out to daddy's big old caddy at the far end of the lot. I take the front, while she rocks in back. The big boat is soon bouncing, reeking with fuck lust. How's he doing, sis? Not bad. Soft hands, good lips. And? Could be more. Yours? Way big for what I want. You and that hungry asshole. Okay, boys, you heard the lady. Time to switch seats. *** It was a hot day for hiking. We came to a stream. Skinnydip? She suggested. Actions spoke louder than words. The water was cool and refreshing. Her hand sought and found my cock underwater. My fingers entered her vagina. Fuck me. My cock replaced my fingers. The stream turned turbulent. Oh, Frank.. Oh, Frank, she screamed as the birds echoed her cries. My cock erupted and filled her with my creamy syrup. As I withdrew from her, the ropes of spent cum overflowed from her cunt and drifted away. We kissed, dressed and resumed our walk. Two happy people. *** Nestled in the wave cresting between your trembling thighs, your passion's nearly a whine in your throat. My desire is discovered, lost, desperate, and found in your flesh. Parched lips tremble and reluctance disassembles tantalizingly, surprisingly. before you beg, Fuck me. *** You approach my chair, stop close, and give me an inviting look. I gently tug you onto my lap. Encircling your waist, I pull your back to my chest. You sigh happily and I sense your smile that matches my own. The exposed curve of your neck is too inviting to resist. I lower my mouth and kiss it tenderly. Increasing the pressure, I suck on your skin, and mark you as mine. I soothe the area with soft kisses before I pull you closer, holding you tightly in my arms. I never want to let you go. *** The tingling in my knees as the numbness intensifies is barely a distraction from the soft moans and whimpers emitted from her parted lips. Desperate for her pleasure, I'm lost in her delicious, wet, heated folds. Her trembling, ivory thighs hug my ears, her glittery fingers clinging to my hair as she presses closer from her woven seat. My tongue laps at her slick flesh, as I lovingly devour the bud swelling against my tongue. Losing myself in her scent and taste, her softness gripping me harder as her flowing juices nourish my needy retort. As she shudders, I cum. *** I watched as Rob stroked his throbbing eight-inch dick, the shiny bulbous purple head slick with pre-cum. He let out a groan. Fuck, ah'm cummin'. I held out the freshly-baked scone, still warm from the oven, and Rob offloaded at least six healthy dollops of spunk onto it. As the semen soaked into the golden-brown dough, I spooned a big dollop of strawberry jam on top and took a bite. My nose and tastebuds relished the perfect combination of moist, tangy semen and fruity sweetness. You're right. Cream first, then jam, I declared with satisfaction. *** She gasps, I don't usually tell that. Tell what? Scores I give guys if I orgasm. Very generous. Not really. One point, cumming from active penetration. Two points from clit and valley tonguing. Love that. Earned you four points tonight. Points? There's a league? There is. Stroking his length. Getting harder. Licking is tops? No. Anal's my favourite. Men being cautious, cumming is infrequent. I just explode if a guy hits me right, scores six. And where am I in this league? Lascivious grin, Bottom. Body turning, lifting from her knees, On that very subject, want a top score? *** Driving by, my headlights focused on a couple hiding between cars. A dark man with his pants bunched at his ankles leaned on the SUV on the left. An attractive female knelt before him. Her painted lips locked around his substantial manhood. Large hands held her head in place. She swallowed. Moving past them, I parked two spaces away. Shortly, the passenger door opened. My wife slid in tucking her unfettered tits back into her dress. She reached over and kissed me with her lips parted. I tasted fresh cum. Go to Joe's Bar. I need more, she directed. *** FlightRadar may not be the most used website by lovers of erotic fiction, but if you know you know. I had checked a hundred times already but the Airbus had left Oliver Tambo airport on time and the plane was currently somewhere over Congo. I had tried to get some sleep but my mind was having none of it. Everything we had written, every word we had spoken would soon be coming true. We both knew that this was just too good to miss, we would be wrong to not give it a go.§ Her flight would be landing soon. *** Matt's our lodger. We have an agreement and he works in the dining room. I often look through the kitchen serving hatch, watching him work. Today is no exception. I avoid his quick glance and cautiously sneak another look. He's on the verge, and I'm urging him to do it. I'm already sliding my hand down my knickers in anticipation. There it is, Pornhub. I wonder what it will be today? Spanking, yes, my favourite. I gasp as my finger contacts my clit. I see him fumbling getting it out. If only he knew how wet I was. Watching him. *** Amy let out a loud moan as he entered her from behind. Pinned against the wall of her parentshotel room, she felt a sense of satisfaction that her hard work had paid off. She'd been teasing him all week. Suggestively walking past in her tiny bikini at the pool. Smiling across the breakfast room. She'd been careful to be discrete when his wife was around. After finally catching him alone in the elevator Amy was now claiming her reward. As she pushed back, she heard Dave grunt and felt that familiar warm rush as he unloaded deep inside her. *** They take a booth in the diner and order coffee. The end of a first date. It's been fun. You're cool, he says. Her hand extends slowly. You rock, too, she smiles, fingers tickling his thigh. His hand hesitantly touches hers, moving fingers in a questing dance. I've never felt like this before, he whispers, glancing around. I know, her hand squeezes. You're so different. He shudders, runs a finger under her damp panties. Her hand grasps his thickness. Sipping his coffee, he sighs, Jesus, Princess. You like it, Daddy? she asks. Oh, yes. They have great cherry pie, too. *** Past Gilman, I pull in for gas. I slide my card and punch buttons, straining to read in the glare. Please see the attendant. Of fucking course. I open the door to an room shelved with uneatable crap. Hello? She pops up behind the counter. Half-buzzed hard red hair, barred nips under a tight white tank. Masked, we both stare, hungers recognized. Passing through? No real hurry. I wake early as the sun peeks the window, its slanting beam lighting her breasts. I slip out, dress, and drive away, tasting her still. Some days you gotta believe the machine. *** Okay, let's do it, Peter. He pulls his wife's panties off and she lies back on the bed. He kisses her neck, her breasts, her thighs, then buries his head and licks her. Two minutes later, she pushes him away. Reluctantly, he withdraws. She spreads her legs and raises her knees. I want that beautiful cock! Fuck me, now! She reaches out and wraps her hand around the stiff shaft, pulling it in between her thighs. I sink deep inside her. We both groan with pleasure. She grins at him. Another week of this and we'll be even, cheater Peter! *** I'm lying here feeling tired and unwanted. No energy, no buzz. My goal in life is to keep her happy but all I can hear is the smack, ow of the paddle and noises of pleasure and pain. I yearn to be part of their lovemaking, to bring those nipples to the peaks they deserve, to make her clit grow with lust and to dive below into the sweet folds of her sex, revelling in the juices I help to make. I crave the darkness I find burrowing between her legs. For goodness sake, buy some more batteries for me! *** You need a warm, blood-filled, lengthening cock in you – not some cold, lifeless dildo, he says. I walk away, soul-searching what I really need. Later that night. Reassuring eyes unlock my caged heart. Whispered words penetrate my guarded mind. Ravenous mouth and tongue melt my frigid sex. In my eyes, by the time she straps it on, it's a natural extension of her. As she fucks me, she becomes my religion and I shout Her name to Heaven. It's not the cock that matters, but the one wielding it – and she's anything but cold and lifeless. *** They say that women are cold, and the purpose of men is simply to warm them up - emotionally and sexually! The thawing of the frigid mind happened long before her wet panties try to douse the fire that now burns. But she was attached to a male, devoid of what it took to see past his own need - a monthly missionary style fuck - duty done. Then she met him, and slowly, her vision began to shift. Seeds of hope were planted. She warmed, she leaned again to care each day. Now she understands, the fire burns hot. *** He knows I can't resist, loves to tease, knowing I won't—can't say no. He knows what happens to me when that weapon is brandished. He knows there are no rules. He knows any time and any place. He knows he can lord it over me because I am weak. He knows the terms are unspoken, always open. He knows my drug, so highly addictive. He knows it makes my mouth salivate. He knows I can't control my hyperfixation. He knows I need every drop. He knows what that dick does to me, he knows I love it so much. *** My wife, Sarah, loves watching me fuck her older sister, said recumbent Dylan to his neighbour, Denise. Buxom Denise replied Oh, you filthy couple, as she gyrated cowgirl style on Dylan's giant erection, tits jiggling provocatively. However, Sarah doesn't know that I frequently screw her younger sister. Fran has the biggest tits of the three sisters and, by far, the juiciest pussy. Denise shrieked vulgar obscenities, climaxing uncontrollably. Thanks so much, you two! exclaimed Sarah, sitting, legs splayed beside the bed. Sarah also orgasmed noisily as she thrust her giant black dildo into her own oozing cunt. *** On a rooftop, their bodies were entwined under the night sky. His mouth explored hers hungrily, her fingers digging into his back as he plunged into the depths of her unbridled passion. Moans and whispered confessions filled the night air, while moonlight cast playful shadows. A molten flood of desire consumed them, blurring the line between reality and fantasy. As they surrendered to one another, their shared bliss filled the air, enveloping them both in a euphoric haze. The rumors are true, she mused, and his brow arched in curiosity. Seductively smiling, she whispered, Bad boys bring paradise to you. *** Staring at you from behind my screen, I wonder how far you will go for me. Wicked smile. Luscious lips. I tease them for you as you strip. Knowing you can't see my face, body covered with modest taste. Hands behind your back. Hump the table, hump the chair. Watching gleefully, my little toy, I make you dance just for me. Never baring skin for you, but you eat my every word until you reach your peak. Keyboard clacking. Fingers smashing. Sensing you about to cum, I close the screen and we are done. *** Lie down, I'm gonna give you a deep tissue massage. Aw yeah, baby, I've been waiting all day for this. Your pen's a bit soft let me tease your Lockheed with my hot, wet tongue. Already leaking precut. I love gobbling big Rick. Duckkk. if you keep sucking my lick like that, I'm gonna crumb in your slitty mouth. That doesn't even make sense. Don't blame me, blame autocorrect. Just keep ramming your throbbing pen is deep down my who're throat. Gun inside me. Fill me. Shot. Cunning. Can't stop. Mmm. and we didn't even get to the shoulder rub. *** Masked ball it may be, but I knew my wife's body anywhere. Fireworks had just started as she led me to the veranda of the pumpkin ball. Under the cover of the darkness, she surreptitiously slid to her knees in front of me. My cock immediately stiffened as she took me hungrily in her mouth. Hard and fast she sucked, gently cupping and squeezing my balls. I stifled a cry as I came, filling her mouth. Without a word, she melted into the crowd in front of me. A tap on my shoulder Oh, there you are, my wife said. *** He stopped kissing me. Using his teeth, he removed my lacy bra. He tugged my thong down. I turned around and stroked his dick, feeling him harden in my hands. I got on my knees licking his cock. He deep-throated me. He pulled his dick out of my mouth, pushed me down on the bed and shoved it into my wet pussy. I yelped in surprise and pleasure. He thrust deeper and faster, my tits bouncing up and down. He came in me, pulled out and kissed my forehead. Whispering,'I know you loved it, he dressed and walked away. *** A thousand years the djinn lay trapped. His anger festering until the day I pulled the stopper. His promise: three wishes, one day to enjoy them, then my death to atone for the millennium lost. Is it true that I may wish you free? Will you let me live? Perhaps. Then but one wish! A magic ring to take the form of anyone whose image I see! A ring he surrenders. Picture of Bailey Jay in hand I don the ring, and I am her! Taking human form, the djinn grants my unspoken second wish. 1001 nights have passed.. *** Naked, I crept into the bathroom while he showered, watching him through the steamy glass. He didn't notice me until he stepped out, his thick, beautiful cock hanging long and flaccid between his legs. I knelt and took him into my mouth. I'd awoken hot and wet by the time he was hard, I was dripping. When I bent over the counter, he took me—one slow, deep thrust, his thickness spreading and filling me. I came and soon would again, and he'd make it last as long as he could, no thought for work. We hadn't uttered a word. *** Her lustful eyes pierced me, luring me closer to the bed. She parted her legs, revealing a glistening desire—an invitation that I accepted, eager to lavish upon her body in an agonizingly slow dance of pleasure. My fingers drew circles across her willing opening, smearing her bittersweet juice all over her labia, ending at her swollen bud. Moans erupted as my fingers sank into her, searching for the special spot. My tongue pressed against her clitoral area, her breath coming in desperate gasps as I skillfully flicked and teased it until she arched her back and cried out in rapture. *** People say they enjoy reading your stories because you add twists, she says as she finishes my nude painting. Yep, I chuckle. But they don't know about the actual twist of my life. Do I know? She winks and walks over to me, grinning. I open my legs to invite her tongue. You taste so good, Stacey! she gasps, savoring the nectar between my legs, bringing me to the peak of ecstasy. As my legs begin to shake furiously, she presses her head even harder, and hot, raunchy juices keep showering her face and spraying into her mouth. *** I'm at work when I open the message. it's a video clip. My girlfriend is on her knees, topless, Just like the old days, remember? Her eyes burn into me. I'm pretty sure you're cheating on me. So I invited your friend Dave over and asked him outright. She turned her head and the camera followed so I could watch her start to swallow his cock. Dave's voice rang out. Alright, mate. sorry. I had to tell her. but fuck me, I don't know what's wrong with you. I watch as my ex-friend shoots his load over my ex-girlfriend's face. *** The eve of Samhain urges us tend to our desires. Full moon. A glowing pumpkin. Circle of burning candles. I breathe deeply, moaning. The wave moves up through me. Your phallus deep within me, tapping into my energy as my womb opens to you. Magic is unfolding. As I peak, I hold the intent in my consciousness. Hear us, I gasp. We speak our shared vision, allowing the orgasm to solidify it. Your seed in me. Our intertwining of energies is so strong. We let go of the dream, surrendering. Trusting the universe will deliver what we need. *** Such was the rain, she hadn't realised until her children had dragged her past the pumpkin outside his door. By then, too late – they'd pressed the bell the door opened. She hid under her umbrella. Trick – or treat,. her kids chorused. He winked down.Inside, scamps – my wife has something.' He saw her then, stepped out. His lips met her neck, his remembered hands found an opening in her clothes – they always did. Warm and rough, under the lip of her panties. Her head canted, stupidly. His finger was inside her already. She could only apologise. *** Under the deceitful caress of the moonlight, Emma graced the soirée as a beguiling enchantress, her attire draping sensually over every sinuous contour. Across the opulent hall, a silhouette in an infernal tuxedo beckoned—Belial. Enticed by his magnetic presence, she approached him, shrouded in dancing candle flames. Beware! a spectral voice whispered. Dark love holds perilous delights. It was too late. As their lips met, the room's shadows seemed to dance maliciously. Under Belial's smoldering kiss, his true, demonic form revealed itself—a malevolent allure that ensnared her in a dance of darkness, binding their fates in the moon's nefarious embrace. *** Abracadabra, she casts a spell upon me. I am still determining who she is. Everyone is wearing masks and drinking pumpkin-spiced punch, all rather drunk. In the darkened hallway, the witch kneels before me, unleashing my cock from my devilishly red Lycra. Her crimson lips clamp around my cock. We need to be quick before we get caught. Her throat houses my cock with ease. I fuck her mouth, this naughty tease. In minutes I'm filling her mouth with cum. Standing up, she briefly removes her mask, exceptionally proud of her naughty task. My mother-in-law grins,Nice Cock, Mikey.' *** I entered her from behind as the elevator slowed to a stop on the 52nd floor, so ready after teasing each other for hours in our room on the 54th. She came with a quiet groan as several more people boarded on the 37th, my back against the rear wall and her ass grinding into me. She told me later that she came again when I spasmed, spurting into her at 14 after, the elevator packed with strangers, I quickly and discreetly tucked myself away. She whispered that she could feel warm cum running down her legs, and I laughed. *** Her behaviour shattered our timeless symbiosis of love. She opened her legs to a cock to which she became a slave. It wasn't the colour that disturbed me. It wasn't even the fact it belonged to my best friend. It was the fact that she was my poker debt. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it But there she was addicted, bitten and screaming out her pleasure. Each sound piercing my heart. So that's how the cards landed. I was sitting pretty with a full house. It's ironic it was his fourth card, the black jack that destroyed everything. *** I tried to pick up a woman in the hotel bar. Her response: Why don't we just skip to the part where you are tied face-down on my bed with my boyfriend's cock in your ass? She couldn't be serious, right? In any event, I politely declined. She did everything but laugh at my hasty retreat. She's attending the same conference and I kept seeing her. She would smile at me and flashed her panties more than once. On the last night we ran into each other in the elevator. On her floor, the door opened and she said, Coming? *** I shouldn't have come, she sighed. You know the equation,Clit add tongue equals— Exasperated, I meant, I shouldn't be here. The equation worked though? Always does. Undress now? Discarded panties were already floored, Should be with Tony. Not Craig? Possibly. His is huge. Bigger than this? Guiding her hand. Mmm, it's close. What about Robin? She chuckled, For rear-end Robin I'll need my anal mood. Enjoy putting it about, don't you? You all know my desperate needs. He whispered something. Her eyes widened. And then? Another whisper. Within seconds, remaining clothing joined discarded panties. Staying and coming both assured! *** Trembling, I walk to the main house, naked under my flimsy, yellow sundress. Anya is waiting in her bedroom. She glowers at me, then rips my sundress off. She grabs my hair and forces me to kneel, then guides the sybian's double dildos into my ass and cunt, locking the tickler against my clit. She ties me in place, then leans forward, and hisses into my face, You have repeatedly cum without my permission. Now I'm going to make you cum and cum and cum until you're crying.and sore.and exceedingly sorry! She switches the sybian on high, and leaves. *** Kneeling between her long lithe legs, I witnessed the most beautiful sight in the world. Her velvet lips shimmered, as gossamer droplets sparkled. Licking my lips, I moved a little closer as her scent wafted from her precious space. I tasted her scent on my tongue. Closing my eyes, my tongue moved as if by magic. Working by feel, I detected even the most delicate shimmy of the hips and focused on that spot, leading and pushing. Slowly, my tongue parted her viscous lips from bottom to top. Knowing my cum lay within, my face fell forwards. I was home. *** It's the way we fit together. I just love it. We walk together, joined at the hip. In sleep, my little spoon fits perfectly inside your big spoon. When kissing, our well-behaved noses sit neatly side by side. And when we do sex things, our two bods mould and meld. and melt. So far, so romantic. However, our minds do not mould and meld, nor should they. They remain distinct and separate. We both have our secrets, they are ours to withhold. Mind you, tickling can be a very effective way of extracting some little secrets. Big ones? No Way! *** That's it – suck it. Take it deep, squeeze my balls. So good. So fucking good. Suck that cock. You want my cum don't you, you dirty little fucker. Boards creak, doors ease their way open, squeaky-quietly. Light creeps into the darkened room of the basement followed by creeping footsteps. Oh Fuck! OH! FUCK! Brian. It's your wife – her cock's so big. A tongue touches her upper lip. She's smiling. Kneeling. Fuck, it looks huge. You wouldn't believe the look on her face. You never told me about your wife? Keep sucking, it's my turn next. *** Fuck it's huge, push your trousers down some more. That's better, now stroke it. Oh! Yes that looks so good. Doesn't it? Uh-hu. Pull the skin down. Rub that pre-cum over the head. I want to see it spurt. Would you like me to leave the back seat of the car and come and suck you through the open door? Uh-hu. Just a few more strokes for me, let me see that head glisten. That's it, stroke it faster. I'm on my way. I love the way it stiffens when it's about to blow. Hold it still. Fuck! I'm cumming. *** The click of needles is incessant. The constant muttering, knit one, purl one. I slink off my seat and slide across the floor, my fingers walking a military two-step up your inner thigh. Your legs part subconsciously as the click click click continues. Fingers burrow under your knickers as the ball of wool rolls between my knees. As you knit one, purl one, I curl a finger inside you. Kiss one, curl one my tongue flickers on your clit, finger pressing on your g-spot. You throw your head back and scream, For fucks sake you've made me drop a stitch. *** Our hearts pound every time we do this. The excitement we have for each other is unprecedented even though we are just looking on the screens of our devices. Each of us naked in our beds. The stroking quickens. The words get dirtier. I stare at his 6 thick cock and his huge balls. He locks in on my almost 8cock. Everytime, so fucking hot. I tell him how I am going to cum in his ass and then fuck his mouth. As he shoots, I shoot with him. Ropes shooting past my head. Today will be twice. *** Twenty-two days in the field. Close quarters. No privacy. On the edge of a volcano, with zero relief. Now he's finally home, and making up for lost time. She's climaxed more times than she can count, but he's close. With a growl, he finally pulls out. She whimpers from the sudden emptiness, then yelps as he explodes. Thick ropes close an eye in a sudden splatter. He roars like a volcano, and erupts like one too. It's everywhere. Her tits. Her cheek. Up in her hair. His hot cum a salve they both needed so badly. What a happy homecoming. *** She visited the church over the years, where I was the preacher. A whore by profession, she knew she could wind me round her little finger. How many times I turned away from the temptation of the devils door. My church whore Carolyn by name, swamped my mind and I questioned my faith. The bitch walked back into my life, grasped and sucked my cock and lead me down a pathway of debauchery. If you saw her kneeling there in all her glory, leaving my cock stained with her blood red lipstick. You'd know I finally entered the devils door. *** We split up that night, both believing it was best. You, so smitten with her, it was plain to see. My love for you could not handle your unhappiness, I had to let you go. In the morning, the wine stains, empty bottles and me, all hollowed out. I'm at your door, I brought freesias. You loved the scent. Now, it's pass the salad, the steak so tender. The wine, oh, yes! Beyond the open door, I can see your bedroom, sunlit. The bed all neat and bright colours. On the worktop, a wooden block full of knives—my wedding present. *** Her fingertips graze my cheek, smooth memorizing stubble, and she's smiling in a way that perfectly bows her pink lip's curves as if she's about to speak. But the skyline was starting to explode around us in throbbing rainbows reflecting in the blue and green flecks of her eyes. The rainbows and concussive claps around this rooftop say much more than our words. Her lips melt to mine. It's always like the first time, everything familiar rendered anew, an entire history encapsulated in the way she tastes and presses. I love her. I always have. Now and every new year. *** I squeeze up to the bar, two giggles to my left, and signal my order to Tony. What you two up to? I ask blondie. Just a visit, couple of days. I'm Gwen, she's Sue. She wants a fuck, she snickers, her friend openly ogling the tall Latino's swagger further down. And you? Like to watch? No. I want. Something different? Like this? I press her against the bar, filling a hidden hand with bare pussy under her skirt. In moments she's white-knuckling the edge. My martini appears. I paint the rim with a wet finger, then sip. Perfection. *** I'd been working on the office hottie at the Christmas party. Janet was an impetuous little blond. We were making out in the copy room, with no privacy. Finally, she said, The supply closet in ten. Wait here! Then she took off like a shot. Nine minutes and fifty seconds later, I opened the door. It was pitch black. I heard a whisper, In the back. Ten steps and I felt her bare ass. Fuck me. I slipped inside her and pumped heartily. She was already cumming when I heard, See, Beatrice, I told you I'd get you laid tonight. *** I saw you watching! I looked up at the girl glaring at me in the mirror. What? My boyfriend thinks it's funny that you were watching us and then you flashed him your wet panties. He's full of himself thinking you got all excited looking at him. No one else was in the club loo so I turned suddenly and stepped closer to her, she backed away hitting the wall behind her. I touched her face and said, It wasn't your boyfriend that was turning me on! When she moaned in my kiss I could tell she was thinking, Boyfriend? *** Why was I made? What am I for? Such thoughts crossed my mind as I rushed through the air to land on the white, round cheeks of her beautiful backside. Crack! Ow, that stung. More, need, more! Again, I flew, and again I landed perfectly across her rump. Crack! God, yes! I could see moisture in her eyes and on her swollen pussy lips, her pink bottom trying to tell me something. Was it pink with embarrassment, pain or pleasure? Then I knew. Pleasure-pain. Happy girl. My existence justified. Crack! One more for good measure before my job is done. *** Making love in the afternoon with curtains wide. You come to me, sun-clad. Now we're both sunlit shapes and shadows and we too become one. We settle into our familiar pattern, first hesitancy, then fervency, then urgency. But wait. you are doing something different, something new. I love it. You are doing me with just your thumb and forefinger. You have been with someone else and learned this. You hear my unspoken words, and you reply. Yes, my love, earlier on Lush. My God, am I being milked? I giggle, coz now I have yet another reason to love you. *** I freeze as I walk past the window and she tosses away her bra. Her tits are incredible. Once my teacher—now just a neighbor—and almost completely bare. I can't move. Can she see me? Does she even care? Down go her panties, revealing a triangle of red hair. She stretches and her back arches—tits and ass in full view. I'm mesmerized by her, and hard enough to cut glass. She sits on the bed, glances toward me, and smiles. She runs her fingers through her red locks—a stunning display. A final wink, a word, and out goes the light. *** I wash you with a priceless aloe vera soap, your bottom and sex, not for cleanliness, you are already clean, but as a sacrament. You are naked. Me? Stockings, heels and shockingly expensive knickers. Your dampness is on my tongue now—your exquisite roundness in my hands. You, lying crosswise on the bed, your head in a mound of pillows, and me, kneeling, painting a masterpiece with my tongue. My lips adore your most private places, guided by your sighs. My fingers, drifting purposefully between the folds of your honey-filled sex. Afterwards, you kiss me and whisper. You're not done yet. *** Lying on a quilt among the sunflowers bursting with beauty and passion. My arms tightly around you, thrusting into you, legs wrapped around me. We both feel it coming closer. I jam my hardness deeper, grunting as you squeal. Your yoni to use, lady love. Squeezing your cheeks in my hands, steel into your velvet. Smooth, wet, moist. Juicy for me. I come spurting thoroughly into your loving, needy pussy. My cock gives up its spunk. Not over. Hold still. Trembling in my arms. Coming again, our golden streams spurting, mixing with our juices. The best nasty end of lust. *** As we were dressing for my engagement party, we were drinking champagne, and I started feeling corageous and horny. So I asked my bi-sister what kissing a girl was like and if it really was better. She said to come over and lie down and she would show me. We were very late for the party by which point I realized maybe I wasn't going to marry my fiancee. *** Merry Christmas, babe, she said with a husk. Oh. shit. The cocoa butter sheen of her skin captivated me and I tugged those broad hips in close for a taste of her delicious lips and tongue. My erection lined up with the bow's tail and I pushed through the boxer flap to move it aside for access to her clean-shaved mound. Mine? I asked. Yours. I lifted her leg and rested it on my shoulder as my slippery Christmas gift sucked me in – palms overflowing in gleaming, brown butt-cheeks. She whimpered and rolled her hips while staring. All. yours. *** I heard her whispered call in the night - soft, gentle, yet with an urgency. Rising (not knowing if I was awake) and walking towards her, I glimpsed my vision of the night. Shimmering, almost translucent, she beckoned me to herself, placing her finger on my lips. She placed my hands on her breasts I felt her desire peaking beneath my hands. Cupping my face with her fingers, we kissed. Passion bloomed with intensity. Her scent washed over my fingers as I caressed her petals. I carried her to the bed, where flowers bloom, but once a year. *** Waking, they grinned and whispered, Merry Christmas sweetheart, as they looked into their green and blue eyes. Lana sat up and tied a red ribbon around her body. Evan kissed her lips passionately pulling the ribbon and her towards him. Lana straddled Evan's lap as he slowly undid the red ribbon round her curved, naked body. Undoing the ribbon, he had the only present he deeply wanted. She rested her arms over his shoulders as she pulled him into a deep searing kiss as their tongues danced together. Lana settled down fully on Evan's lap and claimed her own present. *** Turning in bed, he gasped, Santa Claus has been. She looked down, his hand guiding hers. See? So hard. Is it the real thing? A giggle. Don't you recognise it? Vaguely. Must be a joint gift. What do you mean? Feel me. God, You're so wet. How? A kindly old man touched me up. Who was it? Called himself Santa Claus. Believe him? Chuckles, Not at all. Knew his way around too well. Now what? You on top? My best position. Pause. In? Deep, and lovely, he groaned. Christmas comes but once -- a decade! Ooh, so do I. *** She was indoctrinated since her first breath. Yet, sexual thoughts seeped out around the edges of religious teachings. Desires stood steadfast against the threats of Hell. She reasoned He couldn't see her exploring fingers, shrouded by darkness and the covers on her bed. She couldn't resist when her crush invited her over, reassuring, No one will know. Her Catholic-school uniform's neatly folded on his bedside table. He taught her the flesh's pleasures. Fed her the forbidden fruit. Enlightened her. And within her splayed legs, the prick poked her, then withdrew to ruin her pristine makeup. The webcam's light remained unnoticed. *** I know no one can see, but I am blushing to the roots. We're in the back row of a shabby movie theatre, watching cartoons. A man is sitting in the front row he is asleep. My legs are wide apart and draped over the back of the seats in front of us. You are doing that thing you do where you curl your fingers inside me and press gently, right at the bottom of my tummy. Cum for me, my wicked slut. let it happen. Oh no, please, my Love. not while Bambi's Mum is about to get whacked. *** You want me to put the dress back on? Yes. That color looks sexy on you. You realize I'm completely naked right now? Which I am also loving, sweetie. If you insist. Are we going somewhere? Going for a ride on my dick. Spidey! Too much? Not necessarily. Okay, I'm wearing the sundress. Again. Want me to put something on? In addition to the condom on your shaft? Nope. Ready for me to ride? Willing and able. Oh, gosh, you feel good. You're pulling down my straps? To suck on your tits. Then why did I bother. Ohhh, yesss, Spidey. *** We fell into her flat and towards the kitchen, her torso pushed onto the counter, hands under her short skirt ripped her leggings and knickers down around her thigh in one quick movement. Her cheeks spread, my tongue wetted her anus before fighting the torrent of juices that flowed out of her cunt. I released my hard and strained cock, aimed it, and let the self guiding missile seek its goal. Sucked in rather than pushed. Then came the blasphemous words from her mouth. It was what she wanted, though she never actually said as much in the lift. *** She calls herself The Goddess Athena, but she's always been Sarah Jane to me. On the road for weeks, she's home at last. Needing to relax, she invites me over for tea. I always feel I've stepped into a chintz-drenched fantasy when I visit. In layers of white lace taffeta, she fusses and chatters, plying me with sweets. In her bed, we giggle and touch like school girls discovering sex and ecstasy for the first time. The next night, watching her strutting the stage, glistening muscles bulging in winner's triumph, I marvel at the sheltering harbor each of us creates. *** I reached out and touched her, or rather she cast a spell on me, and I walked towards her like a moth to a flame. She caught me, shaped me, and consumed me into herself. She made her demands and I willingly gave her my all. My only desire, her pleasure, and oh, what I would do to ensure her happiness. She nurtured, urged, and pushed me to the edge of my reason, then demanded more. The flames of her want and passion opened my eyes to a new heaven and I was to experience joy like no other. *** My hands grip the hem of your wet shirt as I slowly pull it up over your stomach. Your arms rise as it moves up your chest and higher until your face is covered. I lean in to quickly lick each nipple causing you to gasp. I slowly stretch up against you but my arms can't reach high enough. You bend down so I can reach but I leave it on your head as a hat. Chuckling, you pull it off, quickly grabbing the hem of my shirt saying Your turn! Do you suspect I spilled your drink on purpose? *** I'm Suzy, the domesticated wife. Husband's an accountant. White picket-fenced house. Church on Sundays. Weekly, I spread my legs, and do my duty. missionary style, of course. Husband's working late tonight, so Suzy becomes Cherry and I assume my position on Seventh Street. Perfect picture smudged. Car window negotiations begin. For fifty, my tongue laps his balls, throat swallows his dick, and fingers fuck his ass. Another john gets three yanks and a spurt for a twenty. A ten paints my tits white. Cum is my perfume tonight. Then, Miss, over here, his familiar voice beckons. Perfect picture smudged. again. *** I sat in my chair watching this fabulous redhead do wonderful things with her dildo. I meant only to peek, but now my hand had found my cock, and I couldn't stop. The more she played, faster my hand went. In and out, she slid her toy. I knew I shouldn't watch, but how could I not? The flesh of her pink lips would cling to the shaft each time. Just as I could hold back no longer, her mouth flew open in orgasm. That was it for me as well. I sprayed my cum like champagne just uncorked. *** Look at me. My gaze met his and with a groan, he entered me. I gasped. My eyes stayed fixated as he slowly started his rhythm. Deep and deliberate, the pleasure immense. The intimacy unwavering. I love you, he whispered, as his pace quickened. Plunging deeper, harder. Loving me as only he can. He reached the summit, flooding me. I met him there, drowning in the intensity of our desire. With my body left shaking from the tsunami of pleasure, he wrapped himself tightly around me. In the safety of his arms. I murmured, I love you. Merry Christmas, honey. *** He grasps my silky blonde curls. Upward he lifts, plunging deeper into my warm, inviting mouth. His rhythm grows torrid. Gagging me with each thrust. Moans, grunts and groans fill the air as he approaches the summit. Losing control, he grips my head firmly, impaling me on his cock as it swells and spews his warm, white love into my famished mouth. My cunt, throbbing as I swallow while gasping for air. I refuse to waste a drop of him. While recovering, he releases his hold. I gaze up at him smiling, while licking his cum from my lips. *** Like what you see?'I sure do.She had a great body with breasts that were too good to be real. I'm spreading Nuru gel on my chest, and then I'm going to slide all over your naked body. You''ll love the feel of my breasts on your back and butt. When you roll over, I'll do your chest, tummy, and, finally, your cock. That's when you'll cum. How does that sound?'Let's go!'Wait! No gloves? No mask? No condom? Fuck off!'My screen went blank. Virtual sex isn't what it's cracked up to be. *** Sorry,I said.My bad. Refund or freebie?'He tells me he adores ballerinas in lingerie, so I wear nothing but a filmy negligee for his freebie. Almost nude grappling between throws keep him rock hard. Time's up. I flip him one last time, and my thighs trap his head under the negligee, facing my pantyless crotch. It's supposedly out of his reach. It isn't—he licks my clit. I don't mind, but my sudden reflex is judoka-ballerina powerful, and yanks his face hard onto my pussy. His nose slams into my pubic bone. More blood on my tatami! *** It was a wet winter evening. I stood under the bus stop shelter while the rain tapped on the clear sides. A car stopped. A middle-aged man called out through the open window. How much? Twenty dollars to the next stop. Fifty across town. The lock clicked. I opened the door, slid inside. You're a cheap whore. You know that. I laughed. And you're a cheap trick. As his hand slid up my thigh, I heard my phone ring. Damn. That's the sitter. We need to get home. My husband sighed and drove us home through the rain. *** Shhh! they interrupt. We just unscrooged our last grumpy geezer and wanna have some fun. Ummm, okay. We wanna fuck, giggles past and present ghosts. And I'm gonna tap that ass, bitch, boasts future ghost, flashing her strap-on. What? I gulp. Yeah,future yougoes there. The ghosts toss me onto my back. Present ghost's cookie-scented twat smothers me. Past ghost rides me reverse cowgirl while frenching future ghost who burrows her cock inside my virgin ass. It's an outta-this-world fuck! Christmas morn, I wonder, A dream? My iced face, drained cock, and sore ass sputter, No. *** I am so anxious about offending you. I think my body looks okay, but you might be expecting more. People tell me I look nice and how small boobs are fun, and my pussy looksneat'. But you are much more experienced, you write so beautifully, and you are friends with lots of people. But now there's no place to hide. I am in your bed, naked, waiting. And you will want to do sexual things to me. Suddenly it's real. You giggle as I seek you out and then comes the serious, quiet part. A scream. Was that me? *** Arms laced together behind my back every knot further binding my submission to Him. Prey, present, either or both, I long to be captured and be consumed. The soft silk caresses my body in maddening suspense, curling its way up on my elevated legs. Words of unspoken desire smolder on my lips I sigh and writhe trying to keep them within. He weaves the ribbon around my sensitive thighs, an enchanting pathway to great delights. A beautiful festive bow crowns his work with two little loose ends the softest tug would open this box of sweets aching to be savoured. *** Rich moans fill the dark basement corridor. The end door's ajar, its band of light guiding my way. I quietly ease it open for a fuller view. My tech Charlie is stretched naked on the center table, her Millie fucking intensely between trembling, wide-spread legs. Watching, my fingers strum my clit, as I twist and pull my nipple ring. Suck it, baby! Fuck me now! Harder! Charlie cries, trashing wildly as she cums. I'm soaking wet close, struggling to stand. Round two coming up, Kis! they giggle. Rules say I can't touch, but there's nothing at all about watching. *** Seated naked for all but the heels, she's unguarded. I bind the hands behind her back, lovingly wrapping her arms together. The ribbon snakes its way up, a mind of its own, slithering out of my hands entangling her. My vision coming to life, she is first consumed by the ribbon, followed by her desire for this, for me. Traveling around her legs, upright, each twist and turn leads to her essence, just above her exposed glistening jewel. She writhes each time the ribbon's forked end brushes by. The bow affixed now. A present submitted to me to enjoy, unopened? *** The menus arrive. I push mine aside, and our favourite restaurant game begins. You smile, wickedly, and ostentatiously peruse the pages. Hmmm. For starters, how aboutSoft, moist folds'. That sounds nice. Or, hang on, how aboutSightly swollen inner lips drenched in a sweet yet salty syrup'? You look further down the menu, and I wriggle in my seat. Oh yes, you say, hot and dark with hints of damp leaves and truffles. I am gurgling now. Are you ready to order? And we both look up into the waitress's dark eyes. Which way is to the restroom, please? *** They're coming to light the pyre. Burned as a witch. Not quite what I envisioned as my swan song. I'd snuck into the village for a quick audit. Normal dreary stuff. Male hierarchy, religious chattel bondage, subsistence farming. And then I saw her, washing at the creek. She's promised to Jallop the smith, but that isn't her desire. They found us in the hayloft, her hungry cunt riding my face. I'd bespelled her, they cried, and we both had to die. Hold my hand, Dellea. Tight, I warn. Time to beam me out, Captain. and I'm bringing a new recruit. *** His hands held onto the showerhead while the water poured down on him, and he feasted on her breasts. While her thigh rubbed against his rigid cock, her hands enjoyed his muscular torso. Water dripped from her ebony curls and slid down her ass, thinly veiled by her flimsy, soaked chemise. They were desperate for each other and craved raw, erotic sex. God, I want you inside me, she cried out. I want to fuck you till you can't walk, he answered. She wrapped her legs around him as he entered her. Then the shower head broke off. Fuck! *** FUUUCKK!!! Both women came together, squirting into the candlelit pentangle to conclude the eight-hour black mass. Sulphuric smoke billowed out, and a huge, red figure appeared in the centre. Hail Satan! Tara began. We– Ho! Ho! Ho! the figure intoned. What? Give me the summoning spell! Kimmi passed the crumpled sheet from the altar. That second bottle of tequila was a mistake. I can't spell for shit when I'm drunk! Have you been naughty, or nice? Santa boomed. The two naked, blood-spattered witches exchanged looks. Naughty! Ho! Ho! Ho! he chortled, drawing a paddle from his sack. My favourite! *** I knew Carol thanks to numerous phone conversations. We met in person when she made a presentation to my team. She had trouble with PowerPoint, but I fixed it for her. You're a handy guy, Ted.'Not just a pretty face?'That too.'Before she left, she gave me her card with COMT written on it. Her top two buttons had come undone. Nice cleavage! Lunch tomorrow?'I nodded. It took me some time to decipher COMT, but I did. After lunch, we ducked into the cloak room, and I came on her tits. *** Holding her naked body against mine, we look down at our husbands through the gaped bedroom curtains. They've been fucking with the car all day, pushing for more jump, more speed. Silly boys, silly toys, right? she sighs. My fingers comb the soft, damp curls covering her sex. My ears still hear the cumming cry as my mouth feasted between her legs. This still good enough for you? I whisper in her ear.Cause it's not for me anymore. Her downcast eyes answer me. Okay. We better get dressed then. Those guys are gonna want beers soon. And happy smiles. *** Strumming herself to thoughts of her neighbor, Lydia's on the brink of orgasm when– The doorbell. It's him, wanting sugar. Oh, sure Lloyd!'As she leads him to the kitchen, Alfie the cockatoo beats his wings. Sure Lloyd!. he shrieks.Woo-hoo? I never know what that bird will pick up,she laughs. Woo-hoo! Fuck me Lloyd! Fuck my pussy! Woo-hoo? Lydia turns red. I. um.' Lloyd closes the gap, traces her lip. Then he whips her around, bends her over the couch, SMACKS her ass and yanks down her panties before filling her up. Alfie learns a few new words. *** Sixteen's a bit old for this, isn't it? It's tradition, Mum. Every winter it snows, I make a snowman. Very nice, dear. I'm going inside. Alone, she took the final item from her coat and fixed it in place, then stood back, admiring her work. This year's is definitely different! she giggled, and skipped inside. At midnight, like previous years, she heard snowfeet on the stairs. She threw the sheets off, parting her legs, ready – so ready! The door opened and she gasped. Perhaps that cucumber was a little ambitious, she thought, faced with her magical snowman's cock. *** Can the light angel sustain me when faced with the swirling darkness? Smiles, the light makes me breakfast in bed after the darkness stole my night for herself. You may ask me where do my angels battle? My head. My heart. And now my bed. Dare I dream of having them both together? Can my Angels truly play in harmony? This afternoon, the light angel was riding my cock she didn't run away when the dark angel visited. The dark chose not to push her off, but sat on my face and grinded her cunt. Christmas snowballs for each. *** God-like, she creates worlds. Characters are conceived and detailed down to their flaws. Meticulously, they're placed into scenarios where their emotional dynamics entertain the audience. Then, they fuck. Sometimes, that's all they do is fuck. Sex in different ways, different times, different positions dirty, sensual, loving. Just. Fucking. Carnal. Their performance is usually compelling, most times arousing. Oftentimes – if properly done – affecting readersreactions between the ears as well as between the legs. Author Erotica. The master. The puppeteer pulling the strings. A domineering, lascivious bitch with a lewd creatively pornographic spirit, and she lives inside my head. *** He was deep in his lover's ass. He worked his cock back and forth, listening to the moans of pleasure. He controlled the pace, never going fast but ensuring the pleasure was being felt. His lover moaned out, God, yes, you fill me so completely! He quickened his motion, pulling almost out and slipping back in. He listened to his lover's moans as he worked in and out. Felling he was getting close, he reached for his lover's cock. Stroking it quickly, he felt it harden and begin to pulse. They moaned together, sharing the pleasure of their release. *** John padded naked into the bedroom, a cup of coffee in one hand and stroking his cock with the other. Sip your coffee while I stroke. If you finish your coffee before I cum, you get this. But what if I want you first? She took a small sip. Then you lose and no cock for you. John stroked his magnificent cock. She took a sip. It is barely lukewarm as she knew it would be. He was as anxious for action as she was. As she drank the coffee, the faster John stroked. Today she got the prize. *** Tell me. The room is dark and the sharp light pouring through the blinds slices up her naked body. The look in her eye tells me she knows the story already. Definitely cheating. So far this month, an intern and a woman from the Chicago office. Salt and pepper hookers for a trio. Lady upstairs from you, couple of times. So, what's next? My lawyer will feed him his nuts, she spits and slips back into bed beside me. Only if we stay a secret, I smile darkly to myself. As fingers find my cunt, I contemplate a new car. *** Bent over, wiggling and singing, she laid a plate of cookies and warm milk on the table to satisfy tradition. Her smile broadened when a pair of hands grabbed her waist and pulled the naughtily captioned garment aside. Baby, you couldn't wait. Her cavern was breached by a stiffer, thicker pole than usual but she paid no mind. He really loves these shorts! Her bottom slammed against the attacking pelvis loudly until the flooding began and suddenly ceased. Ho-ho-ho! a deep voice bellowed. She looked behind quickly to vacancy. Baaabe? a call from upstairs. Wait, was that.? Nooo. *** The morning sun casts through the blinds, painting stripes of light onto her perfect shape. I grab my cock, eyes tracing the cleft of her still-damp labia. He'll be home soon the man who owns this pussy. Mine for another few moments, I mount her, nudging her lips to spread with my engorged tip. Pushing, I sink into wet nirvana. She wakes with a moan. Bottoming out deep, her slick heat clings when I pull, hugs when I push. Her breathless whimpers undo me. Beautifully fucked, my brother's wife comes again as I pump her full of me. *** His tongue slowly strokes the valley between her pussy lips. Her legs widen, a low moan escapes, and tensions build as the warmth of his tongue finds its target. Two fingers snake inside applying pressure within the soft walls. Her body gives way to the feel of the intrusion, the sweet tango between tongue and clit as her hips move in rhythm with him. Legs tighten to capture and hold the invader as the crescendo slowly builds. Sensing her pending orgasm, he slows. She moans and begs, Please? His eyes capture hers as the speed increases. Body explodes. He smiles. *** What's with last night? Sorry! It all happened so fucking fast. Club, smile, her place, we're naked. Like? Girl's crazy natural, pussy and the rest. And she smelled. That's not good. No, not ick, something else. It was. What? Some sort of dope vapor voodoo. I felt blazed and twisted and fuck hungry as hell. And? You know me, wanna own the girl! Well? Like I had a fucking chance! My top bitch shit just melted. Her first, sure. Then me. And me. And me. Like I couldn't stop cumming. Never been there before. So? I think I'm addicted. *** I died last night. I'm watching now. Me, lying on crisp white sheets that billow with the breeze from the open window as the rain drips and puddles on the wooden floor. The marks still visible to see. Two blood red streaks on my neck. You hold my hand tight as if will I fall, lost forever in eternal space. The smile I see across those ruby red oblivion lips brings goosebumps, then pleasure. Reaching across my middle finger brushes away your jet black tresses, before resting softly on those lips. They are mine now until the end of time *** The light flickers over the rickety wooden door. One long, two short and repeat. I watch it, counting, waiting. Usual place at Eleven, don't be late. It's now 11.18. Despite the summer weather, I feel a chill. No underwear, just a little black dress, gothic style, seamed stockings, and heels. And the number two bejewelled butt plug. It feels tight. It was all in the note around the single black rose. I hid it quickly in case of prying eyes. Now I wonder why. Once again I wait in the dingy alley for that brief moment of sheer lust. *** For some reason, I have two Angels. A dichotomy of love and lust, light and dark. Yet whenever she can, the dark Angel keeps the light Angel in chains, away from my mind. The dark one is the Guardian of my debauchery. She leads me down paths of hedonistic glory and sexual excess. And let me tell you, I am yet to find a sexual boundary that impacts on her. She urges me to places where I become sexually replete. I am yet to go anywhere kicking and screaming. Wherever she goes she takes all and rules all. *** Pulling down my trunks while I showered on the beach, she tugged my cock to hardness. She was known for her pranks. Sometimes she went too far. She ran off leaving me standing on a crowed beach with an erection. Later there was a knock on my hotel room door. On opening she was standing there in her one piece. She'd come to apologise, noticed I was still hard and grabbed my cock. With a gleam in her eye she tugged me to a climax in the doorway. Spunk running down her legs, she turned and left. My wife's mother. *** Straddling him, I pin his hands over his head and tie them tightly with his blue silk tie. Tightening my fingers around his shaft, I lean forward and begin to lick the head of his cock. Feeling his body tense, I continue to swirl my tongue, licking, sucking as my hand strokes him. A playful suck, I lift myself up and drop a kiss on his lips. I get off the bed, straighten my dress and adjust my heels. Tease!! There'll be payback, he growls Uhh-huh! anticipation baby! I say, winking, blowing him a kiss and walking away. *** Prêt? Allez! Breeches fell, swords were drawn from soft scabbards, and they met - thrust, parry, thrust! Porthos. purple point grazed Aramis'. Grips tightened, drawn together, corps-à-corps. Lips mashed, moustaches tangled. Their duelling pink épées wrestled in their fist-sheath. D'Artagnan watched from his knees at Athos. feet, polishing his own weapon. Flesh-muskets erupted, pearl strings fit to adorn the Queen streaming over both barrels . Nettoie-les! Athos commanded. Obediently, d'Artagnan released the cock in his mouth with a pop and crawled, naked, to clean up his new companions, thinking, I'm going to enjoy being a musketeer! *** Picking up my phone, I hear, I'm horny! Slip your fingers into your pussy, I reply. All I hear is a moan. Now grasp a nipple and pinch it. A louder moan. Now work those fingers in and out, curling them to hit your special spot. The moans get longer, louder. Make sure that clit gets rubbed by your thumb. The moans grow even louder. As you get close, imagine my tongue sliding into your asshole! All I hear after that is, Oh my fucking god, and the phone goes dead. *** I'll be your MILF, she whispered in a tone filled with desire. Aubrey felt almost as startled as she felt turned on if that were possible. Her cunt was on fire and flooding through her thin cotton panties and her heart felt like it could explode into butterfly confetti. I know you want it. Maybe even more than I do, Nina said with a knowing smirk. Aubrey felt her skin glow red as she nodded her reply. Let's go. I promise your parents won't even notice. That was when Aubrey knew that Nina was her favourite of her parents'friends. *** Bringing a girl home who was not a girlfriend and then seeing Mom's eyes light up with a predatory gleam was the first clue. Karen was here for a school graduation project and I didn't realize how many buttons she would punch for my currently unattached lesbian Mom. I know Mom paid her some attention, but I hadn't thought through Karen being eighteen. I was surprised when she disappeared into Mom's bedroom, but I shouldn't have been. The noises from there were incredible! I was torn between remembering it was my mother or masturbating to the sounds. Jerking-off won, messily! *** Why did you quit ballet?We were undressing for my erotic wrestling session. My tits were too big. Ready?'We started. In a flash she'd hip-tossed me and forced me to submit with an arm bar. Her total dominance kept my oozing cock hard for the full hour. Time was up.Here's a present,she said as she lifted me into a fireman's carry, slammed me down, pinned me, and covered my face with her gorgeous, soft, warm, pillowy breasts. Too bad her breastbone wasn't as cushiony as her girls. My nose bled all over her judo mat. *** The spoonful of darkest chocolate panna cotta hovers just beneath my nose. Open, my darling, I saved the last bite just for you. I take it in, purring as it makes love to my tongue. She gathers the drip of raspberry syrup that has escaped my lips and licks her fingertip clean. As our server comes to the table, she stands and moves behind me. Stroking down my arms, she tests the silk cords binding me to my chair. I'm going to the lounge, my pet. Give Pierre a nice tip, she murmurs, opening his trousers, freeing his growing cock. *** We got a little tree this year and draped it in our weird. A lobster angel, threaded cheeto garlands, curls of copper wire, it's our homage to the season. We both have families, but chose alone together instead, with love that isn't wrapping paper thin. We huddle in our blanket, staring at the radiant heat with a background loop of campfire crackle song for cheer. Our snug begins to strengthen, fueled by the splurge of brandy nog. My fingers find snow clad mountain tops and yours the forested lane. I hear a vibrator's soft buzz. Someone raided their stocking early. *** Daddy had four loves - mummy, his mum, and us Last year, I noticed things. I heard daddy fucking mummy . hard. Banging against the wall woke me, followed by the cries of mummy's ecstasy. Other times, the moans sounded like Daphne my sister, back from Uni. That Christmas, granny came to stay, grandpa had passed, daddy wanted his mummy to be happy. For some reason mummy slept in the spare room on Christmas Eve. I heard the same old banging and a different voice erupting in pleasure. Christmas night, I got my special present, and I learned to sing. *** First, you undress for me. You ponder what I am going to do, your body throbs with desire. I blindfold you. You hear me moving around the room, your anticipation abounds. I kiss you on the lips. The touch fuels your burning need, your desire compounded. The gag replaces my lips. Sudden recognition of what was now buckled snugly, a nervousness burgeoning within. I take your hands in mine, kissing your forehead. A relaxing exhalation, shifting slightly, wet folds sliding. Both hands together, I lovingly bind them. Goosebumps swell, your skin set aflame. You're mine, I whisper into your ear. *** How did this happen? My face between her legs, my tongue lapping at her sex, probing, flicking over her clit. Blackmail, that's how. She found me slumped asleep, naked at my computer, dried spunk on my cock and hand. Carpet sticky beneath me. She took photos on her phone before shaking me awake and demanding I pleasure her or the world would see me for what I was, a wanker. I can't deny it, she's right, I AM a wanker. Still, here I am, caught, forced to lick out my landlady. Dirty job, but someone has to do it. *** Tears cloud my vision as I finger ornaments from years past. This year's glaringly missing. Underneath twinkling lights, I reminisce, my fingers dancing along my aching flesh. I cannot duplicate your touches. Then, a hand covers mine. I gasp, Is it really you? Your kiss answers, replenishing me. We drip with need. My pussy clutches your cock, nary allowing your pullback. You vary our fuck, edging us, delaying the end. We finally succumb, showering one another with deathless love. You promise, I'm always here. Upon waking, a never-before-seen ornament catches my eye. Forever Together etches the ball and my heart. *** I wonder how this beach got its name, Bea pondered. Maybe it was named after someone named Rosy, Tessa suggested. it's exciting to finally be invited to a party here, Bea. Maybe we will meet some cute guys! Within minutes of arriving they were quickly ushered over to the host of the party. Well, don't you both look tasty! Pull those bikini bottoms down and pick a paddle. You two will be next in line for spanking. The girls looked at each other, grinning. Hours later as they walked home, asses stinging, the name of the beach made sense now! *** Hun, decorate the tree with me? Pass. Why? Not feelinChristmassy. While he fondles the remote, I fondle balls before hanging. Hot cocoa beckons, so I dip a nip, then lift and lick. Mmmm. Peppermint follows I slurp the stick before it slips inside my Christmas cunty. I spy a twinkle in his eye, then a twitch in his pants. He's on me like icing on a cookie, withdrawing my candy cane, and giving it a taste. Next, he grunts, Fa. la. la, with each thrust of his pole. Balls-deep in Christmas Spirit, he howls, Merry Christmas to all! *** I'm working the canyon's shadow side, chasing tiny birds. From across, I catch the flash. Binocular glass. I take a peep and see her, leaning against a tree, watching me. Is it the jolt of an unexpected Aphrodite in this time of loneliness that compels me to slowly cup my breast? I don't know, but without hesitation, she does the same. Our needy craving understood, we watch our hands descend, baring ourselves, capturing Covid starved cunts. We find release together, united by the radiant passion flowing across the gap between. As our echoing cries slowly fade, the sparrows sing again. *** I move along to the back booth. Fat Tony, as usual. He's slouched back, eyes squeezed shut, mind in a place I never want to visit. Another round? A hand pokes up from under the table, two fingers raised. Whiskey sour, double, his tab? I get a thumbs up and move along to the bathrooms. Miss Kelly comes out, leading a bug-eyed housewife, hair scrambled and blouse mis-buttoned. Big brandy for her, club soda for me, Miss murmurs in passing. I scan the line in the hall. Two boys to toss and six Bud Lites. Just another Working Girl Wednesday. *** Ponder Action! Those of you who are about to die, we salute you, they hailed from the stands. A large group of assailants were directed to attack him. They charged, accompanied by the roaring of the crowd. He parried with his shield and thrust with his sword. Cut! Scene Two! Now tell Messalina how juicy her cunt is and how you'd like to fuck her. After filming, he went on a date with Messalina. He asked her, What's life all about? She replied, while raising her dress, Eat, drink and be happy! *** I'm settling our tab at the bar when she comes up close. Leather draped with half-buzzed violet shock, blazed eyes and cobalt lips, she's full tilt swagger. You kinked with that crip or want a real fuck? I grab a fist of spikey hair and pull her ear to my lips. When she makes me cum it's like staring into the face of God. You couldn't manage a glimmer, pussycat. I release the brake on your chair and take us toward the door. You lean back to look into my eyes. That girl. What did you tell her? The truth. *** Do you like my stocking feet? Yes, I mumbled. Wrapping her feet around my cock she asked, Does this feel good? Yes! She slowly started stroking my cock with her stocking feet. Along my shaft, they slid silky smooth. All I could do was moan from the exquisite feeling as they glided over my cock. Should I stop? No, I begged. She quickened her pace on my cock. I was so excited and close to cumming already. Then I moaned, spurting all over her feet. Lifting a foot to my face, Now be a good boy and clean it off. *** She introduces me to and plies her tantric charms. I succumb and ravage her wanton pussy. Our fuck unveils something deeper We lie beyond lust and passion, staring into each other's eyes. If only I can tell her. If only I can say those words. If only I can make myself vulnerable. But I fear that R word, that has seared and scarred my heart. My one angel says, Grow some balls, say it. The other angel laughs and says, Remember the last time. Breathlessly, I utter those immortal three little words - I love you. *** She was sitting there with her legs spread before me. I couldn't resist I leaned forward and ran my tongue over her pussy ending at her clit. She moaned as my tongue touched her, sending shivers through her. I wiggled my tongue around her clit as she sent louder moans into the air. Her little nub was so hard as I licked it. She cried out, Oh god, yes, lick it harder! I kept my tongue working around her clit even as she began to shake. It wasn't long until my tongue was awash with her juices as you erupted. *** I don't know why, but they always come to me. Maybe it's because I'm the plain singleton over against the wall, just watching. Kis! Need your help. You're good with words. What do I write to her? Been texting me, right? On and off, sorta building. romantic, ya know? All kinds of I wish. If we only. dreamy stuff. Now what? Wanna hook her up. I mean, really want her bad! Date was awful, Kis! All she wanted was a fuck. Might as well have been some shit dude! Come on Cyrano, let's go get another cup of coffee. *** Let me go back to the beginning. She found a new toy vibrator that could be remotely controlled over long distances, even across state lines. She sent me the link I downloaded the app, looked at what it could do. We arranged a date night. Slipping her panties to the side, she ran the vibrator over her lips. Pushing the vibe deeper, she handed me control of the vibrations. I edged her, fluctuating the intensity, until she could take no more, exploding into her panties. Today, the stained lace panties arrived into my mail box. But that's another story. *** When did you notice me? she gasps as I gently licked her clit. Almost immediately. Your reaction, seeing my thighs as I removed my stockings? No blinds, I thought. Accidental. What aroused you? Another gasp, with tongue stroking moist petals.. Noticing that no other windows could see into yours. And then? Panting, nectar flowing. One hand grasps my cock. You did it again. Pantiless, this time. You saw it? From there. Teasing, I thought, No, desperate. You're ex not— Uninspired. Mine too. Hands parted thighs. She moaned, It's deliberate— I guessed. My thrusting shaft buried all doubt forever. *** Wanna date? How much? Twenty-five for head, fifty to fuck. Cash up-front, condom for everything. Ass fuck? Hundred. Lemmie see your tits. Flashed boobs enticed him. I can play with them? To your heart's content sweetie. Get in. I want your ass. Situated, she stroked his crotch. Mmm, nice cock baby. Three blocks, turn right into the alley. Park behind the old house. Unzipped. Cock out. Money paid. Condom on. Straddling, she rode him as he clutched her nipples. Amazin. ass baby. Fuckin. tight. Moments later: Fuck yes! The condom filled. Find me again lover. She disappeared into the night. *** I'd always imagined it would be different. I'd always hoped this time, it would be ME in the fantasy. Oh GOD, so many scenarios. Me, rescued from that awful shipwreck by rapacious lesbian pirates, (and so on.) But when it happened? SO different. You were so lovely and intuitive and caring. You made me feel that we belonged together, such a new thing for me. I love the feel of your skin against mine, flesh against flesh, our nakedness. But then I realised that you are roping me to the mainmast of your ship. And I became your pirate treasure. *** Give me your panties. Now, please. What? Here? Yes, right here, right now. But people are watching. You only need worry that I'm watching. Panties now! Very slowly, she hooks her fingers in her panties and slides then down her legs. Stepping out of them, she bends at the waist, picks them up and drops them into my hand. Lifting them to my nose, I smile and ask, Why are your panties damp? Tell me, I say, after seeing her hesitate. You're making me wet, she whispers. Of course, darling, I'm your husband. She whispers, Same time next week? *** My girlfriend is doing laundry. You might think it's unusual that she's naked. To be honest, she does many things in the house in the nude, but she's not a nudist. If the doorbell rings, she will answer it without a hint that anything's unusual. You should see the look from some of the people who've come to the door, the most fun is on a Saturday when some religious group comes by! But the reason she's nude is simply a lack of clean clothes, every weekend. I think it's deliberate. However, I'll never complain! I'm not stupid, just horny! *** She slipped me a note leaving lecture. 8:00 new dance Bright student, clever and quick, she rooms across the road from me. She's got a girlfriend, but we've found a special connection between us. I shift comfy in the old velvet chair at the window. Naked, wine poured, I'm ready. In a burst, her room is filled with sharp blue light. She's there, stark and staring, then boom, the music takes her. Swirling, prancing, she slowly ravishes herself in an orgy of lurid sexual display. Panting, she looks across. With wet fingers, I hold up my scorecard. A 10 tonight. *** Arrivals, London Airport I'm at the barrier. We've never even swapped selfies, but we know we'll recognise each other. We've been online lovers for years. The doors hiss open—a trickle and then a surge of trolleys and bags and so many faces. This too intense for me. Then, up close, an unknown voice, Aussie accent. Suzy? I turn. It's YOU, the REAL you! You drop your bags and kiss me, swinging me round and round. You laugh, I cry, people stare. We dive into a taxi. Me: Hotel, please. Cabbie: Yeah, but which one Luv? Both of us: The nearest! *** My ink once freely flowed. Your cock burst the zipper to shower appreciation on my stories. Now, worldly stresses spank my fantasies, shooing them to my mind's darkest corners. I scribble a dribble. Then, a drabble. Alas, the well runs dry. Time passes. I rest my pen against my parched lips. Then, push inside. My tongue flicks the tip. The plume swipes my nipple. Sequestered fantasies return. My pen dips in between my legs, dusting off the cobwebs. My pussy has forgotten, resisting the intrusion. But, my pen insists and breaks through. Oh my goodness, my ink flows again! *** Wrapped in lycra, senses muted but not dead. Feeling and being felt. My nipples being teased, pushing against the tight material. Breathing harder. Kneading and touching, feeling their body under my fingers. Hearing quiet, almost distant sighs of approval. Liquid seeps slowly down my thighs. Sweat mingling with talc used to put on the suit. My mind wanders, is it just us or are there more people. Are they joining or just watching. Feeling pressure on my body, wrapping legs around them as I stiffen and more liquid combines with the moans from above, starting it's journey down my legs. *** I couldn't believe my eyes as I peered through the keyhole. Fuck, his cock is huge! I thought. I was mesmerized as he stroked his rock hard shaft. Squeezing the meaty head, he coaxed out a drop of precum. My mouth watered as his thumb smeared it, his cock glistening. Stroke that cock, baby. Let me watch you cum, I whispered. Hand a blur, he arched, crying out as thick ropes of cum landing on his belly. I sneaked back to my room, planning to relieve my own tension. My phone chirped. Meet me downstairs. We need to talk! Busted! *** She's only wearing an apron while making bread. I can see flour puff up from the table. Arms around her, fingers interlocking in the dough. Kneading the dough with one hand, leaving flour on her boobs from kneading them. Mission accomplished, she says as I throb against her bum. Turning and lifting, laying her down. I slide in and feel her tight and warm around me, as my balls drag over the dough. As I drive into her, I feel her orgasm rising with mine. As we come down, I feel the dough warm beneath her, rising. Time to shower. *** Today I was walking in the halls of my soon-to-be-graduated-from high school. One of my friends was being bullied by a low-brow moron. Luckily it was verbal because he outweighs both of us together by about fifty lbs. At one point he said to my friend,You pussy! I stepped over and took my friend's arm and said in a loud voice, Well, we are what we eat! Then I pulled my friend away to the laughter of the small crowd. But . I leaned in and whispered, Come over after school, you can't make me a liar, can you? *** Much giggling, we are playing our favourite game, searching for the ME Spot. Forget the G Spot, the A Spot, even the C Spot. Tonight we are taking turns at finding the one place on each other's bods that trumps all the rest. (Only tongues allowed!) OOOh, that's GOOD. She scents a critical zone and presses on. Hell YES! I gurgle. Soon she has me tearing at the sheets, my back arching, hips bucking. I scream as the Tsunami hits, and I collapse, a sobbing rag-doll. Well, she asks, do I win? You were close, Honey, but no cigar! *** Pinning me to the tree, pulling my knickers to the side and driving his fingers into me. While he does I grip the bark, my nails clawing at it, feeling the ridges and furrows as he plays with mine. He spins me around and drives into me from behind, still holding onto the tree. When he pushes me forward, the bark brushes over my skin, the roughness a counterpoint to his smooth shaft. When we cum, my nails pull away a patch of bark and I watch as a little bit of sap seeps out and trickles down the trunk. *** I stayed in the guest room while visiting my cousin and his gay lover. They had two book shelves full of gay sex and relationship books. I ended up staying up all night reading, masturbating, and cumming many times. I even had gay incestuous fantasies of walking in their room naked and laying between them and saying show me, teach me. Once they went to work, I jumped in shower and used their wash mitt and jacked off twice to thoughts of all of us in the shower. *** Are you sure you can do this? Watch me! She chuckled, Okay, but on your head be it. I snorted, then lifted into my headstand. Now! I said. She kneeled in front of me, knees spread, and took my cock into her velvety mouth. Then she sucked me, careful not to disturb my balance. I could smell her cunt and see it running honey, but I couldn't reach her. I'd feast on it once I was done. And when I came, it was massive – but I held my position, winning her as my slave for the night. *** Get on your knees. Don't you know what your place is? Arms behind your back fingers interlocked! Tongue out. Lick! Yes, boss! He starts to lick methodically. Do a better job then that! This is your performance evaluation. Yes, boss, he mumbles with a mouthful of cunt. Look at me when you eat me. Damn it! He looks up licking furiously, making me cum right on his filthy tongue. I push him away, unfulfilled. Get back to work, Mathews, and send your colleague in. I smirk, bending over my desk waiting for what's to come. *** He comes home early. Door's locked. Strange. Calls for his wife from the hallway—no reply. Groceries? Not her usual time. Upstairs, bedroom, he figures, taking a nap—not there either. A suspicious movement in the corner of his eye—the garden! Huh? Naked? Dancing seductively? Why? Sinking feeling. A lover? In the garden? Bitch! Rushing downstairs and out—no one else there. Relief—confused relief. Hey hun, she greets him. Just trying to make the tomatoes turn red, she explains, giggling. He throws her a questioning glance. Blushing, she coyly adds, . and make the cucumbers grow. *** I'm at your feet, my back against the couch. Your hand inside my top, gently fondling. The turquoise T-Bird flies, the movie ends, and knowing smiles are exchanged. I'm naked by the time I reach the bedroom. No clips or clamps tonight. No cuffs, no gags. No commands nor rituals. Our bodies simply welcome one another in loving equality. Afterwards, you touch the faint red marks on my tummy and thighs. They have almost gone. I am nearly whole again. Those livid stripes will soon return, my tears shall flow again, but not today! I fucking love our Vanilla days! *** I stretched and looked at the clock. 6:00AM, he and I had only been asleep an hour. The blackout curtains did their job well as the sun wasn't peaking through. Our room only lit by the light by the gay porn that was looping on the TV from his laptop all night. I lay there with my hands behind my head as he slept. The memories of the night before started to shoot through my mind. Part of me was so aroused. Another part of me goingWTF, I have NEVER had THAT hot of sex with a woman.' *** She just had to do it. Sit on my lap. There were plenty of seats available at the party, all of which she ignored. She never spoke or asked permission, just sat down. Then she began. Wriggling. Grinding. Gyrating. Not enough so others noticed, but enough to make my cock react. I could feel it swelling. So could she she pushed down harder and ground against my lap. It was too much. I could feel my cock start to pulse as I came. She knew it. Then she got up, smiled over her shoulder at me, winked and left. *** Go on they said, it′ll be fun they said. She's sitting astride me, watching but I'm transfixed by the candle she's holding. Leaning forward she swirls the candle. Feeling my heart beat faster, but also swelling between her legs. Then is drops! A single red blob, falling. Mouth going dry, I want to move, but can′t. Waiting for the pain, searing into my flesh, burning through me. But. It′s hot, so hot! My anticipation is terror, the reality a tingle. The relief causes a reaction, a throb. Giggling, she asks, ″Someone's happy. Did you enjoy that? Would you like another?″ *** I, the wallflower, watch, as others flaunting tits and ass grab the attention. I want my eyes to be noticed first, moreover, what's behind them. One passes by, then twenty. I wait. Then, you stop, spying what others missed. You pluck me from the wall, slowly unfolding my petals. Untainted with otherscum, my scent is fresh. My tongue speaks volumes to your cock. You unwrap my gifts with care, so my pussy opens, offering a tight cocoon to stretch as you wish. Silent voyeur gone. Squealing lover revealed. I have no need to arouse the world - just you! *** Each time you play a wrong note I will undo a button on your blouse. This made her nervous, and she was barely onto the second page before her blouse was wide open, her little breasts exposed. As her fingers skittered across the keyboard, he pulled up her skirt, exposing her pale bare thighs above her stockings. She could feel his hardness pressed against her back. His nimble fingers burrowed into the dark nest between her legs, playing her clitoris like a Stradivarius, bringing her to an ecstatic climax. Oh, Monsieur Debussy, you are a naughty, naughty man! *** Tied helpless to the chair, all he could do is wait. He knew she'd be back, and the torture would continue. As if reading his mind, she appeared. Taking his cock in hand, she stroked it gently. She felt his hardness and his desire build. She felt him nearing the edge. The closer he got, the faster she stroked. He thought she might let him explode this time. Then she stopped as before. He was close but was to be denied again. She smirked and walked away. Then he thought to himself This is my punishment for betraying her. *** Knot after knot the Shibari Master tightens the rope around me. My arms pinned together behind my back, pushing my boobs forward and framing them with more rope. Legs come next, how I wish it was me. Tight around my thighs and shins forcing me to kneel. Finally she reaches between my legs, placing a large knot at the entrance to my vagina another on my clit. She pulls them tight, making me squirm and gasp. Feeling the rope on my skin almost too much. The pressure of the knots on my erogenous zones, is too much. I come next. *** Football season how I hate you. You steal my man and I get no loving. I wait until half time to make my move. I walk in the room naked and yell, Touchdown! I pull your cock out of your jogging pants. And stroke you hard, then I straddle your lap, Taking back what is mine in twelve minutes. I ride you hard and deep, my pussy working your cum out. We reach the end zone with minutes to spare. Touchdown! Six points for the hometeam! Now back to the bedroom for me as the game resumes. *** She sat legs draped open. Her pussy fully exposed As he approached, she felt herself quiver. He raised the flogger to strike. It landed squarely on her pussy. She cried out, but by the fifth strike, her body had given her away. Her juices leaked from her pussy to gather in the towel under her. Her cries, a mixture of pain and pleasure. By the tenth strike, her body was quivering as her orgasm burst forth. Her juices sprayed forth as she succumbed to her pleasures. He stood there, flogger in hand, and marveled at the power of her orgasm. *** Awakening, chilled by the brisk morning air on naked skin, I abandon the bed to shower, glancing backwards, hoping you're stirring to join me. Hot spray falls over my skin, removing the silky trace of our night-time fuck. Your hand grips my wrist, and against the tiles you shove me, lips on my neck, biting as you thrust, aggressively making me yours again. Our passions rising, urgently I cry out your name, moaning as you pinch my nipples and clit, and pound to climax. I adore you, groaned in my ear at release. Deliciously, I'm flooded with your liquified desire. *** You wipe your paintbrush with the silk panties I bought on the way back from visiting his tiny grave. It was the day we met, in that Pigalle dive bar opposite the cabaret club, where we danced close and you got hard when thin milk stained my blouse, and much later, stumbling towards dawn, fingered my hairy cunt as we climbed the stairs to your attic with its surprising view of the sky. I really don't see the point of going on, I hear someone say. *** Jake's latest conquest lay naked beside him. He'd entered her twice, but she had shown little enthusiasm. Big disappointment, after her succulently promising look at the bar. He'd ensured she wasn'ton the game'. He'd never pay. Women fell for his charm so easily. His marital bed held sleeping Louise, totally unaware of his many seductions. Disinterestedly, he asked, What's your job? A.l.L. What's that? Anti-Infidelity League. Colleagues are videoing us behind that mirror. Louise will have the DVD of your shameful unfaithfulness within 24 hours, Chills hit him. Blackmail? You wish. There's no charge. Your goose is cooked. *** I hate myself for doing this, walking to the corner of the street where she lived, standing in line for a film I have no intention of watching. People say, How is., then they stop and change the subject. Her sock turns up unexpectedly in the wash. Her eyelash curler appears in my wash bag. Raincoat on (hers), I walk all the way to the bus shelter where she first touched me properly. Now my hair is wet, and I simply can't bear any of it anymore. Home now windows all dark. And there on my doorstep, a glow-worm. *** Rare and beautiful beasts. Spoken of in hushed whispers and secret messages. Never saying how they're found, lest someone capture the heart of the one you've seen. She knows she's beautiful as she walks up and kisses me, reaching out and stroking my husband's cheek at the same time. He lets me lead, after weeks of talk, it's time for action. In the lift he tastes her for the first time, before we kiss again. He kisses me as I pass, leading her into our room. It's early, the night's long, the morning will have such a tale to tell. *** Mrs. Cummings at home. School girl dress-up, seduces my virgin pussy. Again. Ms. Smith. Business conference, fancy suite, wedding ring. Wants it nasty rough. Rest home Gracie. Such a darling. Chatty, happy snuggle. Eveline, Gracies's aide. Supply room freebiecause she's just so sweet and deserves a treat. Preacher's wife. His sermon droning, I eat her to salvation in the choir room. Amelie's bachelorette. Maids each get a strappy fuck, then she does me to cheers. Later alone, I wreck her ass as requested. BettyR_69. Juicy cam chat and finger play while her husband snores. Work with passion. It pays. *** Staring at the page on which I write, I see the contours of your face. As I trace my fingers over you as if I'm reading Braille, words appear on my page. Words that radiate my emotions, words that fuel and drive my passion, words that feed my soul. Each laughter line, a little deeper because of how we share life together. Each freckle a droplet of ink from my pen as words tumble easily onto my page. Eyes that shine and sparkle like diamonds. Bowed lips that smile with ease and perform incredible acts of love and desire. *** He stripped her, bound her hands behind her, and when he saw her exhale, grabbed the back of her head, locked his mouth to hers in a French kiss, then pinched her nose closed, stopping her breath. She was surprised at first, then started to struggle. Finally, when she began to feel desperate, she tapped his ankle with her foot. He released her immediately. She gasped, panting hard, then straightened up, and said, I've been wanting you to do that for a long time. Thank you, Tom. Then she smiled, straightened up, stepped closer, and exhaled. © Copyright, Gainsborough, Nov2020. *** With her head down, she came and laid across my lap. Her pale bare bottom was upturned to me. I asked, How many do you deserve for what you did? She hesitated, so I delivered a stinging smack to her left cheek. Before I could deliver another, she cried out, Twenty, sir! So be it, I said. I landed the first of the twenty on her right cheek. She cried out with the sting of it. I delivered nineteen more stinging smacks. As the last one landed, she moaned and shuddered. Then I felt her juices gush over my leg. *** Come and fuck this ass. That big, shiny ass? Mmhmm. Her bottom wobbled. He strolled over, clapped a cheek and cupped it while beating the other with his dick. Her gaped star brimmed with lube and was then probed by his veiny dipstick. The symphony of buttocks, pelvis, balls and her distorted vocals stretched his already maniacal grin. He withdrew leaving only the head and heavy twerking followed, sucking the creamy contents of balls into rectum. My butthole was really overdue for a feeding. She peeped back scowling and protruding her bottom lip. He hunched over and panted, My apologies. *** How naïve of her to think this trip would be all business. A bottle of wine or other tangible gifts were the norm. Her boss had other ideas. Having overheard her desires discussed in the lunchroom to be filled by a big black one, he delivered her present to her door personally. Engaged to be married, she knelt nonetheless. Still legally single. right? Drool migrated from her mouth and slime slithered from her slit as his pants dropped. Its spring upper-cut her chin and it slapped her forehead upon landing. I can't be insubordinate to my boss. Forgive me honey. *** Bloody meetings! I rush back to my room she will be calling soon. Time apart is hard, but listening as she tells me where her hands are, what they are touching, what she's thinking and feeling. Directing her, sometimes stopping her or pushing her faster. I love hearing her voice, little grunts and groans, not holding back on mine so she can hear me. Rising together, thousands of miles not far enough to stop us. Her panting after as she catches her breath starts my mind working again I begin to tease her. Just one more night, then home. *** I walked behind her as we shopped. Each cheek wiggled and swayed under her skirt. They teased me knowing I couldn't touch. As she bent down to get something, those cheeks peeked out from under the skirt. They were so tantalizing, yet I still couldn't touch. The day went this way, always so close but so far out of reach. Then I saw them bare and I couldn't resist. I gave each one a swat, then a rub. All I heard was an ow and a moan. This was the beginning of a very fun night with those cheeks. *** When I can control my body again I roll to the right, feeling Big Eddy slip out of me, slapping wet against my leg. I hold your smirking face, then share a long kiss. I look hard into your eyes. You're such a good fuck and you gnaw at my brain all day. Wanna get married? You know I'm already married, bitch. You can keep him, too, if you want. I don't care. He's not gonna like that. So don't tell him. We'll get matching nipple rings, have a little ceremony. I don't think. wait. do I get a honeymoon? *** I was online late one night when I got an instant message from my friend's wife. Why are you up? she asked. Can't sleep. I replied. Quite a length of time passed before her next message. Wanking? I was, but how could I admit that to my best friend's wife? You are, aren't you? appeared with a grinning smiley. Yes.. I finally admitted, with a guilty excitement building. Can I see? she asked. Aroused beyond belief, I replied: Yes. I turned on my webcam and permitted her request to watch. Nice .... now hurry up and cum for me! *** Clad only in my black cheeky panties, I bent forward, pretending to read when I heard him approaching. He sucked in a deep breath as I held mine. You're not fooling me, temptress, he growled after he stepped behind me and unzipped his pants. I bit my lip in anticipation when his pants rustled. His fingers gripped my hips roughly as he pressed his hard length against me. His lips grazed my ear. You know I can't resist you, baby, he said as he ripped my panties off and plunged into me. You're mine. Always. And you're mine, I moaned. *** Her lover leaves and I hurry to the guest room where she lies, sated. I come to claim back what is rightfully is mine. I strip quickly and crawl between her legs licking up to first one nipple and then the other until I lean over her as we find our rhythm. Take it! she says. Fill my pussy and claim that which is yours. I slam her hard, and grunt as she pulls me into her as I fill her up with my cum as she looks into my eyes, Thirty-five years and it never gets old. *** I tasted her and I realized, that I was starving. My hunger was powerful I needed to eat because of an emotional need buried deep. So often I had feasted on fast food sluts, wham bam, thank you ma'am, and within minutes was left feeling empty. But then I found her and she met my wants. Gone was the need for sugar, for I would be sated by her honey. She became my breakfast, my lunch, and my evening meal. She became every exquisite taste I had ever craved. Delicate, dirty, spicy, hot, and strong, she cleansed my palate. *** Same train, same time, same people, same seats. The same motion, rocking me back and forth, so soothing, relaxing me, kicking my shoes off, feeling the power throbbing through the floor. With my book on my lap and my skirt tucked between my thighs. Rubbing with the movement, through my clothes. Enjoying the feeling, just time for a small one. Counting the stops, the last one I have enough time. Urgent now, lost in my world, nearly there. As I sigh and open my eyes, from behind his paper he says, Good morning. New timetable today, one less stop. *** Since I have a cock too, I do things differently. If you stay, we are going to get ourselves worked up. Whoever is bigger will be fucking. You either agree or leave now! He worried a little because her nickname wasLong Janieand she wasn't very tall. But he was already worked up from the past thirty minutes on her couch and the idea of anal with a sexy transsexual woman was seriously tempting! He was confident in his penis, until he found himself holding his knees to his chest. His last thought before cumming was, I won too! *** We share a fatty on the stoop, frenching drags mouth to mouth. Take it inside, fucking queers! a voice canyons, as we paw and tangle under the street light's yellow haze. We barely make it through my door before we're naked, vying for top. We're both strong and like it hard. I take you down first. Clit, cunt, tight puckered rose, it's all mine. Flipping me, I get driven just the same, cumming with a shriek, three fingers, and that pinky deep. No fucking idea who you are, but tonight it's new. Who gives a shit what the morning brings? *** I've watched you all day. You poked out through the thin cloth of her top at the market. You seduced me at the beach, barely being covered by her suit. Now you show yourself as she gets ready for a shower. Before she can hide you away again, I walk over and take you between my lips. I suck you in, running my tongue over your softness. I feel you harden your texture gets rough as you get excited. I give you one final suck and one more lick of the tongue. Now I leave you my teasing is done! *** With a smoky smirk, she leans back and eases open wide. Her cunny's tinged a deeper pink already, spreading wider as I watch. Hairless as a babe, her tangled blond vee is a memory. I was bored. You like? Oh yes. Maybe I'll. Don't you dare! Fingers comb back my curls, revealing a swollen clit, ready for conquest. Eyes locked, we begin tonight's carnal waltz. Touch for touch, egging each other on, we spiral up, pacing ourselves, cumming as one. Finally sated, we pledge our love, say goodnight, then log off. Two doors and twenty feet of hall. Quarantine. *** With coffee brewing, her shoes are there, waiting. The shower's running, one touch won't hurt. The soft leather still fresh, heels short, slender. My hand slips into my boxers. Rubbing a shoe either side of my solid cock. Pulling my foreskin back, rubbing an instep over my helmet. I start fucking the junction of one heel, while pushing into the toe of the other. Distracted by the bathroom opening, I lose control, tensing and cuming. I quickly tuck myself away. Pouring a coffee for her as she puts her shoes on. Thank you dear, she pauses and grins, Thank you! *** She looked so beautiful making breakfast in her short dress. Her firm, round butt swaying as she danced to music that only she could hear. I leaned against the counter, mesmerized by her sensuality. I wondered how I got so lucky to have found this amazing woman who had become everything to me. Moments of us flashed before my eyes. How we fell in love before we ever actually met. How the second we laid eyes on each other it was if we'd always been together. I wrapped my arms around her. Love you, baby, I whispered. Love you more. *** She can't resist him. Few can. Words seduce. Hands manipulate. Cock silences . her guilt. Snared by the devil, she enjoys his fuck. His cock reaches new lengths fueled by fresh pussy. Untried nipples harden by his bite. An untested ass stings from his hand. She screams. He screams. I scream - No More! I wiggle free of the ropes bound by him . to him. Next time, I will see the forked tongue licking my pussy. Lessons learned from the ashes. A new, better me rises. Stronger. Wiser. Proud I didn't let the burns extinguish me forever. *** With his strong hands, he massages each finger, joint by joint, then down each metacarpal, turning it over and repeating. My hand pulls at my nipples, teasing myself. He will occasionally lean over to kiss and suckle too, but always his hands working mine. My free hand slips into my knickers, circling my clit, massaging my lips. Slipping a finger in, filling myself, with a thumb pressing on my nub. His hands holding me as my back arches, pushing me further. Taking my other hand, he kisses each finger and looks me in the eye, This one too? *** I don't like fishing, but I love the woods, so every month we hit our favorite camping spot by the river. Cute couple in the next spot come over with coffee and lend a hand getting us settled. The boys immediately talk rods and reels, while she and I share a look and huddle to ourselves. Ever eager, they grab their gear and head for the water. We know we've made our catch already, kissing with adamant heat. She lounges back as I shimmy down her shorts and kneel between her legs. Sweet and clean, there's nothing fishy about her. *** She lay back, naked, sated, perspiring. Good? he asked. You heard me explode? she asked. He laughed, Like a bomb. Just before you roared like a bull. What part you like best? Everything. Choose one moment. Tongue on clit. We're good together. About our agreement. Once a fortnight. Sex and away. Yes? For six months now. Fancy making it more frequent? Once a week? Her breath quickening. He hesitated, Maybe more frequent than that. Silence. Such new ground for Mr. Loverman, I was thinking, maybe, Pause, permanent? Teasingly, she waited, heart pounding, while inside she screamed her triumphant,. Gotcha! , *** I was walking home from doing some shopping. A neighbour pulled up next to me and offered me a lift home. I accepted. You still fucking Jake? Not since I found out he was fucking Sue. Shit, she is only a teenager. She is nineteen, but it seems she has no problems fucking other women's husbands. No worse than her mother. Are you jealous? No. Are we going to your place or mine? it's obvious what's on your mind. Yours, you never know when Sally might come home. Park around the back, she won't see your car then. *** I was a seventy-year-old virgin! So many women and my innate shyness kept them at arm's length. My friends tried, but I couldn't talk, I tripped over my feet, or I lost control completely. What was cute in my teens, became pathological as I aged. The result? I became obsessed with sex! Every night I prayed for a change. My prayers got extremely graphic — meeting the one, spending time between her legs, and finally understanding what it was all about! I died and then my prayers were answered! I have been reincarnated as a bicycle seat! Fuck Me! *** Aren't you pleased your old student has returned as the new teacher? Pushed against the classroom wall, a hand between her breasts, beads of sweat paint her face and her silenced lips tremble. Her skirt lays crumpled below. Fingers slide down her white belly and seize her naked cunt. So wet, my pet, but it's mine to allow, isn't it? She nods frantically, eyes begging permission. And my gift? A finger wiggles the jeweled plug, answered by a pleading moan. See? I knew you'd like it. Is that the end of lunch bell already? I guess you'll have to wait. *** Deeply, passionately swapping ice-cubes as we kiss and slowly undress each other. Laying her between the furs, I see her hand drift to the frozen block that is our bed. Tasting every inch, rolling her nipples between my teeth, the ice melting from her heat. Working down, relishing her anticipation, holding a cube between my teeth, sliding down over her clit, between her lips. She pushes up in welcome and it slips in. No time to waste, I move up and follow the cube, our heat, the cold from the ice, our nerves on edge as we now climb together. *** She awoke aroused and hungry for her man, who slumbered next to her. She traced her fingers over his nose, lips, jaw, neck, and chest, memorizing his features with her touch. When she gently pinched his nipple, the sheet tented, and she smiled. She pulled the sheet off and squealed as she suddenly found herself on her back, her man between her legs, hovering over her with a grin. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, the other around his shaft. He held her eyes as he slowly entered her and winked. Good morning again, beautiful. *** She felt his presence and slowly opened her eyes. He pulled the sheet down and kneeled between her feet. She watched as he gently pushed her thighs apart, leaned forward, and lowered his head to her mound. His eyes locked on hers as he lovingly sucked on her labia. She gasped when his tongue slid up and prodded under her hood, searching. He found his prize. She bit her lip. He sucked and licked. She trembled and moaned. He groaned. She cried out in ecstasy. His eyes twinkled. His deep, rumbling voice was muffled between her swollen lips. Morning, beautiful. *** Cobalt, his first word to me. I never caught him looking other than in my eyes that night. Loving when he spoke of swirling eddies, flecked with gold in cobalt accretion disks. Nerds have a beautiful poetry of their very own. When we make love, he loves every inch of me. When he slides into me, he looks me in the eye. Each time I blink, he throbs. Now locking eyes with him, feeling him harden inside me. He is urgent, I tease and play. Looking away, he slows his pace. Thrusting my hips I look again. We cum together. *** It's an odd feeling, waking up thinking that you are still dreaming, then realising that the dream is reality. In this instance, I woke to find my friend's mom sucking greedily on my hard cock. I was horrified but then excited. I reached out and tapped her shoulder, letting her know I was close. She understood and carried on until I exploded in her mouth. I watched her as she swallowed my spunk, gulping it down. Finally, she got up off her knees and tied her robe in place. I'll do your breakfast now I've had mine, she teased. *** I heard you're into young cuties like me. I do a slow swivel to my right. She certainly is that. Looks fresh, but I know she'd be outside, if she didn't check. Not when they're doing a Dare for their crew. Am not! she lies, all sultry eyes and pouty lips. I slide my hand up under her skirt, down into her panties. Mmm. smooth as a babe. Nice plump kitty. My, my, somebody's a little wet. Oh, fuck! Don't want no joyinout here, Kis. No worries, Rita, marching Dare toward the Ladies. Bet she'll pick Truth next time. *** She enslaved the only zombie in the apocalypse that didn't consume flesh. Well.depends on your definition of consume. Tits, twat and tushy were his preferences. All it took was a tug on his leash and he'd amble over to feast. Her initial disgust over time became fascination and even addiction. It's time for your feeding, she'd say. The benefit? He'd keep others away. Lick! Suck! Smack! Her eyes would go dark writhing and embracing another la petite mort. It figures the best orgasms of my life would be coming from a dead guy. Arrrgghrrhhoo? She sighed. Don't bother. *** Uluru squats on the horizon, the Milky Way rising from it's back. Sirius, brightest of all, and Canopus pointing to the Magellanic Clouds. The two of us, alone under the majesty of Nyx's cloak. Our breathing is fast. Taking her hand, panting now, hard and wet. Let's share this with the goddess. Our lips touch, then our bodies, sliding together and joining under the heavens. Flowers freeze, bugs fall silent, a hush spreads through the night. We cry out, offering our ecstasy to Gaia from whom it came. I love the dark, she whispers, stroking my face, I love you. *** The instructions were simple: Stand nude with your back against the wall, your feet spread shoulder-width apart. Close your eyes and hear only my voice. Follow my commands. You stood. You listened. Your hands were mine. I touched you. I touched all of you. You trembled, sighed, and moaned. Your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure. You cried, joyous in us. We'd finally made love without a touch. We smiled into sleep that night, you and I, in separate beds, but of one soul. *** Things had gone exceptionally well. Drinks out after work, a cozy dinner at home, some cuddling on the couch while watching a good chick flick. Which led to kissing and the movie being turned off as we headed to the bedroom. Some gentle lovemaking, including a few favorite toys, into the wee hours of the morning. Bliss! It was the perfect night until. I threw off the sheet. A dog had poked his head under the sheet and his cold nose had touched my leg. My GF thought it was hilarious. One minor problem, I don't even own a dog! *** I spot her SUV parked off away from the other soccer mom transports. When I open the door, she's waiting as planned, splayed on display. Beneath her tee, she's pawing a manufactured tit, plaid shorts and panties tossed aside. Smiling nasty, she pulls the fingers from her tailored cunt and sucks them clean. I dive right in and make her gasp, devouring her clit, fucking my own fingers deep. I stop to take a breath and look up, seeing a wide-eyed face peering in. Oh, shit. Her step-daughter, captain of senior cheer. Don't worry, baby. She likes to watch. *** It didn't take long for a connection to form. Moderate flirtations led to their exit from festivities of the inebriated. A kiss here, a fondle there. I'm full of surprises, she warned. Garments slunk from their vessels to the rocky floor and deeper entanglements ensued. Nibbles, grinds, swears, and thrusts secured mutual explosions. Post orgasm and still on all fours, her luscious bottom was plastered with his enjoyment. However, his eyes bulged at her steadily decaying form. I told you, she sniffled. That ass hasn't decayed though. Her emaciated face stretched into a grin. Again baby? she whispered. Yes beautiful.again. *** Carlie reclines on her bed, cheerleader uniform scattered, while Lucas and Jasper sweat on her chairs. So.she teases. Lucas unbuckles frantically. Biting his bottom lip, he wanks so hard and fast, his whole body ricochets up and down. Blushing, eyes cowering, Jasper coaxes timidly. Lucas seizes up– Yes,. he croaks. Blast after blast.Agh!'Pumping. Ergh!'Then, breathless, the realisation. I. I won!. he shrieks. Carlie:Uh, Lucas? It's about who lasts.' Lucas turns pale. Open-mouthed, Jasper's torn. Until Carlie spreads her legs. Beckons him. Lucas fights tears. Aw, Lucas!Carlie laughs.Second prize is a blowjob.' *** The bank's alarms rang as we dived for the car. A squeal of tyres and we were away. She ripped her mask off and shook out her long blonde hair. I love you, baby I love you too, I grinned as I pulled off my mask too. When we got back to our room, she carefully laid the hundred dollar bills out on the bed then stripped naked and lay in the middle of it. She spread her legs, biting her lip as I crawled between her thighs. The smell of sex and money filled the room. the perfect aphrodisiac. *** Your hair smells of pumpkin spice,he murmurs as he kisses my neck. I ignore him as I lower my cunt onto his cock, his hands gripping my suspender-clad thighs. He is under my spell as I ride his cock, and what a fabulous cock it is. A pussy-filling kind of cock that makes me feel almost virginal as he stretches me. Time is ticking. We mustn't get caught. I pick up the pace, my pussy juices soak him, and they squirt North, South and West. He cums. I laugh to myself, fucking my sister's husband is the best. *** He's impossible.' Yup,I croak into the phone. I wrote one. Texting it.'6'5 with a lean, muscular build and a horse cock, Devon is the best fuck of his draft. Penetrates with speed, power, and masterful control. Positionally creative and incredibly athletic, his talented hands and tongue make him a legit triple threat. High pussy IQ hits the spot at will. Top-percentile stamina. Volume shooter but, tits or face, he's both accurate and delicious. Forgot smack talk.'Mmm. Come over for another workout? Hell yeah? She giggles.Told my friend about you. How do you handle a double team? *** His dream was a mix of fantasy and reality. His cock, a solid eight inches, twice its real size, was plunging into a tight orifice that was part of a smooth, round, orange ball. His hands grabbed the sides to get better purchase as his orgasm approached, but they were gripping something hairy, causing him to tumble from sleep into consciousness as his first spurt of jizz shot out. Reality set in, and he continued to shoot more hot fluid as two adoring eyes gazed up at him. Was that good, darling? his wife asked. Yes, pumpkin, he replied. *** The lonely virgin lit the pumpkin at the window and lay alone, waiting again. A year since the phantom's last visit. She wakes deep in the night, his body touching every part of her. Tingling, thrilling, teasing, tantalising, touching secret places. No weight upon her, no face to kiss, no sound or scent. Her body is consumed by desire, a feeling so foreign to her. Her head spins as she convulses, her heart pounding, her legs trembling, and then he is gone. She sleeps soundly. No trace of him exists, except the baby at her breast and his un-borne sibling. *** Fearing judgment, she lived secluded within the raven-filled forest. When injury befell a lone huntsman, she revealed herself, and he woke to her magical touches. I know what you are. he said, losing his thought in her widening green eyes and black satin-and-lace dress molded to deadly curves. .a beautiful soul, he finished. Bewitched by his open heart, she bravely offered herself to him. He gently caressed her virgin flesh, cherishing her awakening before both were engulfed in passion's flames. He proudly led her by the hand back home. Upon witnessing love, the townspeople returned love and protected her secret. *** So this was the office Hallowe'en Pumpkin Party she was obligated to attend. No spouses. Dressed like that, no wonder the disguised male coworkers flock around her. I squeeze in, and quip that she looks very horny in the devil horns and body-hugging devil suit. You've no idea! she whispers, her hand sliding from my shoulder to my bicep, Care to dance with the devil, Batman? I grunt huskily as I explode into her mouth in the back room. She rises, wipes cum from her lips, and I rub her until she convulsed. Trick or treat! I smile, lifting my mask. *** Our flesh was bare, in the artificial glow of a haunted venue. Bound by ropes in a Shibari design, each with a Mistress beside us, we were exhibited for the amusement of the victors of the Apple Bobbing Competition and curious onlookers. We writhed as our swelling sensitive areas were poked, slapped and gently teased. One Mistress in a deep purple corset and orange leggings, accentuating her magnificent pumpkin, pleasured my length with gloved, lubed hands until I projectile ejaculated right between a fellow loser's J cups, just as her nipple clamps were removed. *** That offer of sounds. Those words of pleasure. Those things not yet given, you taunted me with yesterday. I woke today in an agony of want with my body on fire, my mind alive, and thoughts of your words caressing my skin. Tomorrow, you said, the time will come, an eternity of minutes stitched tight with desire. No choice have I but to wait, and wish if only today were tomorrow. *** Glowing eyes stared back at Richard as he withdrew from Samantha's arse. You really want this? he asked, approaching the Jack-O-Lantern above the bed with cock in hand. You really want forgiveness? One look at her insatiable eyes convinced him. Jizz splattered across the menacing orange visage, dripping onto the redhead's face below. With the last drop, his satiated sigh turned to screams and her ecstatic cries to cackles as he burst into flames and disappeared into the carved maw. Samantha plucked a single seed from the ashes. I hope you make a better pumpkin than you did a boyfriend. *** On a moonlit Halloween night, Niarah, dressed as a slutty witch, ventured trick-or-treating through a ghostly-decorated neighborhood. As she approached a charming cottage, a stranger invited her in for a trick-or-treat. Inside, the stranger offered her a pumpkin candy. Niarah tasted the sweet delight and was suddenly aroused by the man's scent. He moved toward her and she gasped as he entered her. As dawn broke, the stranger's form wavered, revealing a secret. Niarah's passionate Halloween night had been a bewitching encounter, leaving her with the realization that she had been fucked senseless by a ghost. Definitely tricked and treated. *** Reading the sultry stories of my competitors, fingers exploring my pantyline. With every page, an insatiable heat grew within until I was atop a furnace of desire. My lids heavy with arousal, I forgot about the Halloween invitation and wondered how many I had read? Suddenly, an ice-cold whisper pierced my reverie, dripping with evil: 666. My gaze was locked in terror on two glowing red eyes reflecting in the window ahead. An intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain wracked my body, my ecstatic cries filled the room as my spirit faded. I guess that party would have to wait. *** Why would you be the candidate to succeed under me? he asks. Eyebrow raised, fingers laced together atop his mahogany desk, dripping power. The final interview question. I pause, remembering what I'd read about him. Well.Pumpkin I tease, walking around the desk, pushing his chair forcefully backward. I KNOW I can suck-seed under and FOR you! On my knees, I release his throbbing cock. I taste, lick and suck him until he screams, Holy FUCK! .You're hired!! and cums in my throat. See you Monday! I say, licking my lips smirking *** Yes. I hear a woman moaning in the other room I see you have found a porn channel on TV. I watch as you pull yourself from your shorts, you begin to stroke. Slowly at first, pulling your foreskin back and revealing your swollen head. You catch me watching and stop. Sorry! Carry on, as my hand moves into my panties. *** We sample sweet, juicy Honeycrisps in the sun. She races me through the corn maze. Sun setting, we savor grilled brats and hot cider. Wandering the pumpkin patch hand in hand, we munch freshly dipped apples. She catches a caramel drip, playfully licking her finger. Sticky lips meet. Snuggling under a blanket on the hayride, her hand finds my straining stiffness. Mine caresses her jiggling orbs. We jump off into the darkness. I spread the blanket. Then her legs. Then her folds, devouring Golden Delicious ambrosia. She implores me into her slick warmth. No better place for a first date! *** Eva scooped squished pumpkin flesh and cum from her cleavage, slurping it from her palm as she surveyed the village hall. Naked bodies lay tangled in satiated sleep amongst a chaos of demolished cakes, broken jack-o'-lanterns, and abused prize-winning vegetables. Jingling bells drew her gaze back to the grey-haired lady between her legs being enthusiastically serviced from behind by a hairy Morris dancer. Oh, Reverend! Eva gasped. Combining Harvest Festival with a Halloween party was genius. Whatever did you put in that punch? Sloe gin, the Vicar replied, pausing to join her lovers in climax. Would you like the recipe? *** sell your soul for the night of your life Dreaded Mav of the Pumpkin night hear my plea and come before my sight I said those words, facing a mirror. And that's when she appears. Horrifying yet beautiful figure of a naked woman. She slowly approached paralyzing me. Then her cold lips touched mine. While her tongue wrestles with mine, her hand guides my erect dick to her pussy. The moment I'm inside her pussy, it felt as if I found eternal bliss. With every thrust, I felt pleasure and weakness radiating to my body. As my consciousness faded, all I saw was her faint smile. *** A poised saleswoman stepped forward, presenting a sleek massage glove that emitted a soft buzz. Expertly, she trailed it across Sir's back before shifting to mine, its gentle vibrations eliciting a delightful tingle up my spine. No thanks, Sir declared, his eyes glinting with mischief. Why not? I retorted. It was quite pleasant. He smirked. It's merely a vibrating glove. While it might fall short of a professional back rub, I can't help but wonder if you've imagined. other applications for it. My cheeks turned a deep shade of red at his insinuation, and the saleswoman stifled a cheeky giggle. *** I hit them with the bathroom door. They don't notice. I sit and pee, watching them, touching myself. French bob's up against the sink, legs spread, tube top waisted, tits dancing above pulled down cups. Curly's hip presses hard between, flannel shirt half off, her red Fuck All Women tat shiny with sweat under the neon. As Curly drives two in deep, I follow her lead with my own. Fingers slide fast and squishy to the muffled Techno beat. Cumming together, our screams echo off the tiles. Haven't been out clubbing in ages. Nice to see some things never change. *** Two 99s please, with raspberry sauce. I could feel the fresh semen running down my face. A string of it hung off my chin before dripping onto the bikini-clad bulge of my right tit. The ice-cream-van lad's eyes were on stalks. Erm, yes, sure, love, he stammered. He kept looking at me as he prepared the ice-creams. I smiled and stuck out my tongue, catching a dollop of semen as it dangled off the tip of my nose. I've given you extra sauce, love, he said as he handed them over, though you seem to have got plenty already. *** I need something from his mountain he needs something from my cunt. A bargain is struck. He envelops my nakedness with his furry body, warming me throughout. My shivers turn to quivers as massive hands secure my legs, spreading me wide. With one thrust, he stuffs me. I lay my head back, enjoying his rough tongue licking my neck. I suppose I should be repulsed. He is an abominable being, after all. However, furry things excite me. My village praises me for my bravery. If they only knew my screams were from ecstasy as my cum melted the snow. *** I swam well, but she swam better, with effortless grace. Her hair streamed behind her. I fell in love there and then. Each morning I swam out past the rocks and found her there. It wasn't long before we were in each other's arms, treading water, kissing, and fondling. Her breasts were small, like mine. Then, with a swirl of her arms, she disappeared, and I felt her mouth on my open slit. I reached to touch her there too, but her green eyes flashed. And with a slap of her tail fin on the water's surface, she was gone. *** With your irresistible body glowing under the first light of dawn, a sigh escapes me. Our lovemaking had been powerful last night, and I need you between my thighs again. I crawl over you, sliding my hand across the taut muscles of your stomach and the tattoo that creeps up your side and your broad, firm chest. My favourite place is here, in our bed, being loved by you. Your amber eyes flicker open, and your manhood swells as my kiss, a breath away, brings a lascivious smile to your lips. Arching back, I ride you to mutual, blissful, ecstasy. *** We kneel upright, back to back, legs intertwined. Her cunny rests on my centered heel, mine on hers. We start rocking slowly, moving in concert, then quickly go to gliding strokes, quick jabs, hard clitoral urgings. Wet with the juices pouring out from us, our feet become sexual slip-and-slides. Guttural moans and sharp, gasping cries fill the room. Arms twined, we grasp hands, clenching for strength, as we cum together, our joined bodies taken in a long, pulsing orgasmic wave. Okay, everybody, take five. Get water and find a new partner. Twisting Scissor is up next. Sure miss duet yoga. *** The lighting in your apartment is perfect. Your gown slips from your shoulders. It's the red lingerie tonight. Turning away, you ease down your panties, rolling your hips. This is different. usually, it's panties last. Now the bra is unclipped and discarded, and you are naked except for black hold-up stockings. God, you are so beautiful. I watch your hands smooth and caress your perfect body. As one hand cups a breast, the other slips between your legs. Suddenly you are looking directly at me. With a glistening finger, you beckon to me. My God! I nearly drop my binoculars. *** I awoke to the sounds of my own screams. A wave of instant terror washed through me, paralyzing me, making for easy prey. I laid there completely at its mercy just as I have every night after moving into this old forsaken ramshackle house. But just as quickly as I had begun screaming a familiar change crept over me and soon my screams had evaporated into moans of ungodly forbidden pleasure. The entity buried itself inside, hard thrusting, turning my cunt into its own personal haunted house attraction. Leaving me with a hell-bound soul and an insatiable hunger for more. *** I opened the sliding door, Get in here, just the hell were you thinking? My daughter's best friend, Missy, was on my patio, in the pouring rain, wearing nothing but her top. I pulled her in and grabbed a towel to dry her off, the crazy girl. I was trying to get your attention. Well you got it. The implications didn't sink in until she peeled off the soaked top and pushed the towel away. She kissed me and pushed me down on the bed, her wet hair framing that perfect face. Words failed me as she kissed me again! *** It was years later. I'd married. My body had changed my desires had not. So there they were. The haughty ones seemed even haughtier, the plump girls slimmer. Then I saw her. She turned to face me. I watched as she folded her thumb into the palm of her hand and formed a cone with her fingers, and looked directly at me. I blushed and lowered my eyes. Meekly I followed as she led me to our secret place. I knelt naked before her. Shatter my heart with fierce pain, Goddess, I said. Oh, Babe, you still remember the words. *** Ding-dong!Who could it be at these wee hours of the night?Woken from his slumber, he rushed to the door. But oh, boy! It was Stacy from next door. What did she possibly crave? He already knew exactly what she wanted from her being stark naked. She always came over day or night whenever she wanted sex. She jumped into his arms, firm breasts crushed against his chest. They kissed passionately and he carried her upstairs. They made love multiple times before they fell asleep. Never did he complain the times they went at it like rabbits. *** I open my legs. Lift my skirt a little, giving you a better view of me. You suddenly stop your lecture for a brief moment, and then you keep going. I smirk at you. I open my legs wider and I can feel your piercing gaze on my wetness. You unexpectedly sit at your desk to finish the lecture. I see you blushing. I hope I made you aroused. I like the idea of you touching yourself while you talk. I love teasing you. The bell rings, everyone begins to leave. A word, Ms. Lee. Yes, Mrs. Andrews? *** Trust me? yes Keep them closed, and don't move. The door opens, then closes. I lay here just as he positioned me, eyes closed, naked, arms out to my side, legs slightly parted. Miss me? he asks. yes! I hear him shuffling about, the sting of ice cold water hits my nipple, then the other. He parts my legs and kneels between them. He opens my lips, I'm wet. Ice cubes held to each nipple. Just as I thought, you are naughty Cold drops on my clit then the shock of ice. I cum as he slips it in *** Mike's final forceful thrust sent Fleurette's squeal of orgasmic rapture soaring into the Parisian night. Mike, fingers skimming warm breasts, eased her weight off him. Despite his basic French, she had to know. C'est fini, he growled. Mais pourquoi? Mike sighed. Wildly demanding all night, Fleurette needed to realise, C'est tout. Her eyes showed dismay. His softness slithered out of her, leaving an empty cavern, a heaving heart, and a wet thigh. Je t'aime, Mike. I share ce sentiment—mais. Mike struggled. Oui? her voice trembling. Wait until—morn. du matin—because—je ne suis pas. a fucking robot! *** Entangled and exhausted we fall asleep. Morning comes, I watch you sleep, a slight grin on your face. You look content. I gently remove my leg from between yours, feeling your morning salute. I try not to wake you just yet. I return from the loo and slip back in next to you. You stir slightly. I slip under the sheet, moving down on the bed. A gentle blow from my lips, you mumble. A kiss with the tip of my tongue on your tip, you grumble. I mumble good morning as I swallow you whole. Hmmmmmm, good morning! *** There's a dryer in the dorm laundry I call Thumper. It's out of balance and the corner is perfect for my tall embrace. I lean in as it begins to spin, working like a Rabbit on steroids, rocking my clit through my thin nylon shorts. She drops her clothes basket and sits. Skirt up, panties down, her fingers rub madly, as she stares. I work Thumper hard for her, begging it to make me cum. When I do, she does too, our screams echoing as one. I stagger over for a long, caressing kiss. Same time next week? Oh, yeah. *** We received a membership to the country club for a wedding gift. No name on the card. I hated the country club. It was full of pompous, arrogant, dirty old men who couldn't keep from ogling younger women. My wife wanted to become a member. I was going out of town on business. I never made it. I woke up bound and gagged on a bed. Your wife is the club slut. She's fucked all the men there. You're wrong. Don't worry, after the Viagra kicks in you'll have fucked all the memberswives. I guess we're both sluts now. *** Was I too rough for you? I looked up into her eyes and shook my head. Actually, it was rough and at one point it got a bit scary, but I had never ever cum like that or felt so satisfied. She kissed my wet hair, her finger following a rivulet of sweat all the way down my chest to my tummy. I can feel something. I said. I put a finger down and felt inside. In the sticky wetness, I felt something hard. Slowly I drew it out with my fingertip. A glistening opalescent pearl. *** My name's Beattie, and this is my friend Robyn, I lied to the yesterday man in the crumpled suit. My fingers stroked his crotch, as his car skated the wet streets like a speedboat. Parked by the river, I bent to suck his cock almost gagging on the thick veined shaft. Then, as I spat his final load into a puddle, my girlfriend leaned forward to draw her blade across his throat. Pockets stuffed with green, we linked arms and headed back towards the high street. An old man selling newspapers smiled at us. PREDATORS PROWL STREETS, ran his headline. *** I'd taken her body, taken and enjoyed every inch of her soft flesh. I'd taken her hands, soft, delicate and gentle. She'd used those to take me, to take all she wanted from me. Our bodies entwined as we took what we wanted from each other. We'd tried to take our time, but the passion, the emotion, intensified between us, consuming our every thought. The more we took from each other, the more we needed. The addiction was taking its toll, each hour seemed double. I had to face the truth, she'd taken my heart. I'd nothing left to give. *** Long succulent kisses began it. Fingers ruffled her hair. Hands caressed breasts before nipples were nibbled and sucked. Typical of Jeff. Her juices flowed as lips and tongue nuzzled and sipped for honey. Her every orifice was explored. His hardness was gripped and guided to her weeping entrance. And she knew. That deep first thrust filled her. Immense. Pure rapture. His wilder response, deeper, harder, brought on her ecstatic orgasm. But his thrusts continued, vigorously. Breathlessly, she gasped, How was Paris, Greg? Her second orgasm loomed. How'd you guess it was me? Easily. Identical twins have certain special differences. Aaaagh! *** Ashley, I. I can help with your essay, but.' Yeah? Well, the whole point of literature is to—' Under the table, her cool hand closes around his erection, squeezing, twisting. Oh.' Write me a little essay? I'd get in trouble? She leans over, blonde locks draped over his leg— Ashley, we're in the library—' Her tongue grazes his hole— Oh, fuck,. he moans, aching for her mouth.Okay! 1,000 words, just—' Hands off, she sits up, whispers in his ear:Tomorrow?'Groaning, he nods. Do a good job and so will I,. she breathes, wet tongue tickling his canal. *** Shopping is one of those drudge chores. Necessary but totally a waste of time. Until today. Today I saw her! The most scrumptious blonde. The most enticing woman I had ever seen, even in my dreams. Balancing herself one leg. Legs that would not quit. Her short red skirt stretched tightly across her ass. Oh, that ass! So inviting, so tempting. I restrain myself. She's out of your league Josh, forget her. Suddenly she turns and notices me. Do you like what you see? I'm stunned. A deer in the headlights. A stickiness seeps into my groin. Embarassment. She smiles. *** In the midst of the pandemic, supermarket shelves were often barren with food such as chicken often sold out. Jennifer heard her boyfriend return from his trip to the neighborhood grocery store. Did you find any chicken, honey? Not exactly. What do mean not exactly? She asks with a hint of being annoyed. Johnathan shows up in the living room with two young women behind him. Jennifer, meet Tracy and Grace. What the hell? You were supposed to get chicken. You sent me to get legs and breasts if I remember right. That's what I brought home. *** I plop down, cradling my coffee like yesterday's drunk. bout time, bitch. Got a major presentation tomorrow! Sorry. Late night, somebody new. Musta been a good fuck,cause you look wrecked. Unbelievable. Tell me! Unexpected, then boom. Girl had nasty fine game. Took my pussy and gave it a whole new meaning in life. You give back? Wore me out! Had hungers you wouldn't believe! Who? Can't. Promised. I sneak a look across the room at Big Bonny, butt of so many jokes. Head low, she gives me a wink and slowly sticks her tongue out, easily passing her chin. *** We'd been trading shy smiles ever since we first noticed each other at the beach. Both in our late teens, tall and slim, we could have been sisters. Then, early one morning I saw her beckoning me. The ebb tide had left a crevice between two huge boulders. She took my hand, and we managed to squeeze through, and on a little patch of damp sand, she kissed me and all in a rush we stripped and made love. Recently, by chance, I found the place again, but I could no longer squeeze through. I just wept and wept. *** I saw you sitting there my mind raced. I had to know you. I had to have you. You were looking at me with your incredible eyes and a body to match. How could you be alone? I could not waste this chance to know a woman like you. I walked over to you never saying a word. You stared deep into my eyes and knew exactly what I wanted. Waking the next morning having made love to you all night. We shared a morning kiss. I asked, What's your name? You said, My name? I am your perfect stranger. *** Pinned to the bed, you push deeper. Our eyelashes nearly touching as I look into your eyes. I gasp as I swear I see your soul as you can push no deeper. Your hands take hold of mine, raising them above my head, holding them tight. Not blinking, we do not lose eye contact and you hold me like that for what seems like an eternity. Slowly you withdraw then push deep again, methodically in and out, holding my hands and my gaze firmly. Your speed increases with our breaths and our heartbeats until wave after wave wash over us. *** She enters the cafe, a college treat, short pleated skirt, breasts free under her blouse. Meeting my stare, I get a sexy, smirky smile. Pausing at the hall to the bathrooms, she arches me an eyebrow and goes in. She's on the counter, legs spread, waiting. I kiss her hard, squeezing nipples, inhaling her cunt's heady scent. Eat me! Please! I've been edging all morning! Rubbing myself madly beneath my lace, I cum as she does. So you remembered to sign me up as your TA again, professor? Of course I did, darling. How could I finish lunch without you? *** Kneeling before him, her bare chest rising, falling with each heavy, anticipation filled breath. Her bright, sparkling eyes watching intently and her red lips curled into a slight smile. A groan as his fist gripping tightly slides up. and back. Slick with her saliva, bulging, throbbing and aching for release. Unable to hold back, his hand feverishly pounds away. The distinct sound of his stroking getting louder, faster. Her mouth falling open in anticipation. An animalistic growl as the first spurt fires out. splashing across her cheek, her lips, her chin. Her head falling back as her chest is coated. *** Your three of a kind beats my pair. Karen sighs, unhooking her bra. I run my nails over her perfect globes and squeeze her crinkled teats. I always know what cards she has, though lately I'm wondering if I'm the only one she plays with. Her beatific expression as she shuffles the pack, tells me nothing. Lucky at cards, hope you're not unlucky in love babes. Damn you, Karen, I snap and grab a hunk of hair. On her knees, she tugs my panties south with her teeth and presses her poker face hard against my mound. *** Her red hair splayed across the pillow, I lie watching her sleeping so peacefully. Impatient for her to awake, my eyes explore her covered body, a leg exposed. Sneaking down the bed, wincing as I drag the sheet away, trying not to wake her. Gazing at her beautiful slumbering sex, I bend my head softly, the tip of my tongue stroking her closed lips. In her slumber, she parts her legs for me and I slide my tongue between her lips and lap at her delicious pink folds. Shuddering in her sleep she releases her pleasure. Mmmmm honey for breakfast. *** I crawled onto her bed, prowling, catlike. As her knees opened, revealing her glistening wetness, my face dipped between her legs. I slowly dragged my tongue along her from perineum to clit, tasting her flavour on my tongue. As I lifted my head to kiss her, she tasted the remains of the last woman on my face. You slut, she groaned. You have the morals of an alley cat. Meowww, I replied, as my tongue licked its way back down, flickering over her hardening nipples as her moans filled the air. *** Lying back, I feel your body pressed against mine. Face to face, nose to nose, we both want. My legs together, your growing interest nestled in my Y. As we kiss, your knee parts mine, slipping between, the other does the same, my Y opening for you. I spread my legs farther and I feel you for the first time. Your eyes express concern. I kiss you harder, reassuring you. Your hand moves down, I stop you, placing it on my breast. My hand moves lower to guide you, stroking you against my button. Back arching as you enter. GASP! *** Dancing, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Cathy. She opened her mouth. It was full of fresh semen. We kissed, and the salty ejaculate flowed into my mouth. I smiled and swallowed. Feel my cunt, she whispered. I put my hand under her short skirt and slipped two fingers inside. They came out covered in more semen. And my arse. Cupping my hand under her sphincter, yet more cum dribbled into my palm. Dirty girl, I whispered. How many were there? Six. The other three are waiting for you now. That's why she's my best friend. *** I see you watching me, playing with myself on the sofa. Did you think I wouldn't notice your presence? I can feel your eyes burning into my wide open legs. I flick and rub with much more need. Penetrating myself, at the thought of you coming in and fucking me. But no, you stand there at my window watching. Touching inside of your shorts. I come so hard, you get ready to step away back to your routine. I yell out Thanks for the mail, Mr. Lee. *** A week's detention. Alone. Back to class, Ashley. Holding the confiscated phone, she thumbs the intercom. No calls, no interruptions, thirty minutes. Yes, Ms Jackson, is the giggling reply. She pulls up her skirt and caresses the long, swollen clit beneath the silk, scrolling photos with her thumb. Perfect young pussy, glistening. Now the pearly clit exposed. Now the coral pink tunnel above a sanguine rose. Now fingers in deep and working above. Pausing, she lifts her own phone and thumbs in a message to the group. Ladies, we have two new candidates. Then starts again, edging her orgasm on. *** My wife was horny again. I thought I wore her out last night with my tongue and cock making her cum so many times she passed out from exhaustion. I was wrong. She was hornier than ever now. Throughout the morning she was sexting me what she was going to do to me. She had my cock hard all morning, I almost jacked off in my private bathroom. I left work at lunchtime to get home and fuck my hot, insatiable wife till she begged me to stop.I popped a Viagra and smiled when I opened the door. *** From a sleepy town in the heart of Devonshire, arrived a twenty-one year old for the day's photoshoots which were strictly professional. For a nude model, Molly was naturally perfect, and at times rather cheeky. Despite everything, she understood that nothing prohibited could happen. Somehow, whenever at a shoot, she took great pride in novel ways to try these limitations. Her sexy lips pouted, nipples pinched, from the second her robe flung open and the topless shoot turned erotic. She teased and played with her shaven mound. The mirror reflection captured the moment she brazenly straddled his lap. *** The storm showed little sign of abating. The whitecaps were clear as they washed over everything and everyone in sight. You would think that in such a small body of water, such vehemence would have been impossible, but Mother Nature refused to be bound by such rules. The ferocity that raised these waves laughed at any restrictions. The water raged until. The final page slipped out of her hand as she collapsed, the water in the tub settled as she thought ruefully, I have to remember to lay down a towel if I'm going to read Lush stories in here! *** Blackbeard growled, Strip! Princess Lynn, his prisoner, juices bathing her thighs, obeyed, while ogling the massive hardness ready to impale her. No fear. Only need. His shaft pressed against her heaving breasts, while fingers probed. Moaning her rapture, she was flung onto his bunk, wide-legged and open. His hardness ploughed through her wetness, feeding her longing, before his fierce, rapid thrusts lifted her to even greater lascivious levels. Growls and squeals mixed in shared delight Such a lusty Blackbeard, she sighed, breathlessly. Same tomorrow? No, tomorrow, I'm a caveman enslaving you from another tribe. Of wild women? Sounds good. *** Eyes locked. Our hands caress up and down each other's arms. Lips meet, tentative at first then more fervent. Lips part, tongues meet, sliding along each other, exploring deeper. Chests heave as breathing increases. Clothes fall to the floor. Goosebumps everywhere, eyes still locked. Fingers draw circles and lines from here to there. Nipples erect, cock hardening, pussy moist. My finger traces along your length. Your finger traces from my navel to my lips. I pull back your foreskin as you part my lips. Both our fingers are damp now. My fingers wrap around you, your's venture deeper. *** The very first time my girlfriend said the alphabet, she made it all the way toW'. Since then, she rarely makes it toM'. It's not her technique, although I have no complaints about that. There is just something so sexy about each letter that drives me crazy. For example, the other day we were having lunch in a new restaurant when she leaned over and started whispering it in my ear until I was a quivering mess. She loves doing just that! It's possible they might let us back in there someday, after a complete staff turnover! *** In a clearing we danced. An undulating tapestry of breasts and butts and cunts. Lost in a trance, we sweated and moaned under the searing eye of our arcane god. Whilst prone in the bushes, the butterfly collector coaxed his mushroom cock and captured our antic sport on a mobile phone. As his string of jizz splashed the grass, he coughed like a fox. Alerted, we split and swiftly traced his stink. Afterwards, in his memory, we edited the mobile footage into a documentary record of our day out. *** Shimmying up the tree, scrumping on my mind. Eve's scold scuppers my plucking fingers. My boyfriend skedaddles, I slide down to earth. Surprisingly the orchardist's daughter proffers ripe fruit, suggests I snag a bite. Masticating, juices seep down my throat. Sliding down her knickers, Eve's sex glistens in the sun. Boyfriends and apples banished from our minds. The knowledge tree's fruit such a seductive siren, forevermore my tongue will slide through scrumpy tasting snatches. She simpers sweetly, smearing my sultry face in scrumptious goo. I'm now her sweetheart, the apple of her eye. Heigh-ho, the derry-o, A-scrumping we will go. *** We took the secluded booth in my favorite burger joint. I notice the waiter looking down my top, nipples erect, and my chest now a crimson color. You notice this as well and smile. You whisper, naughty girl and lean in for a kiss. I adjust my shirt, pulling the neckline down, the top of my areolas just visible. I catch the waiter watching your hand rub and twist, your fingers emerging from my neckline, palming my breast. I whisper, now who's being naughty? I should have worn a skirt! Are you ready for dessert? the waiter asks. You smirk! *** Model's face, expensive breasts. Garter belt and silks. Pussy trimmed to perfection. Splayed on the hotel bed, pointing. All right whore, prove you're worth the money I paid! Eat my cunt! Don't remember, do you? That skinny tomboy you loved to torment back in high school? Called me a dyke's daydream. That's right! Suck my clit! Another finger, bitch! Harder! Deeper! All to hide your own queer. But I knew. Want that big black strapon! Fuck me, whore! A proper social diva now, but so easy to trap, servicing those smoldering secret desires. People are going to love the video. *** I want you, he demanded. Later babe. We're already running late. They can start the party without us. Get that sweet ass over here. Now! he barked, freeing his cock. She walked over and straddled him, moaning as his hard cock stretched and filled her pussy. Her diamond hard nipples, clearly visible through the sheer fabric of her dress, and her slick heat confirmed her arousal. Ride me, baby, he growled, gripping her hips. Fuck, she whimpered, bracing her hands on his knees, rocking her hips, losing herself in the rhythm. See? he smirked. I knew you wanted me too. *** I lie here restrained and blindfolded, a captive in his web. My purpose is to take his hard shaft in whatever hole he chooses, as often as he needs release. Ah, what a word. Release. It is a word reserved for the Master. I am not allowed such luxury. My frustration is my penance for being disobedient. He gave me several chances to behave, but I was sassy, as redheads tend to be. I'm to be punished but I have no idea by what method. Suddenly his hands are probing everywhere. Wait, how many hands does the Master have, anyway? *** After twenty dreary years of marriage I discovered a way to survive. Nervous at first in the chatroom, I almost lost hope, then Ocean whispered to me. She was lovely and she made me feel wanted in a way that I had never experienced before. So now, every evening I am in Ocean's arms as she does the wickedest things to me while hubbyworks. in his office. Last night, still sweet from my orgasm, I took hubby a beer. He snapped shut his laptop but I caught a glimpse of the row of kisses I had just sent Ocean. *** Writhing on the window, her back to the glittery city, the slender rocker's world is rocked by the woman between her legs. I'm flying, but I don't know where,. she'd confessed, over drinks. The album's about that.' Shit. A dream? Really? The comments will be— Instead, a whisper in her ear:I know.' Clawing, moaning. Her soul leaps. DING-dun. The seatbelt light. She rips the shutter open and— This is it. Home. She comes to, breathless. Their future's sealed with a kiss. But now? Pushing her lover on the bed, she has a lot of exploring to do. *** Her fingers traced the muscles on my chest. She let out a sigh as her finger grazed my nipple, making my body twitch. I knew what she had in mind and I could not get all the dirty thoughts out of my head. Her hand grabbed hold of my crotch and gently squeezed. She was the boss and she knew it. I would do anything she wanted, and she wanted it all. She had a hold over me and it wouldn't be long before we were both in the throes of passion. I was hers to use as she wished. *** I'll love you forever, he said, withdrawing from her mouth, still hard. She rose from her knees and sat on the bed. My one true love! Give me that beautiful cock. I need it. Now. His hand slid up her thigh, under the silky nightdress. The way you touch me! she gasped, opening her legs and lying back. He sank into her. Her legs coiled around his back, pulling him in deeper. She knew what he liked. She clenched. He grunted three times. She glanced at the clock. Time's up. Off you go. My next client's due in five. *** The lower stateroom reeked of sex. Jonas was asleep in the cramped bunk above her. She lay on her back, eyes closed, awake but just barely. Her unsatisfied pussy remained wet candy-apple fingernails toyed through the wanton mess. Kara didn't notice the boat shift as the beast's girth slid aboard. Several purple-spotted appendages snaked across the teak deck as if they recognized and sought her scent. Twitching tips inched below until they found her heady warmth. A scream would have woken Jonas, but oddly, intrigue stirred and stoked her arousal. The instant it penetrated, she came. And every time thereafter. *** Your fingers are feather-soft tracing patterns across my teenage chest. Your lips fleetingly brush mine and I open my eyes to gaze up at your face: dark brown eyes, aquiline nose, and those full cupid lips. I lick my lips as if tasting your kiss and your eyes shine. I know it's your first time, Colin but I think you're ready, you say, smiling while lightly twirling fingers among my pubic hairs. Am I right? My burgeoning erection automatically twitches and I nod and croak, Yes, as you swoop to suck my purple crown. Oh yes, Richard, I'm ready. *** I feel his fingers on my hand and a shiver passes through me. His hand moves over mine and slides off my fingertips to my thigh. A slight squeeze and he caresses to my knee and back to my thigh. His fingers gradually move inward with each stroke. His eyes seem to question if this is ok. I feel my eyes tell him that it is. I wonder if he can feel how nervous I am. If he keeps stroking like that he will feel how wet. He places his arm over my shoulder as we arrive at the hotel. *** The sign with your name shakes in my trembling hands. Your picture had your eyes blurred and with these darn masks, I doubt I will recognize you. My skin is electrified, goosebumps upon goosebumps. Nipples point through my bra and shirt. My mouth is dry but my lips are wet, I pray it does not show through my jeans. A man slows, looks my way then walks off. Crap is that you? Are you disappointed? He turns around, approaches and says my name. Shaking, I drop the sign. This damn Covid-19 prevents that long-awaited hug. *** She pushes open the bedroom door and sees her husband's head busy between the au pair's wide-spread thighs. The young girl is moaning loudly, her back arched above the rumpled sheets. His hands are squeezing her small breasts hard, making her big rust-red nipples pop out even farther. John! What the fuck do you think you're doing? He looks back over his shoulder, his mouth glistening with cunt. Just trying to give Juliet a little pleasure, honey, he mumbles sheepishly. I can see that, you greedy bastard! You know she's mine on Fridays! *** So Kimmi only pays once! Lets see about that, shall we? Standing there, made filthy with ice cream, churned by my hands. I tore her top in two, revealing the plumpness of my prize, my dirty bra less girl knew what she was doing. My cone rifles through her valley, my hips a swirling blur. Driving my need to quench my thirst, adding my own cream to the minx. My hands tugging on those enormous nipples, she gives me what I want. Spurting, her eyes are like fire. The next day a new flavour is promoted. Kimmi's Twins. *** Facing you, I grip the cone. I snag your eyes and lick the tip. My tongue lingers. I lap at the sides. My tongue unhurriedly drags bottom to top. You watch my lips close over one ball, leaving a drop on my nose. I leave it there. Cream cascades down my fingers, dripping onto my tits, running into my valley. I don't wipe it off. You spill your milk savoring my every taste. I see what is growing beneath and watch your naughty hand through the glass. I giggle when you flinch as teeth bite cone. Kimmi only pays once. *** The whoosh of the whip before it strikes her skin is exquisite. And the sound of the leather as it meets flesh makes his cock ache. The cry in her voice as she feels the sting makes him harder than any other type of foreplay. The way she purrs when he bends her over his knee makes his shaft twitch. Then the sound of his bare hand striking her crimson ass makes his balls tighten. And when her soft voice pleads, barely above a whisper, Ten, thank you, my Sir, may I have another? he knows he's about to explode. *** I lie here alone, anxious about today. Your words are in my head as my hand holds my breast. I try to imagine what your touch will feel like as I roll, pinch, and squeeze. Your voice in my head, even though I have never heard you speak. Fingers drag along my abdomen to where my hair starts. I pause, and with one finger, I part my lips. As your words tell me, I stroke over my button. The moisture emerges as I move lower toward my opening. One finger entering as the phone rings. Your flight is on time. *** I woke as you pulled down my blanket. The cold breeze from the fan hit my now exposed taut nipples. Trembling, anxiously waiting for your touch. Wanting to feel your hands on me. You stripped the blanket off, so you could see my sex. Out came your cock and you stroked it, staring at my body. Laying there, my legs open wide, you stroked faster, until I felt your cum all over me. Making me a sweet sticky mess. You covered me. You gave me one last look as you went back to bed with your wife, my best friend. *** My wife started talking in her sleep. At first, it scared me. Full coherent sentences piercing the predawn night. As I got used to it, the one-sided conversation began to intrigue me. In fact, there's one story she tells quite often of a girl she met at the university where she teaches. Pretty young thing, she mumbles. Intellect as beautiful as her body. Perky breasts, athletic legs and ass. Reminds me of when we were twenty. Oh, and she has the cutest quirk recites Thoreau while we fuck. Are you dreaming? I ask her, full curiosity brewing. She never answers. *** Pick me, pick me! Yea! A whole day luxuriating in her warm, snug nest! Wheee—down to the ankles we go! Must be pee-pee time. Lovely view! Oops—missed a few drips! No problem. I'm cotton—nice and absorbent! What's happening now? She's getting excited! Really humid here! Whose fingers are those? Whoa—that's huge! Where's he going with that? Ah, okay—don't mind me! Ahem—take your sticky time, why don't you. Flood alert! Careful—you're saturating me! You're taking me off now? Hey—do I look like a hanky? I'm dripping already! Really? The handbag? Again! Ah—howdy Butt Plug! Where have you been? Oh, yes. *** Pouring cereal, half-asleep, I hear grunting and smacking outside. She's kickboxing. Oh fuck. Berserk with adrenaline, pummelling the bag. I'm still sore from after her run. Finished, panting, she sees me. Uh-oh. She storms inside, throws me against the fridge and squats, slurping and moaning til I'm painfully-hard. Flies off, gasping. Stands, spins, hands on the counter, ass out.Fuck me.'We smack together wildly until, shuddering, she grinds out a demon of an orgasm. Sinks back to a squat. Wanks me furiously.Make me a shake? Yeah? Bellowing, I unload on her tongue. Shower,. she utters, before swallowing.Now.' *** You were right, Reverend, an affair, he says, flicking on the video. A blurry closeup sharpens, pulling back. She releases an engorged clitoris from her lips, her fingers driving hard into the hairless cunt flowing like a river, passion squirting out under the pounding. Your wife, obviously. Dear God. It pulls back further. A woman arches wildly above the bed, hands clutching the sheets. She cums again and again, eyes clenched, her mouth open in a scream that must have been heard a block away. Daughter, I believe? Oh, Christ! I'll be ruined! Quite likely. Now, shall we discuss payment? *** Even though my eyes were open, everything was dark. His strong arms held me down on the soft sheets. His hands wandered, exploring every inch of me. His mouth found my cock and his soft lips encased me, kissing and licking. Moving up and down and up. I tried to reach for him but was reminded of the handcuffs that restrained me. I surrendered myself to him. I could not move. I could not see. All that he left for me was the sensation of his kiss, his touch, his love. Feelings I would never let go again. *** So many 26ths, one, recalled in moonlit garden, with champagne, kisses, hot, then hotter. Fingers searching, finding. Clothing trailed from patio to stairs, we never reached bed. Another 26th, we danced until 2.00 am. In bed at last, I gasped, Sleep or love? Whichever comes first, Should a quickie be that good? July 26th is here, a sixty-second time, fingers trace dry labia. Optimist, she murmurs, reaching down, she sighs, You're firmer than expected. Want me to--- You've only got three seconds, I reply, with fake regret. Head to head, giggling like naughty schoolkids, we relive our most sensuous anniversaries. *** I woke up to a warm sensation on my cock. I saw red hair and beautiful green eyes bobbing up and down. You have been a very naughty boy. I realized I was tied to the bed with no means of escape. She was licking my cock and balls, bringing me close to orgasm then she stopped. Don't stop. Do you want to fuck me like the sluts in your stories? Yes, I do Then you better write one about how I fucked you! Then she climbed on my cock and rode me until I shot my load in her. *** Warmth spreads through me as I spoon against you, rubbing my wettening pussy against your bottom. Feel my fingers trailing down your tummy, index finger extended, slithering into your folds. Feel me cupping your mound, my finger circling the entrance to your pussy. Feel the flat of my palm pressed tightly against your clitoris Feel me caressing you, running my finger up and down your slit, teasing your nub, your breathing quickenng. Feel my lips at your neck, my tongue lapping at you like a kitten. Hear me whisper I love you as you shudder and quake in my arms. *** Whenever Sami's juices simmered and drizzled, her need couldn't be delayed. As usual, she'd call for well-endowed, reliable Jeff. Always willing. No commitment. Her occasional human vibrator, who plundered Sami's inner moisture with his rock-hard member, until she screamed her release. Always, hardness to softness, then over. Nothing changed. Until that night. What was different? His kisses, more passionate, had never continued after their juices mingled. Mouth devoured her breasts anew. Hearing his murmured. I love you, Sami, thrilled her into realising that such life-changing decisions needed time. Unless you already knew. Sami, sensuously sated, gave her ready response. *** Odd that the latest piece of gym equipment was located in the dusty basement odd too that there was such a long line of women waiting to use it. The claims on the posters were typically outlandish: Makes it easy to get started increasing muscle strength and improves circulation. The technical blurb claimed 50 speeds and 600 watts of power and an easy-to-use navigation system. You can manually adjust the intensity levels, depending on what experience you're looking for.'When it was my turn, I left the dusty dial pointing to the hand-written label indicatingThe Screaming Climax'. *** Their needs were too urgent to waste time undressing. Backed against the kitchen counter, she tugged aside her bikini panties and fingered her moist crevice while impatiently watching him remove his shorts. Then her eyes gleamed. Fuck, that's one gorgeous erection. Come on, stick it in me, quick. Her legs wrapped around his waist, he gripped her buttocks and they gasped at the magical moment of penetration. Immediately, frenetically, he pounded her glistening pussy as she clung to his neck, rocking and groaning. Oh fucking hell, she panted into his ear as they both came, my sister's a lucky cow. *** From my corner, my left hand restrains my right, keeping it from rubbing my stinging bottom. I feel his warm breath on my ear. Are you going to enter my office when you aren't supposed to and interrupt another very important conference call? Stuff your tit in my mouth so I can't finish my question to my client? Climb on my desk and pull my face down to your clit and trap it there with your thighs so I can't answer? Cum on my contracts? No, Sir. Are you going to be a good girl, Kimmi? Ummm. Spank! *** I'm sorry, Principal, I know we were supposed to be in senior study hall, but Janie wanted to snuggle. And? We started kissing and she got all worked up, you know, down there and asked if I wanted to watch. And? I was like sure and got real close. And? She looked so pretty like that, all pink and wet, smelling so yummy. And? I just couldn't stop myself from licking. And? She started moaning really loud and Mr. Foster found us. She looks up, seeing the beads of sweat above Ms. Jackson's parted lips. I took pictures. wanna see? *** What are you? Say it. I'm a cum dumpster daddy. Are you worth anything more? No daddy. That's right. That's all you'll ever be: A cum dumpster. Yes daddy. For big, fat cocks. He stood over her, furiously jacking his cock as she kneeled backing him. Her plump, round buttocks in full view. Her long auburn hair tucked over the shoulder leaving her slender, arched back exposed. Arrrrrrgghhhh! Multiple strings of rich, white semen spewed and showered her back, shoulders and ass. Running down into her crack and puckered asshole. She looked back with a wicked smirk. Thank you daddy. *** Dawn showed me around before introducing me to my new office neighbors, Pete and Sasha. They each greeted me before Pete had to leave. As I continued my conversation with Sasha, I saw that she was barefoot. I stared milli-seconds too long. Sasha noticed as I hardened. It's a weakness of mine. Sasha sensuously imparted, Go ahead, Dawn, I'll show him the rest. As Dawn departed, Sasha commanded, Lock the door! Get on your knees! I complied as she stripped. Suck my toes! she added as she began fingering herself. We both came as I dined on her little piggies. *** Lying there, he stared at those wifely curves. So sensual. So available. So asleep! His hardness ached. To wake her would earn him perfunctory attention. Not enough. So many, Had hard day, or Bad headache, lately, had him worrying. Did they need to talk? Saturday bedtime, she lay, naked. Asleep again? Suddenly fingers closed around his hardness, followed by hot lips. Her breasts were generously offered, moistened thighs welcomed his probing tongue, before mutual giving and receiving launched them into their special, deep, exclusive heaven. Lesson learned? Sex when instigated by the lady is one of God's greater gifts. *** Her: 5:48 from Edinburgh to London Kings Cross, overnight case, tired, smile on face and butterflies in the stomach. Excitement. Glowing realisation. Him: 6:48 from Truro to London Paddington, Sports bag of clothes, pensive expression, stares across the speeding countryside. Mind swirling. Hoping. The Waldorf Hotel: Arrival, check-in. Skips to room 308. Freshens up and dresses to please. An hour later, door opens, closes, bag discarded. The look, the smile. The rush of blood. Tongues clash passionately, hands grasp hair. Clothes discarded. Twirling, squeezing, searching, feeling, wanting. Falling on the bed, caressing, penetrating. Unstoppable sensual passion. Lustful fireworks. Ultimate silence. *** As I slid off the barstool I spread my legs, offering him a glimpse of my white panties. A smile curved my lips as he shifted, his arousal evident. Leaning over I whispered, Did you see that wet spot, baby? I want you so badly. Yank my panties to the side and slam your cock home with one deep stroke. Pound my soaked pussy until we both cum. Don't say anything, just pull out and walk away. Leave me panting, cum dripping down my thighs. Well fucked, ten minutes later I was back at the bar, on the prowl again. *** Jax, did you think of him while we were.? Sometimes. I've thought of Amber while I was masturbating. I haven't. Is this list of questions an attempt to hurt me, Kevin? I am trying to assess this situation. Does discussing the details of my emotional affair with Quigley get you aroused? My analysis distracts me from the pain of your betrayal, so I can deliver this sperm to your ovaries. Kevin, we don't have to-- You're ovulating. We'll get through this. We want another baby, and we want to stay together, correct? Correct. Then I'm about to cum inside you. *** All I wanted was a quiet drink after a very stressful day, but this annoying businessman couldn't seem to understand that concept. Then she walked into the hotel bar like she owned it and slipped around him. There you are. She stepped right up to me and shockingly kissed me. Come on, let's go up. She pulled me off the barstool without a backward glance at the bewildered asshole. In the elevator, Thank you for the rescue, but I'm straight. I'm Erin and who cares! Then she kissed me again, pinning me against the elevator wall. She's right—who cares! *** In towelled robe, Sandy left the bedroom, looking for her husband, Jack. Previous evening, he'd been out, with his pal Brian, who governed Jack's sobriety, as, feverishly, she'd waited, naked, knowing just one touch, and she'd explode. When fingers stroked her breasts, a turbulent session was fused. She'd slobbered hungrily on his hardness, while, as ever, his other hand groped her swampiness. Buttocks lifted, she squealed when that beloved shaft rampaged her saturated passage. Downstairs, Jack's red eyes peered from under a blanket, Sorry, couldn't get upstairs. Brian did everything. He's so good. Silently, Sandy smiled her agreement,So good.' *** The heavy thump, thump, thump as you climb the stairs betrays your presence. Damn, Paul, please don't wake Adie. I place my fingers to your lips as you come into view. Our daughter is sleeping. Your eyes lust for your wife in your favorite burgundy lace chemise. Lips meet and electrifying jolts surge through us, between us. Tongues twirl, search, taste, elicit. Hands wander. Desires run amok. Temperatures rise. A cry from the nursery. Damn, Paul, you woke Adie! Frustration ensues as you ask When will l. I place my fingers across your lips. When will we, I reply. *** Come fuck me eyes,. peered over the top of her glasses, looking him up and down appreciatively. Her gaze lingered on his crotch, and then flicked back up to his face. Her lips were painted slut red, her nails a matching shade of glossy garnet. She leaned forward, her deep cleavage starting to show through her tight shirt. Everyone else thought her meek and mild. But he knew the truth. His cock stiffened in his trousers. The corners of her mouth pulled up into a smile. Follow me, boss. She stood, her skirt riding up slightly, revealing her smooth thighs. *** Isaac Cogswell, a court jester for the king of Britannia. He had a secret love the only problem being he couldn't tell anyone about his undying love for the queen. Being sexually frustrated, with only his hand for comfort, he wrote love poems. In those poems, he professed his love and how he'd make love to her. He couldn't share them, but could he? Or even tell anyone about these poems? Each lonely night, he masturbated and cried out his love for the queen. If anyone discovered him, his poetry or his passion, the gallows was his fate. *** Silently, she entered the room and watched him slumber. Eyes snapping open, his adrenaline surged. What was this rapturous, heavenly creature with red eyes pupils dilated, expression seductive, and terrifying? Compelled, his manhood rose, as never before. Nostrils flaring, her desire raged as she smelled the life-force coursing through his veins. Snarling and tearing, she impaled herself on his iron hardness. Razor-sharp teeth grazed his neck. Crying out, he erupted, welcoming rapture, and doom. Heat flooded her mouth and cunt his blood pulsing as it flowed from his willing body. She growled until, fulfilled and satiated, he slumbered once more. *** There was no doubt in my mind her curves were perfect. She smelt delicious too as I breathed her in, kissing her breasts and nipples, making my way over her stomach one kiss at a time. As I reached her panty line, I noticed my breathing matched hers. I hooked my fingers into her panties. She lifted her hips and I slid them down slowly. I raised my head and watched that perfectly trimmed triangle of hair emerge from the black silk. We'd waited a long time but both knew it was going to be worth it. *** Sometimes you just have to know. Every morning she sips her cappuccino with a work colleague and wrinkles her nose as she laughs at something inconsequential. I have to know. We make eye contact with enough of a hint of a smile crossing our faces while my mind strangely imagines her walking down the aisle in nothing but a veil that barely hides her beautiful backside. I whisper something. She takes my hand and we find a room. I watch as she touches herself for me. She cums, and yes, her nose wrinkles as she does. I had to know. *** I hated my mother's new implants because they made her tits bigger while mine stayed flat. But then I thought I could use this situation to my advantage. I invited my classmate over for tutoring while my mother was sunbathing by the pool. Two things became clear, he was totally distracted and he had a boner. My plan was definitely working up to this point. I reached into his pants and started stroking while I went on with the lesson. My mother heard him groan and came rushing in. It's okay, Susan, I will take over from here, she said. *** Bare breasts caressed by the sea breeze drifting in from the balcony, she clenches silky sheets as he laps her clit, each electrifying touch hitching her moans to higher and higher notes. The torrent inside her snatches her breath. Her hips leave the bed and, with a silent scream, she bucks and writhes with ecstasy. Clamped on her mound, he offers no respite, his wet, frenzied lapping the beating wings that carry her to heaven. She comes to, sunken in silk. Breathes with the ocean. He glides along her body, pecks her lips. . and then drifts back down. *** The music played and it was from another time. She slow danced with me once to the song and it still takes us back to that place where we were so young and ravenous, full of fury and light. Her vibrant eyes almost melt in the moonglow and melodies now. Arms around hips, limbs sway in perfect concert. We pulse in the unique way music does, contrasts of soft and hard that belong together. The song is almost over and she grips me below, the place where all desire becomes learned motion and memorized notes. Her body will soon sing. *** I was driving home on I-79N. I stopped at a rest stop to grab a drink and noticed a couple fighting. The woman was really upset and turned furious when he got in the car and left. Seems her boyfriend cheated on her and she wanted to get back. I suggested a revenge fuck and she immediately agreed. I had her on the hood of my car fucking her fast and hard until we came. I saw her boyfriend pulling back in. I kissed her and thanked her for the great fuck and left. She's not my problem anymore. *** Aroused, she parted her legs in invitation. Moisture clung to her pubic mound like morning dew. He spread her petals, exposing her moist slit, feasting his eyes on her sticky, pink flesh. She thrust her hips towards him, desperate to feel his devilish tongue work its magic. He retreated impishly, teasing her with his smile. She pouted, whimpering with puppy-dog eyes. Relenting, his tongue danced between her folds, tasting her nectar, sucking her hidden bud. She gasped and moaned, her delight turning to ecstasy. Wantonly, his tongue brushed her puckered, forbidden entrance. She shuddered, her cum flooding his hungry face. *** The bass was pulsating. My head was pounding. Strobe lights were making me blink. But the bulge of the stranger's erection pressed against my bouncing buttocks was sooo good! My brother, protector, was out smoking. My girlfriends off by the bar. My cuck boyfriend was in the washroom. The stranger's face was in my hair. His lips were on my ear. Naughty hands were on my hips, my back, my navel, my titties, yikes! His fingers slipped into my leggings. Craaawling into my panties. And dipped into my Ooh! But, darn, a sudden punch sent him crashing to the floor. *** So you aren't angry? Of course not. But, Mom, she's your best friend? And now she's your lover. I thought you'd be angry? Why would I be? Well, we kinda hid it from you? Not very well. You two are pretty noisy. Now Sharon might be annoyed. Why would Sharon get mad? Well, she's your best friend and you've left her out. Sharon wouldn't be . Honey, Sharon has been interested in you for a long time. Don't worry, I'm taking good care of her. You and Sharon? Untwist your knickers, young lady, you have no right to get angry. *** No, tiny piccolo. My hands crave holding something bigger. Keyboard? Now, my lips pout. Not the drums either, I fuss. Hear me! My mouth feels left out! So, he chooses this instrument to place in my face. My tongue wets the mouthpiece, lips purse round the hole. Eager hands join in, grasping and sliding. My, how this instrument extends! Deep tones sound, when mouth and hands find their rhythm. Moans grow to a crescendo of high notes, signaling the instrument reaches its climax. With practice, many talents I hone, please allow me to play your rusty trombone. *** I lie down on my back with my legs spread open as fingers rub shaving cream onto my mound in sensual circles. The steel blade glides across my skin, leaving a smooth patch in its wake. Another swipe of the blade along the edge of my labia causes my clit to throb. Erotic strokes are repeated until my pussy is bald and ready. You blindfold me and open the door, inviting others in. She's ready for use, you tell our guests. All parts of me are used and invaded as you whisper in my ear, You're such a good girl. *** The door slammed open and there stood Mom, the look on her face indecipherable. I was naked, as was Eva. She was curled around on her back with her hips resting in my lap and her legs splayed open with her feet by her head. My fingers were wet and there was a thin line of spit hanging off of my lip. Just a moment ago I felt like I owned the world! I froze at my mother's entrance. Mom, it's not what you think! Mom paused, taking in the scene when she finally replied, It's about fucking time! *** That felt wonderful, Janie. I've never enjoyed a girl who knew my body, my desire, so well. You always taste so yummy. I dream about pleasuring you. That's very sweet, darling. Now, have you been trying to make friends with other girls? I want to, but I get so nervous, so afraid. Janie, you'll be off to college soon. You need to believe in yourself, like I do. Will you try? I promise, Sister Clarissa. Very good, my love. Now it's time to get up. I have a meeting with Mother Superior and she gets very testy when I'm late. *** On the sleek couch, Gretel stared at Monty eating his tiramisu, the cocoa powder dusting his pink lips. She had a sudden desire to lick the chocolate off her friend's mouth. Monty was flattered by her gaze. Do you want some? Yes, Gretel wanted some. He held out a morsel on his fork. She opened wide. He inserted. She swallowed. He eyed the mascarpone splotch on her cheek. She felt her warm cavern start to cream. Monty leaned in with a napkin. You have something right. Where? Gretel's hungry lips approached his. Monty's thighs shifted, revealing his growing bulge. Here. *** The beach was teeming with people on a sultry afternoon. He walked carefully through the crowd of sunbathers back to the beach towel where she laid on her tummy. Her sun-kissed hair danced in the breeze instead of being tucked away in her usual clip. He took an ice cube from his drink and traced it along the line of her blue thong bikini between her sexy ass cheeks. It melted almost instantly on her skin, hot from the sun. She moaned and lifted her head to smile at him. Instead, recognition came too late for them both. Wrong towel! *** About the other night. What about it? Thought is was pretty great. I can't. do that. again. Why? You don't like me now? It wasn't good for you? No! I really liked it when. you know. I ate your cunt? Please. And you ate mine? Okay, yes! Alright? But I'm fucking getting married in a month! So? He'd murder me if he found out! Or his family. Or mine. You know I can keep a secret. No! It's over! Done! I shrug, pack up my laptop, grab my coffee and head out, wondering if I should have mentioned the video. *** She kissed me again, her face wet with my juices. It started in the elevator, she was looking at me and I at her. She was on her way to the hotel pool and her bathing suit left little to the imagination, especially after she untied the towel from around her waist. She heard my quick inhale of breath and smiled. She slowly came closer and just stood right next to me. Her presence was as intoxicating as her scent. She followed me to my room without a single word. I cannot believe we don't even know each other's names. *** In a dark corner of the club, she caresses the young girl's soft, pale cheek. My, my, you're so very pretty, she whispers in her ear. Abruptly, her body is turned and pinned to the wall by a hand resting at her throat. Her eyes bulge in recognition. Miss Kathryn! Forgive me! I didn't know! she chokes out. And now you do, Kathryn murmurs honey-voiced, her eyes scorching the blanched white face. Down on your knees, naughty child, and ready your mouth, she commands, lifting her skirt and spreading her long legs. So you'll remember. *** My cellular chirped, notifying a text message had arrived. Hello sexy, how are you feeling this morning? My ass is sore, but for the rest, pretty fucking fantastic. I'm glad we finally tried it last night. Shit, I didn't hurt you did I, Baby? Yes, at first, but the longer we kept going, the better things got. In fact, I've never had such an amazing orgasm like that before it was fantastic. So you're up for it again? You bet, I've never enjoyed myself so much. Who knows, I might even let the wife peg me one day. *** We lay gazing into each other's eyes. Should we take our panties off? I asked, and she agreed. We shifted on leg behind the other, and put our fingers into each otherspussies and began fingering, first slowly, then quickly. We kept gazing at each other, except when we closed our eyes in pleasure, and moaned softly. We eagerly stroked each other's musty softness unclear about who would cum first. Finally, she asked, Are you about to cum? I nodded and gasped and groaned through a crashing orgasm. As I caught my breath we shared a deep, loving kiss. *** A college-aged woman licking an ice-cream cone letting the liquefied portion drip over her lapping tongue. Jesus. Young women recording their flapping and clapping buttocks twerking in yoga-pants. Oh Boy. A brunette walking towards me with her low-cut blouse and jostling, milky tits plotting their escape. Lord help me. I rush home, turn on my T.V in time for the news. No problem right? The fucking newscaster has pouty, glossy lips, a husky voice and a gaping mouth. I unzip my pants, slide them down, and then shrug. Fuck it might as well. *** One fateful day all those years ago, if not for some misfortune of being struck by a stray cricket, I may never have had the honour to come across the love of my life. Despite the stars, you checked for any permanent damage. Despite me being a little groggy, we agreed to a date. It came and went swimmingly. Like lovestruck lovebirds, we couldn't keep our eyes off one another. With passion so evident, the moment we kissed, I knew you were the one. I offered to walk you home we arrived at your door, and you invited me in. *** My two favoured whores arrived, dressed to please. Exquisite lingerie draped over their form. Tits like cushions topped with stiff nipples ready to be suckled and smother in return. Watching them play, preparing each other for not just for my pleasure, but their own as well. Their scent filling the room, essence dripping. Rutting and fucking with strap on and cock, no holes barred. Tail plug shared. Breath catching songs peppered the night. The only sounds made were those that brought pleasure. Sounds of sin, leather on skin Was it a dream? I don't know, but it was my birthday! *** My fingertips dance on what tingles as I watch her bountiful ass play peekaboo in the rise and fall of the water. I envy the ocean lapping between her legs, issuing frothy kisses. Her nipples pop out torturing my tongue. I want her. I am told to want a him. Distracting my lustful eyes, a bottle washes up beside me with a message to my heart. I smile. Untying my bikini, I walk naked, proudly facing the waves to reach her. I see you got the message, she whispers, nibbling my lobe, sliding fingers inside me. *** Visiting my old college roommate was always a lot of fun. As usual, I stayed in her guest room for several days. Tonight, when I opened the door, laying on the bed was the most heart-stoppingly beautiful girl. She was clad in a pink bra and matching panties and she simply looked at me with a sexy little smile. I closed the door quickly behind me and tightened my thighs feeling a rush of warmth tempered with honest and sincere concern. Holly, You need to go, your mother will kill me if she catches you here. Don't worry, she knows! *** He told me his girlfriend gave the best blowjobs. I knew he was wrong, slipping on a sexy black lace chemise, some fishnet stockings, and a pair of thigh-high boots. Dusk approached, sneaking into his room and slowly lifting the duvet to reveal his delicious smooth cock, lowering my lips over his head, my tongue sucking lovingly. Eyes open, he looked down excitedly, his hard cock pulsating aginst my tongue as he groaned orgasmically. I'm going to come, he moaned, filling my mouth. Swallowing every drop, I lifted my head licking my lips, I told you sissies do it best! *** With the pan seat pushed back on the vintage tractor. With my girlfriend sat on my lap, she bounced with each bump we hit. She was rather cheeky and hadn't worn any panties, and I could tell. With the moisture that seeped through, my cock hardened from a few naughty thoughts. She noticed and glanced back, giving a slutty look as she bit her lower lip. Her hand slipped between her legs and undid my flies she guided my cock into her pussy. She bounced, whenever we hit a rut. *** Monitor's just unplugged, ma'am. It flicks on showing a paused video. Don't look! Know this, so hot! She hits play and the girl resumes licking an engorged clitoris to a sound track of loud moaning. Carla Jones gasps as fingers touch her plump leg under her skirt. I've. never. Think about it a lot though, don't you? sliding her hand up, finding her cunt naked, open and wet. So what will it be next time, Mrs. Jones? she wonders. She starts her car and flicks open the note. Friday morning -- college girl needs a room Ah, love that one. *** The pumpkin is carved and perched upon the step. The porch light glows. He doesn't see me, but I'll change that. A few ingredients, some magic words, and the deed is done. He swiftly pounds upon my door. His eyes are hot and breathing heavy. He reminds me of wildfire. Clothing discarded before he pushes me against the wall. He pierces my depths, reaching my core. Bodies collide in a flurry of groping hands and trembling legs. Our desires are quenched. He looks at me with sober eyes. Again, he proclaims. *** Her young carvers peacefully abed, Marnie sheepishly fingered the tailings of guts. She hesitated, then timidly disrobed. Her daring nakedness emboldened her. Scooping gooey handfuls, Marnie brazenly smeared her breasts. She tenderly squished, as her delicate thimbles armored against the cold texture. A slithering palm skied downward, spitting white seeds and sinews of innards. Moist, dangling strands became a lover's will, spreading her tremoring legs. The well-oiled gates beckoned, warmly receiving rare visitors. With feral emotion, she unabashedly pistoned her flesh, enticing, then milking, tattletale shivers. Resting her mindless, soaken forehead on a pumpkin, Marnie wailed in a clenched scream! *** Amanda went over to Richard's house and saw a pumpkin on the front porch that lit up and said, Please do come in! We're all dying to see you! After that pumpkin laughed, the front door opened, and Richard's wife, Laurette, smiled at Amanda and said, Well? You heard the pumpkin. Don't be shy. But once inside, Amanda was led by Laurette to one bedroom where they saw Richard thrusting his cock deep into the pussy of Amanda's sister, Joyce, who looked like she was about to let his cum gun shoot a load into her honey pot. *** Desiring a dramatic switch-up, I dyed my platinum locks black. Gazing at the ghastly gray-green result, tears flowed. Sir, trying to comfort me, joked, Well, no need for a wig at the costume party! Sobbing, I retorted, I'm the spitting image of a witch! With a mischievous grin, Sir responded, If you were a witch, fairytales would be obsolete. Every prince would be too consumed with ravishing your tempting body to even glance at those innocent princesses. I bit my lip, fidgeting beneath my prince's sultry gaze. His plans for after the party were undeniably sinfully wicked—I couldn't wait. *** The haunted house itself wasn't anything spectacular, but Harold was there every night it was open. He had discovered the secret, you see. The pumpkin. A jack-o-lantern coming off the wall with a wide, grinning mouth. All Harold had to do was stick his cock into the mouth and enjoy the best blowjob of his life. It could have been anyone, but he didn't care so long as they kept sucking. Some nights, the technique was fast and sloppy others slow and measured. Different mouths? Who cares? Harold came and went. But he would be back tomorrow night. *** After my husband died, I thought I'd never find love again. I did eventually–from his brother. Our shared grief turned into mutual comfort, fondness. then. lust. The sex fills me with shame, but I can't stop. Yesterday evening, I had to sit on his lap during a hayride, and he. toyed with me. Even with family nearby. I'm afraid my sixteen-year-old might have seen. What was Uncle Dave doing with his hand yesterday? Vanessa asks, innocently. He was just messing with my Pumpkin. I point to the jack-o'-lantern, embarrassed. Pumpkin? she muses. That's a unique name for your cunt. *** Visiting distant family in rural Rivière-du-Loup, we were given the room with the squeaky bed. In search of some satisfaction, we trekked out to a field of tall grasses and were well on our way to thoroughly exploring each other with hands and mouths and fingers and tongues in a deliciously deliberate manner. But bugs enjoy salty skin. We lived in a state of anticipation until we escaped to our room that night. Squeaky bed be damned! we thought. Yet discretion motivated us to keep movement smooth and slow, to swallow moans and gasps, sharpening pleasure to a wet, explosive finish. *** Fist bump, bag of pinks, access given. I'm in. I've followed her tour state by state, soul given in cunt-lust adoration. I brave the piss-scent hall and open the greenroom door. Under flickering lights, a neon-haired merkin is having a beginner's try between fishnet thighs. With charity, I send the little kitten goodbye. Standing in, my new thunderbolt tats and veiny black strappy beguile. First thrust, my creds are settled. Her nails dig in and I bang pussy with abandon. A Jack bottle arcs and shatters, chorus to her cum. I look down, triumphant. She's already asleep. Maybe next time? *** She scratched my back with her long sexy nails that she had painted black. It really hadn't sunk-in What she wanted to do with that pumpkin. Did I mention my wife's a witch? Not a bitch, a real-life witch. I cheated on her last year When she found out she said, You will pay my dear. A year went by, and I figured, I had nothing to fear, the coast was clear! Never once thought she would shove a pumpkin.in my rear. *** I open the eye not cum-glued shut and scream, spying the flesh-filled ghost. What the. Flashbacks hit me. Bourbon. Barbie's bountiful breasts. Bourbon. Costumed cocksuckers. The ghost floats higher as delicious details materialize. My duplicated vampire costume had enabled my masked cheating at the hotel's ball. Still fuzzy, but. witches! Three in our hotel room with nipples pointed at me. Pussies flooded my face. Siphoned cock. Wrecked ass. Fingernails ripped sheets and— The door opens, interrupting my recollections. It's my wife! Here you are— My cum-sticky, handcuffed, spread-eagle nakedness reveals all and as her fangs descend the lil. ghost quivers. *** Trick or treat at my door, so hot in his Superman costume. Glowing from the flicker in my flame-lit pumpkins, his muscles and good looks, his cock perfectly outlined in the red and blue spandex. My knees grow weak staring up into his eyes, my juices starting to flow as my clit swells. So desperately I want to reach into his costume and extract that massive member. I feel a tiny orgasm nearing. With his daughters in hand, Say thank you to the nice lady, as they turn down my walk heading to the next house on the street. *** People gawped from their porches and lawns that morning at the pumpkin-headed lass that sauntered in topless, bare-assed triumph. The schlong wielders from the previous night absconded with her naughty nurse costume but left her mobile and a thank you note. How sweet. The giant, bottomless pumpkin at least covered her giggly visage. Being an unscheduled cum dumpster at the Halloween party proved a better plot twist than that one Brian Singer flick. More distracting than the crusty reminders along her inner thighs, however, was her menstrual app's alert of her ovulation's commencement. Fuck! *** The guys came in from outside, Zach carrying a box in front of him. My coworkers, being immature clowns, I should have suspected something, but no. Rayne, you gotta see this snake we found! What kind is it? We're hoping you'll know, biology major. I'd studied herpetology, so I knew I would. He carefully opened the box, and I peered in. Of course, duh! Zach's cock, hard and huge, which is why he'd been chosen! They expected shock, but I grabbed it and started stroking. Twenty seconds later, he creamed the inside of the box. Premature Spitting Cobra, I said. *** Mikey was knackered and dozed off after dinner. He didn't notice Eunice's new haircut and the purple lingerie that she bought. She had been excitedly horny since morning, only to be disappointed. After cleaning, she went to bed and pleasured herself while her husband slept like a bear. Two hours passed she was only edging. Out of resentment and perturbed by his loud snores, she straddled him, sitting on his face, grinding her moist petals over his mouth, and wetting his beard. The vibrations from his snores brought Eunice to a new discovery of ultimate ecstasy he would never know. *** Trick or treat? It was my hunky neighbour at the door, holding a large orange pumpkin. I frowned. Sorry, I've got nothing. It'll have to be a trick. How about this? He lifted the lid of the pumpkin, revealing his rock-hard cock sticking through a hole in the back. Soon it was down my throat, filling my mouth with spurt after spurt of warm creamy jism. I licked my lips. Now that's what I call a tasty treat! Come in, and I'll show you another trick. Soon I'd made his cock disappear inside my pussy. It was magic. *** In his hands, the simple length of fabric transformed. As he looped it around my neck and tied a loose knot I became centered, grounded, reminded of my place. Kneeling in perfect Nadu, the noise of the world faded and I focused on him. Every nerve ending charged, anticipation coursed through my veins. Pleasure yourself, but no cumming without permission. Understand? Yes, Sir, I teased my nipples into hard peaks. Parting my swollen lips, I rubbed circles on my clit and wantonly worked two fingers in and out, urgent need growing. Whimpering, I begged, Please. Cum, now. Thank you Master. *** What are you looking for? she asked him coyly. He was incredibly handsome, with boy next door looks, and she had a sudden desire to rid him of his sweet and wholesome image. It's my first time, he said shyly. And you want me to be your first? she teased. He blushed, I like big tits. Then I'm your girl, she whispered in his ear as she led him to the back room. Moments later as she felt his strong hands around her throat as his cock slid into her mouth, he said, It's my first time with a redhead. *** Why do I love doggy style so much? This is your first time in how long, Jax? Eight years! You're not wandering in the desert anymore, mon amour. Kevin. You're getting biblical on me? And French. You like that? Yesss. You like taking this D in your P? Why are you making me laugh? It's easier to make you cum when you're amused. You know what else makes me cum? You're not going to get embarrassed? I will, Kevin, but do it anyway. I love you, Jax. Oh yeah. More than I can imagine. Don't stop. You're the best. Cumming! *** She was a hoochie coochie dancer, I was a mere glass collector. Sure, she had flirted with me before. But asking me to adjust her brassiere was a step up and totally against the rules. Now my hand was quivering as she pressed my palm between her decolletage. The flesh of her breasts were so soft. I felt a tingle of pleasure as she turned and traced her fingers up the lining of my skirt. Where would.could this lead? Her own hand was now past my stocking top, my gusset moist from my excitement. I leaned forwards. our lips touched. *** Remember when we were younger, and we'd drive up north for Independence Day? We'd rent that little cabin on the lake and spend the days being too hot and swatting flies, and evenings cuddling by the campfire. We'd spend the nights in bed exploring each other's bodies, igniting passion. The heightened arousal of trying to be quiet with the windows open in the summer heat helped us discover that panties in my mouth helped muffle the screams. The Saturday night fireworks provided a handy cover with the booms, oohs, and ahs as we created our own explosions under the blanket. *** The honeyed one speaks, dripping nectar with every syllable, oozing sweet seductive nothings which captivate me according to her every whim. The puckered one – perhaps no bitch, but certainly too often unkempt and neglected – blows a jealous indignant raspberry. Determined to reconcile the warring sisters, I respond stiffly to their respective summonses, letting each in turn welcome me warmly in. See, you are both beloved! I reassure them in fulsome alternation. But hark, an interloper! What about moi? she cries from above, her lower lip pouting, her eager tongue moist, irresistible. This could be a long night. *** The full moon lights her sneaking way, naked beneath her robe. She creeps along the creek edge, while the bullfrogs serenade for lovers. Jinnie? I'm here, she whispers from under the bridge. Their lovemaking is fierce, hunger fired, till they lay panting, holding each others body tight. Want you with me so, beside me, always! Know can't never be. Somebody sees me just touch you, whippin'. Lovin'you this way? Worse. Send you away, too, touched in the head. Praise our Maker we have our time. Then I'll be with you in darkness and curse the light of day forever. *** Two ears left between us, first harvest sweet, drizzled with butter. You take one, me the other, eye to eye. You arch a brow and drag the tip between your breasts and down, dangling it just above your cuny, waiting. I mimic you and hold. The ridges of kernels bump across your clit, slipping between your lips, pressing at your openness. Mine is soon there, too, twitching. Who will dare? Who will be the first? Our moan is simultaneous, long and deep. You reach out, offering yours, as mine goes out to you. And so we eat, eye to eye. *** The damned and feared puckered bitch, her silky soft darkness. Where oft it was said, That the sun don't shine. In a world where puckered holes matter, please ditch the bitch tag, she should no longer live in shame, yet, revel in glory. Let me take you by the hand and lead you along different paths, where new pleasures well up within. The lube applied, my finger presses, your ring awakens. Gently massaged, she moves aside, yet grasps me tight. Caressing your sweet sweet pucker round and round, deeper and deeper she responds and welcomes me home. Your temperature's fine. *** I've been walking for hours, the scene looping, looping, looping in my head. How could you have said those things? Heartless! Spiteful! Vindictive! Deceitful! Cruel! I open the bedroom door to darkness. Can you ever forgive me? Of course, you whisper back, I love you, you silly fool. I am naked by the time I reach the bed, aching for your touch. Our sex is soft and rough, gentle and fierce, going on and on and on. In the morning we rise, dress, and leave together, you to your husband and me to mine. *** What's it like to be drunk under the table? Doesn't really matter how you got there. Card game or brawl, all the same, you are there! I am here to tell you, wide awake, that there is a tremendous upside, that is, upskirt! I can see, even in the darkened light, her garters and well past. I can see. Wait, she's not wearing underwear! Now what. A furry mound around one mouth while the other speaks truth above! I know you are down there, she said, Do you want to taste me? *** What you staring at, bitch? Got something against big black girls? I look up at the young woman who had been sitting a few tables away. She glares down, arms crossed below formidable breasts threatening to burst her BLM tee. Admiring your tat, pointing at the ouroboros in red on her bicep, and actually, I quite prefer black girls. Prefer? What's that mean? You some kinda lez? All my life. Want me to fuck you till you can't walk to prove it? Her eyes narrow as she stares, then flick to her phone. Got class at two --nough time? *** I bet she was gorgeous. Who? The woman you're thinking about. How do you know it was a woman? I don't, I'm just hoping. She turned her head and smiled at me. Seeing her looking at the sunset was wonderful, but her smile touched me. She is long out of my life, the sunset made me think of her, that's all. Good memories? Wonderful ones! I snuggled up behind her, pressing my body to hers. She didn't object. She must have been phenomenal. She was, but we all grow up eventually. I kissed her neck. Never that much, my love!' *** Too small. Next! Too. wait, what is that? Oh honey, my lips are sealed, move along. Next! Above are the ramblings of a discriminating pussy - prejudice cunt! Not me, though. I accept all shapes (even the bent one), sizes, and colors. See my lips drooling? I offer you a warm, cozy home, honey. My walls embrace you without judgment. I weep joyful tears as you explore inside me. See how welcoming I am, opening up to you, snuggling your precious cock. I shower you with love. So, please don't cheat on me with the puckered bitch below. *** I saw her in the Botanical Gardens arrayed in a pink calf length sundress. Her wide brimmed hat protected her pale complexion from the sun. She knew where she was going, albeit at a leisurely pace, through the rhododendrons that created walls of magical hues of reds and pinks. Carved into the wall was a hollow, and in the hollow, a bench where she paused to take her seat Caressing her core with deft fingers, her prayerful song rose to meet the song of the birds Her regular pilgrimage to the seat in memory of her dear departed husband. *** Shit, shit, shit! I slid out of bed, threw my clothes on, and dashed out the door. As the bus lumbered along, I had flashbacks of the night before. Drinking several shots of Jameson. Dancing that led to passionate kisses. Torn panties, his cock impaling my pussy, my legs wrapped around him, riding his cock until we both exploded in an orgasm. Stumbling back to his place, fucking again, this time him taking me from behind. Falling asleep in his arms. Now, kicking myself in the light of day. Idiot! Why does whiskey always lead to bad decisions? *** You know what they say about gymnasts in the bedroom. I balance the perfect handstand on his chair while inhaling his cock and offering him a birdseye view of my stunning cunt - the cunt that entices and manipulates. As my pussy inhales his prick, his mind fogs. We fuck in a myriad of positions like with my ankles hooked behind my ears. Again and again we fuck until his ethics squirt out with his cum. The next day I stumble slightly on my landing, but it doesn't matter. This judge's eyes won't see anything except my juicy cunt. *** I watched her, first from a distance, then as I got bolder, I came closer. Now I openly stood watching her tumbling routine, flick flacks, somersaults hand springs. All I saw was her cunning stunt. She stood before me, on display nipples pushing against the fabric, a damp camel toe, betraying her want. My own ripped body throbbing, our wants on display. Passions exploded as we kissed. Her taut, lithe, graceful body became a riot of lust. My muscles built for power, for once, took second place, as my little prick finally became a man. *** It was getting harder and harder to not give in to him. He was becoming more insistent about sex, but neither of them had any birth control. She was scared about pregnancy, but she was also afraid of losing him to some slut. It came to a head last night and she had to use the most potent pregnancy prevention tool ever invented. She hadn't wanted to use it, but he left her little choice. When he dropped his boxers, she took that ultimate step. She pointed and laughed at it. It shrank and she knew she was safe. *** Let's switch positions, Gina sighed, as her husband Kyle and their friend Scooter slurped Gina's pussy to a third orgasm. Where do you want us? Kyle asked, his lips in her bush. Gina sat up. Kyle, keep licking. She grabbed one of the wrapped condoms from a backpack on the forest floor and tossed it to Scooter. You, lie down so I can sit on your cock. Sheathing his sword, Scooter moved into position. Tits bouncing, Gina rose, then sank, with Kyle's tongue lodged in her slit. How does Scooter's dick taste? Kyle sucked Scooter's sack. Saltier than his balls. *** Fuck me? 8:00 pm tonight underneath the bleachers His hand adjusts his cock after he reads the note stuffed in his locker. He looks around. Confused. Curious. He doesn't see me . no one ever does. 8:00 pm. As I wait, fear creeps in. Am I ready to fuck? Will it change anything? You? he says, mouth gaping. Do you know me? Of course, but you're so quiet. So, do you wanna fuck? I anxiously whisper. Awkward silence. No. I wanna kiss you instead. Someone finally sees me. Smiling, I feel a boy's lips on mine for the first time. *** Come on. Where is it? She frowned and scrolled endlessly Typing new search terms to no avail. The video that alleviated her tension last night was fading out of memory. Why didn't I bookmark it? her voice cracked and life drained from her fingers. But wait! The thumbnail of a fat, black veiny cock cramming a petite, blonde whore's throat caught her eye. Her fingers slipped into her dampening panties and curled inward while she clicked the video with the other hand. Sucking, gagging and the cock-owner's degrading speech filtered into her ears. There it is. *** Gonna shoot at the park today, Kis? Yep Meet me at that little creek you like. Ah, okay. 8:30? Then. I was early, but she was earlier. I found her behind some tangled bushes, naked on a blanket, leaning against a big tree. She's humming, stirring a finger tip in the streak of dark red hair above her cunny. Good. You found me, she says, all doe-eyed and smiling sweetly. Damn! You look delicious, Mon, always do. Hoping you'd think so. .but what the hell? Need some pics for my new story, Randy While Walking. Care to help me out? *** The moment you answered the door I knew that I was in for a good evening. I had brought flowers from my garden and a bottle of cold white wine. I wore a raffish cotton scarf and my casual blue blazer. I had trimmed my new beard closely. You were wearing my favourite navy blue silk robe. Your full breasts and hard nipples were hardly constrained by it. I also caught a glimpse of your tiny orange knickers. This was a good sign, you only wore them when you had shaved. I leant forward and kissed your lips. *** I hold back and by the time I come out of the ladies room, she is sitting amongst her friends across the room, laughing. My server comes over and hands me a small pink envelope. The lady in the white dress, she says, nodding in her direction. I open it, slip the cash into my purse, and open the folded note. Antonio's / Saturday / 8:30 I catch her eye and dip a quick nod. I can still taste the rich, mature essence of her on my lips, as I walk to the bar for a glass of moscato. *** Are you okay? Shari stopped at a student who was leaning against the wall. Yea, I think so. Shari followed her, thinking the girl was about the fall. They went into the loo. The girl sat without shutting the stall door. She shuddered. Are you cumming? Shari asked because that's what it looked like. My girlfriend forgot to tell me the vibe had a remote. She's been teasing me all day. Shari smiled, Go ahead and jill one out. I'll keep watch! Thanks, I owe you. Oh, I'm sure we can think of something! Shari said with a sexy grin. *** That's it for today, class. Chapter seven next week. There are some difficult concepts, so read it carefully, she admonishes, tidying up her notes at the lectern, as the students begin leaving. When she hears the last door click shut, she looks up at the young woman sitting in the middle of the half-lit lecture hall, shifting in her seat, face flushed, hands clutching at the chair arms. You did well today, Rebecca, she concedes, flicking the vibrator remote from low to high. You may cum now. *** I am glad I made the effort. The lockdown meant the restaurants were all closed so I invited you round and said I would cook for you. I cooked fish and made my own parsley and white wine sauce. I served gin first and then chilled a bottle of Sancerre. I put on a white shirt and a blue blazer. The music was good. Our conversation was flirty and suggestive as we enjoyed our meal. Looking down at your red hair I saw my cock in your mouth. A good night ahead of us. I'm glad I made the effort. *** A I had seen a woman in a stockade once as a child in the town. This was different. Stripped, her dress hiked up past her sex, presented for his blows. She shook, she screamed, my feline form unnoticed in the room filled with people. I knew that she might have been safe had she simply spoken one word. She didn't. Each strike of the whip brought her to the cusp of climax and then back down again with the next blow, until she begged, not really asking, not really wanting, surrendering her sex to him in this act of submission. *** No, she says, feigning indifference. You don't know what you're missing. She can't help but watch this arrogant, albeit handsome, man walk into the back room. She follows and sees the dark-haired beauty knot her hair in a ponytail before she kneels and sucks his cock. He forces himself further down her throat. Her head bobs up and down in his lap now. faster . faster . til he growls. See what you are missing, he mouths to her. Her tongue betrays and slides across her lips as she thumbs her hard nipples under the cover of crossed arms. *** I need you to stay, and the urge to beg you to stop getting dressed swells to a lump in my throat. Alas, my cowardice quells my protestations. Feebly, unconvincingly, I mirror the consolatory smile you shoot over your shoulder. My nakedness now feels foolish, shameful, as you bend to tie your shoes. I trace a finger along the sliver of moonlight that marks your back. You hardly know me, but I need you to stay. From nowhere, my fingers close and I pull you to me, pressing my despairing lips to yours, begging with a kiss. Don't go. *** I love you more than he does, Julia whispered in a soft sultry voice, her breath warm against Lydia's neck. The words instantly sent electric tingles throughout her entire body and down to her already wet cunt, leaving Lydia feeling a bit guilty. She glanced down at the now tarnished ring on her hand and only felt a hint of the sadness she had previously felt. Julia's tongue ran up and down her neck, kissing softly in between gentle but hungry lust-filled bites, causing Lydia to let out a soft moan of illicit pleasure. marking the end of an era. *** Put your mask on. It's a headset, Abbey. Put it on, Will. I see you! There you are. Hayes made you look exactly like you. These VR graphics are incredible. This garden, these sunflowers. Did you just change your avatar? For the dong. You are not sticking a cock that massive inside of me. Before I switch back, want to touch it? Think you'll feel it? Let's find out. It's not even erect ye-- Holy Moses! It's swelling. Look at that high definition precum. Don't stop, Abbey. Hold on. Please! Wait. Did you-- Make my hoo-ha stretchier? Let's test. Oh! *** I don't know why I did it. I never gave previous interns the time of day, let alone lust after them. She was different. Intoxicating. Kathleen caught me alone in the copy room after everyone had gone to lunch. How cliché is that? Her lips were soon locked on mine as her hands unbuttoned my pants. Within minutes she was bent over the copy machine taking my cock. Her moans were muffled by the panties in her mouth as I exploded in her pussy. After we cleaned up, my boss passed by. Hey, Bret. I see you met my wife. *** As time passed, I feltusslipping away. It required drastic measures. Calling in a favor, I reserved the bar and asked him to meet me there. He was seated, nursing a scotch, neat. Like what you see? I asked, dropping the coat and spinning around. I walked over and kissed him. Our tongues dueled as the passion reignited. Clothes shed, his eyes closed as I dropped to my knees and engulfed his cock. My tongue swirled as I swallowed his length. Lewd sounds filled the room. Oh fuck yes! Rising, I grabbing my coat. Let's continue this at home. *** Do you believe in other universes? Sure, she thought, sucking a cigarette in frustration. There's one where you didn't say that, and I fucked you. What if for something good to happen, something bad has to happen? If I'm happy, then someone else is sad. And vice versa.. Is that why you are, you know. sub? He shrugged. She unzipped the front of his jeans, reached deep and squeezed his balls in her hand. I want you to know you don't have to be in pain to make me feel good. She squeezed tighter. I just prefer it this way. *** We woke at around seven pm, Jaq was walking around the apartment with just her panties on. I noticed the guy in the apartment opposite watching as Jaq's tits bounced around. Of course, I mentioned this to Jaq, she decided to give him a little show. Against the full-length window she pressed her tits against it. Hand in panties she rubbed her now enlarged clitty. We could clearly see the guy furiously wanking, a few minutes later he shot a huge load all up the window. We watched as he cleaned it up before his wife came into the room. *** Are you sure? I lay there, trying to catch my breath. I made the suggestion of getting going for the day. She stood there and repeated, Are you sure you want me to put these back on? She held those sexy red panties, the ones I had all but torn off her earlier. They were mine and she shouldn't have borrowed them, but halfway through our little fight, it turned into something else. It seems my straight roommate was harboring some very interesting thoughts. I reached from the bed, snagged the panties, and pulled her back to bed. Fuck class! *** My hand grazes the passing waiter's bulge in his britches. Oops, I say. You cock an eyebrow. I lean forward and my right boob pops out of my top, showcasing my hard nipple. Oops, I say. You loudly sigh. I leave my seat to bend over to pick up my napkin. My short skirt rises, revealing my plumpy cheeks to the diners at the counter. Oops, I say. You lead me out the door and sit on a bench, pulling me across your knees to paddle my naughty ass. Oops, you say, as I sniffle, rubbing my rosey red rump. *** Lifting my head, I notice you are no longer beside me in the bed. You remember, the bed we tore apart trying to satisfy our urges last night? I hear the shower running from across the hotel room. Entering the bathroom, I open the shower door and join you. Taking the soap from your hands I lather your body paying close attention to your sweet ass while slipping a finger into your hot channel. Please. take my ass, you whisper. Certainly, my love. Spreading your cheeks, I finally satisfy your desires. Drying off, you ask, In bed this time? *** Karen, cleaning the sink when Jackson pulls her shorts down to her ankles. Hi, his hands on the swell of her ass. Karen emits a deep sigh. Jackson fondles her breasts. Karen trembles as Jackson's touches her pussy. At what point are you gonna put that thing in me or are you waiting for a fucking invitation? His cock is between her lips. We don't have a lot of time. Maybe you fuck me, not tease me, Karen said, through gritted teeth. Jackson penetrates Karen. Karen grips the counter, her knuckles nearly turning white, as Jackson fucks her full tilt. *** I went to fetch my jacket, it was a great party, but time to go. When I turned, Natalia, the host's twenty-year-old niece, was there with the door closed behind her. Without a word, she moved toward me. I froze. As she got closer, I saw her inhale sharply, her eyes opened a little wider and she had a small smile on her lips. She came close and closer, and then she reached up and kissed me, leading with her tongue! She said, Come by tomorrow, after lunch. She said it with a small sexy smile, and then she left. *** Don't be scared. Let me show you something. She took her husband's hand and, hiking up her skirt, pushed it slowly down the front of her panties. She was warm and wet and hungry between her thighs. Shaved smooth for Him, she felt obscenely soft. His touch slid across her velvet folds, making her shiver with delight. She squeezed his wrist. Shifting her weight forward, she found just the right angle from which her pussy could devour his curious fingers. Feel that? I get so wet, just from your fingers. Imagine how much wetter I'll get for His cock. *** After months of calls, she finally said, Maybe a visual presentation would work better. How about something Friday evening? Okay, but if you don't show me something compelling, you'll quit calling. Friday came, and she looked rather sure of herself as she sauntered sexily past my office, heading for the conference room. Moments later, my secretary came in to say goodnight. We reviewed some paperwork before she left me to the presentation. As I entered the conference room, Janine said, Is this visually compelling enough? Yeah, that should work nicely, I complimented as I dropped my slacks and entered her. *** Father Antonio! smirked 16-year-old Giovanni as he arrived for liturgy practice. Guess what? Those two sisters from the convent – they were touching each other at communion! The young priest smiled knowingly. Best not to snitch, Gianni. We have secrets too – remember? The boy's eyes dipped. Sì, Padre. Wordlessly, mindlessly, he turned to lean over the sacrarium, eyes hollow with anticipated humiliation. He heard the priest's hurried fumblings and felt his own cassock being slid upwards. Do not judge, Gian, whispered Antonio, caressing the boy's soft pimpled buttocks. It is best to keep an open . mind. *** This beholder's eyes knows beauty when they see it. Unexpected images arrive in my inbox. Someone has taken the trouble to thank me for being turned on by some of my stories. How kind. But wait, these are stunning – no face, how sensible. What do I see? Everything a man could dream on – the perfect bottom, cheekily encapsulating the hint of a thong, exposed by the jaunty lifting of a polka dot dress. There's more? That arse, lifted on display, framing swollen, ready pussy lips – my stories? Maybe. Finally, beauty exposed in perfect lingerie. Dream on . *** Sandy and Drew woke before dawn and drove to the downs. They parked in a small car park and wandered for about a mile, to find the perfect viewpoint, which didn't take long and enabled them to witness a sunrise on the longest day of the year. There was a beautiful red sunrise, which meant rain later. Drew noticed a twinkle in Sandy's eyes and couldn't resist and kissed her passionately. Clumsily he unfastened his jeans and playfully pushed Sandy on her back. She hadn't worn panties, he thrust forward, slipped inside. They made passionate love as the sun rose. *** Come home for lunch. I've got something special planned. At the sound of the car door slamming, I climbed onto the table. When the front door closed, I called out, Lunch is hot and ready, baby. One hand slid between my legs as the other tweaked a hard nipple. I heard him growl as he closed the distance between us, yanking me to the edge of the table. Freeing his cock, he plunged into my wet depths. Our frantic coupling ended as his cock jerked, spilling his hot seed. After catching his breath, he kissed me. So, what's for dessert? *** I'll go get another round in. Same again? Sean was out of his seat before anyone answered. I'm just going to nip to the loo, back in a minute. Fiona followed Sean, leaving Mark and Emily smiling awkwardly as their partners abandoned them at the same time. Fiona locked the door and hitched up her skirt. She spread her legs as Sean slammed his cock into her. It was quick hard aggressive fucking, just the way she liked it. Fiona slid back into her seat and smiled at Emily. So, when's the baby due, you guys must be so excited? *** He pulled over in a layby. His heart thumped in his chest. Wordlessly, Bernadette removed her top and pulled down her pink brassiere. A wisp of hair dangled, brushing her breast. He took out his cock and began to masturbate, transfixed by the plain jasper cross that hung between her breasts. After a few minutes he ejaculated copiously over her. The semen splattered across her body seemed to belong to someone else. Bernadette carefully wiped her face, chest, and the jasper cross, with some tissues. So, you'll pick me up for Bible Study again next week, Father? *** I was beautiful. Eyes like blue diamonds adorned a visage of blush mixed with copper, framed with waves of merlot. Your face would light up whenever we embraced. Excitement crackled like electricity in the air. Every day I would wait for you and we would share tales of our day. But as time went on, life got busy, feelings taken for granted, and promises forgotten. The times in between became long and the embraces awkward. Now I find myself sitting by the shore, watching the waves, wondering where you are. I used to be beautiful, but now I am invisible. *** It's not true. It's on the Internet. Babe, your balls don't have taste buds. They do. You're a sucker. Let's try it. If they do, you have to lick it off my balls. Rolls eyes. Agree. She dips his ball sac in a bowl of hot sauce. AHHHHHHHH! Fuck! Get it off! She dives to her knees swallowing his balls, ferociously licking, then, AHHHHHHH! Hot! Lick. Hot! Lick. Hot! He watches her scrunching face thinking, Now, who's the sucker. Neighbor listening through the wall wanks his cock thinking, Wow, they have a hot sex life! *** Sangue di Cristo, intoned Padre Antonio, as full-bodied Suor Dolcina drank deeply from the silver chalice, Precious Blood rich and honeyed on her tongue. Amen. A crimson droplet trickled across her lower lip. She savoured it, and saved it, gently touching a plump finger to her mouth. As she shared a kneeler with Angelica, her scarlet digit intruded under the folds of her fellow novice's habit. And where she touched her sister's pungent wetness, there were joined together oblation and ecstasy, wine and cream, blood and water. He who saw it testifies truthfully, that ye may believe. *** Cate unzipped my pants immediately after the order's completed. Go to the Pay Window sir. I crept along two cars behind the pay window as she sucked the brown out of my fucking cock my eyes squeezed shut. Oh fuck. My eyes re-opened and we're one car behind the pay window. Her mouth vacuumed her head bobbled. I crawled forward and the engine notes rose simultaneously with my nut. Into the back of her fucking throat my kids went to play – the window's free and I rolled forward while she sat up. Twenty-five sixty sir, the worker giggled. *** Hey babe, I owe you a text. I'm really sorry that happened, I told you I was married. I hope you're out of hospital, Mike does have a temper doesn't he? Giggles. Wasn't it worth it? I have no regrets. That was the best car sex I have had with anyone. Your reputation preceded you. I have rarely felt so full, your cum dribbled into my panties for hours afterwards. I am moist remembering. But your text was so angry, I hate name calling! You must think I enjoy sending these messages to guys like you. You're all the same! *** The water laps against the bank of the lake. The sun streams through the branches of the trees. A beautiful setting, for such a shameful act. My fingers dig into the earth, grappling to hold onto something, anything to stop me marking your skin. Your head is buried between my legs. A masterful and skilled tongue causing pleasure so great it's difficult not to cry out. You bring me to my climax filling me with happiness. But, it does not last. Now, we must leave our lakeside paradise and go back to our seperate lives in the real world. *** His loins spent, Anna dismissed, Padre Antonio deliberately left his hands unwashed so that, at evening mass, between collect and acclamation, he might furtively enjoy that heavenly-hellish aroma which lingered so powerfully on his lips and fingers: sweet, pungent, rich as treacle. Corpo di Cristo. Amen. Kneeling to receive, bewimpled Suor Angelica recognised that scent too – similar to her own, yet subtly different, awakening in her an unprecedented yet irresistible desire. And as she knelt in thanksgiving, her hand fumbled subconsciously under her habit for folds yet softer. Now she too knew what she must do. *** She drove off knowing he was watching and she worried for her. She thought over the last several days and knew she couldn't go back to being just friends. But he complicated her life in ways she didn't understand. She knew he wanted what she had, but she also knew it not to be. She hoped he would grow to understand that, but feared he would not. She stopped a few miles down the road and made a decision. Now was not the time to be timid! She said aloud. But was she talking about herself, her lover, or him? *** Where did Claire go? Gina wondered from the sleeping bag spread on the forest floor. Chasing a squirrel behind a bush? Kyle kissed his wife's sticky lips. You taste like her. You would know, Scooter mused, petting Gina's exposed mound. What do I taste like? On her back, Gina opened her brown thighs for Scooter to take a sample. Pineapple? I ate some for breakfast! Let me try. Kyle crawled next to Scooter to share his wife's juices with his friend. Rubbing her tits, Gina gazed at the cumulus clouds in the blue sky. Lick that pussy, boys. Yes, ma'am! *** He's dragging me into the dark yard, forcing his hand on my mouth. I try to scream, but no sound comes through. Brutally pressed against a wall, my dress bunched up over my ass, he's grabbing me by the neck, slamming into me from behind. I am wet enough for that. What if he wasn't my mock rapist, but a real one? All I can think is, fuck me harder. My asshole is burning and my pussy's on fire. Filled up with his load, I straighten my clothes and he takes me to a taxi. He is a real gentleman. *** Turning from the window as the woman went out of sight. It's not supposed to be this way! Listening, he knew she was masturbating on the other side of this wall. I don't understand why I cannot be enough! He wanted to beat the wall in frustration, but he knew any sign of such and he would lose her completely. Instead I am losing her one day at a time! Intellectually, he knew that it wasn't fair to think like this, but emotionally, he couldn't help himself. She never was mine, was she? he asked himself honestly for a change. *** He shoots the brown targets before the white. Fail! Again! The officer-in-training readies himself for another simulation. See no color! Sexy Police Chief, you are building a safer world for our unborn child. Smiling, he slides down, petting her tummy bump along the way, settling between her thighs. He inhales her aroma, turning the thoughts of the day to the loveliness before him. The only color he sees is the pink puffy skin of her pussy. He assaults her lips, anus, and clit with his tongue and fingers. Her brown body will quiver with ecstasy, never again with fear. *** Corpo di Cristo. Amen. It occurred to young Padre Antonio, as he distributed communion at first mass, that he really should have washed his hands first. His fingers still felt slightly viscous, turning claggy on the hosts. He swore silently, simultaneously praying forgiveness both for his profanity and for his solitary cockcrow concupiscence. Donna Anna, mantilla-clad and luscious, widowed at thirty, knelt at the altar rail but imagined she smelt chlorine, as she extended her soft tongue to receive her Lord. But then she realised. And their eyes met. And they both knew what they must do. *** She walked from the sea topless, beautiful, her breasts moving enough to show the spirit in her stride. She sat in front of me and I watched, mesmerised, as a droplet of water escaped her auburn tresses and began its descent. Transfixed, I followed its journey as it wound its way down her exquisite back, deftly negotiating the bumps of her spine before being absorbed in the band of her thong. In the distance I heard my wife say, Are you ok? Have you had a stroke? to which I mindlessly replied, I'd love to, but she'd probably slap me. *** Two twenty something-year-olds hiked along the South West Coastal Path. They made it to the top of Golden Cap, with views of beauty, bestowed upon them. With views far and wide, Poole to the east and Weymouth to west. It was peaceful and tranquil at the highest point on the south coast. The birdsong and the waves that crashed on the beaches below were the only sound they heard. They couldn't believe their luck, not a soul in sight. Was it possible, could their plan work? They hesitated and thought what the hell! *** You left an hour ago. He was watching you, again. As I lay here, my hand slips into my shorts while thinking of how my hands ran through your hair while you knelt between my thighs. Your tongue brought me to the edge and you held me there for what felt like forever until you took me over and I screamed from one orgasm to the next. My fingers are simply not enough without you. Come back to me soon, I need you so much! And to answer your question, yes love, he knows, but cannot accept it — yet! *** Once upon a time, there was a beautiful Queen who gave birth to a handsome prince. He was pampered by his mother Queen. One day he said, Mother, someday I want to be like you. I will be a beautiful Queen. He was born to be a king and as the year passed by he choose to enjoy living life as a Queen and loving every prince on her way. One day she met a King whom she fell in love but he was born a princess but chooses to live like a King. And they live happily ever after. *** So the little slut wants A's Damn that girl bent over my desk and thus bending over my career She wants scoring so let's see A for IT research A for a slutty mind A for audacity and challenging my authority A for making her uniform look that good A for a tight pussy clamping on my cock A for cumming hard on a screeching desk And damn it A for the pleasure she brings No doubt she is a straight A girl But no she gets a capital B for Bitch *** A sharp intake of breath hisses through clenched teeth as the whip bites into my flesh. Honey drips from my swollen sex. So much sweetness from one harsh act. The pain is my pleasure and this is euphoric. Another sting to mar the flesh. My moans plead for more. Strong, warm, calloused hands control my body displaying me for their pleasure. His bulbous tip parts my sodden petals claiming my most intimate part for his own. I gasp and my body trembles. I've never felt so full so complete. Thrust after thrust I give myself, ending in a lavish release. *** His words still linger in my ears, long after his hands have done their deeds. Their heavenly, naughty, dirty deeds. The way he loves me is so intimate. Our bodies uniting, connecting like they were made for each other. Whether we are fucking or making love, the bond leaves me breathless. Tonight was not lovemaking. It was raw, primal, hard, relentless fucking. His hands marking me. His cock leaving my cunt tender, dripping from our lust. In the afterglow, he pulls me to his chest. His soft side tender, emotional, as he murmurs his undying love for me. *** Strangers. She is unknown to me. Then, her smile introduces herself. My hand leads her for coffee. Her lips learn my flavor. Friends. We build our house stacked with bricks of shared dreams, wants, and needs. Clinging to each other, I slide into her wet pussy and begin my slow thrusting. Passion soon swallows us as we wildly fuck with raw abandon towards our mutual release. We flood each other with our essence, sealing our connection. I can't peel my eyes off her. Lovers. Focus changes. We stop listening. We stop talking. I am lonely while we fuck. Strangers. *** Damn it! I forgot the stupid timer is broken, I muttered to myself. An idea popped in my head as I slid the eggs into the boiling water. Baby, come quick! I need you. What is it? Lifting my dress, I wiggled my ass. Please fuck me! Right now! He quickly freed his cock and yanked my panties down. I braced my hands on the counter as he gripped my hips and slid into my slick heat. Oh yes! Harder! Fill me up. Two minutes and 45 seconds later cum dripped down my thighs and the eggs were perfectly poached. *** Denise climbs up and swings her leg over her pony. She feels his firm hands guide her legs. Her ankles are secured for the ride. The padding could be a little softer but it serves its purpose. She lowers herself into position and is ready for the sting of his hand. Her new Daddy likes the crop. If she is honest she likes it more than she should. Her ride has finally begun. She drifts back to those times when Daddy took her to the pony rides. She likes her new pony so much better. Gitty up. *** He found out. It was only a matter of time until he did. You whore! For once in your life, stop being a fucking cum slut! For once, actually be in my life! It was on this day, that was the end of Becky's relationship. Ever since then, she was grieving over her ex. Until. Hey, Ryan, a young frat boy nearby said. If you want to talk. You're sweet, Ryan. But what if I don't need it? She bit her lip. Ugh! As Becky got fucked by Ryan, she felt better. Oh, God, I want your big cock! *** Hey, Nancy. Do you really want to know how sexy you are to me? Do you? The thoughts that were floating through my head when you sent those pictures. I would look at your body in want. I would look at it in need, kissing your sexy red lips you tease, making my way downwards. Your breathing fuels me. The breathing becomes harder. It turns into moans. I grab those milky breasts with firmness. I taste them. And I say to you. I want you so bad. I put you against the wall, as you moan. Fuck! Making me cum. *** She stepped from the pines into my secret poppy field. A stranger. Looking up, I saw laughing, smoldering eyes watching me caressing, my story abandoned. Are you touching or typing? Umm, touching. She glanced at the words. History? Or fantasy? Both? I laid back as her hands caressed up my thighs, gently replaced my fingers. I sighed as her strokes and kisses and licks took me over the edge, a thousand explosions. (!) Hours, orgasms later, her mischievous smile illuminated again. She read aloud from my platen. She stepped from the pines into my secret poppy field. A stranger. *** Some things in life stay with you always. Walking along a nudist beach one day, passing the beautiful, the normal, the show-offs and the shy, my heart stopped beating as I spotted the rear of a most gorgeous girl. Her bottom was perfection. Pert, round cheeks perfectly proportioned with her captivating body. The hint of her pussy peeked out at me, before my eyes were drawn to the long fingers of her hands, gently resting, one on a buttock, the other a leg, making me ache to do the same. She turned, smiled, and I will love her memory forever. *** Listening from the next room was the closest I have gotten to losing my virginity. My older sister wasentertainingagain. I have no idea who it was this time or why my parents don't seem to care. But let me get close to a girl, I get lectured about responsibilities, diseases, and pregnancy. My friends tell me that parents are hell on daughters but pretty well let sons off without concern. I mean why are they so concerned about me? I stood at the mirror looking at my little fourteen-inch penis trying to figure out what was the problem! *** I'm sprawled across our bed, ass up, browsing Tinder. Matt, 35. Fuck, I want to cum on that face. Chris, 38. Let me lick those abs. But then. Ben, 21. Yum. I show hubby. He's kneading my ass with his crotch, imploring his sodden soldier for one last hurrah. What do you think, baby? I bet boy toys can fuck all night.'He moans, swells inside me. And then — finally! — deep, hard thrusts. There we go. He pounds me into the bed. I cum, screaming. One becomes two, three, as I slip into delirium. Works every time. *** We laughingly leave the bikes by the side of the road, scrambling excitedly over the post and rail fence and dance hand in hand across the field. Laughing uproariously as we circle and skip. The sun, the gentle breeze, our boundless, adoring love. We collapse in a tumble of legs and arms into the lushness of the field We embrace, kiss ardently. My hands are under your dress. Panting. I hook your panty waist band. You raise your hungry hips. I ease them down. Quick? The red poppy in your snow, white gusset, indistinguishable, from the poppies in the field. *** Phone beeped: NEW MESSAGE GODDESS WON!!? Smiling he started evoking. Striding to overcome writer's block, he sat at a bucolic, shadowy spot. Suddenly the hottest woman ever, naked, appeared before him sayingget up'. Jerked and stripped down, he was given the most delicious fellatio. She rode him, thrusting back and forth, with a vengeance. Both in the verge of cumming she screamed: I'm your fucking MUSE. Start writing you lazy prick? Then, a giant orgasm stroke them in unison. He woke up. Was it a dream? He smiled while realising the story for Goddess was already on his mind. *** We can't cum in one hundred words, you collectively screech. That is a problem. We are left with aching clits and dangling dicks! the crowd crows. I don't aim to tease and not please. Or do I? My fingernails had just sifted through her Amazon bush before your story ended! Oh, how sad, ladies. Bad writer! Two yanks and one slurp don't make a cock explode! I see your point. No, really I do. Your hard dick is about to poke my eye out. I lower my panties and bend over, offering my plumpy cheeks. You raise your hand and. *** Pottering elsewhere, our wives play Chris Isaak. Humming Wicked Game, her fingernails graze my inner thigh. Temptation's frisson arousal stains my thong. Alley cat morals. She disagrees. Way worse. Fingers press my underwear against super slick folds. She smirks knowingly. I whimper. You're bad. And you aren't. Our wives? Need never know! I love her. What's love got to do with it? With hungry eyes, she sucks her glistening fingers. Forbidden fruit never tasted sweeter. As our pregnant life partners return, she says, I'll help redecorate your nursery. They smile indulgently. I'm saturated with anticipation so into this wicked game. *** The sun shined bright as June laid naked in the poppy field with her lover. Across from them was her typewriter, notebook and a camera. June reached for her camera but he stopped her. One last time sweetheart? Yes, answered June. June climbed on top of her lover and grabbed a hold of his cock to guide it into her pussy. The two of them expressed how their act of love felt euphoric. After their love-making ended June laid on her lover's chest. He caressed her beautiful face one last time and kissed her before he took his last breath. *** Tara was out the door before anyone knew she was gone. Love be damned, she knew they'd say. We met at her favorite spot. She loved the poppyseed field her room overlooked. The sun had faded fast as we fell on the blanket. We made love under the stars that night. As I looked Tara in the eyes we pledged our love to each other that night. I promised her she would have poppyseed outside her window. Twenty years later, Tara had a tear in her eye as she watched our daughter run through that poppyseed field to her husband. *** In my dreams you are there, your lazy fingers caressing my side as the dawn creeps in to greet our waking eyes. I turn to catch your smile on my lips, and we linger as the lust swells, until we are inevitable. We are a blur of heat and desire, two but not two. Every sensation is amplified, and the world is muted, paused, to allow us this moment of perfect ecstasy. And in an instant that might have been a lifetime, it is done, and you are gone. For even in my dreams, our happiness is fleeting. *** Carolann and Greg were high school sweethearts who'd experienced everything except the ultimate—both were still virgins. Today was to be a study afternoon while her parents were golfing. Carolann had decided today would be the day. Greg, I'm ready. I want you today. Let's go make love. In a flash they were naked in bed. Greg was rubbing his cock up and down her soaked slit as both moaned, kissed and declared their love. Oh Greg, I want you bad. Fill me full. Take my virginity. He pushed in. She screamed her joy. They never heard the footsteps. Carolann! DADDY! *** Emma and Ben enjoyed the walk to the beautiful poppy field where they lay on the ground naked, Emma on top of Ben. Ben carefully fingered Emma to her orgasm before she whispered sternly, Punishment time. On all fours, naughty hubby. Ben replied submissively, Yes please, Mistress, Emma stood looking around at the beautiful red poppy's holding the switch Ben had obediently prepared on the way there. Ben shrieked as the switch imposed raised welts onto his bottom, whilst stroking his penis and cumming after ten deliciously hard whacks. Both glowing, they dressed and kissed lovingly as they walked back. *** Scarlet blossoms bloomed as the heat flared. The morning June Gloom in Southern California hung heavy in the skies until midday, and then the sun cut through the clouds. The damp grass brushed against her bare legs, and warmth spread across her nude back. Below her, Mack clenched his jaw and thrust upward. His cock hit all the right spots. Delicious. She whispered, daring him to take control, flip her on her back and fuck her. Hard. Somewhere nearby, birds exclaimed the joy of summer, and the wind kicked up, urging them on, faster and faster. Until nature claimed all. *** ..evacuate immediately. Citizens. Tom switched off the radio. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. Instead he went upstairs and kissed her. Angela murmured sweetly, opening her eyes as if she knew. She held him tightly as he carried her. Angela's lips were as red as the poppies. Far off, a siren moaned. In the living field, in a dying world, in those last precious moments, the lovers sang a defiant harmony. That ancient song of sighs and screams eclipsed the distant wail of death and filled the final morning's air with the battle hymn of life itself. *** Proffessor Tomlin and Amy were crawling slowly through the field of poppies. They were looking for saganthum ardiolaus which only frequented this type of poppies. As he lie on his back to inspect a particularly interesting specimen the good professor suddenly felt his pants coming down. Looking up, he saw Amy almost totally nude. Before he could protest this member was surrounded by Amy's warm, moist nether region. Closing his eyes, all he could smell were the poppies and the musty smell of Amy as she intercourse him vigorously. He came, and found this specimen much more engaging than insects. *** Friends we professed. Cultivated without sound as each was devoted to another. Turfed emotions. We strolled to the field blanketed with blooms of recollection. Secluded. Buddies hobbying together. Hours spent harvesting. Reaping. Narrating our collaborated tale. Keying hammers into ribbon, impressing letters onto pages. Back and forth the machine was passed. Sudden breeze sailed through us. Brushing away loose tresses from my eyes his fingers ignited my skin. Gaze detained. Desire exposed. In moments our lips planted, my dress hoicked up, his jeans to his knees. Shaft ploughed. Rooted deep. Fused. Serving our anguished demand. Threshing. Seeding. Flourishing. Profession forgone. *** So sensuous that high bosom. Party-goers gone, panties gone, lifted skirt reveals pink moist readiness. Offering unknown pleasures. Cross the line? Marie's honest, constant face shaded this lusty female fondling my readiness. Long and hard. Just right. Her whisper husky with sex. Her kiss so hungry. But Marie's loving smile. Here lay promising soaked cleft. Too much drink lowered resistance, plus her lascivious demands, urging, tugging, Come into me, and cum. Drunken feminine snigger. Marie's loving haunting face. Bastard. You've gone soft. Her hand slaps my sudden flaccidity. Walking home, where my pregnant Marie waits, I'm pathetically proud, but penitent. *** His text message was brief: pack light and wear the poppy printed dress. As I sat on the flight next to him, his hand slipped between my brown thighs. I knew that his request for the red floral print sundress was a signal for what he wanted, so when his fingers caressed my wet slit, neither of us was surprised. My lips parted releasing a silent moan as I widened my legs for him. I turned my face toward the approaching glowing sunset and ephemeral clouds below us. It was never about the destination but the journey to get there. *** Surfer Girl If you are homeless, there are worst places to sleep than in a field of orange poppies. Returning after my daily shower at the beach, I like to imagine being greeted by a sweet surfer girl. She wears an orange dress, pulled down to her waist. She says, I want to ride you like a wave. She throws me down and hops on my stiff dick. I cum real fast. I open my eyes. I know it's go time. I put some paper in my typewriter and start again: the surfer girl's pussy felt like orange velvet .. *** The memories in her head had texture. A honey-drop flame releasing wax in rivulets of smoothly chaotic trails, unique and vivid. She fed them to her starved mind. Restraints, clamps, the tease of a razor-sharp edge. Recollections of orgasms she'd only ever experienced in the hands of such a skilled lover. A world of balance where pain she never thought could be erotic was seared into subconscious folds by the follow of pleasurable suckles. Perhaps it wasn't fair to him or to the family they'd built. But as he serviced her cunt, she'd only feel those times spent with her. *** The cackled caw of swooping rooks buzzed my senses, as I spied on them in the poppy field. Its sweet almost cherry blossom scent danced on the summer breeze. In the end, a whispered word, an acknowledged nod, and the vulgar raising of her yellow summer dress was all it took. Her mouth falling silently open as he entered her. There was no love, no affection, I didn't want there to be. Her eyelids fluttered, as she surrendered to the size of the better man. Looking in my direction, she mouthed the words that broke my heart. I love you. *** A ring on the hand holding your dress as he thrust into you. Moans, sighs and whimpers fill the air. A typewriter, books and a camera, his bait to lure you in. Knowing what he feels, my tight pussy around his cock, my warm breasts so close he can smell my lotion. The wetness and firmness of youth. So forbidden, another man's wife's sex holding him tight. My horny eyes begging for more, needing more, giving more. He is loaded and ready to shoot. He does, just as I come. Blood red drops on red petals. Leaving us both behind. *** X Country team members desultorily stretching. Girls field hockey captain ambled over said, In the pool later? Runner, Naked? Hockey captain, OK. Stripping beside the pool. Perky tits, tight asses, hairy and shaved pussies. Sinewy guys checking naked girls and each other's dicks. Swimming, touching, grabbing, squealing, laughing. Against the pool wall, I pulled her erect nipples and pushed my cock into her. She wrapped her legs around me, we rocked. Loud voice, Everyone gone! Wow, that was fun, she grinned. The principal asked, What happened in the pool yesterday? Nothing I know of, sir, I said Good, he said. *** Abigail drove Ben's old Ford until she came upon the sign marking the field of poppies. She hopped out and grabbed his old typewriter and headed up the path to their spot where they became husband and wife. She was wearing her red dress that he loved so much. She smiled as she saw him lying there waiting. She straddled him and sighed as their bodies became one moving in sweet harmony together until they laid down catching their breath. She smiled at the memory and set down his typewriter. Then she scattered his ashes. As always just a dream. *** Deep among the poppies, I seek my inspiration. Sunshine effuses opium, ideas dart like swallows. Typewriter loaded, often idle - writer's block, I tell my husband Tom. He says the lockdown has derailed me, and he's right. Cutting through the flowers, he comes: muscular, purposeful. Married. Not called Tom. Heart beating, dropping to my knees. Nylon snapping, the firm thrust, heat exploding through red petals. Pushing back, eyes bleared over, panting,No, don't—The hasty withdrawal, grunt and splash, white streaking scarlet blooms, hot perfume laced with ammonia, and salt. Ambling home, pages blank. Ideas darting, lines stitching the white. *** There was nothing in the living room but a couch and a flat screen playing a nuru massage video. And the two paramours, buck naked, undulating on the cushions. She straddled him, then rode on his cock. Rock hard, he struggled to control his thrusts, as her tits bounced. Her clit grazed his dark bush. His palms caressed her round behind. She howled in ecstasy. His dick ached to spray her G-spot with his cum. They embraced each other's electrified bodies in his newly acquired den of iniquity. She rubbed his arm patch and nibbled his earlobe. Welcome home, soldier. *** Like Dorothy and her friends, they had strayed from the path onto a bed of the brightly coloured flowers. But it was no mistake. Though gripped by a strange urge to lie down, it wasn't sleep that called them. Instead, they shed their clothes and drank of the heady perfume of desire. The heat between them had beckoned for days. Beads of sweat bedewed their bodies and mingled as they writhed together. Their breathing came in pants and gasps. Afterwards, only a depression of crushed grass and flowers remained, giving evidence that their thirst for one another had been slaked. *** I was at her home. Friends were playing Sing the Lyrics. We were both 16. I wrote on a piece of paper, Can I kiss you? Jessica nodded yes. We left to our hangout spot in the poppy field. the sun was setting as I kissed her for the first time and saw the fireworks with fragrance of poppy blooms. I never saw Jessica again as we went to different colleges, but the flame kept on burning in my heart. Last year during a job interview, I saw her again. We got jobs and decided to live together. Fireworks continue! *** I stand quietly watching him. Smiling as a devilish thought comes to mind, I grab an ice cube from his drink and kneel in front of him. Looking at him, a devious smile on my face, I place the ice on his tip. His erection grows immense, pleasing me. Ice cube in hand, I begin with deliberate strokes. Watching and hearing him groan, assures me of his pleasure. I use my hot breath to tease him beyond belief. He grips my head and, taking that as encouragement, I decide to continue my assault by taking him fully into my mouth. *** I pulled her down onto the ground in the expansive field of poppies. This would be a perfect backdrop. I asked her to take her top off. She complied, seductively, as I began to snap. The beautiful orange poppies contrasted perfectly with her pale skin. This is the shot we were looking for. Without warning, she slid her shorts and panties off and spread her legs. Her lips were glistening. The fresh air, the beautiful flowers, the growing bulge in my pants were all having an effect on her. It was clear what the next shot was going to be. *** Our bodies perfuming and warming the near dark of your room with our afterglow. We were watching a movie we'd seen countless times, the one where an old flame promises that they'll always have Paris. We were already making love before the end. The screen is still on wallpaper now. I move to close it and watch you. Bathed in a hue of pixel rainbows. It made me think of sprawling futuristic cityscapes glowing at night. Of love frozen in noir tales, nostalgia for a place and time I've never touched or known But you're there. Forever radiant in dreams. *** There's no debate, woman. Sit quiet, lean back, and let me untangle them curls. Are you mocking my locks? Three gilded rings sway in fragrant patchouli when she shifts. Forcing his middle finger down the warm bareness between her shell-adorned, reddish-brown tresses he answers, Locks? No. This is a jungle. Your last gift was? Three months, I haven't. He stops her mid-excuse, I got you. The clipper's hum follows Poppy's curves, grazing her piercings. Mismatched platinum nap and high angst fall to the floor, revealing her tiny clitoral erection swimming in readiness. His schedule is forever booked with opium-laced champagne. *** Such odd flowers, writhing like stormy clouds until nectar glistens. Still, though spoilt we lie, shadowed and mangled beneath them, a beautiful color of petal they have: sunset and sunrise blushed with dew. Our color! But Mother Gaia, what flower drops its petals to kiss your sun? What flower won't dance with your breezes? What flower shelters from your sweet rain? What flower shuns your kinky bees? We poppies grok our Mother. How ephemeral her seasons. How ravishing her fury. How succulent her earth. How bittersweet her frost. How precious her love. Look around you, odd flowers. Learn from us. *** You breathe out, I breathe in. The poppies around us smell like cherry blossoms and cocoa. My knees root me to the ground. I'm staring into your eyes and you gaze back at me. I'm lightly caressing your cheek. Your cock is deep in my pussy, but we're focused on our breathing. I clench your cock, release, relax. Your hips push up half an inch and I feel your cock shift inside me, pressing the walls of my pussy. I almost cum, again. I scooch higher to restrain my climax, let it melt away. I breathe out, you breathe in. *** I come here every day and remember that distant summer. It will forever be ours. We talked, read, ate and drank. We shared, and discovered each other. And we loved. Oh, how we loved! In that idyllic meadow, we joined and found an unimaginable completeness! I couldn't get enough of you. Nor you of me. Being together was everything. The hunger, the passion, those wild moments when we were as one. Desperate, urgent, breathless, forbidden love. You are gone now, and my world is empty. I come here every day, in hope. But I am forever alone. I miss you. *** They weren't supposed to be together. He was a married man, and she was a friend's daughter, home from college. Yet there they were, making love in a poppy field in the middle of nowhere. Sunshine beat down on her back as she rocked back and forth, sliding him in and out of herself. It wasn't just sex they were having, it was an escape, for him from a cold, uncaring wife, and for her, her possessive, degrading boyfriend. As he came in her she sank into him, thankful for even the smallest moment of amnesty. It was true love. *** After much hiking, Cassie seductively flashing her breasts and ass along the way, we reach the secluded clearing of poppies and tall grass. She kisses, undresses, and guides me to the ground. As the scents of meadow fragrances and our sex mix, her body rides mine with deliberate enthusiasm. Her feminine crescendo grows, drowning out the songbirds. Now Cassie's eyes look up to me as she brings me to finish. Standing, she licks her lips and fingers clean before blowing a kiss towards the lens. I cut the camera. You're the best stud this starlet has hired yet, she compliments. *** He walked across Flanders field. His type writer heavy in his has hands. The pain and memories filled his soul as the red poppies swayed around him. She walked towards him, picking poppies for her village. Neither spoke as they looked at each other. She lost her love in the great war where he lost many friends. Embracing tightly she kissed him passionately, their clothes falling quickly. Their lust-filled copulation lasted through the day. The sun setting bathed them in warm loving light. Lust turned to love. The pain slowly faded away. Merci, mon héros. She sighed. Your welcome beautiful. *** Poppy fucking in a field of poppies, irony of ironies. At least it was to me. My love interest, though love was a bit strong a word, but there she was enjoying a romp with the one friend I mentioned my interest in her with. Ain't that a bitch. What was I left with? I proceeded to rub one out. It was the least I could do, or was it the most? They caught me, but that was my plan. I was the only one not embarrassed. Au revior to her, pay back to him, and a shameless me. Win/win. *** It was on the barren plains where they first touched. But touching is only ever the beginning. The two gods laid upon the ground, letting their bodies merge together in lover's embrace. Their passion made the world move with every thrust, each cry of ecstasy written into the wind, the world changing around them as surely as their waters flowed into each other. Blend your song with mine, they would say. Etch our story into the aether. It was then that the flowers bloomed, witnesses to a climax that would stretch for eternity. Red, for passion. Red for their love. *** I don't know who she was or from where she came. I was just trying to get away from the city to write my book. She didn't say a word as she emerged from the flowers and climbed on top of me. I knew her tongue worked as she used it to lick my shaft up-and-down before putting inside her pussy. Her pussy fit tightly around my cock as she rocked back-and-forth, riding me like a horse. I came hard. After draining me, she disappeared back into the field. I wonder if she was even real or just a dream. *** My God, he's strong. That thought was always a turn on for me. Following me into the garden, he nuzzled my neck, knowing I couldn't resist. But, for a moment, I did, long enough to make him force my knees into the soft earth as the scent of poppy blooms exploded around me. Brazenly raising my skirt to expose my ass, he thrust inside, plunging urgently and so fucking hard that I gasped. I soon gushed my juices and he continued until he grunted his release. Turning, I kissed my gardener. Better get dressed, Julio. My husband is home today. *** As I stroked into her I could feel something touching my balls everytime I pulled out. It was her idea to fuck in this field. The flowers were tall enough to hide us from view. I agreed because I was horny. It was still touching me with every stroke. It added to my pleasure as we fucked. Harder.'I complied, heading to my own release. Oh fuuuck,. she sighed beneath me, squeezing my orgasm forth with her pussy. Pulling out I saw the poppy that was tickling me. Life is good, I thought, not a bed of roses, thank fuck. *** She moaned softly as my index finger slid up her slick wetness. I never imagined I'd ever touch my mother like this. She moaned louder and gently shuddered. Thank you, darling,. she whispered,that was wonderful. It's been so long. Please stay with me.' I kissed her face and tasted the salty tears. He's gone, he can't hurt you anymore. I'm not going anywhere.' I was hard and she was wet. We fit together like longtime lovers. Her warmth took me in and showed me where I had come from only 18 years before, and I thought finally I'm home. *** His words captivated and seduced. They always did. Vibrant descriptions that effortlessly painted sensual pictures before your eyes. Feeling as real as your hand, that lightly floats through the field of poppies that lay before. You always imagined her. The woman at the centre of his tales, whose erotic encounters you had shared so intimately. Whose heart you had felt thunder and whose blush had claimed equally. But today you were not sharing. For as you lay among the poppies, listening to his latest manuscript, you straddle his lap and lower your lips to his. Today you were the heroine. *** We quarreled, a silly war of words. You ran out. I followed you across the meadow, your youthful and shapely body, silhouetted against a blood red moon. I caught you in a field of poppies. There were rows and rows of them, like soldiers in scarlet tunics all around us. I picked a bunch, presented them to you as a peace offering. We embraced and kissed passionately. We were soon naked and laying on the ground as you rode me like a wild steed. We lay in the afterglow and then fell asleep, content for now. Je t'aime ma cherie. *** Walking into the bar, she had a look of desire. She scanned the bar and walked with a distinct purpose to me, her heels clicking loudly on the floor and sat down. I had a thing for women in heels. Her four-inch pumps were sexy as hell. With nothing to lose, I leaned over to her as she ordered her drink. Nice shoes, wanna fuck? She stood up and grabbed my cock and I followed her to the ladies' room. She left the bar a few minutes later with my cum dripping in her panties with me following close behind. *** Sleeping nude in a poppy field does strange things to you. She moves and I wake, one eye watching her naked form beside me, her nipples sharply outlined in the bright sun. She thinks I sleep. She is so beautiful as she touches herself, gently, quietly, but sees I am awake. Lowering herself onto my arousal and facing away, she rises and falls, the drug that surrounds us putting us in another world. I sense her orgasm we cum together as I fill her with future hope. Is it a whisper or the wind? Oh fuck, she said his name. *** She descended the staircase into a room filled with men. Tall, well-built men. Short, skinny men. Refined young Frenchmen, all in attendance for selection day. He came to the Ball to choose his mulatto lover. The woman that he would love forever, but could never marry. The woman he'd start his family of bastards with. The woman he'd hunger for as he laid in his marital bed staring at the ceiling of his loveless bedroom. Remembering the poppy field at the edge of the French Quarter where he deflowered the woman who stole his lustful soul so many years ago. *** Last thing I heard was the train's whistle, shrill. The last thing I smelled was the smoke. Flushed and furrowed. She wore that dress again. Spun silk, hiding her. More hidden than when we met. More to hide. She writhes. Rise and fall. Chest supple, burning. I've held her like a flower in my hand, and bled. To pluck her once, and watch her wilt. It was meant to make an end— And now? The stains I left. And scars. All hidden. Her eyes, wet. Cunt wet. Dew on a soft, red petal. Something with poison in it. Don't go. *** Désolée, Daddy. I didn't mean to spill the Cabernet all over your manuscript. I was having fun trying to tickle you. I know, dirty little sluts need to be punished from behind. But first, you'll have to catch me to rip off my panties. Come and get it, Daddy. Make me taste the grass. I'm not a delicate flower. Oof! It's so thick. That's just the tip? Je suis prêt. That's it, Daddy. Fuck me. Muffle my cries. Wrap your palm around my mouth and make me squirm in delightful agony. Lesson learned. I'll be good next time. Je promets. *** I wanted to be in her novel, simple. My button was closed, my zipper open. She liked the coldness of metal on her skin. A bent poppy flower tickled her thigh every time her hips went up. She straightened her arms and clenched the grass. Her shoulder blades popped out of her tanned back, like wings. She squeezed hard and caught the rim of my cock with her every move, arched her back, moaned. The poppy danced quicker and quicker. I crossed my legs Haaaa. She screamed, the poppy straightened. Now, all I wanted was to just be in HER. *** Why is there a typewriter? What? In that picture over the bed. Why is there a typewriter? You stopped licking me to ask that? I just wondered. The guy's a writer. He writes in a field? Apparently. And lugs a typewriter all the way out there? With the books and . . . is that a camera? Maybe the woman carries it. Maybe she's a photographer. OK, she's taking pictures of the flowers, and he's writing about flowers, I guess, and they say,Hey, we both like flowers, let's bone. Maybe he even licked her pussy. OK, OK, hint taken. *** The sunshine is mild, our footsteps hurried. We skip and run through lush green fields dotted with blazing red, dropping down, rolling to a stop. Our naked bodies are soon covered in pollen and poppy petals. He kisses the trail of pale freckles upon my shoulder. I sigh and blink as he gently plucks a perfect flower off of my provoked right nipple. I giggle with delight and kiss his lips on this wonderful spring morning, feeling secure, knowing all is well. A calming sprinkle of raindrops sing a sensual lullaby promising magic and awe to complete the enticing dream. *** Editors Pick Fireflies wink, golden sunset filtering through crimson petals. He's as handsome as she was warned. The fire in him burning her across the meadow. He lets you free? Perhaps He learned his lesson with you, she replies. His smile forfeits her resolve. Insidious, he moves inside her. Carving out identity and replacing it with cock. He is sin, though he tastes of salvation. More, she whimpers as he drives deep behind her, tongue along her spine. Come for me, angel. She abides his symphonic coaxing as he fills her. And when he leaves, she follows, abandoning wings beside her typewriter. *** You see women all the time boasting their femininity, flaunting a beauty claimed by their gender, and rightfully so. I knew I would grow up to be one of them. Like the ones in the magazines showing off their womanly figure. Delicate. Now, with his hard cock buried inside me in this random field of poppies, I try to memorize the moment, the feel of him deep, throbbing. He looks at me for who I truly am, not how I once was. For today is the first time I feel like the woman I was always meant to be. Free. *** I hoped someone might hear my cries but you read my mind. I wanted someone to grasp my hand and you swept me into your arms. I hungered for someone to touch my body, you inhabited my soul. You held me when I couldn't stand. You carried me when I couldn't walk. You took me to places I could never have imagined and let me dream the poppy fields, the sun on my back. While I may never see your face or know your name, when I needed someone to wipe away my tears, you helped to heal my heart. *** Sheets ruffled, legs around me, pulling me into her depths, nails raking my back. We both cum together my seed floods into her.Swim you devils, do your job,l pray as I soften and pull out. We and she roll over and note the date and time in her book. Two weeks later she greets me at the door, tears in her eyes. I say, never mind, there's always next month, as my heart breaks yet again. Trying to conceive at times can be hard but we hope for the day it might happen. *** He told me to bring my Nikon to the poppy fields in ten minutes and to only wear his coat. I saw him in the first section of the crowded place. He took me away from the sea of people to a more secluced spot. He released my hand while he took the camera from my grasp at the same moment a cheeky grin formed across his face that could only mean trouble. He whispered in my ear, Strip that coat off now love and show me that sweetspot of dripping juice, this is my photoshoot for the change. *** The door slammed. Hurry up, you have four minutes! I told him. But I'm not ready yet, he replied rushing to unzip his jeans. C'mon, you know how many are waiting for me!? I hissed. He finally retrieved his cock jacking it off to a full erection. I dropped to my knees and started sucking him hard and deep. Oooh, he moaned, I needed this so bad. Two minutes of my expert mouth and he was blowing his load down my throat. I swallowed it all, stood quickly, and left him without a word, moving on to the next stall. *** I could smell the poppies before seeing them. Sans doute, one species of the family gives the whole group an addictive aura. So, my anima was alive with memory of selfless service and venerable verses when beholding brilliant blossoms. I was coming among them, yet, others were cumming amid them. The lesbiansaccessories suggested typing, not trysting, but a warmth and wonder of their union aroused me adoringly. When they sensed me, rather than surprise, they secreted sensuality and sorority. They welcomed me into their gardens, allowing me to unpeel petals, inhale essences, and be sated by their sultry sepals. *** The sun above me, the poppies below, and her in-between sublimates what I know. I came here to write she came here to read. Instead we found something that both of us need. Her lips on my body. Her lust for my cock fulfills dreams before daytime stops. Her skin, tan above me, makes me hard as a rock. Her soft breasts that hang from her tender body. They tremble. I watch them. When I touched them, she sang. My wife must be waiting. My wife, she must know. Yet Oh! Does She feel good. Oh Yes! Does She Oh! *** I couldn't believe it, when I opened my eyes he was beneath me. He looked as I imagined, with chiseled abs and striking eyes. His large thick cock throbbed inside me. I moved in harmony to the sway of the poppies. I didn't want this to end. I wanted to savor every moment. He never said a word but his eyes glimmered with fire. He held my sweater and pulled me down as he released his essence in me. I screamed out and awoke in the poppy field. What a hazy dream. He was back again on the book cover. *** Waking up to a face pressed to your pussy is usually a good thing, right? But what do you do when you have no idea who she is? How do you ask her name or where you met when the night before is completely blank? I look down and see dark, purple streaked hair that doesn't look familiar. I feel a tongue doing things that feel good, but with an unrecognized technique. Even the scent in the hotel room is unusual. But just then, what feels like one in a series of orgasms hits me, all questions are rendered unimportant! *** She wears tiny pink panties and nothing more. A lusty grin on her pretty face tells me what she wants. I shed my clothes and pounce, pinning her body to the bed. After a kiss or two, I slither down and pull those panties off. My tongue explores the pink lips beneath, then slides past them in search of her tasty delights. Moans and cries fill the room. Her juices begin to run, signaling she is ready. I don my strap-on. After a kiss, I enter her. My lover cries out as my steady drilling sends her over the edge. *** Unbelievable how quickly a day can go to the shitter. Today Lucy suggested having a picnic with her parents. Wanting to make a good impression, I agreed, and pretty soon we were in a meadow surrounded by poppies. After lunch, Lucy's father wanted to stroll along the nearby river, and Lucy joined him, leaving me alone with Andrea. I heard you two fucking last night, she said, reaching for my growing bulge. Got me so hot. Within minutes she was on top of me, and we were rutting like wild animals. A pity Lucy and her father returned moments later. *** It's wrong! She'll know! I plead. Because I'll tell her. You know I can't resist you. Before, you rejected my love. Now, here, you ambushed me. Your cunt—slick and hot from your premeditation—traps my cock—helplessly rigid from your wet panties smearing my lips. Your breasts seize my hands. Your ass and thighs pin me. Your ride is manic. My eruption triggers your gratification. You win. My orgasm burns my cold heart yours animates your body's macabre celebration of the death of my marriage. Rising, you deliberately stride over me, your pussy dripping our fluids onto my face. *** Dorothy and the Scarecrow were off to see the Wizard when they came to a poppy field and Dorothy grew sleepy. While the Tin Man and the Lion went off to find some help or some coffee, the Scarecrow decided he had his own idea he thought he would try. While he was rearranging his stuff(ing), Dorothy opened one eye. Are they gone? They went for help. All I really need is a good fuck. But the Tin Man is missing more than just a heart, and the Lion. well, he is a lion. Well, let's go at it then. *** In this poppy field we shared our first kiss and lick. The chanting of the children in the adjacent cornfield drowned out our mutual pleading. Months later we parted in the same field. I rationalized my tears as allergies. Another transparent lie she ignored. I blamed her for our demise. A bigger lie even friends dismissed. I still visit the field, self-torture. I can't eat a poppy seed bun without sobbing and/or masturbating. I reread Sylvia Plath and ruminate on happier days when the world and our panties lay at our feet. I promised honesty. An ironic lie! Pinocchio wept. *** I suppose I could try to warn him that the pussy he is about to bury into is a sharp glass trap into Hell, but who would listen to a typewriter anyways. I'm not even a word processor. The girl on top of you, about to eat your cock with her pussy, made a deal with the Devil that she would be the greatest writer in the universe if she sacrificed men's souls. Nah, he wouldn't believe me. Soon it will be over. The moans, followed by the empty silence, and my ink will again run red with her stories. *** They finally sat facing each other, though it was just on a screen. Jackie and Kris had been chatting online for several months and had been working up to this day for most of that time. They had even had phone sex a few times. Both girls were naked and Jackie was a bit shy, but soon Kris was telling Jackie where to touch and what to do to herself. Kris was playing with her own nipples as she watched the excitement build on Jackie's face, until her entire body exploded in an intense orgasm. Good girl. Thank you, Mistress. *** Red hair adorns your pillow as a soft, bare mound, freshly shaven by your skillful hands, lies spread open, while arms and legs are restrained. Eyes are completely covered, a sleep mask fitted snugly around my head. Aching nipples stand at attention, captured by metal clamps. Your fingers deftly toy with my wet slit and its soft, pink folds. The vibrating wand teases my throbbing clit, which aches for release. My pussy is writhing with pleasure as electric currents pulse through me like a thrusting cock. My orgasm rips through my body, for everything you do is sweet erotic torture. *** Lying on a bed of poppies, our legs entwined, my hand gripped the back of his head firmly, pulling him closer as we kissed deeply, tasting one another. My other hand reached back and brushed across my wife's hip, coming to rest cupping her ass. I gave it a small squeeze, and she began nibbling on my neck. Slowly I turned my head towards her, bringing him along, culminating in a shared kiss between us. Our kiss continued for quite a while as we basked in the afterglow of our lovemaking, and our hands ran across each other's naked bodies. *** It's always the quiet ones. Those four weren't very quiet. Hence, the boner still visible in your pants, Jacob. Honey, this erection isn't from the impromptu orgy we witnessed in these woods earlier this afternoon. Is it from the pizza Claire ordered as a peace offering for interrupting our picnic with their exhibitionist escapade? Your cheeks in those yellow shorts are making my dick hard. Jacob! Why are you whisper screaming? Over in that poppy field. Is that yet another couple screwing out here? Blimey! Are we the only two people not humping in this forest, Honey? Let's remedy that. *** Mmm, warm! I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork. Ooo, cold! Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat. Our licks and sucks swabbed each other's nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. Sticky handprints decorated hips and butt cheeks. Crust bits tumbled as she straddled me on the chair, sheathing my stiff cock. Mmm, I love your warm homemade cherry cobbler! She ground herself to orgasm on my lap, receiving my cream filling. Chilled pumpkin pie next month? I can't wait, she cooed between sweetened aftercare kisses. *** With wings clipped, her halo slipped as she trembled with every thunderous thrust. Pumpkin candlelight flickered across her no longer innocent body and illuminated entwined silhouettes. The beast's hands gripped tightly to her waist as he ravenously claimed her as his. Her mouth was uncontrollably ajar as she fell from the heavens. Her sin. The curiosity to break a forbidden rule that no angel should ever. On this most sacrilegious of days, accept an invitation to dance with the devil. Hidden behind the veil of a mere mortal, he had deceptively seduced. A trick to illicit a most delicious treat. *** Was it the pentagram tattoo on her cleavage, or just another closing-time lust? Whichever, I'd let the beguiling bitch take me home. But it got weird she'd drawn a cutesy Jack-O-Lantern on my stomach, straddled my face, chanted ominously, and orgasmed hard. By morning, the orange ink, grinning lasciviously, had migrated. Jagged-toothed, he'd perched atop my mound, unfazed by showering, impervious to vigorous scrubbing. Come Halloween, his mouth ringed my ripe quim. A monster cum woke me. No Jack-in-the-box, just me picking pumpkin seeds from my quivering cunt. When li'l pumpkin is born, I'm guessing I'll call him Gourdie. *** I turned up at her house that night after losing the bet. My rules for Halloween, she reminded, moving to the bedroom. Clothes off now and eyes shut, she ordered. I felt her slide her warm, damp, perfumed panties up my legs. If you like those, she said laughing and stroking my cock, you'll love your Halloween costume. Open your eyes and see. On the bed lay handcuffs and a butt plug. Ready to be my boy toy for the weekend? I don't know whose smile was wider, mine or the carved pumpkin in the corner. *** Hello.'I was about to climax but stopped rubbing my clit when I saw who was calling. I felt a pang upon seeing the pumpkin on the chimney. Well?'Well, what, mom?'It's your 18th Halloween, and you haven't been able to cast a spell. It's your last chance to prove you're a witch! Your inheritance is at stake!'She hung up. My pussy dripped. I leered at the ceramic cat that should've come to life and screamed,Kaaatzen.Surprisingly, a thick smoke covered it and was replaced by a 6.5ft stud offering me a glorious erection. Trick or treat.' *** Her dark, taught breasts swayed above as she rode me, her moans echoing my own. You fill me up well, her dusky voice purred. The most beautiful girl in the club had taken me home for a nightcap. I can't believe I'm in your bed. More precisely, inside my pum-pum! And I thought you weren't interested! I was playing coy. Her broad smile suddenly seemed more pointy than I'd noticed before. Her hips ground into me. I was close. Ah! I'm ready! Ready? For our nightcap! Now? What are you going to drink? Her hungry eyes went wide. You, Pumpkin! *** She stands behind me, her nakedness pressing against mine. I feel erect nipples and wetness between legs. She breathes into my ear, edging my aching cock. Cum for me, love. Let it all go! I am close. She cups my balls and whispers, Good boy, and I scream in ecstasy as a week's denial explodes on the slice of pumpkin pie placed carefully on the chair before me. When I am empty, it is drenched in cream. Her wife, clad only in pearls, kneels, salivating, with hungry eyes and fork in hand. *** As the man fumbles and ruts I'm reminded of that old nursery rhyme, Peter, Peter, the pumpkin eater. Was this why he couldn't keep her? Three shallow thrusts and he rolls off, snoring within seconds, too drunk to realize he was barely even inside. Grabbing my dress, shoes, and the crisp bills from the dresser, I slip out the door. It's Halloween. He expects me home for a treat. The trick's on him. Hours later, sated and well fucked, I pick up the phone, type then hit send. You won't keep me in a pumpkin shell. We're done. *** An exclusive party was held at a French architectural mansion in the evening. The guests were enthusiastic about the nude game inside a maze outside. The game officiants explained the rules contestants had to locate hidden pumpkins and exit the maze with them. Also, to beware of attractive men or women trying to seduce them. Darcy had found a pumpkin and was trying to decipher how to exit the maze. She passed by male competitors having their cocks deep-throated by beautiful women. Suddenly, four tall, aroused men had emerged from behind the hedges surrounding Darcy. Cock galore, Darcy chuntered. *** Devin pumped his cock between the jack-o-lantern's jagged teeth. Giggling, Clara pumped her cunt on the curved stem they had carefully sanded smooth and covered with a craft glove's middle finger. As Clara's squealing climax leaked girly juice down the gourd's face, Devin's howling orgasm sent cumshots spurting onto the seeds inside. Down the street, their spouses and kids were participating in the neighborhood's carving and decorating contest, assured they'd be joined shortly when Devin got home from work and Clara returned from the store. Fucking a pumpkin instead of your neighbor isn't really cheating, is it? *** Trick or treat? the witch asked as I opened the door. She spread open her cape to reveal perky breasts and a glistening shaved pussy. Glancing down at the bulge that now tented my boxers, she smiled and said, I'll take that to mean trick. She sank to her knees, extracted my erect cock, and gobbled it down her throat. As she massaged my balls and inserted a slim finger up my ass. I pulsed and spilled my cum down her throat. I looked down at her and asked, Good haul so far, love? Myum. Three treats so far, pumpkin. *** Hours. Hours sitting on a hardwood chair, sitting in a growing pool of cum and sweat. Telling Deputy Joe my twisted story. Joe found me in the secluded pumpkin patch, alone. How? I swear it is all true! I know. You aren't the first. She was so soft, yielding, responsive. Then it was there. So hard. Where did her cock come from? We found it clutched in her hand, taken from the abusive husband she murdered. Then suicide in the patch. She said I would search for cock forever. You will. I do. Come home with me? PLEASE? *** For his birthday, he has requested a sixty-nine. I mount him, lowering my genitals to within his reach. His tongue goes to work at once. I stoop to work his erection up, guiding his cock with my fist into my mouth. He is dry, so I suck it hard to stimulate my saliva. Taking a breath, I lick his whole shaft. Behind me, he is brushing my clit. His strokes are firm. It feels great, so good that I'm losing focus as my arousal grows. My sucks are getting sloppy. This takes a lot more concentration than being pumped! *** Dimly lit by flickering pumpkin lanterns, the audience of Le Cabaret de L'Enfer watched with bated breath as each veil slowly slid off the lead dancer's enchanting body. Her movements were like those of an ethereal wraith hips gyrating, arms outstretched as if beseeching someone beyond eternity At midnight, on Halloween, the final veil dropped as she beckoned with a smouldering glance and outstretched finger from the stage exit left. The enraptured crowd followed her blindly. The cardinal glow of the sign above the exit, unnoticed: Exit Sinistra. Each grimacing face now etched on the sinister building's stone façade. *** Out of the window, perilously spread, her soft unfettered flank is a propitious shade of ochre. Between blackened smile and Pythagorean eyes emerge soft pink folds glistening in the sun's final rays. As shade darkens her perch, the pumpkin on the sill drools with anticipation. Soon candlelight will forge furrows in the ensorcelled twilight, guiding ghastly ghouls who seek to fill their sacks with delicacies. But she will empty them. Offering their seeds to the autumn gourd, they grunt through ghostly masks and gamely give themselves over to her dark altar, which turns tricks to conjure delectable gooey treats. *** We've been best friends forever, since we were kids playing little league ball. I've watched you grow into this amazing man I'm so proud of you! But lately when I hug you, I feel butterflies in my stomach. I wonder if you'll still be my partner in crime if I ask you to be my partner in bed. But it's a risk I'm willing to take. I'd rather be turned down than miss a chance with you. So, I take your hands in mine, and lean in to kiss you. You say, Bro, I thought you'd never make a move. *** They spread out amidst the flowers (Papaver rhoeas, he said). Waves of shimmering heat turned the blooms into a lush impasto, thick incarnadine whorls. High growths and grasses concealed them. Possessions sat by mute and offended, waiting for the attention they would never fully receive. Her insides boiling now, the sunlight roasting her brown, heaving back, the Bordeaux—no, they hadn't opened it yet. she thought she felt a passing shadow, a presence. The arranger of this scene? Don't stop now! he hissed, thrusting up hard. Merde! No, just prying angels, or maybe their sins become flying monkeys. *** What's with the typewriter? You were complaining about writer's block I thought it might inspire you. It doesn't, but I don't care. As long as I am riding your cock and watching your face, you can bring whatever you want. Flowers, typewriters, the sun, none of that mattered. What did was feeling her lover thrust his cock deeper while lavishing attention on her wide awake nipples. She missed moments like these. Beep-beep. The sound yanked her out of the fever dream. She hated the sound of her respirator. Her husband had hated his too before he left her for good. *** I celebrated my first manuscript by fucking my first French Communist. It was France during the Crazy Years, the Années Folles. American writers surged into Paris. It was Prohibition in America I arrived to enjoy the cafes and French culture after the First War. I fucked Pierre-Michel in a poppy field and considered myself emancipated. It was a lustful time in life. My young body gave pleasure where it found pleasure: men, women, and the people in-between. I fueled my libido on the Left Bank, as well as in the bedrooms of French politicians. The French Communists fucked the best. *** Those books and letters are fascinating. My grandfather must have died close to here. Yes, he does describe our ancestral farm, as mentioned in my grandmother's diaries. There's also that cryptic notation in the letters and in the diaries about visiting a farm. Do you think.? We'll never know, family legend is that grandma passed away in childbirth about nine months after the battle. Lisette, you are so beautiful. Oh, John. I took her in my arms, and we made passionate love consecrating these hallowed fields once more. The song of the larks filled the air around us in celebration. *** The morning sun rose and the evening sky cast deep shadows as we made love that day. The passion of our love was the only escape from a world gone crazy. We made love that final night and the war was over. Calm prevailed as you gave me your seed. We lay in the poppy fields that night just breathing life in. You were gone the next day, but the life you gave grew in my belly and I carried your child. Your son was born in the fields of red poppies. You gave me the gift of eternal life. *** Staring at his thick erection, she raised her skirt and laid among the poppy flowers grass tickling her pantiless bottom. Lifting her hips, he placed her feet on his shoulders. Eyes closed, she moaned aloud he grunted. Vagina gripping his phallus, penetration deep and complete. His fingers pinched her nipples red pinning her body down with his onto the poppy grass. Her hands grabbed the wet grass, and her face turned left to smell the poppy flowers. Pussy squirting, his erupted hot lava deep in her. She-Love you. He-Again? Consent was implicit. His cock hardened in her wet tightening pussy. *** It was my escape. I'd go there to think, to write, to dream. He worked for the farmer next door. One day he wandered over and it became a habit. We'd sit and talk for hours. Romance bloomed and after weeks of heavy petting, we finally gave in. Our passion burned hot as the red dress hugging my curves. I sank down, my wetness enveloping his shaft. His fingers tangled in my hair, our hunger was insatiable. August ended, 9/11 happened and I never saw him again. Every summer I return, gliding through the poppies, wondering what might have been. *** Editors Pick Soft moans accompanied the slow trembling plunge onto his hard cock. Her labia stretched tight around his girth as his swollen head raked along her insides until she bottomed out. Strong hands grasped her bottom kneading her crotch to his. His pubic hair grazed her hairless vulva sending tingles to her toes, and her face blushed poppy-petal red knowing her spread cheeks were lewdly displayed for any passerby to see. Her rolling hips and fevered thrusts slapped down hard until her cum-soaked pussy clenched around his throbbing cock and their sweat-streaked bodies collapsed, slowly cooling in the hazy floral breeze. *** It was the second year of college when I met Damian. He was in his graduate year. We were working on an assignment in a field of red poppies when Damian first kissed me. I had been teasing him all morning. I would adjust my skirt, scratch an itch just beside my C cup breasts, and finally broke his resolve to study when I sat into the accomplished yoga pose. His eyes were like fire and in a single bound his mouth was on mine. I pressed my breasts into him and deepened the kiss. Then it started to rain. *** Casting aside the typewriter, I curse my writer's block. Give up, write another story. Love scenes are too difficult. I lay back in flowers and close my eyes against the bright sunlight. I need a Muse. A shadow blocks the rays. My eyes snap open. A beautiful woman stands over me stripping off her dress. I'm transfixed by her white breasts, rosy nipples, and soft curls between her legs. She straddles me. Without words and begins to grind her warm pussy against the zipper of my jeans. Pleasure fills me. The words come to me now, and my Muse disappears. *** Edith gasped as Ralph entered her. They'd snuck away from the VE Day celebrations, behind the houses into the poppy field, sowed to commemorate the fallen of the last war. A Yank in uniform looked irresistibly handsome through beery eyes. Edith, recalled her brave betrothed, overseas. Ralph's semen spurted. Her pussy clenched, a tidal wave of bliss drowned-out the nearby revelry. You're a swell dame, he'd panted. Virginity lost, Edith eyed the nylons and chocolate at her side. Nine months later. Another reward. Edith's war-anguished husband stared in disbelief, at the brown-tinged baby in the maternity ward crib. Shellshocked anew. *** Damnit Nicole. Look at the mess you made me do. Now what are we going to do? We are going to be late again. Nicole heard these comments barely. Her head was clamped between this girls legs barely hearing anything over her moaning. Licking and sucking her clit and pussy so well, the girl was exploding all over her face. Nicole's not complaining. They were both enjoying it very much. Nicole felt the warmth of liquid hit her left shoulder and run down slowly to her tit. She knew exactly what it was. Rick had shot his load on her. *** Editors Pick We think 50% of the estate is a reasonable demand. I pause as my client arches her back, her breasts almost falling out of her designer dress as we sit in the lawyer's office. Well unfortunately for you, Lord Chatterley doesn't agree with your reasonable demands. A manilla folder slides across the table, photographs falling out of it. It's definitely her. Picture after picture of her naked, writhing with a young man in a variety of positions amongst the red poppies Who's that? I whisper. The fucking gardener she hisses back. That must be the most expensive fuck in history *** Poppy fields stretched across the landscape, towards the horizon. Two lovers in a passionate embrace laid on the ground, surrounded by a sea of poppies. His lover's legs spread wide, there was one flower he wanted to taste. With his tongue, he drew forth her nectar. A gush of sweetness came from her lips he lapped every drop. Please fuck me, she moaned out loud. Her lover rolled over, and she straddled his waist, she slipped and impaled herself on his cock. With a crimson sunset over the horizon, they made heated and passionate love in the sea of red. *** She slipped into the locker room unannounced before they even realized she was there. She stripped and strolled through, gently touching bodies as she went. All were surprised at first, but her touch settled any trepidation. They slowly followed her to the showers. She smiled in anticipation as she stepped under the water. They paused, partially encircling her, as she tantalizingly soaped up her body with moves that did more to enflame than anything else. As she rinsed off, she looked at her audience, picking out the redhead with the dark eyes. At a gesture, all her wishes became reality. *** I gazed at it with desire, I couldn't wait. My tongue touched the tip and scooped up the spot of moisture which had already appeared. Slowly, my lips slid along its length, savouring every moment. I drew back and let my tongue swirl around its solid girth, returning to the tip and sucking away yet more moisture. I ran my tongue from the base to the tip and back, all the way around it, stopping occasionally to swallow the mixture of juices that filled my mouth. I was in heaven. I was so hot. An ice-lolly never tasted so good! *** The erratic tapping sound entered my ears and pulled my attention to the middle of the poppy field. The tapping was soon replaced with soft moans and whispers as I approached. The young lovers were in a tight embrace as I dropped to my knees and watched the scene unfold. With a slow, elegant movement she swung over and straddled him, his thick erection disappearing into her folds as she lowered herself down and moaned loudly. My camera clicked once. As they both moaned and quivered I quietly made my retreat, taking the memory of young love home with me. *** The footage was brief. On second viewing, he disregarded the wild poppies dancing with the tall grasses and concentrated on her: dress bunched at her waist and energetically bouncing on a sturdy cock. He leaned back into the chair's padded leather. No sound. Your man was rather distant? Yes, Sir Charles, with a powerful zoom lens. He did well, he mused, studying the documents in his lap before placing them on the oak desk. Standing, he said, Fine, have the papers delivered to the young whore before dinner. And include a copy of the prenup. That should spoil her appetite. *** Flower field. Great red poppies. Her favorite. Bees humming. She loves it. I love her. I want her. I took her here. Our first time. She's never done it. We take our time. No need to rush. I want it to be perfect. For her. Seductive words. Ardent whispering. Fingers exploring. Sensual touches. Rock-solid erection. Drenched entrance. I need her. Can't go fast enough. Patience! Go slow. Her pace. She's in charge. She said she wanted me I be her first. Deep breath. Brace myself. Please go slow. My first time too, I plead. Devilish smirk. She fastens the strap-on. *** In Flanders Fields they made love, embracing the trenches which lurk between adoration and bereavement, between possibilities and impossibilities, between passion and prohibition. This is the end, my love, he whispered through her tears, as the soft wind shared their caresses. Then let this be a new dawn as well, she murmured, as his warm seed flowed into her, our secret – forever. A trimester later he was gone, mown down in the trenches between Ypres and Passchendaele. But as she felt a faint kick in her belly, she knew what no one else would ever know. And she smiled. *** I wore a retro forties style dress complete with traditional stockings and suspenders. Alain a vintage suit, double-breasted with wide lapels and a Fedora hat. Deep into the poppy field with its mass of crimson colour, we stopped at a fallen tree and I lifted my skirts and leaned forward. Slowly he eased my French cut knickers down, the breeze caressing my moist lips. I felt his heat and smelt his musk as he lined his cock up with my entrance. Alain fucked me hard, our act of remembrance for those who surrendered such pleasures that we might enjoy ours. *** I'd been watching the woman on the opposite balcony. Each morning she would strip naked and follow a yoga routine. I pulled a chair to my window and settled with my heels on the windowsill. I could see her lithe body glinting with perspiration in the sunlight. Knees parted I started to stroke my already wet slit. The large carefully chosen silver bangle on my wrist was catching and reflecting the sun. She looked across as my fingers went deep. Smiling, her fingers moved to her pussy. I had her interest, now to reel her in. Phone me I mouthed. *** Editors Pick It was a brilliant plan. Making love in a field of flowers. Romantic, right? Classy. My cock snug in her tight, wet heat, she sits astride me now, deeply impaled as she grinds out her third huge orgasm, crying out in ecstasy as tears stream down my cheeks. Beautiful, radiant in the sunlight, she hungers for another, that I can tell, and in my misery I try desperately to please her. I thrust upward and she comes again, and this time I explode inside her in the midst of a massive sneeze. Who knew I was allergic to fuckin'poppies? *** As I emerged from the water, the last of the sea's shivering cold waves washed over me, and the first flutters of the early evening offshore breeze caressed my naked body, bringing goose bumps to my arms and chest. Walking up the beach, my nipples were proud, still frigid from cold water's embrace. I neared my lover, his chiselled body flat to the sand, eyes following my walk as the setting sun's vibrant rays kissed my breasts and sex. I glanced down at his slowly swelling erection and knew I'd soon be getting something hot to warm me from inside. *** The field was bright red, poppy, I sometimes thought, what an evil word. Three years in the dusty poppy fields of Afghanistan, a touch of beauty when they bloom in such a desolate place. The colors in Afghanistan were mostly purple or white. Here, I laid in a field of bright red upon a red and white checkered blanket. The future Mrs. Staff Sargent bouncing up and down on my stiff cock. She had waited three years, with her virginity intact. Evidenced by the red running down her thigh. Now I was hers, and she was mine, always and forever. *** She wept, seeing Gallipoli chiselled into the cenotaph marble. No rose-tinted remembrances for those poppy fields. Sixty years hadn't wearied one precious memory amongst azaleas beside the billabong, they'd consummated love under the ancient red gum tree. He kissed her lips, licked her nipples and, amazingly, her cunny too. She moaned in ecstasy as his manhood impaled wet folds. Orgasms, wonderful orgasms, rocked her. His troopship left only love letters, constantly re-read, returned. Placing her commemorative lapel-poppy among other paper flowers, she whispered to the daughter he never knew, Family duty's been done. I couldn't bear a grandson to volunteer. *** You're so fucking beautiful, she whispered just before she kissed me. I, um, I'm straight, I stammered. That's what they say about spaghetti, but we know what happens when it gets wet, don't we? Grabbing my chin, she kissed me harder. Before I knew it, our clothes were piled on the floor and we were on her bed. Her tongue danced wickedly over my curves before settling between my legs. I saw stars as her tongue and fingers drove me to ecstasy again and again. I still can't believe that cheesy line worked. Yeah, neither can I. Love you babe. *** 1921 He lay, manhood bared, as she stripped naked among the poppies. Sweetly lascivious, she stroked his hardness, and kissed the ragged, scar on his belly. In this field, his blood, and that of countless dying young men had reddened the ravaged earth. In the military hospital he made his promise. And here, now, where poppies apologised for tragedy, his dear wife straddled him, and nestled down on his hardness, ecstatic as he thrust and spurted purposefully into her. She moaned, Your seed in me. I'll deliver. Promise fulfilled, he gasped. New life is conceived in this field of death. *** When she arrived home, he was already on her bed, naked, with her pillow between his legs. She dropped the bookbag and skipped her way to the bed. She crawled on, hugged him, kissed him. She curled into his arms. He ran his hands down her bare legs under her plaid skirt. He undid her tie, unbuttoned the white shirt. She laid on her belly between his hairy legs. He removed the pillow, making her gasp and grin. Fully erect, he lifted his legs and waited for his birthday present. With a tongue in his anus, his wife pleased him. *** We relax in the sun enjoying the fragrance of the poppies. Her left hand clicks on PUBLISH. My right hand tenderly wraps around my already throbbing shaft. I see the video window open and look down at it to ensure that I am presenting the best view to all the bored, horny people with nothing better to do during our depressing isolation but watch lonely people masturbate. Satisfied that my audience will approve, I proceed to provide them with a show of my own need, to be watched and to relieve my accumulated stress in the most pleasurable way possible. *** Her latex-clad hand grips my balls tightly, her hot breath flowing over my throbbing cock. Bound and naked, I ache for release, but I know that would mean punishment. No orgasms without her permission. I have been very good today as she has taken me to the edge again and again. Maybe, if I ask nicely, she will let me come on her catsuit. Maybe in her mouth! Please, Mistress, can I come? Her eyes narrow. I'm sure you can. But today, you MAY NOT! I sigh. I should have known a grammar Nazi moderator would be a tough mistress. *** She was beauty personified. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trespass. You aren't. Your name is? Orion, yours? Not the word, the meaning. Oh, it means great hunter. I'm Morning Star-Gendenwitha. Love me great hunter, our time is short. It was perfect, she rode me like we'd known each other for a hundred lifetimes. She was soft, wet, and tight. Her pussy fitted my cock like a glove. We rocked each other her eyes were starlight. I don't have protection. My love, Sosondowah, my womb will birth next year's children, like this time last year created those around us now. *** The little poppy, brave enough to emerge from such devastation. So many lives lost here. How many young men never managed to experience the love of a woman, build a life, start a family? Mankind is so slow to learn. We were going to wait, but for those buried here, there was no tomorrow. Come, my dear, lie with me, naked, amid the sea of red. Let us gaze upon each other. Touch me as you have longed to. Kiss me and steal my breath. Enter me and fill me with your love and seed. We will name her Poppy. *** Fully impaled with his thickness, she gasped. She looked down at his knowing brown eyes, the lips ghosted with years of intimate promises. She rocked her hips. A fever burned in his gaze. His cock surged. Every thrust blended the tendrils of sunset and red poppies with their past in a kaleidoscope until freedom, joy, and pain burst inside her. He drove deep, nourishing her with cum. She collapsed on his chest. His fingers trailed over her back. A heartbeat. Two. I will always love you, Lilah. Nodding, she nestled into him, wishing the baby in her womb was his. *** The sun was warm on her back, the scent of the poppies heady and strong. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to commit the smell to her memory. The cock inside her was big and hard. The hands holding her hips strong and rough, the fingers calloused. She let out a low moan as he thrust deep. He arched his hips and drove himself deeper, closing his eyes against the sun. She saw a fat bumblebee buzzing hurriedly, trying to find just the right flower in this field of crimson. As the bee landed, she felt him cum inside her. *** All I know is that she shrieked, OMG LOOK AT THOSE, can we stop? The second the car rolled to a stop she was out and in the field. The next thing WHAM and she was naked and I am laying in a field of poppies. I mean, not that I am complaining, turns out she was gorgeous under those clothes and very. flexible. She was aggressive but soft and tender. The best afternoon I had in such a long time but, Lady, I loved the sweet distraction still, we gotta go, the meter in my cab is still running. *** She needed more, much more as she straddled her lover as they lay in the poppy field. Kissing him, she undid his jeans, exposing his cock. He pulled her red dress up as she pulled his jeans down. She rubbed her wet pussy along his shaft as he lowered her top exposing her firm breasts. Her thumb circled the head as she ground her pussy along the rest of his now rigid length. She lifted and impaled herself on his rampant cock, groaning loudly. They both glanced at the lonely typewriter beside them as she giggled You feeling inspired yet? *** We had come to this field of poppies to work on our story. As I typed, she began to play instead. Lowering her dress to be on display, I couldn't help but notice as she played. I tried to type but she had other ideas. It wasn't long before she straddled my legs. I could see in her eyes what was on her mind. She reached for my zipper and released me to play. She stroked until hard before shifting to take me. She slid down my shaft to my delight. All thoughts of work passed right out of mind. *** Gaia came across him in a garden of red poppies. He was typing on an anachronistic typewriter with books at his side. She was surprised when he looked up and actually saw her — few ever could. He didn't look away as she came up to him. Without a word, she gently pushed him on his back and her top faded when she straddled him. His strong hands clenched her skirt as she mounted him. Her passion rose as she realized just who he was, she smiled and bent down to kiss him. She looked up, saying, At long last! *** Our eyes meet and my blood starts to hum, vibrating my whole body with need. Without even touching me, you set me ablaze. My pulse quickens and every fiber of my being needs to belong to you, my heart, mind, body, and soul. Your breath on my skin, as you lean in to nuzzle my neck, makes me quiver. Butterflies dance in my stomach and I become wet with desire. I need you more than I need air to breathe. Our lips finally connect, and we become one, while passion and heat consume us, as the embrace becomes raw sex. *** Grow up, Devin. Your penis isn't a magic fucking wand! You can't cast spells with it! For years those words have haunted me, stoking the fires of insanity. Yet, here we find ourselves, at world's end in a field of bloody poppies, penis wriggling in the drooling cunt of The Harbinger of Death, with salvation a typewriter's stroke away. When my moment finally arrives, I find myself giggling boyishly. With cock in hand, I give my penis a flick and a swish and paint the Devil's ass in garish cum. Abra-fucking-Kadabra, Karen, I cackle as the world burns to ash. *** We were neighbors in our school years went to the same college. One warm spring evening, you took my flower in a field of poppies. We made love till dawn, a night we would never forget. You promised to love me forever. Two years later, you took me back to the same field and handed me a typed-out note. It read simply, Will you marry me? I did not need to say a word. My face said yes. Holding out your hand with a diamond ring, you slipped it on my finger. We married in that field three months later. *** Editors Pick Dorothy yawned. Stupid magic poppies. Really, she should know better by now. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice. She looked around, wondering where Toto had disappeared to. The lion let out a burp. Not a good sign. Nor were her missing panties. She groaned. Not again. Goddamned Glinda. A glance down at her pubic hairs confirmed her suspicions. Glitter. What the fuck happened last night? She heard a nearby moan. Sure enough, there was Glinda riding cowboy on the tinman. Couldn't really blame her. He never went soft and he always had that oil can of lube. *** As the poppies blink away one by one, I'm reminded that nothing lasts forever. Not the sky above or the meadow below. The words I've typed and read in the books spread around me, and the pictures I've captured with my camera. all gone. I remove my hand from her as she sways naked upon my lap --red dress bunched around her waist, skin glowing under a sun already expired-- and grasp the last poppy before the light fades. Your session is ended. Please exit the booth. Nothing lasts forever. My hand remains clutched long after I rejoin the world. *** What's a typewriter doing in a poppy field? Madeleine asked. Look's like my Uncle Horace's, Chris answered his fiancee, Let's go. He was horny and impatient, eager to return to his family's farmhouse. A soft bed was waiting to host their first sexual encounter. There's paper in it, Madeleine remarked. She pulled it out and read it. Frowning, Madeleine passed it to Chris. It read, Seize today. You never know what will come. Chris looked up. Madeleine was smiling and unbuttoning her dress. Dropping the paper, Chris unzipped his jeans. He sank to the ground, pulling Madeleine down with him. *** Sitting in Flanders fields, Maria begins reading from Im Westen nichts Neues. Hearing her voice sets my heart aflutter. One-hundred years ago, both of us had lost relatives here, dying on opposite sides of a fruitless war. She catches my stare and the book falls in our embrace. Her electrifying kisses set the inevitable in motion. Time stops while love grows. Raising her skirt, she lowers her pussy onto my cock. Two gasps are heard as her virginity is given. Rolling-off me, her blood, mixed with both our juices, drips from her thigh onto the hallowed blood-stained field below. *** Sometimes I think you love that typewriter more than me, she mused, bent over, caressing his shoulders. I have a deadline, baby. Fuckin. editor wants a piece about these poppies and I got nothing. She swung around to straddle where he was sitting cross-legged. Scarlett-painted fingertips lifted her pale-yellow sundress. Her pussy, eye-level and glistening with arousal. She peered down to him and pinched her bottom lip. With her free hand, she reached below, dipped a finger deep between her folds then extended to feed him her nectar. Her clit was swollen and crimson-red. Maybe. you're not looking hard enough. *** As the guns fell silent, she slid her knickers down and sat astride me, grinding back and forth. Lost in the euphoria of a world no longer struggling to survive. In the exhileration of new opportunities, of making every minute count. Living without regret, knowing old loves end, but new ones will be found. On the eleventh hour she slid down my length, both lost in the ecstasy of each other. Not fucking in fear we might be next to fall we made love in peace. Taking our time, enjoying every kiss, every touch, building together, reaching paradise as one. *** It took her forever to find him, the backpacker's day off with the poppies. His American accent grated her father, as too his artistic soul and retro flare. Strutting into his picnic, she let him woo her with all that wasn't Tasmanian. Big eyes, attentive smiles, and tendrils of copper tucked behind her ear. His kiss stole her breath, his fingers her shirt. Jeans down, skirt up, she rode him bare, cradled in his worldly hands. His release was hers, not just from the sweet agony of their sex, but from the monotony of her life on her father's farm. *** Do you think we have two lives? Asked the outspoken, calculating, confident barrister. Her eyes looked at the painting on the bedroom wall. A field of poppies. A sensuous yet tranquil feeling permeated her body. Her breathing calm, her bottom raised, her soul – waiting. Anticipating. The wooden cane slipped between Melissa's puffy lips, coating it, teasing her before it was raised. She had such a perfect bottom. The movement was swift. The scream, echoing between the four walls, the pain, shocking, the heat, exciting. Melissa's breath left her wanting. You, of all people have to ask that? She replied. *** Editors Pick A breeze in the dark field, the earthy sweetness of poppies the same after all these years. One glint of moonlight made her eyes oceans or vast ancient forests. When inside her, dark starfires, violent rainbows. No experience, just feral young need. Her hair a fragrant curtain as she rode, squeezed, possessively absorbed my release. Her accent saying my name, lips trembling murmurs of a country, a dream so far away. I'll never forget the words. I want to keep you inside me for a little while. It's what was. What could've been after. Hoping we meet again here someday. *** While in Belgium, I met a German looking for peace. Our great-great-fathers fought on different sides during WWI. We went to Flanders where the Second Battle of Ypres took place in 1915. Armed only with a camera, a typewriter, books and paper, we set out to take up the quarrel with the foe. Instead of gas and canons he burrowed my trench with his peacemaker. He released his love into my waiting pussy so the dead could sleep. On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we made peace where the poppies grow in Flanders Fields. *** Work takes me to a city far from home. At night alone temptation hits me. Into an adult cinema I sheepishly go. Inside a huge screen shows hetero hardcore movies. In the front row, there is a single viewer lying on a couch. I watch from the back row as he masturbates with no shame. With a racing pulse, I go and sit next to him. Can I give you a hand I ask. Surprised, but appreciative he agrees. I roll a condom on him and for the first time ever I suck a man's cock. Now comes the guilt. *** Lounging in the poppy fields while writing my article was a very interesting idea. Thank you for moving our office space outside today. Micheal responds lovingly, No problem, my darling. I need to get this just right, I need to make sure no one forgets. With a tug of my dress. He pulls me on top of him. Feeling his hard cock between my legs, I start to moan. Just make sure to write about what's important. Remind them of what's worth fighting for. What is worth all this fighting for? Love, Micheal moans as he slides deep within me. *** He was gaunt and walked with a limp. She was beautiful, fresh, buxom. They walked slowly, looking for just the right spot -In Flanders Fields. They walked where the poppies blow. They walked between the crosses, row on row. They sat among the poppies, her skirt spread around her. Should we really do this? he asked. We should, she said, for you, for us, for them. He lifted her skirt, moved her red panties aside and entered her. She responded to his thrusts, felt him explode and then felt her own climax. Alone, opened her eyes and touched his cross. *** She surprised him when she quickly pushed him down onto the bed of poppies. And less than a minute later, he was frantically pumping up into her. Her nails scratched him as she clutched his chest and savored every thrust. She'd teased him for hours and now they were both on the edge, desperate for each other, desperate to cum. She cried out and her pussy convulsed around him. He pulled her mouth to his and just as their tongues entwined, his balls tightened, and he came deep inside her. Breaking the kiss, he smiled and murmured, Happy Anniversary, baby. *** Goosebumps. Shivers. All things I felt as Adam stroked a poppy petal against my clitoris. Brushed it up and down, coursing electricity through my veins. Lips of my vagina throbbing, clitoris swelling, like the flower in his hand waiting to bloom. Raindrops falling from the thick clouds. Dripping on my vulva. Moisture in the sky could not compare to the feeling between my legs. Adam placed the poppy on my thigh and set his warm tongue on my clitoris. Left. Right. Up. Down. The motion of his tongue, the ways the flowers blew around us in the storm. *** The wind softly blowing onto the fields in tempo with the birds serenading from afar. A good time for an afternoon walk. A woman's faint moan like relishing a pleasurable dessert in contrast with the man's groan like he is in pain lightly blends with the hissing sound of the grass. The sounds are getting louder by the minute. Groaning, panting faster and faster until a loud howling of ecstasy drives the birds to fly away. Standing behind the tree, she moans. Licking her own juice coated on her fingers while looking at the half-naked lovers in the flower fields. *** Pleasure and pain twisted transcendently, contorting with the curves of my breasts as he thrust. My head turned in an expression of ecstasy, screaming across the field. I clawed, drawing him deep to climax, dripping with desire as the devil pushed deeper, taking his due. My soul for this moment, remembering eternal his one-touch, damned to watch others with only this memory, celestial in one fleeing embrace. He filled me, knowing me as it finished, evaporating at his end to leave behind a brewing cauldron of sopping lust, cursed to watch in wanton wistfulness until the end of days. *** A quick look at the clock, it's almost time, He'll be here soon. Surveying the room, her handy work, she smiles. Candles lit, soft jazz wafting into the room, the toys in place. She is ready. Tonight is her gift to him, what he wants and she craves. Time for promises made to become memories. Her nipples are already hard, she knows she is wet but does not dare touch. His to explore tonight. The living room door opens, she's waiting near his chair. Just how he likes, what she needs. He is home, Shall we begin, my sweet one? *** That field in Flanders, where poppies still grow. Where our picnic blanket became something more. Lockdown was slowly lifting. Our minds drawn closer over the time we met online, and lush life was replaced with real life. We surrendered to our lust, making love there on the ground surrounded by crimson-colored poppies. Cyber space knows no geographic boundary when souls unite, she came from Scotland, I, from Germany. We gathered there, determined to consummate our needs in each other, in the place our forefathers also battled this same field, for love of country, not love of life, and love won! *** Been waiting long? Sergeant Major Olympia Flores asked, walking toward Melvin who was standing in a field of golden poppies. His slacks, jacket, and underwear neatly folded at his feet. Since noon. Olympia froze. Am I inconveniencing you? No, sorr-- How long!? Not long, Ma'am! Better. Now show me your pathetic little worm. Melvin felt the blood rush to what can only be described as his micro-penis. Sergeant Major Flores snickered, wound up and let her boot fly! Brutally smashing into Melvin's testicles, dropping him to his knees. He looked up, eyes watering. Thank you Ma'am. May worm have another? *** Two collaborating writers headed out to the field to find some inspiration. Just friends and colleagues, nothing more. He found a spot amongst the poppies and suggested they set up shop there. For fun, he plucked a flower and tucked it behind her ear, making her laugh. Was it the glorious sunlight? Or maybe the intoxicating field in bloom? Suddenly, they saw each other in a different light. When had she become so beautiful? When did he become so devastatingly handsome? No words were necessary, as desire played their guide. She rode him and brought them both to sweet ecstasy. *** Editors Pick Troy crested the ridge, orange light from the twin suns illuminating weary features. He'd made it. Survived. The meadow stretched below him, prize as yet unseen on the central knoll. Negotiating boulder-strewn terrain he plunged into grass, shedding clothes as he advanced. Fingers brushed red petals, hardening resolve, and manhood. At the knoll's base he knelt, plucked a flowering bud, offered thanks. His cock swelled as he crushed petals and climbed the grassy incline. Naked, his queen waited, legs splayed, ripe and inviting. He penetrated her, bestial cock thrusting to completion as she howled. One day their child would rule. *** Brandon Tyler had a question to ask his girlfriend, Amanda. He found a perfect location that was in a remote area. Amanda adored flowers. Amanda was an artist and would appreciate the destination he picked. It would remind her of a beautiful scene that her favorite artist had painted. Brandon was a writer and he brought a basket filled with food, his typewriter, and on the paper, he typed, will you marry me? She adored the place he set up. The ring was beautiful. She accepted his proposal. They made passionate love in the grass. It was a perfect day. *** Lily, he's beneath you. A worthless writer! I was wilting. My growth stifled by narrow minds. Now, I seek enlightenment in this field of poppies. His camera captures my restlessness his readings redirect my misguided soul his writings awaken my repressed longings. Bravely, I bare my bosom. Lifting my skirt, I slide down his manhood, wincing as the last barrier breaks. Slow undulations begin. Inhibitions leave. He feels my unhurried movements turn demanding. Our eyes lock as our bodies erupt and the evidence of my newfound freedom drips onto the soil. Father, forgive me, I blossom with him beneath me. *** It was such a lovely afternoon, Father, and the flowers were so pretty, and we just took off all our clothes and. You don't need to say it, my child, I know what you did. Bridget heard the familiar fap, fap, fap from the adjoining booth, followed by a gasp and the pungent aroma of semen. Say five Hail Marys and do try not to sin again, my child. Yes, Father. I do try, Father, but it's so . hard. Bridget left St Finbarr's briskly. Confessions were about to start at St Patrick's, and she hated to be late. *** Tracey knew I had a meeting this morning. She arrived at my office fifteen minutes beforehand. She crawled under my desk as they came in. She, Sher, pulled out my cock and sucked it like a pornstar, I almost couldn't hide my facial expression as I ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed it all. She tucked me back in. She licked her lips and smirked. My meeting was over, and they left. Happy birthday, stud. There will be more of that tonight. You can put it anywhere you want. Anywhere. How was I going to top this for Tracey's birthday? *** Tracey knew I had a meeting this morning. She arrived in my office fifteen minutes beforehand. She crawled under my desk as they came in. She pulled out my cock and sucked it like a pornstar, I almost couldn't hide my facial expression as I ejaculated in her mouth. She swallowed it all. She tucked me back in. She licked her lips and smirked. My meeting was over, and they left. Happy birthday, stud. There will be more of that tonight. You can put it anywhere you want. Anywhere. How was I going to top this for Tracey's birthday? *** She gestures to the typewriter, Why do you insist on using this old thing? The clicking gets me going. She unbuttons the front of her summer dress. I thought I got you going. She pushes her companion down and straddles them. Yes, but I'm always ready for you. They gesture to their crotch as she grinds against the hard plastic phallus, their breasts bound as hers bounce before her eyes. She slides the phallus in and moans, nobody ever gets her going quite like this. They make love in the sun. She passes them the camera. Click. They go again. *** Forty years old and he'd never done anything noteworthy. Then he met this farmer's wife blooming amongst scarlet poppies in fallow farmland whilst trying to write a young people's book. Honestly, young lady, I'm a writer, he insisted. I'll put you in my book, he pled. You'll be famous, he vowed. Your thick bush-whacker is magical, she asserted. It's like a cyclone inside, she cried. You're a Wizard, she averred. Sakes alive, he groaned. A veritable naughty witch. Mr. Baum, she begged, spunk my cock trap. Yes, my juicy darling. You'll be famous, Dorothy, he promised. He spoke the truth. *** He stares at the blank page—his typewriter silent. The sunlit field full of poppies where he sits should inspire, but the words won't come today. Then she appears. Her red hair and red dress evoke the flowers around her. She's stunning and smiling so sultrily. No words. She bares her breasts, drops his pants, lifts her skirt, and she rides him. She sways like the poppies in a mesmerizing dance of lust. It's pure heavenly bliss. She comes with a squeal, and he groans as he fills her. A final kiss and she's gone. His typewriter is no longer silent. *** Last letter. You open the Bronze Star and Purple Heart, placing them with care on your bed. Sitting and reading his yellowed last letter. At the bottom a drawing of red poppies and his last words. I love you. I miss you. I need you. Memories. That cloudless hot July day, taking you in his arms kissing each freckle on your face. His hungry mouth on your hard cherry nipples. Slowly riding you to heights of ecstasy, giving and taken. Never feeling so filled with love again. Folding the letter, poppy fields will always hold lasting memories of our love. *** Staring at my laptop, I wait for the green light to let me know you are online. It's been two years and we are still no closer to our meeting than we were that first night. Why am I so consumed by you? We've never met nor kissed? Though I swear I can feel your desire in your words more than I could with your touch. Staring into your eyes through my screen pretending this is enough. I am yours and you know this, just like you know I will not leave. For now this is enough, but not forever. *** Today, I looked into your eyes and saw you give up. Everything you ever held dear was now at my mercy. You jerked your head and tried to break away but you were caught in my grasp. Helpless, as I moved in predatory manner. Bodies close, my eyes hunting yours, waiting for your complete surrender. Your body relaxed as your limbic system took over, carnal desire seeping through your veins. Like a switch flicked, you tear at my clothes and your eyes focus on what you want. On me. I've never seen the hunted become the hunter so quick. *** She felt him bite her neck as he straddled her ass, thrusting. His fingers dug into her waist and he rolled his hips, grinding into her and triggering her climax. Her pussy convulsed around his cock and he groaned as he filled her with his seed. With a final pump into her, he turned his head and murmured into her ear, I love you. The man hovering in the doorway grunted, ejaculating onto the floor, just as his wife and his brother looked over at him in shock. Hey, I've wanted this for years, he said with a wide grin. *** I find myself reaching for my phone even though we both know I'm not alone. It's only a matter of seconds before you're making me smile. Just the way you always do. And only a matter of minutes before I'm pressing my legs together and hoping you don't notice the change in my voice. My heart's pounding loudly and my entire body is aching for you just the way it used to. I move my thighs together, panties already starting to grow wet and cling. I start to say something but stop myself, uncertain of your reaction. Maybe next time. *** Sitting on the sand, I watch the water crash onto the shore, then roll back out. Sandpipers run along the wet sand, trying to keep from being swept away with the tide. I close my eyes and see you lean over to kiss me softly my heart skips a beat. I want to feel your skin on mine and beg you to make love to me. I need to feel you inside me, your passion filling me, making me moan. The waves sneak back higher and cover my toes. I open my eyes and wish you were here. *** Oh baby don't stop, she cried out. He couldn't even if he wanted to. Julia was torturing him with her cunt. She worked it up and down his shaft faster and harder every second. She knew precisely what she was doing. I can't hold on, I have to shoot now! he exclaimed loudly. He shoved his dick up as hard as he could and buried it deep. The first strand released and then another and another. He was drained in no time. Oh my GOD! I am cumming! she squealed. The first of many Sex Therapy Sessions was now over. *** Be careful, I say nervously. I am tied to the bed naked. Lily is kneeling between my legs in a sheer black outfit, fangs bared. Vampire cosplay is one of her things. There is a wicked gleam in her green eyes. I won't bite it off, she says, grinning. With that, Lily wraps her full red lips around my erection and commences sucking. I climax hard, with Lily swallowing cum as fast I can give it to her. Lily crawls up and lays atop me. I feel her fangs touch my neck. Then they sink in. *** You must have been exhausted? Three flights, Tampa to Atlanta, Atlanta to London (overnight), and finally London to Glasgow. I was there to meet you as promised. I had good coffee ready. We drove for an hour and stopped for breakfast. You were hungry and we enjoyed our food. Another hour took us to the cottage I had rented. I ran a bath for you. While you soaked I got the fire going and spread a rug out in front of it. I closed the doors and shutters, put on some music, and prepared to give you everything you desired. *** I stripped her bare, made her wear my bra, suspenders, stockings and my high heeled shoes. I told her to sit and wait for him inside the gated entry to our home. He approached the house, cautiously, disapproving of what he saw. What are you doing here? he had demanded. I appeared from behind him, dressed just like her. I unbuttoned his trousers and made her suck his cock her breasts heaving. It wouldn't have been the first time it had entered her body. The after fuck was furious. That should teach her to leave her knickers in my bed. *** Skin to skin they lie, Only expected cake, he gasps She whispers, Two lonely people. I'm sevent— No ages. You've often brought cake. Your birthday. Your gift? Touching your breast? You've always ogled them. I wanted your touch. Yesterday, while gardening, you removed your shirt. You noticed? From my window. Moistened immediately. At this old body? Muscular, still. I longed to test. Just one stroke you said. My intention. Then you devilled my nipple. Bang, your sudden hardness pressed my thigh. Laughs, Fastest stripping ever. So powerful, orgasmic heaven. So wet, so hungry. More cake tomorrow? Could become habitual. *** Bend over, he growled, swiftly removing her soaked panties. Her sex clenched at the unmistakable swish of his belt being yanked free. Heat spread across her plump cheeks as he doled out her punishment. She whimpered when he dragged his nails across her tender buttocks and swollen netherlips. Hurry, she begged. Please! Freeing his cock, he gripped her hips, howling as he plunged into her dripping pussy, his thrusts frantic. Mine, he roared, filling her. Yours, she moaned. Feel better now? Yes, thank you. Next time, just ask. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped. Where's the fun in that? *** She stumbles upon it, living in the shadows. Her legs open to it, urged by her compassion. Tips glow with arousal. Appendages twist and rise to bind her arms and legs. Feelers circle her breasts before tightening around her nipples like nooses. Its ends drip and glisten, as more tentacles round her thighs. One loosens her asshole with tickles before burrowing inside. She sharply inhales, its largest dividing her lips, sinking deep inside her pussy. Tentacles shower her with syrupy spunk. Why isn't the curse broken? she asks. My bad, it smirks, licking her sticky gloop off its largest appendage. *** Straddling his face, I continue to grind. Don't stop, baby girl, Sylvester whispers in my ear. Yes, Sir, I moan, not until I cream on his hard nose. Grinding harder and feeling the vibration, I can no longer hold off my orgasm. That's it, baby girl. Moaning out loud while my legs shake, I collapse on my teddy bear. Looking up at my kinky boyfriend, I smile. I'm so happy I could indulge in your fantasy of what naughty girls do with their teddies. Grabbing his hard cock, he comes toward me. I'm not finished with you yet. *** Walking through the front door was confirmation to myself that things were going to change. Stripping off every item of clothing, I make my way toward the darkened room, feeling moisture between my legs as I move closer to him. I'm home, I call to the darkness. Seeing my husband's reflection staring back at me through the glass. This will be the last time, I whisper. After tonight I'm choosing a new path. Minutes later my fingers slip from deep within, sated from our last memory. I am finally able to move on. Goodbye, my love. *** Jayne yelled, Shut it down! How can you say that, look at her! Yea, six hours and counting. Her heart rate and BP have skyrocketed. She can't stop herself. Shut it down! She's the best damn assistant I ever had and this test may have ruined her and those sheets. It took two techs to stop Sandrah and get the vibrator from her hand. Even after that, she was crying for more, clutching at soaked sheets. I never thought a vibrator that self-charged from usage and never ran out of power would be a negative thing! Jayne said aloud. *** It doesn't hurt me, I find myself murmuring. Nothing hurts anymore, not the way it used to. I don't miss the way your lips felt as they pressed softly against mine, nor do I miss the soft velvet heat of your body cuddled up against mine. It's fine. I don't miss the way our hair would tangle together or the way you somehow made me smile on days I felt like dying. I don't miss anything because nothing in the world was meant to last. Everything is as temporary as the batteries in my vibrator, I say through stung lips. *** First date. Twenty questions to break the ice. My last question, risky. When you fancy someone. I started. Hesitating because I hardly knew her, but we were laughing. Get on with it man. Be brave. How wet does your pussy get? I shocked her, briefly. She smiled, got up from the table and took my hand. She shocked me when I realised. I rose to meet her and the kiss shattered our resolve. And here we are, retired, grown up children, the same pub with the same questions. I'm excited and wonder whether the answer will be the same! *** Glorious make up sex looms as my estranged girlfriend motions me into the ladies room stall. The door left ajar for well wishing voyeurs. I lean to kiss. No foreplay. Strict word limit, she advised. Panties ripped, tongues flutter like pissed off murder hornets. Fingers provide standing orgasms and ovations. My pussy was leaking like Motel Six plumbing. Now, officially our second date, lesbian protocal demands we cohabitate plus buy a cat. I forgot why we fought but she will remind me daily. With faces and toilet flushed we leave looking for a kitty needing two mommies. *** By the time I was twenty-nine I'd been scorned enough to know better. But I was weak and she was everything missing. It started off innocent, flirtatious bar-banter. Seductive glances that were blind to the diamond glint. Then we were alone and my arousal was nursing the sting of torn skin. Her cigarette-flavored tongue was buried deep between lips that could not taste. She took my mind to places I'd fantasized about so often, so vividly that even as I came, it hardly seemed real. When I awoke, the room was empty and I was back to wanting everything missing. *** Mind how you go, love, I heard the drayman say as I waited for the next barrel of beer to come crashing down into the cellar. I glanced up to see a long pair of legs disappearing into a very short skirt with a hint of red at the top. She glanced down with a smile as she walked into the pub and I looked forward to the end of my shift to see more. *** Recovering from shoulder surgery is a struggle, but nothing as challenging as removing a back-hook bra. The sexy light-haired nurse came in and saw me struggling, she stepped behind to help. Her hands lingered as she eased me out of my bra. When I pushed back against her a little those warm hands stroked my skin gently. I knew my fantasies after seeing her on my first appointment were reciprocated. Later! she said as she cupped my breasts and kissed my other shoulder just before the Doctor came in. Suddenly my shoulder didn't hurt so much! *** The red velvet cake sat practically untouched. Three fingers of icing had been scooped from its surface and spread on my erection. I remember the sweetness of us as she swallowed dessert. I also remember warm conversations between the pursuits of shared orgasms. We were adults within the four posters of her bed. It was a three-condom evening and a no-condom morning. Our breakfast was red velvet cake and coffee. She said Dave, this will never happen again. I nodded my understanding. My cell phone chimed. Mrs. Dave texted ??? I typed, Took the road less traveled. Will call soon. *** Wearing only her panties, she lay spreadeagled on the bed, her limbs securely bound to the bedposts. A blindfold robbed her of her sight, heightening her excitement. With stockinged feet, I crept silently into the room to stand peering down at beauty. Her stiff nipples beckoned me and a glint of moisture promised more delectable treats to come. With a touch light as a feather, I traced the curve of her body from nipple to juicy peach. She gasped at first, moaning louder as I moved down. All too soon, though, she would scream with rapturous pleasure. *** With this ring, I thee wed. Those few words began our marriage. But it was another vow, With this collar, I accept your submission. that began our life together. The first words made me a husband. The second ones made me Master. A Master needs a submissive just as a submissive needs a Master. Without light, there can be no darkness. Every winter has a spring. Her submission completes me just as my dominance makes her complete. We are bound one to another, inseparable. So tell me. who then is the true slave? *** Good eyes for bad moles. Huge reputation, I assured hubby accurate, though partial. The new dermatologist eyes up pretty nurses. Scuttlebutt suggested he's well-endowed. I undressed good physician eyes surely notice damp spots on panties. His skin examination professional, until my fingernail traced across chino covered cock. My come-hither eyes freed a thick long cock. Panties ripped off my leaking pussy was never so impaled with cock. No going back, his thrusts fucking ravished me. My first ever orgasmic squirt as he flooded me with cum. Best ever fuck, we both agreed. He consults from home I've booked Wednesday afternoons. *** The moon is full. Black clouds gather above as the cold winds blow outside. A chill runs through my skin. A warm hand caresses my back. Gathering me in his arms, holding me tight, he presses his lips for a kiss on the top of my head. His black wings enfold me. The dawn is coming. I have to leave soon, he says with regret. Trying my best not to break down and cry, I wrap my arms around his waist. Will you come back? The full moon is their witness. He slowly shakes his head. Not this time. *** Tight wetness on your shaft. Soft fleshy cushions stimulating. Clenching your glans. Rhythmic pounding on your lap. An exotic dance on your pole. Hips gyrating. A hand cupping your jewels. Gently massaging. A sweet tingle. Almost there. A few more thrusts. You close your eyes. Then. A moan. Pure ecstasy. Your head a blurred mess. You open your eyes. Alone. Dawning suspicion. Stained bedsheets. Just a dream. *** Sitting in my favorite bar, I gaze out the window and see this handsome man looking right at me. He walks in, seeing I am having a glass wine and asks, May I buy you another and join you? Having a fantasy of being picked by a stranger, I say, Yes, please. Moving to a back booth, he moves fast, putting his hand on my thigh, then to my pussy. I reach down and feel his hard cock, freeing it from his pants. We masturbate each other and cum. He smiles, grabs the tab, and asks, See you next week? *** I am anxious for him to wake up. Morning, honey. Do you want a taste? Before he can answer I lower my thighs, slowly start to fuck his face. I know he wants it, he begins to feast. I moan, groan, grind my cunt. I look down, watching my juices soak him. He slurps, laps and I quicken my pace. In orgasmic bliss, my thighs lock down hard. I smother his face, till my orgasm subsides. I lower myself, kiss his beautiful lips, smile and say, Happy Birthday, babe. Breakfast in bed, just how you like it. *** The bed still warm, where my husband lay. I'm without shame. Next to me, his golf-partner, whose name escapes me, sporting eager manhood. Young, handsome. Habit-forming. I crave them young, brimming with stamina, ever-ready. Irresistible. I am beautiful, they say. Though my body has seen better days. A gym membership, expensive surgeries, worthwhile. Otherwise, they wouldn't visit in their numbers. He pounds my cum-thirsty cunt, enthusiastically. His gushing seed, my fountain of youth. I climax! Young again! Restored! Afterglow fading, only seconds later, I debate my upcoming. My Italian stallion gym-instructor. Lush. Am I obsessive-compulsive, or just an old slut? *** I can't always see it when you text me naughty pictures of yourself to my phone, but I know there is a twinkle in your eyes. I see it when I walk through the door after work. That same twinkle gets brighter when I kiss your lips. I see it when you look up at me with my cock in your mouth. I definitely see that twinkle radiate when we fuck all night long. But the twinkle in your eyes is biggest and brightest when we make love and we cum together and we finish by saying I Love You. *** You know my weakness vanilla ice cream. You walk into the bedroom, your cock covered in it. I drop to my knees, my lips engulfing your cock as my tongue works its magic. Licking, sucking, stroking with my finger tips. My lips are tight around your cock as your hands entangle themselves in my hair, your moans turning to a low growl as your salty cum mixed with the sweetness of the ice cream fill my mouth. I sit back, licking my lips, a cum-ice cream mix coat my tongue and lips. *** I was a floor above her. I watched her every day as she sat at her desk in full view of my window. Each day, I locked my door, put my phone on hold, and took my cock in hand as I watched her. I would fantasize of stripping her bare. Then I would take her bent over her desk. As I watched, I stroked hard, imaging the fuck I would give her. I could hear her moans, feel her pussy tighten as she reached her orgasm. I never imagine more because my semen is already running down my window. *** James began his run, it was early morning, slightly colder and crisper than it had been recently. He knew the route and he was excited for what he hoped lay ahead. Clearing the paved path, he headed into the mature woods that formed the middle part of the circuit. He was polite to those regular runners and dog owners, but he hoped not to encounter any of them in the next fifteen minutes. He saw Sam ahead of him, she was leaning on a felled tree trunk. Her leggings were pulled down and she was fingering her pussy. *** I silenced my cellphone. My overnight bag held my clothes, my conscience, condoms, and red velvet cake. A Sweet Night with her was my choice. Opportunity opened the door. I stepped in. She wore a rose-colored apron a gold necklace disappeared between her breasts. Her scent? Heavenly floral. Naked and bountiful underneath, I leaned in to kiss her cheek. She took me on her lips. Your bag goes in my bedroom. There's an apron for you. There were flickering candles and a four-poster bed. A short butcher-shop apron. She arched an appreciative eyebrow and smiled as I returned with cake. *** Mark knew Linda six months – dreamed of dating her, romancing her, marrying her - before he finally went to make that call. Hey, why don't we go for a drink? No stumbling, no self-deprecation. Time to be firm. His heart raced as her phone rang out. And rang. And rang. She never answered. Linda was too busy with the boiler repair guy. The one she'd met an hour before, who scarcely knew her name. Loving every second. Hey Mark, life ain't no rom-com. Just ask the horny bastard who's fucking the shit out of your dreamgirl. *** I'm told all you plumber's have a special tool for. well, selective jobs. That right? he said, blowing into his mug to cool the steaming tea. Who told you that? A plumber, of course, she whispered, unzipping his jeans and slipping slender fingers inside. Hmm, commando. Ah, this must be the tool. She stroked the shaft. Can I see it? Do whatever you want to do with it. Bet you say that to all your grateful customers. He shook his head. Not since I married you. Good answer, she grinned. So, get upstairs. I've got a leak that needs attention. *** It was the most perfect blend of golden sunset hues, with a colour palette to mesmerise my eyes and beguile my senses. I watched transfixed as colours merged and morphed between deep amber, bright saffron and finally a milky straw yellow. The heat that had radiated over my body was otherworldly and all consuming, leaving me sated, yet in need of more. Eventually she stood, watching the last drops of the precious gift she'd afforded me, gently kiss my face and breasts before trickling into the warm sheets. Better? she asked. Much, I smiled. Until sunset again tomorrow, I hope? *** Lily leads me away from the path. I glance nervously around as the woods close around us. We reach a copse of trees and Lily turns to face me. With a grin, she hikes her skirt to reveal her auburn bush. Want? she says. I unzip, glancing nervously towards the path. Don't worry, Lily says, No one can see us. She kneels and takes my cock in her mouth. No one gives oral quite like Lily. Soon, I am aroused and eager for release. Lily rises and bends over. There are no nervous glances as I slide into her. *** Standing by the window wrapped in each others arms. Enjoying the view of the enchanting super flower moon, brightly shining in the starless night sky. Fireflies are like stars below. Flying around the lovers as they kiss, surrounded by a magical glow. A storm is brewing between the lovers as their kisses turn from one passionate kiss to another, igniting a fire within their souls. He lifts her up and carries her back to bed. Slowly they vanish into thin air. The orchestra of crickets, plays in the background. The night is perfumed with the scent of Jasmine. *** I was stunned. I didn't know who to talk to about the invitation I received. It was from a woman in my office. I wasn't taking it to HR. I wanted to protect her. Can't talk to anyone. Hi, Dave, I'm inviting you to a Sweet Night on Friday night. We'll have dinner and NSA sex. Pack an overnight bag. RSVP preferred but not required. These things happen to other men. Not ordinary men like me. Opportunity's knocking. oOo Mrs. Dave? Out of town. My overnight bag? In my hand. My conscience and I? On her doorstep. My cellphone chimes. *** I woke that morning to my girl bobbing up and down on my cock. Feeling playful? I asked. Mummph, she replied. I rolled her over and thrust my steel-hard cock deep into her warm, wet depths. Oh God! she cried out. It would not be her last reference to the Almighty that day. I made use of all her holes as we fucked wildly and passionately, like two horny teenagers, stopping only to replenish our dwindling energy reserves. Between rounds, we cuddled and kissed until our lust overtook us again. It was a glorious day. *** Bill and I had been swinging for five years when we were invited to a sexual soiree in our hometown. I hadn't spoken to my step-parents since we left five years ago, as they were not happy with our nudist and swinging lifestyle. The party was in full swing when we arrived. We were quick to participate a long kiss here, a blowjob there, sucking on a few tits and receiving tongue lashings everywhere. Jack, Bill's brother fucked me from behind, while I sucked Paul's big dick. Suddenly, Paul made room for a strange pussy for me to lick. Mom! *** Early morning and I slip out of bed and into the shower. I am sticky and sweaty from last night's lovemaking. You are still sleeping. The warm water and soap cleans and revives me. I emerge naked from the bathroom and start to think about getting dressed. The tangled duvet barely conceals your naked body. Your legs and a little bit of bum are clearly visible. I feel myself start to get hard. I run my hand gently down your back and onto your bum. I feel you stir and respond to my touch. I might be late today. *** They emerged from the brush and stood on the plateau overlooking the valley. Splashes of fiery oranges and yellows painted the evening horizon. She held him warmly. This is where you undressed me and asked me to stand in the open, naked, the sun setting before me. You told me how beautiful I was. Then we made love, not for the first or last time, but I'd never been freer or more alive. She touched him gently. I wanted you to know how I felt. Just before the sun finally disappeared, she opened the urn and set him free. *** Come and have a look at whether Kimmi has mended her ways. I, her dungeon Master opened the door to my invited guests. See how she crawls to me, her dungeon Master when I leave a trail of chocolate. Using only her mouth, she gathered her favourite chocolate. Oh, the hunger in her eye as she licked her lips when she came eye-level with my crotch. Her dirty thoughts slavered when she focussed on me, the dungeon Master. Her pussy, evidence all on its own. You would smile to see her earlier spanking only increased her wetness. *** Naked, thighs parted she is irresistible, as, beginning her mind dominating game, she asks. How do you like your red wine? Her glass held delicately over her belly, I respond, Flowing. Go fetch, she hisses, allowing the contents to trickle. My tongue sips and licks a red stream over gently curving belly, down into her pink gully. I lap keenly along moist labia and fused petals of her. Wine is quickly dispensed with, and she moans as my tongue, eagerly imbibes at her leaking entry, discovering the absolute intoxication, the true alcohol of her power over me. *** Water cascaded over her body, droplets trickled along sensuous curves. She rubbed the bar of soap over those voluptuous breasts and the trail of foam covered both nipples. Soft moans were heard as the bar slid down to her stomach, circling around the deep innie. Over and over, the bar swirled from breasts to abs. Golden skin was covered with a layer of white foam. The moans grew louder as the bar seemed to float down to her mound. The bar slid along the slit faster and faster, her body shuddered as she came. Then I heard, Get in here. *** She tripped on the lift door sill and fell into my arms. I enjoyed that do you feel like a drink on the way home? If you are buying. Three cocktails later she was purring like a kitten. Another drink? I want cock, not tail now. Done. The sooner the better. An hour later we were laying naked on the bed having filled her with the love potion I had made especially for her. What are you doing this weekend, I asked. More of the same? she replied. *** His wife's writhing portended her impending orgasm. His thrusting quickened, her legs wrapped tightly around him, holding him in her until the last possible moment. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room, as she pulled him tightly to her heaving breasts wave-upon-wave of pleasure overwhelming her, taking her to Nirvana. Her angelic face said it all for him. He was no longer the man she had married. War had changed that forever. But his love for her was greater than ever. He would do anything for her. Thank you Lieutenant. You're welcome Sir he said, saluting his former commanding officer. *** The first kissed and licked my engorged labia the second tongue fucked my star. After the third had ridden and then cum on my face, I looked up at the growing line waiting to enjoy me. Some held collars and leashes one had a set of nipple clamps and another an anal hook. I was tingling in anticipation when the next in the queue took her place between my spread legs, the thick, purple strap-on swinging pendulously from her crotch. Do it, I panted, beckoning her with my eyes to push it deep into my wet, needy sex. *** Fresh from the shower, I slip into my robe, grab a glass of wine and step out onto the balcony. Across the way, movement captures my attention. One hand slowly strokes a thick shaft. Licking my lips, I can almost taste the drop of fluid gathering at the tip. The hand moves faster, his eyes meeting mine. Join me, he mouths, the hand becoming a blur. My robe falls and I touch myself, soon teetering on the brink. More movement and I realize he's not alone. My phone pings. Wanna come over? We're just getting started. Be there in five. *** There is no foreplay. A bent-over body spreads legs. How did I let this happen? I think before lust betrays me. A seasoned cock stretches a tight, young pussy before the real fuck begins. Strong emotions fuel the pounding. The desk screeches with each thrust, like nails on a chalkboard, masking our moans. Cock pummels. Pussy grips. Eruption. We cum together dismissing for a moment why we are here. Now you will forget you found the video? I ask, zipping my trousers. What video? she says as she struts out of my classroom, relishing in her firstAin blackmail. *** Spent. I lay beside you, both our chests heaving as our hearts pounded and seemingly tried to escape. Our breathing was deep as we both recovered. Was it the distance? Was it the time we had been apart? We had both known exactly what to do, both known what each other liked. There had been no hesitancy, no uncertainty. We closed the door of the room and were in each other's arms. We were hungry for each other and we feasted. Who said it first? Does it matter? It is so good to finally meet you. *** Kimmi pleads, The pen removed, the cuffs applied, in red or black? her only need. And she chose red, the naughty girl, she knows the cuffs will be her strength. For I'll not spare the rod nor spoil the child for lack of spanking nor will I miss. This willful maid has come to this, so to atone for utter bliss. Lock up in lock down, and I have the key to furl. No more for her to spew her words, that make my demons hair to curl. I'll spank and spank, and spank some more. *** They have twenty minutes. It's all they could steal. There's no time for romance or foreplay. They've gone without for too long. He drops his pants. She lifts her skirt. That's as long as they'll wait. Their coupling is frantic—almost violent. A clash of bodies, screams, and growls. Soon she's coming so hard that she's light in the head. She drops to weak knees, and he erupts down her throat. They needed it so bad, but it barely quells the hunger. A quick wash. A mint. A lingering kiss. Then it's time to go back home to their spouses. *** I'll do it, Daddy! Mary Lou, I've never seen a girl love to mow so much. I climb onto the seat and sit idlin', revvinup my engine. My twat's ignitininside my daisy dukes. I'm off, squealinas the vibrations tickle my bottom. Woohoo! The bouncinseat really pounds my pussy good. Leaninforward, my clit gets a good rubbin'. I'm doindonuts . hard to mow a straight line. I lose control, creaminmy seat. I unclench my eyes to find myself in Mama's garden. My bottom stings thinkinabout the switchinI'll get. But, it's worth it. *** As the remains of his orgasm dried on the sheets, he rolled over to the other side of his empty bed. His screen froze on an image that used to bring him pleasure, now only barely a release. He told himself over and over again it was just a fantasy, but she said he was different, maybe special. He slowly got up to prepare for something he wasn't completely sure of, but the Lady was irresistible. He had to see her again! The dark places win again,he thought as he dressed in his dark-cowled robe. *** I was on heat, heart-racing horny. I grinned over my shoulder at them. Climbing on top of Carlos, I felt his cock pushing into my wet cunt causing me to gasp out loud. Immediately, Sebastien filled my mouth with his burgeoning cock head, pushing it down my throat. The heady action causing my bottom to push backwards and that's when Leon's black cock fucked my arse stretching me. My body, suspended between erections. Fuck me! Someone cried out. I realised it was my husband's voice, home from work? But – he took the words right out of my mouth! *** Okay babe, let's show off your skills. I'll hold the wheel you get it out. First get those shorts off. Your dripping puss needs to be on display. That only took a few seconds. Then grabbing the wheel, he popped to attention as I freed it. Mouth-watering! Now for the show! Spreading across the console, ass window height, my mouth engulfed him as his finger slid into me. Honk! Honnnk! The first of many more to come from semi after semi we passed, my head bobbing, his finger fucking me. After numerous honks of delight, he released. Yummy! Mission accomplished! *** Natasha Green was the nanny during the day. At night, she became Mistress Natasha. They would meet in the basement where she would inspect him and give him the necessary spankings that he enjoyed. His buttocks would be red from the pain she inflicted on him. Afterward, she pushed her latex cock deep into his butt. She rode him like a horse. She continued to spank his sore buttocks. His cock was ready to explode. He waited for her to speak. Come for your mistress! He came! He enjoyed their game. Natasha enjoys the money. *** Soft, wet kisses on both sets of lips everyone gets a turn to be the giver and the receiver. Hours and hours of limitless pleasure, where passion knows no bounds. Fingers play deftly over tender pink folds that glisten with desire and ache with need. Skin against skin, as nipples brush against each other, creating exquisite waves of arousal. They've been an intimate trio for as long as they can remember, with no egos or jealousy or pride. Simply lust and love and erotic play, with one of each flavor, time after time. *** He's not her type. It was just a mercy fuck—a favor for a friend. Now she can't catch her breath, and she's coming again. Their date—once a chore—turned on a dime. She was faking it—until she wasn't. His shy charm and thoughtfullness tugged at her heart. When she suggested going to his place after, it was no longer part of the plan. He's hung, and he lasts. Her best sex in ages. The look in his eyes as they cuddle makes her feel desired, not used. It's been a long time. No need for ride. She's staying the night. *** I met you just a month ago on my morning walk. Stunned by your beauty I asked you to join me. We spend every moment we can together now. I never knew love with a woman could feel this way. Our lovemaking is incomparable to anything I have ever known. Your lips locked on mine is what heaven must be. Your tongue on me sends shivers and tingles all over my body. Our favorite thing is to walk hand in hand together as nature intended us to be. That is how we met on the trail of love. *** Two lovers, wrestle as one. Twisting, turning around each other. An intense, irresistible force pulls them closer-and-closer together. Space and time pass faster-and-faster, then are forgotten as their bodies contort. Caught in the vortex of passion, neither can escape the attraction that draws them closer. Soon, they pass the event horizon from which nothing escapes. In a moment, he is drawn into the swirling vortex. Everything blurred. His cock is stretched out beyond belief from the power which draws it nearer-and-nearer until, finally, it is sucked into the black hole that is her pussy. There's no escape for them now. *** Lily's tongue caresses the mound of ice cream atop her cone. Her hand holds the cone tenderly, the way it might hold the shaft of my cock. I imagine Lily's soft, moist tongue stroking the head of my cock the way it strokes the ice cream. That image makes me shudder. Locking her gaze to mine, Lily smiles. Her lips part, then close on the soft, sweet treat. I visualize those lips on my cock, its head disappearing between them. Lily starts towards home, still licking her ice cream. I follow, envying it. *** Lie down on your stomach and your masseuse will be right in. Let me dim the light. Soft hands caress my back making my cock twitch. Teasing up the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh. She circles my ass cheeks before a lone finger runs down my butt crack and circles my anus before fondling my testicles. On your knees, handsome! I kneel and raise my butt as she grips my cock and milks it. Pre-cum oozes from the tip. The moment of truth arrives and cum streams to puddle on the table. Couldn't resist, could you? my ex chuckled. *** Keys click. Deserted welcome. Scalding tears and suds purge her dutiful whereabouts. Beloved mom. Finite, fading. Just like his understanding? Last week's soiree haunts the steam-curled solitude: carefree flirtations, a predator's perfume.amuse-bouches for a life-starved husband. Her eyes burn with soap and premonitions of rented release. Sylphlike fingers surround stiffened neglect, guide its escape from guilt. Engulfed, meteoric forgetfulness floods surrogate warmth, new affections deepening with each thrust-- Exhausted but presentable, she wanders downstairs. Supper won't wait. Her breath catches. Fresh flowers, savory aromas. His heart-skipping smile. Shame and relief anoint his shoulder. I've got dinner from now on. *** The girl next door caught my eye it was like clockwork every-time she sunbathed topless by the pool.Damn, she's heavenly perfect and hot.' I watched silently from the vantage point of my flat. My cock stirred and stiffened at the sight bestowed before me. She knew I was there when she bit her lip and stared blatantly towards my flat. She played with herself, and I tried to get a better view, but I slipped and made a sound. I regained my bearings and looked out, and she'd gone. Then I heard the doorbell. *** Jasmine stood there, slowly stroking herself. Her friend was sitting on the bed holding her own, now very soft, cock. They both looked at Doug as Jasmine said, Do you really think you can go back to your vanilla sex life now? He looked back at them, his face thoughtful, then his eyes dropped to Jasmine's slowly hardening cock. The three of them knew the answer! *** Dark skies rumbled. We dashed, puddles avoided, clothing drenched. Down here! he cried, above the storms turmoil. Shelter, a darkened, roofless entry-way. Breathless and bedraggled, we laughed. We kissed, his hand groped my heaving breast. Not here! I gasped. His zipper pulled, as lightning flashed, my husband's rampant cock revealed! Some nearby footsteps. Someone could come! I stressed. His face amused. Panties tugged aside, resistance was futile. Boosted then lowered, entered, unready. Rain spattered contorted faces. Thunder roared. Our crescendo lost on the wind, contested the raging storm. As his cock surrendered its heavy load, climax claimed my plundered cunt. *** Sassy, sexy, and sensual, dressed for fun in heels and lingerie. Touching soft, supple skin with delicate fingers. Probing and playing, taunting, and teasing, enjoying decadent pleasures. Hands laying claim to tantalizing flesh, while arousal becomes evident to the touch. Penetrating, licking, sucking, and nibbling, reveling in erotic desires. Each lovely flower gets a turn to be plucked and tended to, to indulge in carnal delights, and to reach gratification. Tongues will perform provocative acts and be rewarded with sweet nectar, until hunger has been sated and thirst has been quenched. Blonde, brunette and redhead girls just wanna have fun! *** Her thoughts digress as she eyes his leather belt. Would he spank her with it? Daydreams darken the bright room, his words behind frosted glass. Musing what desires keep him up at night. Chivalry didn't die with him. Does he take it to his bed? Abandon it with beauty? Is he capable of being raw? The veins along his muscled arm pronounce themselves, handing her the manifest. She wonders what his skin tastes like. What hides behind that constant composure. Would he fuck her throat raw? Moan as he came? Something on your mind? her boss asks with a smile. *** The phone jangles me from my post-orgasm sleep. I need to see you. Hotel bar. Only two hours since we said we'd never meet again. Slipping on sweatpants and shirt, slippers, hotel robe, I navigate there. Handsome, no, beautiful man rises as I enter. Dave, he says. Frisson-filled handshake. Eyes downcast, Ann murmurs, invite us up. --------- Door closes behind us, my face quizzical. After two atonement BJs, I confessed. He wanted to meet you. I wanted to spank you both. Now I just want to watch. --------- No spanking. Just a licking for Ann. And then for me. *** That's right, focus all your attention on the shiny apple. It's called the fruit of sin, but this one is much more than that. it's the fruit of trance and blissful mindlessness. You know this is true. Now, tell me your name. cooed the green-eyed naked brunette, a python wrapped around her bouncy breasts. A-Adam he stammered, his eyes vacant and his cock dripping white on her curly toes. Isn't that funny? I'm Eve, but you may call me Mistress. Crawl to me! she commanded. The helpless man complied, his thoughts dissolving one by one. *** Malignant murmurs quiver in my eardrum, her hand squeezing tight about my throat. Trick or treat, pumpkin? Unintelligible sounds wheeze from my gag stretched lips to dribble incoherent down my saliva-soaked chin before splashing on sweat-sheened, heaving breasts. Treat? Vibrations ravage my cunt. Merciless, insistent, demanding as stretched and restrained I twirl atop the wand's relentless caress. Soup-minded as orgasmic waves cascade. And Trick? Cattle prod sparks fly. Writhing, sobbing, drooling. Lost and mindless. Screaming into the rubber sphere, rope abrading, wrists red-raw, as marionette-like I convulse for her entertainment. Happy Halloween, pumpkin. Yes, a happy Halloween indeed. *** Carving pumpkins got the best of us. Wet hands and the sweet, earthy smell in the air, the pads of our fingertips teasing out slippery pumpkin seeds. All I could do was walk away from my Jack-o-lantern and put my hands on her, trembling as they tugged down her jeans and pushed up her shirt to expose her to me. Lifting her hips onto the messy counter, her athletic legs opened for me, fingers in my hair, face wet, everything wet. It didn't take long enough, but at least we finished our carving. In the end, we were all smiling. *** Heart flutters and repressed fantasies surface when I see him. He looks up, shock, recognition, a smile. You fixed my dishwasher. Yes. I thought you would kiss me that day. I wanted to. I also hoped you would touch me inappropriately. Ah, I will be home alone tonight. Safe from Halloween Ghosts roaming the streets? The back door will be unlocked. No answer. Worry. Kiss me. Blouse loosened, breasts unfettered. Touch me. Ragged breathing. Calloused hands welcome on soft sensitive flesh. Relief. Elation. Arousal. No house lights. Follow the trail of candles to the pumpkin lantern. Okay. *** The predawn sunlight woke her. Her lover was warm. He shouldn't have been warm. Last night, even in the throws of violent passion, he had been cold. She heard the sound of a glass vial hitting the floor. Ah, the pumpkin vial from the gypsy witch. Drinking the paralytic had worked then, and she hadn't died after all. She looked at her lover. He was still paralyzed from drinking her blood. She fell out of bed, and as she crawled naked across the floor to safety, Lady Ella smiled. This monster killed my mother. Now, he will meet the sun. *** It was late and still no costume. Searching the house for something sexy to wear, stumbling upon a wedding dress and bridal lingerie. She looked absolutely stunning in her costume, the short dress that cascaded down her body, gently rubbing against her silk lingerie. The night was full of fun and laughter. She mingled, danced - found love. A tall, handsome guy who gently caressed her body, grabbing her pumpkin-shaped ass. When it came time for them to consummate the marriage, she felt a rush of excitement, and together, they reached a dizzying climax, even finishing before midnight. *** The candle-filled pumpkin eerily illuminates the fog-covered ground. Emily subliminally stirs as the blast of air rustles the sheers. Coldness surrounds her as the dark shadow coalesces, emerging as man sublime. Filled with overwhelming desire, she exposes her innocence. Strong arms pull her against a dank body without a heartbeat, staring into blazing red eyes. Gasping, her body stiffening as she is entered for the first time. Screaming, his burning seed fills her. Morning awakens her from the nightmarish dream of being Satan's newest bride, impregnated with his child. Then blood and semen-stained sheets bring reality. *** Can you help me with my Halloween costume? she pleaded. My sexy Spanish neighbour needed help. She was lying on my sofa in just a lacy bra and knickers. I had pumpkin based Halloween henna tattoos. I started on her back, arms, and legs. Then breasts. The process was fiddly, and I couldn't help someless than appropriatetouches. After about an hour, I counted some thirty-eight tattoos on her body. But I could add no more. Both of us were very aroused. Horny. Needy. Oh sod it! I said. I couldn't resist fucking her. She didn't resist either! *** Carved into a massive pumpkin, glowed the outline of a half-naked woman a portrait of Miss Candy, the mistress of the house. The jack-o'-latern glowed as I rang the doorbell under the Adults Only sign. She answered with silk and lace, cleavage and hips exposed. Trick or Treat? My voice trembled. As she gazed up into my eyes, Miss Candy unzipped my pants, seized my hard cock, and paused. Treat? She purred, waiting. Please. She pushed me against the wall before treating me to my greatest fuck, which lasted long into the Halloween night. *** It could have been anyone, but it was somebody. A dark night, a street he emerged as witchcraft. Everything I needed, but I didn't know. Mysterious and impetuous, without saying a word, he took me as his own. The naked sword blossomed my flower. Fear and desire. Guilt and impulse. Being possessed in secret. Intense. Immense. Deep. Hot, sharp and humid. Only I moaned, only I suffered and laughed. Scared and in love. Flooded me with your seed. It disappeared like a spell. Without a word he left me fascinated and pregnant, on that street on a dark night. *** Tell me how it was. Yes, but don't interrupt time for questions later. Go on, please His ship had a cargo of apes and oranges. My tits were pale melons for his hands to squeeze, as he ironed out the wrinkles you ,left in my cunt with his black bone. Then as I lay, wide and full of seed, he razored a few of my pubic hairs to keep like contraband in a rusty tobacco tin. How do you feel? Ruined for you, husband. Like you wanted. I brought home a story for you to wank over then write down. *** Melissa opened the door just as the spotty sixteen-year-old, complete with a pumpkin under his arm, was about to knock. Trick or treat, he announced. Melissa peeled her coat from her body. His eyes bulged, his mouth dropped open and the pumpkin crashed to the floor. You choose, she said. T–T–Treat, he stammered. Melissa dropped to her knees and blew his cock for fifteen seconds before his soothing spunk slithered down her throat. She hoped the next one would say trick because she was dying to reveal the cock straining inside her excuse for panties. *** Whoa there, big fella. No dickie. No entry. Stymied on the veranda, the conflicted monster grunted. With Timewarp blasting through the party's haze, the monster cautiously scanned the sorority's grinnin'-and-twinnin. knob goblins before whipping out little Frankenfurter for inspection. What unholy thing's that? Mary cooed. It's fucking green. Balls too. Talk about costume commitment. Sis, I think we have a weiner. So Frankie, wanna tap some Hungarian ghoul ass? Shelley asked as each cock troll modelled their curvaceous gourd. Maybe makey some pumpkin cream pie? Mary added. Me. Fucky. Gob-lins! the stomping monster excitedly bellowed. Me. LOVE. Pie! *** We entered the women's boutique so Brittney could get more candy. Hi Gregg, said Debbie. I was sorry to hear about your wife's passing. As we talked, Brittney yelled, Grandpa, we're leaving. I'll catch up, I said. Debbie invited me to her office for coffee. Cute pumpkin t-shirt, she said rubbing my cock. Let me ease your pain. She dropped to her knees. Witch Debbie licked, sucked, and slurped until I knew it was time. Swallow it all, I whispered. Minutes later we walked toward the front door, hand in hand. Debbie smiled, Cum again. I winked, I'll be back. *** Stop squirming. Ankles wider. Better. A base layer of crushed ice. One part cranberry juice. One part orange juice. One part yummy, yummy vodka and two parts peach schnapps. I had to go and buy a bottle of peach schnapps. Now doesn't that make you feel special. Glass cocktail stick to stir and then garnish with an orange slice and cocktail umbrella. Now that does look appetising. Ohhh, do stop humping nothingness. You'll spill it. Tongue lapping to taste. Yums. Quite intoxicating and addictive and those five parts of cunny juices certainly add a piquant je ne sais quoi. *** From the moment we set eyes on each other there was an obvious electricity between us. That gaze that we held just a little bit too long. We took our places in the line and stood the required two meters apart. You knew what you were doing and I'm sure you knew I was looking. Did you really need to tie your trainer laces three times? I got home hot and aroused. I relieved myself thinking of you and wondering whether you felt the same way. Were you just teasing me, flirting with me, driving me wild? *** I need to pee, Lauren declared. My neighbour's daughter and I were only walking as there was no room in the taxi. The woods, moonlit and warm. Small, firm breasts pressing against me as we walked arms locked. Handing me her bag. Lifting her dress, her knickers removed, also given to me. She squatted, the telltale noise filled the quiet night. Staring at her milky white cheeks. A wicked smile came my way. Tissue? I shook my head returning her knickers, watching as she wiped. Let's get going! Standing, her dress fell back into place. *** She squirms as his tongue slurps through her pinkness. Climax too close, she pulls his head, gasping, In me. Rising over her, Your creaminess was delicious. Better than my crème broulee? As good as. Skewer me now. Like those kebabs earlier. Soon his beloved hardness thrusts, rhythmic as ever, into her wetness. Just one doubt threatens her ecstasy this perfect evening. But then her orgasm sweeps over her, quashing all worries. Exhausted, elated, she feels his hardness. You haven't come? Nope. When you come back— Back? Dishwasher's busted. Wash the dishes in the sink, and a blowjob awaits. *** The cubicle was even seedier than she'd imagined. It smelt of stale sweat, cheap perfume — and sex. When a cock suddenly poked through a hole in the flimsy partition, she gasped. Although expected, it was still startling. Recovering, she squatted — No kneeling on this carpet — and stroked the shaft. Receding foreskin revealed an impressive dome, and a grunt greeted her opening suck. He'd waited on the street for her. Okay? What d'you think? I feel dirty. Don't ever use me to pay off your fucking gambling debts again. Actually, sweetheart, you just won the bet for me. *** I ask the pretty woman how they put the moonglow in a necklace. She smiles and says that it was a gift from her husband years ago, that they make them with an image of any date's moon you pick. It's the night they met fifty years ago. I tell her that's a lovely gift and her green eyes light up with love. I want to thank her but can't remember her name. She seems to know this and squeezes my hand, familiar and warm, thumb caressing my wedding band. She hugs me and says, Let's get ready for bed. *** Strong morning sunlight and a cool breeze wafted into our room. The birds were singing. Your mouth descended onto my cock and I stiffened instantly. Your warm sensuous tongue worked its magic. I was in heaven. Facing the window with your back to me you lowered yourself onto me. I slid in easily. You began to rise and fall, taking my full length. I felt your fingers as you reached for your clit and began to double your pleasure. You told me that her robe and legs were open and that she was joining in. *** Surely love's magic would rouse his children from their cursed sleep. But no princess had yet stirred Prince Fredrick. Likewise, no prince had awakened Princess Aurora. The king desperately needed a woke heir. Reluctantly, he turned to Prince Bryan and Princess Sappho. While passably royal, mystery shrouded their court. Leave us, they told the king. Fredrick and Aurora woke and smiled. When hands then touched Fredrick, his cock stiffened and spurted. Loving her pussy caresses, Aurora gushed with orgasm. The princes entered the throne room hand-in-hand. The princesses followed their fingers fondling derrieres. Whither the succession? the stunned King asked. *** She never cared much for coffee until she met him at a cafe. They met at hotels and mindlessly fucked. Greeting him on her knees, his cock found its home as it filled her with texture and taste. No act was forbidden. She offered it all his growls filled the room her ass feverishly hot. Slow, easy sex when time allowed, exploration, mapping their bodies was the plan those days. It ended as these things do. Why do you always brew coffee before we make love? A spot of wetness spread across her panties as she turned to her husband. *** The breaking sun silhouettes the form of your seductive breathless beauty. Your very scent triggers my memories and beckons me to renew our past exploits. I can wait no longer in my impatience, as I slip into the wetness of your folds. I remember your salty taste upon my lips as I dive head first into your undulating motion. Cresting, gliding, and moving in unison, your promised pleasures are unmatched. I slip and slide faster and faster toward achieving pure ecstasy as I breathlessly gather myself for another round. Only God may truly understand my love and devotion for. Surfing. *** My heart beat increases as your breath grows stronger in my ear. I envy your burning passion, unhindered by shame. The wet, rapid rubbing motion of your fingers flows over me like a lover's touch. Again I fail to resist. For a heartbeat, my fingers linger over the rough denim of my shorts. Did you hear that button pop? Or is my need so evident? I may never know, but I sense your satisfied smirk. Mixing with your heated cocktail of passion, it resonates over the phone. I swallow my shame, knowing that you know you've won again. *** I know what your pets don't, she whispers, tracing fingers over the ropes. What do y– I know. you ache. Her teeth drag across his rigidity, drooling down the twitching shaft. Balls remain cinched-up. Please. I know, she repeats, sitting down in his sightline. Two fingers heatedly find her cunt he watches. Smiling, she pulls them out to hover her glazed pungence over his lips now fumbling for words that normally bark so easily. Her fingers dance down his chest, over long-dried splotches of crimson-colored wax, stippling in his growing pool of pre-cum. Only I know my husband's secret edge. *** I guess like me you've come back for more of my Dirty Girl May I ask what brought you back ? Was it her tits? They have to be handled and bitten to be fully appreciated, for they are majestic. Unless you can see how her cunt drips when she chews her own nipple. Oh, did I mention her cunt? Even now when I breathe in, I can taste the glories of her fountain. And yet, even then, Dirty Girl holds other secrets, for she loves a good old hand spank Not to mention a plunder of her sacred space. *** Licking his ear, she beckons, Cemetery. Midnight. Her bracelets uncoil like snakes, slithering up his nakedness before staking his wrists to the earth. Her pussy sucks in his cock with one gulp. Ravenous fucking begins. As their cries rouse the dead, magick coaxes his balls. His dick explodes, feeding her spell. She squeezes her crystals while drenching his pelvis, her juices flowing onto the ground, feeding what lurks below. She chants, Grant my wish, Marie Laveau! Dirt shifts below, tickling his ass. He witnesses her breasts rise and her facial lines soften. His cock reawakens with her tightening pussy. *** A raised eyebrow brings her to her knees. A crooked finger, like a tether, brings her crawling, candlelight and strewn roses marking her path. Mine. The words signal the turning of a page of a new chapter. Before, there was silence and doubt. After, absolution, crucified on an invisible cross and tangled in ebon sheets. Steel snakes coiled around wrist and ankle, the taste of forbidden apples upon her tongue, she calls out to god. *** The presence of the Succubus stirs him awake, the moonlight backlighting her body through her flowing translucent gown. Who are you, how did you get. Her fingers traces his lips, silencing him. I'm Elsheth. I'm here for you Algernon. For me? he asks, his nightshirt rising on its own supernaturally. Elsheth's fingers brush against his glans. His erection, the object of her desire. His gasp fills the room as she lowers herself down on his length. He screams as the vagina clamps tight, sucking him dry. The last drop deposited, she leaves him with a smile of ecstasy. *** I've missed this so much, she purred in his ear. Mm, me too, baby, he moaned in response, as he nuzzled her neck before planting erotic kisses down her body, stopping just short of her bare mound. God, baby, don't make me wait! I need you! she begged. He grinned seductively, We've waited this long, what's a few minutes more? He continued teasing her with his decadent tongue. His hot breath felt like flames on her skin. Her need increased exponentially as the seconds ticked by. And when she thought she could take no more, his tongue found its prey. *** I look down, amazed at the gift you present to me. I have never seen such in person, only pictures. It will be my first, you know, precious like an uncut diamond. I take it in my hand, studying the shape, the color, the texture, the way it reacts to my touch. A present within a present. I slowly pull back and out the second one pops! I salivate as I pull back farther, how lovely this gift is, nearly my favorite color. Decision to be made, to kiss or not to kiss, your lips or.? Thank you! *** Wet-mouthed from her soaking thighs, her young lover asks, How long have we got before your husband comes? Panting feverishly, gripping his solid member, she admits, Time enough. Fill me again. Lick my nipples. Tonguing her nipples, he slams his gorgeous piston deep into her. She squeals rapturously, Ooh, you're such an animal. His thrusts plunge faster into her very core. Head thrashing wildly, she suddenly cries out, He's coming. Her lover rolls off her. They watch as her naked husband wanks over them, his ancient cock spurting strings of cum across her bare belly and breasts. *** We first noticed her watching us as we messed around by the pool. Later she watched us make love through the window of our room when, so consumed with lust, we forgot to close the shutters. We watched her play with herself as we fucked and even changed position to give her a better view. Our climaxes were so much more intense knowing we were being watched. This morning as we rise to start our day we see that she is watching us again. You pull back the sheet and take me in your mouth. Good morning voyeur. *** Have I told you about my dirty girl No? Then close your eyes I see her sparkling eyes. The radiance of her smile that covers her face and then swallows my cock, whole. Her hair that cascades in different hues, that wraps around my fists as I ram myself deep making her gag. Dropping my eyes I see the fullness of her tits, weighed, measured and bitten, topped with nipples that when soft stretch and when hard scratch. Down between glorious legs, is the sweetest, wettest cunt, you could ever want to taste My dirty girl in all her beauty. *** Without preamble he spread her wide, lewd and lascivious and lovely, looking for evidence. Did you do it? She averted her eyes. Yes. His fingers curled inside her and brought out a viscous blob of white. Did you come? She took a ragged breath, No, but.. But? I wanted to. Abruptly, he drove his tongue inside her, burying his mouth in her desecrated folds. She shuddered and cried out, legs quaking. When finally he slowed to look up, her hair was wildly tumbled and her face glowed. With dread, You won't see him again? She smiled apologetically. His cock leapt. *** The time is right, the time is now. No more flirting, no more wondering. Any anxiety any anticipation has vanished. Naked and aroused we look at one another, the late afternoon sunlight through the shutters casts shadows across our bodies. No further words are needed. All has been said. You lie back, your parted legs telling me what I need to know. Our eyes are locked on to one another, our breathing is in synch. I am hard, hard for you. With a last gentle kiss I move over you and then lower myself into you. *** Jayne said: As you can see, the power of this new vibrator leaves previous offerings in the dust. Three minutes ago, my assistant, Sandrah was nervous about demonstrating it in front of you. She was hesitant and tried to back out several times. Now, she's had three powerful orgasms, her clothing is gone and she really doesn't care who is watching her. Several members of the Board had to adjust themselves and the CEO was shifting so much in her seat that she was about to cum. Jayne smiled at the thought of her next private meeting with her! *** I sat naked on the wood table, a fresh cup of joe by my side. My wife entered the kitchen. Her nakedness caused my cock to twitch in anticipation. She sauntered over, took the cup and raised it to her lips. After taking a sip, she put it down and I parted my knees as I leaned back. Sitting down, her hands rested on my stomach. She licked and sucked until I filled her mouth with my cream. She brought the cup to her mouth, took a sip and mixed her favorite cream with her morning coffee. *** It's 4:20am. I hear the bedroom door quietly open and close. He's home, I'm safe. Under the covers, my T-shirt has risen up, exposing ass and pussy. Which will he choose tonight? I feign sleep and feel a hand rubbing my curvy ass, fingers teasing my slit. It's already wet, my pussy eager for his touch. He doesn't disappoint, plunging hard and deep, saturating his fingers and palm. He pumps till I relax again then withdraws his fingers, sucking them clean, tasting me. Goodnight my love. *** The tenderness of that first touch was sublime. Pink against pink moistness against moistness. Sensuality and erotica combined. Caught in a loop of time, replaying it, re-experiencing it each touch different in ways that I cannot describe. From nothing, our veins, our arteries burst into life – electric shocks and sparkling sensitivity crackled over us. Crystallising our form. Making us believe that we exist, not just there but here too. Tongues probe, injecting soul into our very being. Where else do we dare explore? Though if I had to choose, then you created me – for both our sakes. *** I increased the pressure, stroking with more confidence, concentrating on the head. He thrashed about, straining to hold back. Suddenly, with a groan, he convulsed, catching me by surprise. A white spurt jetted from his opening and hit me square in the face. Another, and another, until his belly was slimy with viscous goo. And still, it welled up, spilling over my hand as love overflowed my heart. He slumped, face frozen in climactic bellow, mouth agape, panting. I wiped my hand on the grass, kissing him tenderly as warm breezes riffled our hair. My turn. *** I love your red lipstick, she says. He will too, I respond. By the time she returns from the ladiesroom, I have whispered dirty things his cock longs to hear. In an instant, his eyes ravage my body and he forgets her name. We walk out with his hand on my ass and his chest puffed. Oh dear, he thinks this is about him. As his cock drives into my naughty cunt, he lifts my legs into the air, spying the notches on my heels a little too late. Oh dear, he thought he was the only one. *** The texts come thick and fast. I'm high on evil replies. Remembering them. Him, hands lifting me up the wall. Cock entering me, fingers groping. The fuck: intense, raw and his words, filthy and fulfilling pushing me beyond orgasm. Her, crawling, leering, eyes as wide as my thighs. Her tongue lashing at my clit, swallowing everything. Eyes manic, looking into mine. The finale, clutching my leg to her breast in a volcanic thunderstorm of grinding cunts. I grin as I text, first him, then her. The fallout, immense, should they discover their cheating ways with the same woman. Me. *** Self-isolating - her in the east wing - me in the west. Cold lonely beds in the dark of the wee small hours. Dreaming! Half asleep, half awake - surreal dreams of hotness around my now aching hard cock - helped by the scent of hot pussy. Hot pussy! Now stopping me breathing as I lick it to a wet, noisy, aching climax matching my own. Fully awake - face now wet, cock shrivelling and an empty wet bed. Probably an isolated case. *** You touch me and all my inhibitions melt away. I'm yours without boundaries, submissively compliant. You tease me and my nerve endings vibrate with need. My naked body begs to be one with yours. Use me. Enjoy me. Consume me. All my doors open for you. Hardness slides into soft, wet flesh. Exquisite friction triggers a heightened sense of desire. Quench this thirst. Douse this flame. Extinguish this fire. Collapse in my arms and listen to my heart, it beats for you. Hold me close and drift off with me. Tomorrow we can do it all again. *** She emerges from the stall tugging the hem of her dress. Wiggling her hips, she readjusts her damp panties, then sweeps her lips. Leaving the guy to pull up his pants, she primps her hair as she passes the mirror and exits to the club. Her boyfriend sneers. You're so slow with your fucking makeup. Really? She grins, eyes aside. I thought I was quick with my fucking. makeup. *** He continuously thrusted into her, pushing her against the wall and welcoming the task of doing most of the work. She was thankful since she needed to focus on keeping quiet. With a stifled grunt, he came into her, both of them instantly slumping against the wall. They kissed, relishing the taste of each other's lips. Think you can get away from your husband next weekend? She smiled. I think so. We'd better get back to the party, she said as she pulled her little black dress down and returned to her husband, giving him a kiss on the cheek. *** I stood there stunned. She slipped the straps off first. Then her nipples appeared firm and ready as the cups slid away. Soon it laid at her feet. Her fingers hooked the waistband. She pushed and shimmied. Her once hidden skin was exposed to me. I could see the little heart shape patch appear. She turned her back as she bent to slide them down. As she did, she showed me the prize that was mine. I'm such a lucky man! *** You are standing in the corner of the room, glancing downward as I approach, biting your lip. My Mistress told me not to talk to you. I grin. Did she say I was a bad influence? The blush rises in your face. Yesss, you gasp as my finger traces your thigh, feeling the edge of your stocking top as you almost subconsciously part your legs. You won't tell, will you? you plead. Of course not, I'm good at keeping secrets. My finger skims over your little pink panties before I turn and walk to the bathroom, knowing you are following. *** Panties discarded she spreads her thighs. Moving closer, he asks, Was it painful? Waxing? No. Look different? His head lowers, Hairless? Definitely. Likeable? Her smile mischievous, lascivious. Cheek brushes her inner thigh, Lickable, he growls. Do it! Oh, please. Tongue pokes gently into pink petals. Instant musky cream around his lips. Her yearning gasp hardens him. For later. Oh, taste me. Suck me. Tongue slithers, clit to weeping entry, and back. More, she moans, clit risen, wanting, surrendering. Sucking lips nibble, and her ecstatic squeal, as her hips heave up, soaking his chin, heralds time for deeper plunging. *** The moment I looked into her soulful yet sultry eyes I knew. I wanted to feel her pussy against mine, rubbing for eternity, or even just a moment. The brand new wedding ring or the fact that she was straight, should have made me hesitate, but as my fingers began to glisten from their dance between her legs, the sound of her moans penetrated my senses deepening my lust I knew it would just be a matter of minutes before our cunts began to grind and thrust. But to our surprise, we both discovered that an eternity wouldn't be enough. *** He bathes before coming. She likes him. So she puts on a show. His homely, scarred face fills with joy from the sound of her moans. In less than a minute, it's over. He comes with a groan, and then collapses to shudder beside her. She snuggles in close, and listens once he has the breath. He listens too. Five years of catharsis now. They both need it more than either will admit. His half price hour goes by in no time at all. He gets a kiss at the door. A real one. She'll see him next week. *** Up above she heard a loud moan and the sound of an angelic voice cursing, cries of oh God, and fucking hell, dancing around the pair and sweeping them away in sexual pleasure. The pussy on top of her face gushing, bringing forth the sweet juices and nectar of sexual climax. The hips bucked, rubbing her clit harder against the face of the woman laying down, her tongue lashing at the pussy atop her mouth, wanting to taste as much of her as possible, wanting to make her cum over and over again. Wanting to receive her orgasmic reward. *** Lying back naked on the old pick-up's bench seat, its hot leather clinging to my nakedness. Discarded clothing on the floor. Breathing heavily. Heart-beat pounding. Trepidation mixed with anticipation. Eyes opened wide, my head craned and espying the monster that will soon impale me. The moment of truth. Soft skin of legs opened by strong, callused hands. Unveiling the prize he seeks. Lips glistening with the moisture of expectation. Desire rising rapidly as he strokes the monster to its fullness. Sexual energy surges with the expectation. The wait. The quick thrust, the brief gasp, then unforgettable fullness. *** She watched me as I watched her through this window. I laid propped on up in my chair. She laid stretched out on her couch. She watched as I ran my hand up and down my cock. I watched as she plunged her toy deep. I felt my balls tighten as her back arched off the couch. I saw her legs close on her hand as my cock surged. I emptied my seed against the window as she settled back on to the couch to stare at me. We only shared these pleasures through this window. *** Middle of the night. I awake. Pitch-darkness. She's snoring. I caress her belly. She stirs. I cup her breast. Her angelic chuckle. She whispers she wants me. Pulls my arm. My body follows. I slide in. She's so wet. Always is. One part of her I love. She begs me to come inside her. I release. She follows. Always does. I roll off her. Look at her. Can't see her. Still pitch-darkness. I know she's looking back. I cup her face. My heart almost stops. Something is wrong. The door creaks open. Slowly. First, just a silhouette. My wife enters. *** She's late! Again! Agitation swells but is forgotten when she arrives safely. Forgotten but never forgiven. Words aren't necessary. Looking nervously at her feet, she kneels at mine, kissing each painted toe. She begs with a sincerity that sends flutters non-stop to my clit. Grabbing her head I grind her face to my cunt. Her tongue pleases. I praise. She beams. Spotting the nearby cane, she trembles. From fear or arousal? Likely both. Despite the dominant facade she knows our love is true. No collar necessary. Her secret, symbolic marks are hidden for our sight and touch only. Always fresh. *** Techno music throbs, dark room filled with thrashing dancers. His hand snakes under my shirt, finds my braless boobs, plays with my nipples. I stroke his dick through his jeans, then drag it out and take it in my mouth. It hardens quickly as I tease my tongue round his knob. I deep-throat him he pulls up my short skirt and slides his fingers into my cunt. A flash, phones pointing, people smiling. I pull him out, rub him, and take multiple ropes of thick glowing cum across my face and hair: the money shot our audience craves. *** In the smoky depths of the Tango club. She stood at the bar drink in hand, smoking not only a cigarette but her whole presence. Her dress red, figure hugging and slit to her thigh, black heels The music powerful, jagged, staccato Gathering my strength to talk, he came, claimed her, whisked her to the floor The rampant passion began as legs and feet moved swiftly between parted legs, his hands devouring her form. Breathless she was twirled, conformed to his desire, forever to be his. That was the night, I lost my wife *** The curtain rises. He's at the back again, lurking in the shadows. Come closer. Sit, she beckons. Red-painted fingernails trail up her thigh as she spreads her legs. He slinks forward and sits before her, hands clutched, chin low. She smiles and performs, led by no instruction other than the need in his eyes. You . he chokes and falters. You're my favourite, she whispers words that ghost through the booth. He slowly reaches toward the streaked glass. then lowers his face into his hands. Ding. She doesn't listen to the sobs as the curtain falls. *** The King declared: He who finishes first shall wed my daughter! Twelve men circled, cocks in hand. Princess Gweneth silently cheered for Rico. His manhood seemed to have been crafted by God Himself. Gweneth knew of the contest. For weeks, she and Rico had sneaked to the hayloft to savagely fuck. Oral, anal, doggie-style, every which way, giving him plenty of mental-fodder for the event. Smiling as the men stroked, she eyed Rico, arched her cleavage forward, and licked her lips. But Rico, having already sampled the prize, was slower than those living by fantasy alone. Poor Rico finished last. *** His scarlet throb traces my lips, slickens them in a honeyed froth. Though blinded by silk noir haze, I divine its hue from its hardness. It probes, a plum brimming with the taste of his control, the first breach of unclothed submission. I open for the deepest kiss I can bestow, all its flickering wiles unleashed to swipe desire's tears until his swollen rage strains as one with my bindings. Heat withdraws. I breathe frustration. Bet she doesn't do this. His girth wedges my throat his tongue flashes sweet payback. All night, each rope brands my flesh with his denial. *** Illicit touch's giddy frisson. A drunken one off, I had told him. It was until fingers again brush my skin. Pussy memory dampens my knickers. Shouldn't, I say, half-heartedly. Wordlessly, my inner thigh is caressed. Self-control evaporates in a vortex of forbidden desire. Spreading my legs, fingers spear my slick pussy. Knuckles press against clenching velvet walls. I ride and slap my clit on twisting fingers. She whispers, Who do you belong to? No! Rhymical thrusts, fingers fuck me harder. I have to cum. You. You! Shuddering, gushing a supernova release rolls into another. I'm Annie and I'm an addict. *** When the door opened my heart collapsed and my mouth fell open. The woman standing there was the one — The One! She looked at me, but she wasn't stunned, she didn't even look surprised. As her expression sank in, I got angry! I pushed in, pinned her against the wall, unable to think or talk. Images from five years ago spun through my head, meeting her, loving her, reading her goodbye note, then a cryptic message today. She spun me around and kissed me and I was lost all over again. Nothing else in the world mattered! *** Joel Smith was unemployed. He lost his job and had a lot of time on his hands. He did enjoy having morning sex with his wife. He would wake her up with a cup of coffee and treated her to cunnilingus. His wife was extra creamy when she woke up. She would always masturbate before bed which drove Joel crazy with lust and desire for her. He had her wear black panties where she left chalk mark tracks of cum left from masturbating with her Hitachi magic wand. Joel smelled and tasted her panties before pleasuring her with cunnilingus. *** The rock shelf I was lying on was warm against my naked back as I relished the warmth of the sun and my solitude. My hand idly toyed with my cock, slowly edging myself towards a long-delayed climax. I heard the splash of water, and looking up saw a vision before my eyes emerging from the sea. The sun shone on her glistening flesh as water cascaded from her blond tresses and ran down between a set of mouth-watering breasts. She smiled coyly at me and asked, Need a hand with that, handsome? *** My soul is in these keys. In every note that wraps my skin. I caress a melody into existence, my hands sure as a lover's. Sure as your coarse fingertips along my bare spine. I shudder. The song doesn't. Your touch sings of need as you feel your way to my breast. Explains your ache as you slip between my thighs. My breath on the edge of a moan, you push into me. I falter a key. Lips on my nape, my knees part as you press, and when you're deep, and rough, the music ceases, and my soul restarts. *** Hot and hard, aching with arousal as I watch them, the scents and sounds of their lovemaking overwhelm. She cries out once her body tensing and eyes closing, her mouth forms an 0 as she comes to his powerful thrusts. Moments later, he groans and pulls her back onto his hardness as he spends himself deep inside of her. Feeling the spasms of his thickness as he spills his seed, she comes yet again. Sweat sheens their bodies, and she watches me as I wait anxiously for him to slip out of her so that I may reclaim my wife. *** To the casual observer, she wasmanager-appropriate'. All polite smiles as she leaned against the bar, sipping wine. Inside, an inferno raged. Hijacked on arrival. Breathless fumbles in the cloakroom made her outrageously wet. God, so wrong, but she wanted him. He'd tugged damp panties aside, finger-fucked her, then slid the vibrating egg into slickness and left her to straighten creased clothes. Now he watched from across the room, thumbing the remote randomly as her stomach clenched and her cunt dripped. Knuckles whitened on glass as she fought. Teetered. Pleading eyes found his as he smirked. Don't come.' *** Life is a special game. Sometimes it's fun, like playing jacks or marbles. I had a talent for some school playground games. Some more than others. That evening we approached each other along a dimly lit street during college orientation. On the sidewalk was a hopscotch court. A key chain pulled and tossed from my pocket to a square, hopped on one foot, stooped, picked it up. Hopped to the end and back. She tossed a hair scrunchy on the court, hopped down still grinning. Hardening already. The final prize was a free-range blowjob. We both won lifetime friendships forever. *** Desperate fingers claw for purchase on sweat-streaked skin that snake-like writhes and strikes with vicious thrusts. Ravenous for la petite mort, we seize our own gratification with the biting teeth and bruising hands of urgency and indifference. No love lives in a raging tempest. We are lost in fervour as fierce as a hurricane yet empty but for the force of the gale. With a shaking crescendo of aching muscles and hot saliva, our song of necessity ebbs as we sail out over the cliff's edge into silent darkness content in the dying moments of conscious free-fall. *** For ten long days, work had kept us apart. I'd booked our favourite restaurant a chance to talk, reconnect. We met at her door. No need for talking – her eyes. shining desire mirrored mine. Our bodies moulded together, tongues dancing a familiar dance, she dragged me inside. I shoved her against the wall. She explored inside my pants I explored under her dress. It was clear – having endured ten days, we couldn't wait another moment. Her legs around my waist, my pants at my knees, I slid into her in one smooth stroke. Dinner would wait. We'd reconnected. *** He dreamed he died. Drowning. He woke up shaking, could not sleep. She lay on her side, back facing him, sleeping. He slid his hand over her soothing breast. She sighed, half-awake. He moved down to her pussy, found her already moist. The same sleepy exhalation. He slid inside her, slowly, gently, entirely. She came without words, he soon followed. They rejoined each other in sleep. We are blessed with certain spaces in our lives, carved by love and need and simple animal comfort. As fragile as prayer, as real as the walls around us. They save us from drowning. *** The Domino's delivery lad pulled his cock out of my mouth and pointed it at my face. I closed my eyes just in time as he ejaculated, spraying rope after rope of thick creamy spunk all over me. At the same time, the Pizza Express guy yelled out, gave his thick cock one last thrust deep into me, and shot his massive load into my wet cunt. I sighed as he pulled out and a ribbon of semen dribbled out onto the sofa. Just then the doorbell rang. I'll get it, I said. I hope you both like Papa John's. *** Giving a final flicker of my tongue against his bulbous helmet, I felt him tense, and with a groan he filled my mouth with a generous helping of hot, creamy cock-custard. I milked him skilfully with my lips, ensuring I didn't miss a single drop. At last I let him withdraw, his thick shaft shiny with a mixture of semen and saliva. Jesus, Annie, how did you get to be so good at blowjobs? he asked, as he tucked his wilting todger back into his jeans. I licked my lips and swallowed. Practice makes perfect, I replied. Right, who's next? *** Knock knock. Rayna opened the hotel room door, staring in shock at the voluptuous woman, nude besides her pumpkin mask and open raincoat, Feeldoe jutting out of her trimmed cunt. The woman presented a coupon for Frightnight Fun – Rayna had recently stealthily distributed twenty coupons to men she fancied, hoping for some anonymous fucks as a Halloween treat. And lucrative: no surprise, she accepted donations to cover costs. Four cocks so far tonight. But a woman? How did she get a coupon? Sure, Rayna smiled to herself as she pulled the woman inside. Why the fuck not? *** Our first date at a Halloween party was cunningly weird her costume was deceptively weirder: all black except for a faded printed pumpkin around her tights. What am I? Not to be corny but I couldn't hold my smutty mind. Are you a Jack-O-Lantern? Her smile suggestively lewd, she blazingly demanded, Would you light me up? Few minutes later, carving my way into her, she lusciously ordered, Give me your milk, make me a pumpkin spice latte! Creaming her hollowness, I regretfully asked myself,Was that really a date, or am I now just a spent candle to throw away?' *** First thing I noticed were her shoes. Ok, not the first thing. That was her ass. Plump, ripe and sexy as hell. I'd taken her, claimed her and made her mine. And now, I turn my back for five minutes at the party and she disappears. I take a walk outside and sure enough, there she is. I'd recognise those shoes and that ass anywhere. I wait for her to finish eating out whoever she'd picked up before I interrupt. Her Louboutins aren't going to be the only red bottoms by the time I'm finished with this cheating slut. *** Bedding the gorgeous redhead from the party, he caressed her curves and feasted upon her succulent nectar. As her climax neared, he stopped to ask, Are you really a witch? If so, can you make me irresistible, so I could fuck any girl I wanted? Am I not enough for you? You're great, but I want lots of pussy. Fury seethed inside her. POOF! He sat, confused, with four paws and a tail, blinking green eyes at her. Now you can have all the pussy you want. Surrounded by black cats, the witch sighed. I need to choose better bedmates. *** Samhain evening. No pumpkin carving for me. Straight from the boring school party to the woods, to dance naked, a coven-less witch looking to invoke by conviction alone whatever daemonic dream may come. Make yourself all honey, and the flies will devour you, whispers the wind. Spread your legs and so will I. Obedient and willing, I lay down to receive the dark gift. I scream my ecstasy to the stars - and to two passing hikers who view this ready-to-use cum dumpster as a Halloween miracle. Make yourself all honey, and the flies become your thralls. Forever. *** There she was, sitting on her front porch, trick-or-treaters have long finished emptying her basket. She's still dressed as a sexy warewolf. The chill of the light October breeze brought goosebumps to her skin, her skin glowing orange from the spooky candlelit pumpkin carvings. Watching through the window is her boyfriend, in absolute control of the sex toy buried deep, slowly pulsing and vibrating between her legs all night. She starts to let go, panting, writhing, on all fours. Panting, now howling at the full moon. Her screeching howls from deep within echo, reverberating through the almost silent neighbourhood. *** Kissing her for the first time was pure sweet nectar. We had met when we both reached for the same pumpkin spice latte and found my name. I gave her the latte with my number added. Two dates and many conversations later, we were at her door. She turned and looked up at me with those soft brown eyes, licking those full lips. Moments later, my hand was on her throat, our lips pressing, hers parting to welcome my tongue. Pulling me across the threshold she tore at the buttons of my blouse, whispering my name, Olivia. *** I parked near Christina's daughter's house. Pumpkins and decorations lined the street. My passenger door suddenly opened, it was Christina. Take your cock out. I can't be long, she said. Christina greedily sucked my cock while I leaned back in my car seat. I fingered her wet pussy under her Halloween outfit. Then she rubbed my taint and balls. Finally, I couldn't take anymore. I shot a huge load of cum into her mouth. Thanks for the treat, Christina said. My cock had her lipstick all over it. She handed me her thong and hurried back to rejoin her party. *** She'd led me a merry chase until midnight when I finally nailed her. Exulting as I shoved between her legs, I was startled to find her cunt widening until she engulfed me, her laughter echoing as I fell. Landing on my back, trapped in orange goo, arms and legs up and wide, I found myself looking out at her giant face. Such a nice little pumpkin, and such an eager little wick, she cackled, striking a match and moving it towards my stiff, up-raised prick. *** The studio was set and ready to go. Pumpkins carved to perfection and ripe for picking. My beautiful subject came prepared, she dropped her robe. She was perfect in just her lingerie. It was hard not to stare she noticed and winked my way. I motioned her to the sofa she knew exactly what was required. She parted her legs, slipping her panties to the side. She placed the magic wand against her labia. Her moans escaped her lips. A clap of thunder, the candle flickered in the darkness. A shadowy figure appeared and took me by the hand. *** I force obscene blasphemies from your lips. Filling your body as I will. As no other can. You and I. We. Ahhhhh. I feel them. Brittle leather straps firmly wrapped about our wrists. Irrelevant. Your limbs contort, twisting, battered by waves of wicked pleasure. Forgo faith. Banish reason. Abandon Hope. Very Good. Now You belong to me Suffer Gasp BEG Who knew you'd be such a hungry little slut? Me of course But I'll grant mercy. TAKE THE PRIEST! Lust carves his virtue like a rotting pumpkin. Invited to sin. vestments fall. Unknowingly, he tastes his last rites. Amen. *** Echoes of bygone wails still resound in a mist-shrouded village. Ages ago, desperate for a bountiful harvest, the villagers sacrificed an innocent maiden to the insatiable harvest god, Demeter, beneath the crimson moon's glow. All that remained was a pumpkin lantern. Centuries later, Anna unearthed the cursed relic. When her hand touched its surface, Demeter appeared, a sinister grin tugging at his lips. With lustful hunger in his gaze and twisted cravings burning in his heart, he ensnared Anna. Her darkest fantasies were being fulfilled as his wicked desires silenced everything but her passionate cries of ecstasy, haunting the night. *** The elevator was crowded as we descended the thirty floors to the Bellagio's casino. I stood clutching my husband's arm, on my right, when tall, dark, and handsome crowded in on my left. Almost immediately, I felt his hand brush my thigh. Hearing no objection, soon his fingers slipped below the hem of my little black dress. I heard him suck air when he found me bare, hot and wet. His fingers stroked my hard nub, and I shuddered as I came. Disembarking, I looked back to smile at him. Licking his fingers, he appeared to enjoy my husband's cum. *** If I had known her name, I would have moaned it. The sloppy, wet noise as she worked her mouth in ways I never knew possible made me grow stiffer. My knees shook. By the dim candlelight of the carved pumpkin, I watched her round ass bounce as she sucked me harder and faster. She was certainly enjoying herself. There was no slowing it down. I spilled out everything into her as that clever tongue coaxed out my last drops. Satisfied, she giggled playfully and licked her fangs. I last remember those soft, crimson tits drenched in my blood. *** He trembled beneath her pumpkin-colored gaze, luscious form, bathed in the streetlamp light, radiated with heat, and he fell into her hypnotic trance. No need to fear me, she purred, unless you fail to obey. Steal something for me before Halloween, something of value these hands cannot replace! His breath quickened, captivated by her promise of his deepest desires. Her stare remained steady and his mission was set: take a young woman's virtue before midnight! She smirked in deep pleasure this would bind him to her by eternal chains - another soul to join her debauchery on All HallowsEve. *** Write the first thing that comes to mind, Brianna said. Ally grabbed a pen and wrote, Mistress. Now, write the second thing. Almost instantly, Ally wrote, Mistress. The third, dear. Once again, the only word committed to paper was, Mistress. Is Mistress all you can think about? Yes. I have no choice. No, you don't. Who's your Mistress? You are, Bree, Ally dropped to her knees. Fuck, you are my Mistress, and I'm your helplessly brainwashed slut. Please fuck me right now! Yeah, you're definitely ready! Brianna stuffed a leather boot inside her drooling mouth and smirked. *** From my vantage point on the table, I watched her enter the room and drape herself over the couch. Spreading her thighs revealed her glistening, shaved pussy and the ruby gleam of a butt plug. My eyes widened as she inserted a vibrator into her silky wetness, pushed a button, and allowed the vibrations to carry her from climax to climax. Her final orgasm sent juices spurting, and she collapsed off the couch, bumping the table on which I rested. I rolled on the floor, and the candles in me went out, extinguishing my eyes. Yes, pumpkins have eyes. *** Topless, Zoe fondled husband Rob's thick cock. They sipped their Martinis. After a frantic week at their busy workplaces this was the regular Friday night wind-down ritual. Ditto the intense sex that followed. The sexual routine was always the same. Why change a successful formula? A tap at the door, and next-door neighbour Mike arrived, wearing just a black tee-shirt, huge dribbling dick pointing skywards. Rob zipped up. Bye, hun. Enjoy Susie's juicy cunt, exclaimed Zoe, as she started to suck Mike. See you in the morning pumpkin, replied Rob, as he departed to play with Mike's slutty wife. *** Fond memories of my ex-wrestling opponent, when we used to play-fight because we liked feeling our bodies moving against each other but didn't want to admit it out loud. And then that time when you were around at my place wearing a checked shirt and a nervous but determined smile, and said I've worked out a way to avoid having to explain to my mother how my buttons popped off again. And then, blushing, you slowly unbuttoned your shirt, revealing your cleavage and bra-less breasts. Then my hands cupping you, snaking around your back, pulling you against me for round one. *** Clarice opened the box and bent her legs. Naked, sitting in an armchair, her slit was sweating, juice was dripping from her vulva, wetting her fingers and the cock she held. The buzzing and light of the fireplace filled the room. The flickering light made the atmosphere more intimate and erotic. Clarice moaned, invaded by the long, thick penis. Jesus! A face witnessed the scene, the yellow light illuminated the eyes and the terrifying mouth. Clarice masturbated even more uncontrollably, abused. You want to drink Jack! A scream was heard and the squirt turned off the pumpkin's yellow light. *** Oh, fuuuckkk! he cries, seed spraying the opening of her womb. A flicker of confusion vulnerability betrays his bravado. Euphoria tainted by an impending doom. Swallowing hard, What's happening to me? Desperation clawing through in his voice. Life, she answers, her voice an ethereal whisper. The walls of her cunt squeeze his meat like a vise as she vibrates out her orgasm, and draws his essence in. Unggh, she grunts out her satisfaction. His eyes, once filled with predatory lust, cloud with fear. The succubus rises and steps into the enveloping darkness of the forest, leaving only the pumpkin. *** We masqueraded impatiently through the day, watching angels and devils roam dusty streets. We waited for nightfall and the town celebration that would hide our encounter. We eagerly slipped away from the bonfire into the fields, waiting for harvest. A nervous kiss, a hand under my dress and slip. Time used efficiently, my undergarments moved aside, fingers entered me open, wanting and wet, his mouth on my slit. His tongue enters me, and my body shudders. I taste myself in a parting kiss. We hurry back through the pumpkin field to the festival, our absence unobserved and unnoticed. *** Her lover's head rose from gorging between Carol's weeping labia. A pumpkin glow, his gift, obscenely highlighted her juices drooling down his chin. Succulent way to celebrate this occasion? she gasped, post-orgasm. Halloween is my time. For fucking? For this, he growled, mouth ferociously plundering her ripe, steamy, core. Thrilled, Carol relished the rapture of being stretched so deep. God, his teeth were sharp. Why the teeth? His shirt ripped apart. Horror and fear, as a coarse, hairy back appeared. Teeth dug deeper. A wolfish snout, dripping blood, howled triumphantly skywards, duetting Carol's agonised screams. Pumpkin's satanic grin remained. *** Marcie carved a smiling jack o'lantern and lit the special candle as the old woman had instructed. She was desperate to get David to notice her. Soon after placing the pumpkin in her window, heavy, strange scents overwhelmed her with visions and dreams full of David and her and earth-shattering sex. Her phone awakened her. I drove past last night, David said, I couldn't believe the face on that pumpkin. Is it OK if I stop by to talk about it? She mumbled a yes and then gasped loudly as she saw the reflection of the pumpkin's Big O face. *** With every sway of their hips while picking pumpkins, the villagers felt a primal desire awaken within them. When the harvest moon's rays bathed their naked bodies, it was time for the sacred ritual. They lay down on a fresh hay bed, offering their bodies to the moon goddess. Under her watchful gaze, their breaths mingled, their hands explored each other's curves as they expressed gratitude for a bountiful year. The scent of sex permeated the air as they indulged in the raw pleasure until each cock was spent and every womb was filled with the promise of new life. *** She decides to skip Halloween. I don't mind. It's a full moon — more crazies about. Come midnight, she sleeps. I watch her and harden. Her beautiful breasts rise and fall. Rhythmic. Bewitching. She has no idea how much I love her. Her nakedness wickedly arouses me. More so than any sexified, costumed woman roaming about. The faintest moan escapes her lips. Her hips shift. Legs splay. And I'm jealous of her disappearing fingers. She's dreaming of sex. With me? I yearn to press her into the mattress, slide inside her warmth. Next time. I slip back out the window. *** The giant Amazon lay back. Her naked body gyrated, smeared with the ripe flesh of a dozen smashed pumpkins. She moaned with delight as her hands rubbed pumpkin over her hard full breasts. Good Goard, she cried, accidentally grabbing a monster corn cob which she thrust deep into her drenched twat. The elderly farmer was glad the giant helped around the farm, including the harvest. The people of Lilliput would not be short of a bountiful crop as he watched her enjoying the fruits of her labours. Old Mac stared, groaning as he wanked furiously, both celebrating the Halloween harvest. *** Put it in, she said with a seductive whisper. I knew it was wrong. No good would come of it. Put it in, she repeated as she reached for my rigid cock, trying to pull it into her. My cock was pumpkin-hard. Her sheath was as tempting as her voice. But she was a witch and I knew I should resist her spell. But her spell was strong, my cock was hard and my mind became weak. I put it in and was immediately seized by her spell with an explosion of satisfaction and cum. We'll call her Ursula. *** Editors Pick They're always so eager to please. Unappreciated at home, my camera offers freedom. Desirability. Purpose. In matching pumpkin underwear, this one's fully embraced the season. Stunning. Ease down the straps. Click-whirr. Perfect. Cup them. Click-whirr. Touch yourself. More. The sheets rustle, wavy locks swishing, hand digging into desire-stained underwear, losing herself. I approach. Watch. Her climax crests. She gasps. Stiffens. Click- Sybaritic screams roar past her lips. The camera judders. -whirr. Mine. I wag the developing picture. She lies dazed. Delirious. Oblivious, for now. The ghostly image forms. Another soul claimed. To sustain my spirit, until I re-cross next Halloween. *** Sweet Pumpkin, I whimper, Jack's fingers ghosting over my bare skin. Are you my treat? He teases me further, a fingertip dusting over my exposed nipple. Or is this a trick? His fingertips now twist said nipple, making me yelp, completely in his control. I lick my lips. No tricks. Good, He rewards me with a sticky kiss, his tongue candy-coated in desire. I match his heated energy. He slides his hand further still, fingers now coated in my juices. An even sweeter treat. He sucks his fingers. I whimper, Fuck me. He looks downright sinister. Come here. *** Her chariot awaits to whisk her away from the ball. Not wanting to part, she sucks his balls in, rolling her tongue over the spheres. Golden curls originally in a coiffure are now a tangled mess in his hand. In and out he thrusts, gags and moans are heard. Cherry lips stain his cock red, as pearly cum starts to spurt. Sticky streaks glisten like glass against her face. With cum running down her chin, she runs away. Once home, her chariot turns back into a pumpkin and the Prince begins his search for the mouth with the perfect fit. *** A couple attends a Halloween party filled with drinks and debauchery. Sultry maidens and ghouls dance amongst the pumpkins and headstones. As midnight approaches, proper etiquette is cast aside and inhibitions fade. A behind the scenes meeting quickly escalates. He pins her against a wall as carnal instincts take over. Her lacy undergarments are cast aside as coitus is imminent. A brief, but torrid, encounter ensues. Immediately following release, the touloulou removes her mask. Panic floods his mind when he realizes that she is not the carnival mistress that he had arrived at the party with. *** I just love these cute little pumpkins, she said, holding one to her bosom, cradling it like a baby as she smiled brightly at her husband. Her teeth glinted in the bright sunlight, lipstick making her lips pop. But you know what I love even more? Hm? What? he mumbled, distracted by a car honking out in the parking lot. She leaned in, lips ghosting his ear as she stood on tiptoe. Your cum leaking out of me after a hard, delicious, fuck session. Catherine! he yelped, jerking as she laughed at him, his face bright red. *** I told them I was too old to be scared. My older cousins, herded into each room of the High School of Horrors, laughed, screamed, laughed again, but the masks and strobes terrified me. Rushing from one room, cardboard coffins spilling vampires onto my screaming/laughing cousins, I got snatched. I wailed, struggled, but a black-wigged teenager yanked me into her standing coffin while my cousins fled. Quiet, kid. You'll go with the next group. She crushed my face in her breasts. I was quiet as a pumpkin. I had strange sensations. Act scared, she said, as the next party entered. *** I never liked Halloween. We didn't celebrate it when I was young. It was the Devil's day after all. What I do like is autumn. It heralds the coming of the Holidays, so I put out pumpkins to celebrate. Orange, white, blue, and gold ones are sprinkled on my tables and in the wreath on the door. They scent my candles and flavor my coffee. Between the dropping temperatures and the transition of the season, I should be happy. It must be a hollow's eve because I am so empty without you here in this fall with me. *** She arrives at the Halloween party. Her costume? Body paint. Her smile, wicked. She beckons me over, then disappears behind the curtains. Happy Halloween, she whispers, guiding my lips to the beginning of the train track painted on her neck. My tongue takes a ride down her eerie valleys swarming with witches, ghosts, and bats, stopping at the pumpkin on her juicy ass. Its mouth waiting to be stuffed with my treat. I give her what she wants, how she wants it, bringing out her angelic moans as I leave her pumpkin dripping with my juices. Happy Halloween I smile. *** Monsters stirred on Devil's Night. The ivory white of the full moon shone on tombstones as plentiful as pumpkins in a pumpkin patch. The monstrous roar of the Jackal signaled it found its victim for breeding. Bent over the ancient gravestone, Vampire Drusilla moaned her pleasure song. Her lavender dress, clawed away. Her raven hair, wrenched back by the fistful. Tonguing the points of her fangs, Drusilla's bountiful breasts swayed. Her bulbous ass bounced back on the Jackal's girthy meat. The vampire's bladed fingernails raked the faded words chiseled into stone. Here lies daughter & beloved mother, Drusilla Wells, 1821-1846' *** I'm SEX OFFENDER BATMAN. I have only the mask, with a sleazy trench coat. You're GUIDANCE COUNSELOR WONDER WOMAN you have the tiara, bracelets and red boots, paired with a pencil skirt. We go to a Pumpkin Patch scare maze out in the county before hitting the party. Some dickhead Wolfman leaps out of the corn. I leap into action! BIFF! SOCK! POW! OOF! Oh, fuck, sorry, I say. It's . alright, Wolfman grunts, clutching his jewels. Happens. You pull me into the corn, our giggles and squeals masked by the rest of the crowd. *** Within the ethereal shadows of All HallowsEve, their bodies intertwined with an intoxicating, all-consuming rhythm. His lips, a cauldron of desire, met hers in a spellbinding kiss. The flickering candlelight revealed the sultry curves of her costume, each touch unraveling layers of inhibition. Her Pumpkin-scented seduction lingered in the air, as the garden witnessed a symphony of whispered cravings. Beneath the moon's enchanting gaze, they explored the forbidden, lost in the alchemy of passion and the haunting allure of Halloween night. *** The pumpkin latte was atrocious but Walter always came back for more. Judith was to blame, a cute barista whose auburn hair and sunlit freckles made every man in the neighborhood salivate. Everyone was eager to try their luck, but she just led them on with smiles and winks.. until Halloween Eve. That day, the coffee shop opened early, and dozens of horny males poured in. Once inside, they stood to attention, whipped out their cocks, and turned the orange tiles white. I love this time of the year, Judith, the young succubus, grinned. The feast was about to start. *** The witch opened the door and stood there. Trick or Treat, I said, hoping I hadn't misunderstood. Her black robe fell away, revealing the toned, naked body I had lusted over for years. We embraced and kissed passionately as I lifted her onto the hall table my hard cock found her opening, and we fucked hard and fast. Every thrust shook the table until finally, I came hard, the final thrust knocking the carved pumpkin off the table. We say nothing as I leave, and she cleans up for the next Trick or Treater. *** Under the harvest moon's spell, the scarecrow's straw-filled body transformed into a stunning redhead. Her desire to break the pumpkin field curse led her to seduce the villagers. With each encounter, her insatiable pussy devoured their life-giving seed as she lured them into the depths of perilous euphoria. When the hundredth man plunged into her gushing, throbbing core, a primal surge of power coursed through her with his final desperate gasp, transforming him into a scarecrow. Free from the curse, the witch embraced her carnal nature, reveling in being filled to the brim with warm, potent seed that liberated her. *** A woman emerged from the darkness, a pumpkin in her hand. You're now eighteen. Fuck my pumpkin, but don't cum. I want your seed inside me Taking out my cock, I slammed that pumpkin's mouth. About to cum, she pulled the pumpkin away. On your back, give me your seed. Her pussy plunged down my cock, all too soon my seed filled her up. She moved above my face, and I was told to open my mouth. A pumpkin shake taste spilled from her pussy. Standing up, she said, I'm the Great Pumpkin, my pumpkin patch stud. *** On the allotment, the courgettes just kept coming. I'd cooked them in every conceivable way, but still, they grew. Luckily there's always one use a girl can make of something seven or eight inches long and six inches round. I gained weight. I assumed it was from eating all the produce. It was only when my waters broke the following July that I finally understood. Congratulations on your beautiful pumpkin-headed baby boy, said the obstetrician. Although I'm surprised he doesn't look more like his father. She knew my sexual history. I explained, It's because cucurbits don't come true from seed. *** She was the perfect Catholic girl. I took her to Knott's Scary Farm. We'd only shared one kiss. Ana dressed up as Super Girl - she wore regular panties. We rushed from haunted maze to maze, seeking more darkness to continue touching each other. I came in her hand twice, and she showered my fingers. A pumpkin monster saw my hard-on. She confessed she was a Virgin while driving her home. We stopped and took two hours deflowering her in my car. I spent our last twenty minutes sucking her clit and licking her ass until she came. *** The water pressure from the shower head starts to massage your body, from your shoulders, your thighs, over your calves, and back up to your inner thighs bringing a warm tingle across your body. Working back up, the water sprays across your hardening nipples. You gasp as the sensation continues to intensify. Outlining each breast, you slide the head down your stomach, letting the water trickle over your already hardening clit. Electricity courses through your body. Each breath quickens more than the last. With your arousal building, and your inner thoughts and desire to pleasure yourself becomes your only goal. *** Watch it! Seeds are going everywhere! Can't help it, pumpkin's so full! Take that good shirt off. Surprise! Her dropping shirt revealed her naked body. I stripped too. The carving continued. My eyes were drawn to the allure of her sensual body. What a mess you are! I sealed my mouth over her left nipple while my hand tugged pulp off her right nipple. The sensation caused her flapping hands to fling seeds and pulp all over us. She nuzzled her mouth into my ear and whispered, We should stop! Her hands stroking my hard cock marked that lie. *** Vickie wasn't sure which one to pick. All three brothers had presented her with excellent options that were well crafted and large, and it was up to her to choose the winner. But did she, really? She felt all of them were deserving of the prize. I think.you all win! she finally declared as she walked towards the trio. The brothers flashed huge grins on their faces as she approved of all three of their members, of which she was judging. All she needed to do now was to rid herself of the pumpkin-themed dress she was wearing. *** My husband was chatting up some woman at the bar, so I danced with our friend Seth. When it switched to a slow song, I felt him huge and hard against me. I slipped a hand between to stroke and fondle. Minutes later, he hissed, I'm gonna come! I pulled him into the side exit hallway, near a janitor's closet, and yanked his drawstring, stretching the elastic and pulling out his rigid cock. Stretching my own waistband, I jacked him into my panties, his hot cum splattering against my mound. Richard is so going to love finding his treat later! *** Up in the foothills, deep in the Ozarks, I found a crumpled cabin. A pumpkin was aglow as I approached a large oak door. I knocked and shuddered at the gloom, for the clouds had shrouded the moon, and an eerie wind did howl. It opened with a moan. I gazed upon a beautiful nude woman with hair-like blackened fringe and shimmering ebony eyes. I tried to speak she put a finger to my lips. Shush, Marisa. She led me by the fire. I slipped off my dress, my body flushed with arousal. Our lips met as we embraced. *** Trick! he replied hesitantly to the costumed Domme donning the strap-on on his doorstep. Forcing her way in, seconds later, he was impaled on her false phallus. Made to comply, his pants at his ankles, he groaned while bent over the dining room table. With one hand on his cock, the other reddening his cheeks, she stabbed his clenching ass till his seed splashed on the floor. No more tonight? Probably not. Bring the pumpkin in and kill the lights. We'll clean that up in the morning. Let's go to bed, baby! I used to hate Halloween! *** It's there, day and night, It never leaves You get no moments of peace as it whispers its dark desires. It commands your mind, possesses your body. This foreboding pumpkin presence is devouring your soul. You are a slave to its sexuality. The night is silent, perfect until the earth rumbles and splits. The crack runs deep, you motion for the group to gather. An evil smile steals across your face, as you begin chanting. Raising your arms you yell Let the party begin You push the closest woman in, sending the first sacrifice down. Deep into the silent disco *** Rambling up the heavily wooded mountain. Along the darkened garden path and around the bubbling cauldron. Up the rickety wooden stairway. Through the cobwebbed-covered archway and past the many pumpkin laden Jack-o'-lanterns that line the gloomy verandah. Beyond this point you will find all that you desire. The sign above the door doesn't say it all. But reads, Sex and Candy Beyond. On Hallow's Eve, whether it be Trick or Treat, Candy will delight. Candy will take you to new heights, with her cock sucking, pussy licking, nipple twisting magic. But Beware. Come dawn's light, you will be forever changed. *** Alex was grateful for the light coming from her battery-powered glow pumpkin. London was under a blanket of darkness due to the unprecedented power outage caused by the big storm, and she pouted as she lay naked on her bed. Her plan for a fun night out at the Halloween costume party had been thwarted. Alone and horny she masturbated with her vibrator. When she climaxed she smiled gratefully at the pumpkin. Thank you, Pumpy. Most illuminating. The lamp in its left eye failed and the right blinked rapidly as if cheekily winking at her. *** She took great care selecting her pumpkin. The intimacy of inspection raised eyebrows, but this was family tradition, not to be forsaken. That night, under flickering candles, her tongue found the sweet spot and her sharp knife cut true. She eased in the end of the hartshorn phallus, hearing, feeling the wet flesh embrace. Seated deep, its flaring head stood proud, beckoning. Legs wide in the harvest chair, she cradled her hallowed lover and, midnight sounding, pressed its cock into her hungry, feral cunt. Fire me, like those who've come before, she pleaded. Season me against Jack Frost's harsh embrace! *** Despite all the attractive women present, he says on the way home from the party, I couldn't take my gaze off of you. He pulls me closer, pressing me up against the wall, his hand moving up my thighs, under my skirt. His eyes widen with ferocious need as he notices I'm not wearing underwear, his fingers sinking into my wetness. See what you do to me? he asks, pressing my palm against his rock-hard erection. Do you enjoy the power? My body trembles as I whisper breathlessly, I love it. His lips collide with mine, lust consuming us both. *** Tonight was full of excitement. The Halloween party rolled on. Anything Goes. was the theme. Sexy disguises hid everyone, so a night of sex and debauchery ensued. The night's featured game,Bobbing for Apples', was replaced with Bobbing for Cocks'. The ladies squealed as they bobbed in the large carved pumpkin, eager to win a long hard cock for the night. As the game continued, the crowd anticipated the sexy winner. They roared when she was named and received her prize. She looked into his eyes and fell to her knees, taking him in her mouth, worshiping her precious prize. *** Gourd girl, exclaimed the Shadow Manfore dusk, post-rut, as he withdrew his slimy viny stem, his dark seduction done. Bare naked in the pumpkin patch, her snatch was filled with demon's seed. Unholy lustful screams disturbed the restful peace once planted, needs were quenched, and fifteen sisters. warning wails resounded through the field. Too late, now night, the looming Jacquelantern realized her fate. Her belly swelled, embraced her face, and pulped her brains. The soil claimed her limbs. Orange now, her guts disgorged a fire lit her shell. Fifteen more were all aglow, with fifteen more to go. *** Under the spectral glow of a mischievous moon, Mistress Vera, cloaked in seductive obscurity, whispered ancient incantations to her enchanted pumpkin, casting a spell of sensuous mystery upon her submissive, Isla. Kissed by autumn's chill, Isla, bound gently by silken vines, quivered under Vera's deliberate, teasing touch, her eyes reflecting both vulnerability and a dark, simmering desire. Each caress, a bewitching blend of command and promise, intensified their spiritual and physical entwinement. Amidst the whispers of the enchanted night, they explored the boundaries of pleasure and power, their love an eternal flame amidst the ephemeral flicker of Halloween's allure. *** A bit old for trick-or-treating, eh? Depends on the treat, she shrugs. I don't have anything, no one comes here. That spooky house children run past? Mine. That weirdo who lives there, probably a retired serial killer? Me. I'm not, though. I have pumpkin pie, I lie. A bet lost? A drunken dare? She follows me, sits down, her skirt slides up. She crosses her legs, too late. White panties, something dark and inviting visible through. Seducing, provoking. Acknowledging. I bring the plate, empty under the lid, but she'll never know. And the knife. Like I said, I'm not. Retired. *** One Halloween night, my new neighbor came a-knocking. I heard her say, Do you want to taste some of my pumpkin soup, Peter? I opened the door. Gertrude promptly handed me a whole bowl and when I fished out a dripping dildo, she gave out a howl. Gertrude looked at me with crazy eyes, Peter, would you like some pumpkin pie for desert? Without a pause, she opened her dress. She was as orange as a carrot down there. Ninety is the new sixty I thought. Later she said, Peter, I knew that you would be a great pumpkin eater! *** Chores done, tower clean. Hair brushed. Wish someone could see. Oh my! Are you peeking, Jack? Mother just brought you here. Naughty pumpkin. Come here, handsome. Yes, under my dress. No, I won't tell Mr. Brush. Ooh, you're a bit rough. I'm too. tight. Mmmm, Jack. It's all in. This feels. Aaah! Maze! Zing! Going to. Gush! All over! Your head! Yeeeeessss! At once, there was a puff of clouds and smoke as the pumpkin had changed into a prince. Oh my god! Thank you! That bitch of a witch! *** Her pumpkins are ripe and plump, soft to touch and free to sample, she has no modesty, no shame, it's all about the treat for her. Costume torn open, lying soiled on the floor. All the dads know her as the local slut, the dirty whore! Where once a year she lets men sample her luscious candy. The line grows longer to her shed of debauchery, where children dare not go, due to the harrowing screams heard inside, the beasts within show their true selves, and they devour their willing prey with moans of ecstasy. And now it's my turn! *** Introduced at a wedding, we smiled, and talked, and then flirted like we were youngsters. As the reception ended, I invited her out, where we laughed, and talked, and then kissed. She invited me to her place, where we talked, and kissed, and slowly our clothes fell off. She posed and paused just before she pushed down her panties. Promise you won't laugh, she teased. My ex-husband, Peter, was particular about the one thing he would eat. I tried to entice him, but even this failed. Her falling panties revealed a curved tattoo. Taste my pumpkin? she pleaded. *** After carving the mouth in a surprised O shape, the pumpkin head was complete. He glanced around, quickly unfastened his jeans and pushed his cock into the soft wet fruit. It felt so good. The pumpkin gripped and sucked as he thrust. He glanced down. The eyes glowed. But how? The flame wasn't lit. The pumpkin sucked harder, bringing him to orgasm. Cum splattered the insides, and with a hiss, the lights went out. He tried to pull out. His cock was stuck. The eyes glowed again as pumpkin teeth began to gnaw at his cock. *** The pumpkin's candles lit the room. It was Joaquim's turn to spin the bottle. It stopped, pointing at me. Trick or treat? they asked. I was already down to my underwear. I had no wish to end up naked. Treat! I said. Suck Eduardo's cock until he comes. How was I to know Eduardo was under a gypsy curse? Cum in mouth! Cum in mouth! chanted the room as I blew him vigorously. I can't come in your mouth, Eduardo whispered. I don't mind. Just do it, No, you don't understand. I.Oh! Black magic had turned his semen to cyanide. *** Amy was eighteen and at boarding school. Tonight was the Halloween party but she was confined to her dormitory by the Headmistress for her misbehaviour earlier. However, Amy never did as she was told and, once the others had left, got dressed in a sparkly, sexy Halloween witches dress. Amy snuck out and then saw it. The pumpkin, the hook-ended cane resting on it, the Headmistress who Amy had such a crush on, and the notice that said, Twenty-four strokes needed. Moments later both were in seventh heaven as Amy landed each stroke on the yelping Headmistress's bare bottom. *** I laugh as I pass through the gossamer thin veil, exuberant at my release into the orderly, unsuspecting town. Cackling, I unleash lusty sorcery from my enchanted rod. Inhibitions are dissolved fiery passions and repressed desires are freed. Delinquent, raucous fun ensues. With pumpkin grins and lewd giggles, prudish couples frolic naked in the street. Unshackled from their chains, prim housewives slurp and gobble cocks spew and cunts squirt. Spunk and cunny juice mat hair and plaster eager faces. Ripe virgins are liberated in decadent orgy. Pricks and pussies impulsively unite in a lascivious bacchanal of pansexual enlightenment. Mischief managed. *** Crack! The pumpkin Esmeralda was sitting on split in two, sending her sprawling on the ground. Her witch's dress flew up, exposing the fishnet stockings and naked pussy to the cute guy dressed as Frankenstein. Looking around for other guests at the Halloween party, he lurched from his pumpkin, his mouth hitting its target, his tongue sliding the length of the naughty witch's pussy. A sharp, shrill escaped Esmeralda. She took hold of his head and pushed it firmer against her wet pussy. Her eyes darted around the yard, praying to cum before her husband, Lucifia, came looking for her. *** My witchy wife gazes up seductively at me with her bright blue eyes. Mmmmm, thank you for picking out the pumpkin spice flavor. She coos, slathering the lube onto my hardened cock. My eyes roll back into my skull as I feel the warmth of her mouth close around its tip. Nnnnngggggggh, I groan in reply, feeling the shiver of arousal run up the back of my legs. Whatever makes you happy, doll. Or whatever it takes to get some head, I think to myself. Too bad Halloween isn't year-round. *** Wrapping your arms in silk, you pretend to protest. But, I know that you know the safe word, for you chose it. I wonder would today be the day that I pushed you passed your vast limits? We don't really need the silk bindings at all, do we? For we are free to be our purest, darkest selves. Nipple clamps applied, glass butt plug inserted, for I love to build her levels, that blend pleasure with pain. It's all part of guiding her to that point and keeping her there, till I let her topple over the edge. *** The pumpkin rocks and nearly tumbles. The table skids forward this time, the pumpkin becomes unbalanced and rolls off. I hear a thud as it hits the ground. I feel you shudder behind me, and your cock does the same as you cum deep inside me. You groan, pull out, and as we stand, we look down at the messes we just made. I'll clean up the pumpkin if you clean this mess, I say, indicating to my wet pussy. It's a deal. You say excitedly, crouching down. I assess the cracked pumpkin. Did you want pumpkin soup for dinner? *** My wife Pumpkin and I dressed in costumes identical to Stan and Mary. Stan thought he was getting a shot at my wife. My wife thought she was paying Stan back. He'd made a pass at her, and she wanted to embarrass him at the party. While my wife dealt with Stan, I had a plan of my own. I spotted Mary and wordlessly led her to the bedroom. I was stroking into her in seconds, but something was off. Pumpkin? Bob? Uh, I hope you didn't think I was Stan. She shrugged, Yeah, I knew something felt different. *** Liminal, subliminal all a bit silly. Witches forget britches. and knickers! Pastor Papa ranted against pagan paraphernalia. But Faith's dreamy Halloween was all cutie-pie saucy, not witchy-bitchy. She snuck outdoors, rocking thatungodly. Luna Lovegood look. Ignored lecherous frat-bros let will-of-the-wisp pumpkins guide through tangled woods. Moonlight revealed a fiery-haired beauty assessing Faith. You're queer, dear. My secret. Lilith's fingers clicked magically clothes vanished. My secret. Smouldering lust ignited. Kneeling, Faith's tongue fossicked in witchy-poo's oozing cunt. The soul-searing gush baptized her with girl-cum. Many orgasms later, Lilith ordered, Sleep magick lessons tomorrow. Quidditch? No, silly. Harry Potter's shite too. *** Lying between my spread and bound legs, he asks the question, showing me the contents of each hand. In one, a witch's hat bullet vibe in the other, a pair of wicked-looking pumpkin clamps. I know how good that vibe will feel on my clit, already slick and begging for attention. He'll circle it over and around that swollen nub, then brush the sensitive tip, teasing, controlling, alternating a light touch with just the right amount of pressure, until I'm writhing, begging, building to the climax I crave, I need. I deserve this. I take a deep breath. Trick. *** I woke up with a massive erection and something warm around my cock. Opening my eyes, I saw my friend's wife sucking my cock balls deep. Her husband had just left for work. She got up, showed me her naked pussy with a pumpkin drawn around it with an O-shaped mouth around the pussy, and cum dripping out of it. My husband just fucked me now It's your turn, lucky boy. You want to fuck this cum dribbling pumpkin pussy? Wow, I said, I love that pumpkin mouth and what it has to offer—on my mouth first, please. *** I saw her hiding by the pumpkins at the party, a perfect witch wearing nothing but a black hat, a red bra, and black panties. I approached and touched her tits. I removed her bra to see her tits. I dropped her panties to see her pussy. She kissed me, her tits pressing against me. One wish if you make me come. She whispered in my ear. After my cock slipped inside her, I pinched her nipples, and we both came. Marry me, I said, with my cum dripping from her. I can't. She said to me. I already am. *** Your butt looks like a perfect pumpkin, he compliments his wife. Welcome home, dear, she says, bending at the waist and scrubbing the table with her back to him. You're home early. She gasps as the massive boner sinks inside her ass. Her moans become louder with each thrust, bringing her closer to orgasm. Soon, their moans join in harmony as they reach climax. You've filled my pumpkin with your seed, she giggles. Suddenly, her face becomes pale. She turns back to face the door. It's still locked from the inside, and there is no sign of him. *** Your pumpkin spiced latte, I say, tapping the shoulder of the woman I'm serving. She turns, her dark eyes catch mine. I try to look away, but I can't move. I try to speak, but can only whimper. A veil falls and I'm somewhere else. A dark room, the air rich with unfamiliar scents, shadows dancing by candlelight. And the woman, looming over me, her eyes like midnight pools. She smiles and I'm enchanted. I want this. Her lips brush my neck, my heart quickens. A familiar warmth pulses between my legs. Mine, forever, she whispers, ending me. Beginning me. *** The only light in the room came from the warm glow of the jack-o-lantern as the lithe figure backed himself against the varnished headboard of his bed. His ankles were already chained, heavy manacles like cold brands on his skin as he fastened his left wrist as well, letting his head tip back against the smooth wood, eyes closing as he breathed in the scents of the empty room: cool, autumn night, warm pumpkin, fire, sex. His eyes blinked back open, vision hazy as metal closed on his right wrist as well. You're early. You're mine. *** A priest found an enchanting pumpkin, Cinders. It whispered forgotten spells, tempting with dark knowledge. On Halloween, he carved Cinders, conjuring a spectral apparition. An eerie redhead emerged from the pumpkin – her pussy hair was golden blonde. The cleric's hand was drawn to her gaping vagina. His fingers were all but sucked inside. Then a whirlwind of ethereal strands of pumpkin pulp spiraled from the girl's carved slit, reaching hungrily for its unsuspecting victim. The priest, helpless and terrified, was pulled into the pumpkin's depths, silenced by the echoing darkness, and trapped in an eternal world of moist flesh. *** A ghoul entered the bedroom, pulled his pants down, and peed a heavy stream onto the middle of the floor. Hey, did you get my pumpkin from the store? Yeah, I just came back. I picked out a big one, just like you asked, the ghoul said, bouncing slightly, to air-dry the last drips from his cunt before standing and pulling up his pants. Good, I'm desperate for an orgasm. Marilyn Monroe moaned as he left to rejoin the orgy. Staring proudly at his grand puddle, the Ghoul lifted his head and bellowed, Slave! Dinner! *** She knelt in the thicket, nude, her pregnant belly painted like a pumpkin, waiting. The demons appeared, their massive members swinging between their legs. The largest demon spoke, The hour has arrived. Will it be your body or your baby's soul? My body, she answered. So be it. Each demon took an orifice. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, and one in her ass. She overflowed with demon seed. The demon spoke again, You may keep your soul, but your daughter must return here in twenty-three years, or her soul will be ours. So be it, she answered. *** The driver's pants were unzipped, stiff cock protruding. I rolled my eyes and opened my notebook, contemplating what charges to bring. What's going on here? I asked. I'm having sex with my sweet pumpkin, he said, grinning. I glanced at the passenger seat to see a smiling jack-o'-lantern. A literal pumpkin? How does that work? He rotated the pumpkin. My jaw dropped. I felt a bit dizzy. A real, fleshy vulva glistened below a puckered anus. Fuck, I gasped. The man laughed hysterically. Then feminine laughter joined from the passenger seat. I wandered back to my cruiser in a daze. *** Charon could hardly control his ancient hand on the rudder. Cleopatra naked in all her glory is his next fare. She paces waiting her turn to cross. As he glides across with his cargo, he stops and calls out Special fare! What? Cleopatra hisses. Suck or swim your choice! Charon then reveals his gnarled thirteen-inch cock. She grumbles as she takes him into her mouth, giving him the best head in centuries. As his vile cum rolls down Cleopatra's throat they land on shore. On his return trip to the other side, Charon calls out. Enjoy your afterlife, Pumpkin! *** I watch, transfixed, as monsters of all description move their hard thick dicks in and out, some slow and hard, while others thrust frantically. Their grotesque, painted faces are twisted in ecstasy as their eerie moans and groans blend in with the sounds of the party going on around us. One by one, they slowly pull out their softening cocks, cum leaking out of the gaping holes of the carved pumpkins. Withdrawing my fingers from my soaked cunt, I think how this is my new favourite Halloween tradition. *** This is cucurbita argyrosperma, commonly known as the silver-seed gourd. A Halloween talk on pumpkin varieties who could refuse one of those? Especially when accompanied by such pungent halliatosis and body odours that death by mustard seed gas seems desirable. Finally, all my sacrifices seemed worthwhile. For you can keep your Dill's Atlantic Giant and your Galeaux d'Eysines when.. Hanging back from the group of hell, fluttering the hem of my dress to fan my over-heated nether regions, I squatted to acquaint my swollen, drooling lips with it's fleshy form as ferociously I milked it for its silver seed. *** Creamy globules decorate my thighs, clinging jelly-like to skin as they resist gravities urge to descend helter-skelter towards impeccably shod feet. Leaning across her sedentary form my tongue pries lips apart and dances in her dribbling cavity of desire. Furious public blushing ensues as she struggles, trapped betwixt propriety and lust. She tastes of cappuccino fevered froth and the bitter pleasure of infidelity. And what of me? Might she recognise the masculine tang of sweat, salt and cheddary undertones that screamswell-sucked cock'? Maybe she'll have an epiphany later when lapping her hubby's copious cum from my oozing cunt. Maybe. *** The candy had been handed out, the after-party was a success and the porch light was turned off. She walked to the carved pumpkin and glanced expectantly in his direction. She pulled her panties down and bent over as she blew out the candles. He obediently knelt behind her, inserting his tongue. He expected and found, something smooth and round. He removed the apple she had been holding deep in her pussy all evening. He held it as they each licked it and took a bite. Bobbing for apples was their secret Halloween tradition. *** Thank you, I've rewarded your kindness, he said with a flourish of his hand, once she'd helped the old gentleman to cross the road. Her body suddenly tingled. What have you done to me? she asked. For the rest of your life, you will have exquisite full-body orgasms every time you utter the magic word, which isPumpkin', he whispered. Pumpkin? she repeated and exploded in ecstasy with a mind-bending climax at the side of the road. He held her in his mysteriously much younger arms, until her pussy finally stopped spasming. That's right, he chuckled, and vanished. *** The heady aroma of new leather, the softness of the brushed suede, and the elegance of a four-inch stiletto heel are intoxicatingly sexy. The hum of the zipper, as it climbs up a sheer, stockinged, shapely calf, euphoniously arousing. A crossed leg swinging, a glimpse of lace garter beyond the thigh-high split of a skirt, and the creamy flesh of silken thighs demand further curious perusal. What lies between is heaven-sent, sensual, and sleek fingers explore the molten depths deep within, dipping into the nectar of desire and lust, thumb finding that intimate button of pleasure moans of ecstasy erupt. *** Entering the bedroom, you and your friend Lora are kissing naked on the bed. Unsure if you sense my presence, I stay in the doorway. Facing away, you manoeuvre into the sixty-nine position and begin eating each other. Slurps and moans fill the room as you feverishly lick each other. Lora looks up. See me there. You know how much seeing you together turns me on, beckoning me closer. Lora looks at you pleadingly. Joining you. Sucking my cock, she sits on your face. I come hard in her mouth. You come together. The room smells of sex and heat. *** Sultry eyes and sensuous lips beckon me closer. With curves in all the right places, this alluring creature offers herself to me. Moving to her, I sit and watch as she purrs and moans, gyrating her hips as my cock begins to swell. Turning around, she juts her sexy ass into the air, teasing me, taunting me with what I crave. I slide a greedy finger between her soft skin and the lace of her red panties, ready to pull them down to expose my prize. The music stops, and she's gone, off to the next lap dance. *** I'm standing in the kitchen in my short sundress, waiting for him to get home. As I'm preparing his dinner, he walks in looking so fine. He takes one look at me and gives me a deep kiss—tongues playing, hands roaming down my curvy body, grabbing my ass. Feeling the lack of panties, he dips underneath my dress while I'm still cooking. I feel him kissing up my thigh, his wet tongue meeting my lips, licking furiously as I grind against his face. He picks me up, placing me on the table. Who needs dinner? Let's just have dessert! *** Water gently cascading down our nudity, I wash her long, dark hair with gentle care. Highly aroused, I admire her wonderful form. Hair rinsed, manhood between her cheeks, I reach to fondle her beautiful, soft breasts. Sighing, she turns to face me and strokes my firm erection. Squealing as her back contacts the cold wall, I raise her leg and enter her. Tightly hugging, we gyrate against the wall. Our urgency grows. Breathing labours. Ploughing her furrow, the seed is sown as we tremble in a tight, loving embrace. A series of mini orgasms follow as I continue washing her. *** In a marketplace where naked, nubile nymphs offered themselves for pleasure, I found my attention captured by a lovely trio: a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead. A sudden urge to lap nectar from their sweet, dripping pussies overwhelmed me one slut would never be enough. I'll take one of each, I said, being audaciously greedy and delighted when three gorgeous girls perused my body with a similar lust. One of each? my husband asked, waking me from my slumber. Ice cream flavors, I lied, disappointed that it was merely a dream. Yeah, right, he laughed, knowing me better. *** Slowly, little soap bubbles make their way down, the foam touching your neck and moving over your perfect collarbone. Lingering there for a while before the steaming water spurs it on to continue its journey. Leisurely, almost tenderly, the soap laps around your full breasts, your hands sliding lower to trace a smooth path across your flat stomach to your black hairy mound. My eyes follow every movement, until you turn. With the last drop washing your bum, you end this sensual spectacle. Your towel, the final curtain, wrapped around yourself, you walk off the stage which is the pool shower. *** Angela slid into the kitchen all smiles and shrugs, hamming up her hangover to align with us early-rising house party victims. I snubbed her lingeringmorning. with a perfunctoryhi', continuing my conversation with Tom. Angela fixed me with another gaze as she brought steaming coffee to her mouth. Coolly, I recalled her deep-throating me the night before while I pretended to be sound asleep. Flatly, I'd maintained that conceit even while shooting streams of spunk deep into her throat. Paul emerged, kissing Angela fully. He always went down hard after a few drinks. Like his wife, so to speak. *** He carefully unwrapped me like a precious treasure. We're spending the day naked. He understood my confidence needed building. Sensual touches followed curious explorations. I stroked a cock for the first time. Learned balls need a gentler squeeze. Relaxing massages turned stimulating. I wiped at the drippings on my thigh he stilled my hand. The best sex is messy. I want my home to smell like your fragrant pussy. We played with positions. Face down drew out my animal. Straddling him made me powerful. But missionary was my choice. One thrust freed the sexy woman who'd been waiting inside me. *** She is coy, her seductive allure ready to beguile the unwary. She wields her power with innocence and subtlety. Whether bold or shy, once revealed, she is a feast for the eyes, promising passion and excitement. Exquisite and sensual, she draws you in, like a moth to a flame. Slippery with desire, her petals open, inviting the touch of a searching tongue, or delicate finger. Encouraged from its sanctum, and covered in sticky, dewy moisture, her bud emerges. Her taste and aroma are a sensory entanglement that captures me. Entranced, I am enslaved forever in her delightful web. I smile. *** A cheeky text slides in with a resounding ping: I know it's you. My tummy tightens and my skin flushes before I open it. A sultry black-and-white image of lovers entwined combined with, 8 pm tonight you know where. Panties not required! 8 am. I cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together as my pussy tingles and my panties get damp. Just the thought of your hot lips on mine makes me bite my bottom lip, and my nipples harden. My mind is full of you, the exquisite pleasure from the dangerous games we play—orgasmic bliss for us both. *** It was Valentine's Day when she asked, Would you show me the depth of your darkness? My response I will neither be soft, or slow, my precious one. But if it is your true want. Bound with her skin on display. Her wanting whimpers echo, as my whip flutters and cracks forcefully against her flesh. Yet, still, her desire drips down her thighs. As my leather cuts the air, welting her smooth canvas, she screams in frenzied excitement, causing my erection to throb and pulse, repeating with each delicious stroke. Moaning together, our hunger palpable. Her devouring, an inevitable pleasure. *** As she carefully cut into the crotch of my white tights and then pulled my hardening cock through the hole, I wondered why I had agreed to this. Then, as she stood up and did a one-and-a-half-turn pirouette followed by a bend to touch her toes, I remembered. The back of her tutu was sticking up, and the hole in her gusset framed her glistening pussy. I'm ready for you, Mr Valentino, she said. I thought it was Valentine I replied. Never mind put it in, and don't spare the horses, you Italian stallion, she responded. *** Walking home, holding hands, they are both aroused after an evening of close dancing and use the short walk along the avenue. They halt to face each other, kissing with extreme passion, hands caressing backs. Tongues dancing. Bodies are quivering. He sits her on the wider section of the fence top. Her thighs separate as he manoeuvres his exposed lance into her moist folds. They kiss firmly, slowly gyrating so as not to be too evident as their hearts and nerves soar to the heights of orgasmic ecstasy as he fills her sex. Temporarily sated and zipped, they continue home. *** Gripping her calves, he lifts her legs over her head, resting her toes on the headboard. This erotic move opens her up and presents a succulent meal for him to feast upon. The first taste of her nectar whets his palate, enticing him to lap more fervently at her sweet, delectable cream. When exploring her with his tongue causes her body to quiver, he indulges his hunger and devours this sumptuous meal. Her cries of passion only encourage him to continue consuming her until her juices erupt, quenching his thirst. What a delicious Valentine's Day feast you are, baby! *** Heading home, I could see a light ahead by the sacred standing stones, illuminating a grotesque jack-o-lantern pumpkin being, clad all in black. Jackolantern grabbed a naked maiden, thrusting his rampant cock into her, each thrust draining her life. Soon, four maidens lay discarded, barely alive. Jackolantern glowed with sex magic energy. A hooded druidess appeared chanting, Power of Three, blessed be, Maiden, Mother, wisest Crone, I beseech thee, bind this evil! Send him back home by the power of the Goddess. Jack-o-lantern's face and body distorted and dissolved as he was sucked back into the underworld. *** Wifey volunteered us for Halloween with the Single Parents Group. She prepared nibbles and titbits for the adult party. Myself, Charles, and Tony, took seven kids trick-a-treating for hours. Paul, Andy, and beers, swapped first, Karl, Robert, and whiskey, later. finally arriving at Steve's to put the kids to sleep. Wifey texted,bed now, you stay, have fun'. Steve explained single parents rarely get out late. The new mom in the pumpkin bikini took the party to hers. Paul swapped with Steve, new mom was putting out. I got home at four, threw some orange rubbish away, and slept on the couch. *** You have a talent for pumpkin carving,. he said, eyeing my display. Outstanding attention to detail. What's your secret? If you want to find out, shoutpumpkin!. three times when you cum,. I laughed. You're weird? I hear that a lot. So, are we going to fuck then? What do you think? Don't forget to say pumpkin,. I reminded him just before climax. And so, shooting his load, he did just that. In a flash, he turned into a pumpkin, his final ecstasy captured with perfection. I picked him up and placed him on display along with the others. *** You likeem big? My husband flirts with the blondie trying to haul an orange behemoth into her wheelbarrow. It seems she popped a few buttons of her plaid flannel in the process. Aah surrdo. Her country-girl accent and dirty smile is pure temptation. Got monster ones in the barn for the fair, wanna seeem? When I ask the price of those and she rakes her chocolate manicured nails on my husband's denim-caged monster, I'm not shocked, not even surprised. We leave with so much more than a 200 lbs showpiece smelling of her pumpkin pie. *** Vibrant red dress, a slit to the crotch - made to be noticed. Legs that go on forever. Eyes meeting across the party, a flick to the left, we both know. No words, just coming together. Hands on your thighs pushing that dress up - no thong or panty in sight. Puffy lips, electric under my tongue, probing your folds, tasting you. Clit between my lips, sucking and pulling. Hands in my hair, nails scratching as I suck. Hands on your hips, holding you close. Cumming on my face, silently. Hostess of the Halloween party, offering me pumpkin cocktails as we return. *** After months on deployment, I was grateful to come home to my wife in a skimpy She-Devil costume, a jack-o-lantern glimmering in the window of the dark living room. In the pumpkin's flickering candlelight, I squinted to bring her into focus to see that her breasts were inexplicably larger, and her ass shapelier than before. As she beckoned to me from the bedroom, my cock painfully strained against my uniform seeing everything but her plastic horns discarded in the hallway. It was then that I noticed the dying Jack-o-lantern's odd pulse. Morse code? L.-..E.A.-V.-E. THAT-.. .--ISN'T...-. .----.-YOUR-.-----..-.-.WIFE.-- .. ..-. . *** It started with a game of truth or dare. I stupidly picked dare. Everyone was afraid of her. She was a witch, after all. The pumpkins on the porch all gave me a knowing look as I stood at the door and knocked. She never said a word. Just crooked a finger tipped with a blood-red nail, drawing me into her house. She smiled and I was lost. Some sort of spell. It had to be. I mean, I wasn't even the slightest bit queer. Not that it mattered when I crawled into bed with her, trembling with lust. *** I received an invitation to a Halloween party. At the address, there was an abandoned house, I went in. A ghastly figure motioned me into a room. Once in the room, I felt cold skeletal fingers undressing me. I was directed to a bed where my arms and legs were strapped down. Watching a porno version of Legend of Sleepy Hollow, a ghostly figure with a pumpkin head settles on my hard cock, riding metil I came. I also watched as the pumpkin-headed ghosts were fucking next to me. I went back the next day and found nothing. *** Halloween fancy dress, I love it. Vanessa, my girlfriend's a witch with a broomstick and no panties!!! I'm a Mummy. All appendages and I mean all appendages wrapped up. By the light of the pumpkin lanterns, so many guests fondling myjoke. cock and my face covering, hiding the pleasure and stupid grin. Vanessa cleverly worked the bandages so my member remained straight out from my crotch, and even my sister-in-law, laughing, gave it a playful squeeze. My hard-on has remained all evening! Later. When we're alone, we will see who had the most orgasms pulling on cock or broomstick? *** What is that? Underwear, I replied. I had mine on, she was taking hers off. No.what's that on your underwear? A jack-off lantern. See where the eyes are supposed to? And the nose? Holes for my. I can see. Your junk is hanging out of the holes. Got a problem with it? No. It's just. Yes? I'm allergic to pumpkins. All gourds. Squash too. I hate Halloween because of it. Sorry. Didn't know. No worries. I'm just not sure if I can. We're at a swinger's club. If you can't, someone else will. That really sucks, dude! That's the idea. *** I was entranced at the sight of Zelina, the Mystic Cult Queen, writhing and dancing in her glorious nudity around the pumpkin-colored magic dildo mounted on the floor. Bound and stroked by her equally lovely acolytes, my cock rose to attention. The ladies said that at the peak of her arousal, she would impale her luscious pussy upon its massive girth. My erection wavered when they told me that I would be next, and since I don't have a vagina, it would be going in a different hole. I hope her juices lubricate it sufficiently. Yeesh. *** From the dark forest into the moonlit fields I run, huffing and sweating. He is close I hear him right behind me. My foot jams, and I fall, spotting the pumpkin too late, and he is on me in an instant. His stank breath fills my nostrils as we struggle, his teeth inches from my face, spittle in my eyes. Daddy, don't! She pulls him off, and I jump up before he pulls free of her grasp. I run for my life. You little bastard! echoes in the still night. Banging the farmer's daughter is a risky proposition. *** A gourd works as well as a crystal ball, the witch-mother cackled, hacking the top off the pumpkin. The innards were stringy. Meditate upon the strands of time. Focus, believe, let your essence flow. Your heart's desire shall be granted. Alone, I stared into web-like pulp, my fingers fucking my cunt and stimulating my clit. My essence flowed with orgasmic bliss. Multiple, screaming orgasms consumed my steaming flesh as visions of my perfect man, fucking me to oblivion, raced through my mind. Twenty-two orgasms possessed my soul. That same number of years later, I met the man of my dreams. *** Treat me gently, I'm a virgin - at Lush comps, I mean! I laughed when I opened the box. A pumpkin butt plug? You needed some new jewelry for the party. Oh, I see! Me in my short little French maid outfit, dancing, playing pool. Don't forget, playing Twister. Right - and no panties allowed, I'll bet. He frowned. No, that would take all the fun out of it! Of course. And you're wearing? A giant hard-on, no doubt. I smiled. And yourScream. mask. Wear your thin knit workout pants and no undies, and it's a deal! He nodded. I can do that. Let's go, Punkin. Butt, it'll be fun! *** Pumpkin was misunderstood by her sisterhood. She eschewed the flowing robes others wore for a sexy v-neck with an asymmetrical hem. She focused her craft on self-love, rather than the more customary practices. She held her broom firmly, intoning the words that would transform the stick. Phallos figura. The smooth end erupted into a mushroom-shaped head. Lifting the dress's hem, her next spell was spoken. Tremorous. The sudden humming was muffled as she straddled the broomstick. Tremorous maxima! she yelled. The vibrations increased. She inserted the end of her broom. Figura maxima, she sighed. Her first orgasm came swiftly. *** Chatter filled the house party, as the pumpkin witch cast her love spell over the guests. Suddenly, Big Bear found himself irresistibly drawn to Harley Quinn. Oh, big puddin, wana sneak-away! she teased. Big bear growled he agreed. The Sexy Nurse, eyes twinkling with desire, approached the Sexy Headmistress. Let's play doctor, baby. Zombie Man stumbled towards them, groaning in passion. Braaains. And booobies. Joker, chuckled seductively to Wonder Woman, Why so serious, my dear? Wonder Woman, blushing beneath her tiara, whispered breathlessly, toying with his tie, I'm only serious about you, Joker. The pumpkin witch smugly looked on. *** The Halloween sex party invite said a pumpkin must be part of your attire. Mine my mask. My wife's painted on her bare bottom, her sister's idea. Cock in hand, I lasciviously look for her. In front of me, an orgy of naked bodies, probing, moaning copulating. My wife's long red hair in the middle, her painted pumpkin winking at me inviting me in. I grab her hips. My erect cock slides through the grease paint, straight into her pumpkin pie. Her pumpkin mask has slipped. Eek'. It is Halloween. It's not my wife it's my wife's sister! *** At the Samhain Festival, he spotted a curvy redhead dressed in black, her gown exposing her voluptuous breasts. Feeling lucky, he approached from behind, gripping her ass. Buy you a drink? Fierce eyes glared at him. Jeez, loosen up, Pumpkin. Your tits are screaming for attention I'd be happy to introduce them to my mouth. In hushed tones, he heard, Careful, dude, she's a witch. Oh, you're a witch? Just cast a spell, make me irresistible, and drink in this masculinity. Quick as a flash, she granted his wish. I find Moscato irresistible, she mused. And, indeed, she drank him. *** The brunette bobbed her head on my throbbing cock, her dark brown eyes locked upon mine. This was not where I thought I'd be starting off the day. She, I don't even know her name, slammed into me at the coffee shop, spilling the pumpkin spice latte down my chest. I reeked of fall and it was fucking August. I jumped as her tongue lavished my cock. She hastened her pace. Ohhh! It was far too late, I was already twitching as the wave of relief crashed. Smiling and licking her lips lewdly at me, Mmm, who needs a latte. *** I see you walking alone through the pumpkin patch. Fog rolls near the ground. I know your routine. I've been watching you the past few weeks. I know everything about you. At night I fantasize about what I would do to you. How I would fuck you. How your body would feel underneath me as I pounded my corn cob deep inside you. My long fingers brush against your arm as you walk past me. You shiver, as do I. I wish you could see me for more than what is before you. A lonely scarecrow, forever wanting you. *** I have to leave by midnight. Why, will you turn into a pumpkin? No, but I get hungry. As the date ticked from October to November, though, I was lost, buried too deep to care, her claws in my back and her breathless lips on my neck. Then: teeth. That was ten thousand Halloweens ago. There are no humans left to feast on now. Our kind sucks on scorpions, fight and fuck to pass the time, and wait. *** The candlelight burned bright behind the empty eyes of the hollow pumpkin, its fixed grimace of a smile gleefully egging the lust-filled teenagers on. The candlelight shone on sweat-soaked skin, gleaming off wet folds of flesh explored by eager tongues, insistent fingers, and a proud, taut cock. The candlelight shone brightly in the darkness, a beacon in the black, bringing forth creatures of the night. Winged beasts, multi-legged crawlers, and those shaped like men. The candlelight flickered and danced in the pumpkin head. It caught the frantic stare of wild-eyed fear. It glistened off the knife as it fell. *** He invited her to dinner, the woman he'd left my mother for. She interrogated me at the table, my eyes glancing at her breasts, with my father tired and oblivious. She yearned for my acceptance, but I wanted something in return. After he went to bed, we shared a bottle of wine that loosened us, and our morals, turning flirting to eroticism. By the time the morning announced itself through the blinds, I had given her all the answers she craved and a bellyful of my acceptance. If she wanted to replace my mother, I had to replace my father. *** Yesterday, we shared a cup of pumpkin spice chai. Tonight, she dances nude with her twelve sisters all women of faultless beauty and perpetual youth, dancing solemnly and chanting in muted tones. Earlier, I had again plunged into a tempestuous sea of lithe and luscious flesh where nothing was ever denied me. Thirteen bodies, each as perfect and desirable as the next, had fulfilled my every last desire. The moment approaches, she whispers. And I listen to their chanted words. O great triple goddess, Through countless years the same, Enfold him in thine arms For Oblation is his name. *** The host to the naughty, nude, Hallo's Eve party hands me my gift. Do the obvious, she commands. I open the box, and my heart leaps, and my pink little pucker twitches as I see it a glass butt plug with a jack o'lantern at the head. Eagerly, I cover the head with plenty of spit and unceremoniously push it into my tight little asshole. Can this be? I whisper to myself. A huge black man enters the room. I gasped after seeing his manhood hanging halfway to his knees. On the head of his shiny, thick cock, is painted a grinning pumpkin. *** When your big tiddy goth girlfriend wants to fuck in an abandoned church on Halloween, you make it happen. Naked as Eve in the Garden, Lilith presses her glorious pumpkin-sized tits against my chest. Claws scourge my back as I defile her atop the altar, and a wicked tongue spouts profane glossolalia at her second cumming. Then, my devoted supplicant kneels to await her anointing. With stroke after stroke, I paint her upturned visage like the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Red tongue flicks out across black lips to sample white jism. Smiling indulgently, the gothic beauty purrs, Mmmm. Sacrilicious! *** My neighbor Katee sunbathes nude in her back yard, but it's October. I won't see her beautiful, big-titted body for six months. She sets out a white, ghosty pumpkin four days before Halloween, with winking eyes and an O-shaped mouth, adding saucy features each day. First, eyelashes. Then, lipstick. Finally a Sharpie word balloon: COME HERE, BIG BOY. Halloween, after all the trick-or-treating is done, I sneak over to her door, shoot my sweatpants to my ankles, and mount the pumpkin, fucking it right through the mouth, perfectly sized for the diameter of my dick. My cumshot extinguishes the candle. *** Trick or treat, I say after she opened the door. A devilish smile spreads across her face she pulls me inside. She drops to her knees as I unzip my pants. Greedily, she takes my erect shaft into her mouth, unbuttoning her shirt. I feel my head penetrate her throat. Her gulps and gags are the only sounds heard in the house. She removes her shirt. Her breasts adorned by mischieveous jack-o-lanterns painted on them. Spray your warm cum all over my pumpkin tits, she whispers. Wasting no time, I cover her knockers with my seed. She smiles. Happy Halloween! *** As I slid off my panties, a glistening wetness drew my attention—a sign that I was entering the most horny phase of my cycle. Mesmerised by the wet, slippery spot, I buried my nose in the sweet, intoxicating scent. My tongue trailed hungrily over my slickness, savouring every drop as if it belonged to the redhead from my fantasies. With one hand, I traced the outline of my aching folds, my swollen clit begging for attention as I caressed it. As firm strokes transformed a pulsing throb into an ecstatic wave, I wished it was her fingers delivering the pleasure. *** They stood atop lover's leap, hand in hand, staring into the thousand-foot void. Together. Forever, she announced. He nodded and turned to look into her eyes. They lurched at each other, lips crushing together, hands ripping their clothes to get at their tender flesh before they fell – onto the floor, inches from the cliff's edge, his uncontrollable cock thrusting into her. The fuck was cosmic. Out of this world, orgasmic cries drifted on the breeze, and with her head hanging over the precipice, she gulped in the fresh air. Maybe this is just too good to jump, he said. *** Kneeling before him, I release him from my mouth. I see my saliva glistening as he strokes his full length. I follow the tip with my tongue, wanting to taste. It's perfect, with pre-cum beginning to flow. I resist the urge to trace my tongue from base to rim and take him deep again. He groans, stroking harder and faster. I close my eyes and open my mouth. I stroke my clit, and his growl brings my climax. I taste him on my lips. My head falls back. I offer my breasts, wanting them coated with his gift. *** Public place, sensible, she's already at the table. I want to kiss her, but we shake hands, hers soft and small in mine. She stands up that dress should cover everything but is unbuttoned for a flash of cleavage, lace, and thigh - surely on purpose? We talk and laugh, and I want to buy her a drink, but it's not appropriate this time, and I can't stop watching those lips and that swell of breast and flash of lace. and, just like that, she stands up and says, Thank you, Mr Mearns. It's been a pleasure teaching Bobby this year. *** It's addictive, its power unsurpassed in the natural world. It takes you in, holding you hostage until your desire is drained, and the magic portal of pleasure pulls you back in, time and again. Caution, logic, and reasoning are thrown to the wind. Brain fog takes hold, and it controls you. You will give up your time, your money, your heart. and your soul. The Voodoo Clam. The Magic Muff. The Golden Pussy. The One. The soul-swallowing pleasure palace that can drive one to the heights of exhilaration. or into the depths of madness. A most bewitching treasure. *** Husbands away, Danielle and Amanda loved getting topless while they discussed recent indiscretions. Danielle's beautiful, large tits dangled jauntily as she said to Amanda, It's great that you're enjoying anal so much, recently. Does your new guy provide plenty? Yeah, I can't wait to have his BBC in my ass again, Amanda replied. My last anal was with Rick, after that topless dinner party, said Danielle. The notion of Amanda's husband, Rick's, cock thrusting in her friend's ass was too much. Amanda climaxed uncontrollably as Danielle thrust more intensely with her strap-on into Amanda's anal canal, lovingly lubed with their cunt-juices. *** There were three hours left before Rich clocked out of work. I have been bored all day, doing nothing but sleep and eat on my day off. I decided to FaceTime him. Sexy bum, your cam is off. The sheets on the bed rustled when I shifted. Rich, my phone's facing down. Okay. What are you doing? I'm holding something long and hard in bed. Which toy? Not a toy. It's Ben & Jerry's - Wait, what?! The inflection in his voice was evident. I giggled. One lick at a time. Sophie, don't you dare! In fifteen minutes, he was home. *** Pierre called before my organ rehearsal. When I answered, his excited baritone voice sounded like foreplay to my ears. Sophie! Jazz Night tomorrow! I'll be playing the sax! You free? I would love a night of sax with you. He chuckled, making me shift in my seat and touch myself. Wish I could listen or watch you play now. He hummed on the other line. The vibrations reached between my legs like humming there. I could feel the tingles. My clitoris had its own beat. Switch to video. Volumes up. My hand retreated from my own organ, switching to videocall. *** She knew what she was looking for in housewares and was delighted with the large selection. The clerk appeared annoyed at the choice array she'd spread out on the floor. It's just a spoon, madam! he questioned, unable to fathom her difficulty. Biting her lip, she smiled when she foundthe one. and followed the exasperated clerk to the checkout. After scanning its barcode, he absentmindedly slapped his hand with it repeatedly, the sound conjuring the image in her mind of being bent over the desk with a bare bottom and the clerk finally understanding her need for a meticulous choice. *** Emily opens the app and orders a delicious-looking pizza. After watching a few videos, she has finally decided to do a naked pizza dare. As the doorbell rings, she looks through the peephole. Seeing a delivery boy standing outside the door made butterflies flutter in her stomach. She gingerly opens the door, leaving the towel on the floor. Surrrprriiissseee! In a flash, her face turns pale as her gaze shifts from the delivery boy to her parents, standing next to him, shocked. Hello, ma'am, he grins. Here's your pizza. Emily gently hides her bare front with her hands, smiling sheepishly. *** I need your hands on me. Where? Everywhere. She'd thought it would be fast and furious, but he surprised her by taking his sweet time. Her eyes fluttered as he touched her slowly and seductively. Mmm, I love how you touch me. I love touching you. His fingers continued their erotic play as he circled her bare mound. Her eyes fluttered, and she whimpered when those fingers opened her up and slid gently inside her. His thumb moved magically on her clit as those digits thrust faster now. He knew her climax was close. BANG BANG BANG Housekeeping! Fuck! *** I loved my ex-girlfriend's dimples. My thumbs fit perfectly, and my fingerprints are embedded there. It's dark in the room full of people, all moaning, slurping, and fucking. I arrive late and join the fray. A mouth on my cock gets me fully hard, and I want to fuck. I turn to see a beautiful bum wiggling at me, her pussy asking for my attention. A quick move and I grab her, push in, and my thumbs find. dimples. Those dimples. Hello, Kimmie, I chuckle. Just shut up and fuck me, she replies. Just like old times. *** Janet lay on Zack's naked chest. I set up our first threesome. With Alice? No. We're doing a Bi-MMF threesome. But I'm not gay! I've been testing you, Zack. Monday you came in my mouth, then kissed me. Tuesday, I made you cum just by licking your asshole. Wednesday, you fucked me, and licked your own creampie. Thursday, I fingerfucked your ass, and you sucked my fingers ATM. Did not! Tonight, I asked if you wanted to fuck my pussy or my ass, and you chose my ass. I'm not gay! Definitely not! But I'd say you are pretty darned bisexual. *** Greedy fingers teased the slick opening of her soft, inviting pussy. Entering her slowly, he watched her eyes flutter with each thrust. He massaged her tender nub, moving in and out with a deliberate rhythm. She arched her body, hips moving at the same seductive tempo. I love watching you while I take you like this, seeing the pleasure on your face, feeling the desire as your body moves with mine. She panted and moaned, rendered speechless. Feel me inside you, owning you. His words ignited her passion as she climaxed for him. Only then did he explode inside her. *** The sound of repeated friction on slippery and wet surfaces complemented moans that floated across air waves. He was coaxing me to the herald of my paroxysmal excitement, as he was close. Our hearts beat faster while our blood pressure rose. Our breaths became quicker and heavier as involuntary muscle contractions occurred in our genitals and throughout our bodies. The peak of pleasure was shared as dopamine was released. We kissed, cuddling, as oxytocin reinforced the feelings of love and attachment until we fell into a relaxed, deep sleep, knowing that despite the distance, we are together as one. *** Straps bind my limbs delectably as I hang naked from the ceiling in a spread-eagle position, just as Sir left me. A rush of heat builds between my thighs as I bite down on the ball gag, my cheeks flushed with desire. When the door opens, a stunning blonde professional dominatrix enters—my new Mistress. She slowly approaches me, her eyes filled with a mix of excitement and curiosity. Her fingers caress my tender skin, igniting a burning need between my thighs. She has complete control, and I willingly submit, knowing she will test my limits and satisfy my deepest desires. *** She twirled around the pole, false enthusiasm on her face. She could have chosen a gem for her stage name: Ruby, Jade, or Sapphire. Perhaps a different virtue: Faith, Charity, even the popular but inaccurate Chastity. But looking out across the sea of half-seen faces, leering gazes that represented a new transmission for her car or books for school, or just another chunk for her nest egg, the young woman knew she'd chosen well. She would have a future after this, unlike her mama. She'd make that future. Hope danced for the faceless wallets, taking solace in the power of names. *** I'd been aroused all afternoon, and when he walked into the kitchen and saw me in nothing but one of his old dress shirts, he knew. Any doubts he may have had were erased when I knelt in front of him and unzipped him, moaning as I took him into my mouth. His beautiful cock grew huge and hard, and by the time he filled my mouth with his hot cream several minutes later, I was dripping, my arousal wetting my thighs. He lifted me onto the counter and knelt to return the favor. And then he did, several times! *** He loved her mature body, with it's imperfect fleshy curves. It was warm and soft to his touch. He lay there beside her and dragged his fingers over her skin, watching it respond. This morning he was going to take her from behind and pound her senseless. He eased her over, grasping her cheeks with his calloused hands, pulling them apart, and rolling them between his fingers before spanking each cheek. He licked her moist pussy, feeling it swell with need. Then the barrage began driving deep, he was frenzied and merciless. This was all about him and his need. *** I used to binge-read the oldest poems and follow the authors. Never a fangirl. Not until I read a relatably titillating story from a certain author. Every time, in each story, like a virtual reality experience, I would be transported into the heroine's character and feel what she experienced. My petals would be dewy my pearl and nipples would be erect. My breathing would deepen while my heart would beat faster as I read each sentence until I reached its climax, pushing me to my own pinnacle of tingling pleasure. I told him he should change his name to lefttinglingu. *** Sir grumbled as he meticulously applied opaque stickers to our windows. Why did you do that? I inquired. Because you walk around naked. I don't want our neighbours to film you, making you a FikFap star. I'll start wearing clothes. Sir examined me, laughing and shaking his head as he noticed I was only wearing thongs. I highly doubt that. Smirking, I teasingly slipped off my thongs. Bad girl, he chuckled, playfully swatting my behind. Now I will have to punish you. Without stickers, anyone could see the sticky explosion of cum that covered my face a few minutes later. *** My knees were up and spread with my toes hanging off the cushion of my big comfy chair. I cursed my insecurities as I furiously plunged a couple of fingers in and out of my pussy and angrily twisted my smiling clit-with-no-name. I came out of retirement to work with a group of millennial x-y-z-ers, all of whom were surprised that I hadn't ever given my clitoris a name. Seriously? Seriously! I took them at their word. How? Jill off. It'll come to you. It did. Now she needs a nickname. *** A lightning bolt of electricity crackled through me the moment our eyes met. He stood tall and commanding, exuding an irresistible, Alpha-male energy that quickened my heartbeat. Teasing flirtations and laughter bridged the gap between us, creating a frenzy of anticipation. Every nerve in my body ached for his touch and the air was charged with the promise of something thrilling. Unable to resist, our lips collided in a blaze of feverish desire—a kiss that broke down all barriers. At that moment, I knew I was his, enthralled by the intensity of our shared passion. *** Still between my legs, he looks down into my eyes. What are you thinking? he asks. Oh my! I'm thinking how good he feels inside of me. I'm thinking how astonishing it is that we can give each other such pleasure. He moves deep inside, and I think about that, about how one day I might feel our baby - his baby - moving inside. About how my body accepts him, eagerly welcomes him, can create new life. I wonder if a man can ever understand that kind of intimacy. Aloud, I say, I'm thinking how much I love you. *** I've been edging in my office for three hours, badly wanting to release tension and sexual frustration. One hand rubbed my pearl while two fingers of my other hand focused on my G-spot because the man I was chatting with denied my orgasm. I'm close to climax and have been begging him to permit me to cum. When he did, I followed and focused, only to be stopped pre-climax by a loud banging on my door. Sophie, there's an emergency at the restaurant, one of my cousins yelled outside. I was so close to orgasm, only to be denied again. *** She grabbed my attention, with the note she sent to my phone. I'll be the flame that dances in your eyes, the lingering scent in your sheets, an eternal seduction that whispers through the silence, an intimate siren call of desire and connection. Words which warmed my soul. The next message was simple, explicit. Please, lead me into your darkness. I smiled and licked my lips, as I'd been expecting for this moment for a while now. I messaged back, I will be with you at 7pm. I expect you naked, kneeling and ready to receive your collar. *** OH! Hi, honey, you're home early. Rev. Blackcock stopped by, unexpectedly, regarding our text asking him to join us for a threesome evening of interracial spiritual study. I invited him in, served tea, and offered him my cookies. He suggested a preliminary lesson with just him and me. I thought it impolite to refuse. He taught me to fall on my knees and worship his rod and his staff. Soon, I felt my connection with him deeply inside. It was repeatedly satisfying as he filled me to overflowing with his spirit. He said he would visit again on Saturday night. *** The message on my phone said The conference has ended, so I am all yours. I'm in room 505. Bring a bottle of wine and a bottle of lube. I'm looking forward to finding out whether you are all talk or whether your tongue is as talented as you say it is. I had both the items she had requested already packed in my bag. I took a blue pill to boost my confidence and walked to the nearest tube station. One of the many advantages of meeting someone on Lush is that you both know what you want. *** I lay in the dark between a beautiful husband-and-wife couple. They are curled up on either side of me with their butts touching my hips: His hard muscular bottom and her soft ass. My mouth tastes like his dick and cum. At the same time, my lips taste like her pussy juice. My whole face still tingles from being roughly and willingly used. I am at peace. My penis lays flaccid and spent from fucking her pussy over and over. My ass still throbs from having his dick in me from every possible angle. Now, at last, we can sleep. *** We halted our post-dinner walk and stood on the side of Brooklyn Bridge, admiring the urban landscape. I have a hard surprise for you inside my pocket. Get it, he said, whispering in my left ear. I slipped my hand into his right pocket and felt his semi-hard penis. I giggled, looked around, and discretely stroked his thick cock inside his pocket in public until it was full-on hard. He busted a big load! Reach in deeper, love, he said huskily after kissing my temple. I did as I was told. Lo and behold! He meant the bloody engagement ring! *** He'll come up behind me at the sink, my hands in soapy water, or working at the counter, or when I'm brushing my teeth. He nuzzles my neck, kisses me, breathes, I love you, into my ear, and I melt. I feel it, my body turning liquid, and I'm his, helpless. He'll touch my breasts, my bottom, press his hard heat against me, and my body responds, readying for him. He lifts my skirt or tugs my pants down, and I bend over eagerly as he enters me, slowly, deeply, taking me, two now one as our love flares anew. *** Annie became annoyed by something while masturbating. She walked over to her bedroom door, stark naked, and opened it halfway. Her firm, medium tits jiggled, and her plump ass swayed with every step. She could hear her dad yelling downstairs. He'd misplaced something in his toolbox and couldn't find it anywhere. Annie was so aroused that she couldn't wait any longer to touch herself again. Closing the door, she hopped back onto her bed and opened her legs wider. She tapped the soft, smooth pussy mound with her palm before putting the long screwdriver into her swollen honeypot. *** Her red-nailed fingers rub her clit as we watch each other on camera,and she thrusts her vibrator into her dripping cunt. Can I cum? A desperate plea escapes my lips as his cock pounds into me while I'm on all fours, but Sir refuses to grant permission. Looking at the camera, I beg her. I like it when she begs, she moans. Me too, he says, thrusting harder, faster. After several minutes of sweet agony, he commands, Cum for us, slut. Wail tears from my throat, her moans nearly drowning out his groan as his hot seed fills me. *** He grumbled, hearing the off-key Here Comes Santa Claus song. Stomping into the wannabe-bedroom-but-Christmas-decoration-storage room, he witnessed Jen's spectacular ass excitedly wiggling while she unpacked decorations. Jen, it's September! She laughed, eyes twinkling like Christmas lights. His finger jabbed the air. I FORBID it! No tree until December! Her eyes glared like Rudolph's red nose then hubby found himself hogtied with tinsel. His ribbon-strangled cock begged for attention while Jen (with ornaments hooked around her jellybean nipples) fucked herself with last year's leftover candy cane. She smeared her Christmas cream on hubby's face before finishing decorating. Never too early. *** Our new friend brought me to such good orgasms with his fingers, tongue, and thick cock before finishing inside me, but now, spent, he leans back against the dresser, his cock drooping and dripping, watching as I step over my husband's face and lower myself to his waiting lips. God, Richard's so good at this, and I come again as I grind myself into his face! If he doesn't come while he's cleaning up - he does, sometimes - then his big cock will soon slide deep inside my messy pussy. By then, John should be ready for round two. *** His voice was like a physical presence, provoking a wave of goose pimples to rise on her skin. She imagined his murmurs against her ear, his warm breath on her neck, then lifting her towards paradise as he suckled each of her breasts, bringing her life within. Even here, listening from afar, each tantalising word, lit a fire within her. She craved his breath, feeling it along her thighs moving to her velvet lips of pleasure. Feeling his tongue, tease and torture her velvet lips until her river spurted and she knew that she belonged,to her Angel *** I see them in the park, holding hands. One pale, the other dusky. I watch as they look into each other's eyes and kiss. Their overwhelming sensuality, their intense passion, and unashamed love overcome me. Mouth dry, I swallow. I imagine them together, the sheen of sweat on naked skin lips and hands urgently roaming. I want to be them. For a moment I am them. Fingers delve and hot cunts grind. Grunts and moans reach a pulsating crescendo. I gasp as we climax together. Curious eyes meet mine. I blush as the warm, sticky stain spreads. Do they guess? *** His steel hardness pulsed inside of me, my pleasure nub rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone. You'll stay still. Yes, I moaned softly in a divinely erotic trance, completely surrendering to his commanding presence. His lips brushed against my neck, causing me to tremble in anticipation of his bite. The pain from his fangs piercing my skin was exquisite, blending seamlessly with the pleasure coursing through my veins. As a tsunami of euphoria swept over me, my pussy convulsed around him, tightly gripping and milking every last drop of his essence as he fed on me—his willing blood slave. *** He sits down on the couch next to her, tired after work. Honey, can you be a good wife again? he asks, pointing to his massive hardon. She ties her hair into a ponytail, sits on her knees, and begins sucking the warm, pulsating meat like a delicious candy. Soon after, he moans, and she feels jet after jet of thick, sticky cream flood her mouth. Thanks, sweetheart! he gasps, satisfied. You're a good wife. It's been three years, and you still get confused between your wife and her twin sister, she chuckles, wiping her lips with her palm. *** Recently removed panties lightly bind her wrists, strong hands working circles over her shoulders and down her sides. A shiver of excitement, anticipation. Fingers working knots, exploring muscles - long strokes, going deep. Kisses around her neck and earlobes, pressure, and restraint. Writhe of excitement, what might follow? Automatic and anticipatory, exhilaration making legs part, a quiver of expectation, fingers dance over firm cheeks. Parting, exploring, raising to meet. Bent head and long outstretched tongue. A tingle and fizz - first touch before worlds combine, his tongue enters her soft wet folds Exploding on his face, co-joined. Lost forever, so right. *** She had guarded her heart like a treasure the lover in her dreams was the only person to see what her heart contained. Those barren years had robbed her of being cherished and sexually desired. She saw her dream come alive before her eyes. Caught in the moment, no plan of action, simply awaiting his seduction to unfurl, but not knowing how or when. Then she felt the one who could see her heart. The one who was romance who sees beauty in the smallest moments and believes in the magic of love. In giving everything, she became alive *** Sharon cries, Please, Mike! I don't want a divorce! I shake my head in disbelief. You fucked three other guys! She reaches for me, but I flinch away. I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry. But money's been really tight since I lost my job, and the kids were starving! I did what I had to do to make sure they could eat. My eyes narrow. An accusing finger jabs the air. Bullshit. That explains the butcher and the baker, but the candlestick maker? Sharon bites her lip, expression somewhere between guilt and reminiscence. Yeah, okay. That one was for me. *** You've created this monster, begging to take my cock in your throat. It's so fucking hot that I want to do nasty things to you. She purred and continued this erotic oral worship, devouring his manhood—a hungry whore. He moaned, bucked, and very nearly shot his seed down her throat. Instead, he flipped her over and plunged into her needy pussy. Take my cock, slut! He hammered into her tight, wet hole from behind as her tits bounced with each vigorous thrust. They fucked as if their lives depended on it. Of course, in their decadent world, they did. *** I snuck out of the party to call my husband and tease him about how horny the strippers were making me. He laughed, telling me to go for it, knowing I wouldn't, that the guys were likely off-limits. He was shocked when he got the video of me sucking the stripper's big cock, but when I called later, he said he couldn't wait to kiss me. He was rock hard when he felt my hot, puffy lips on his, the scent of cum on my breath. I could hardly wait to see how he'd react when he kissed me elsewhere.. *** The stereotypical Doctor-Nurse interaction prevailed. The major operation had not gone smoothly. It was the nurses. fault. Dr. Carrington tore strips off the senior nurse. Nurse Blyth, your team performed poorly—they were slow, clumsy, and discourteous. The outcome has not been optimal. Allocate more senior nurses to my next bypass procedure. Yes, Doctor, came the reply. Friday night, Dr. Carrington needed stress relief: wine, and then straight into uninhibited filthy sex. Kneeling on the sofa, wet pussy exposed, the edict was issued. Push that huge stiff black cock into my cunt right now, Nurse Blyth. Yes, Doctor, he replied. *** Starts behind my earlobe. Leaves a wet trail makes me shiver. Traces down my throat and slides around my breasts. Outlines my nipples until they pebble into peaks. Slips over my stomach, teasing lower, closer. Moves across my mons as I raise my hips for more. Glides between my hot, swollen lips, not stopping when I gasp. Drips onto my desperate, tingling clit, cooling me even as I moan for hot release. Then he takes another ice cube and does it all over again. *** After the race, I brought the winner a drink into his paddock. Need anything else? You. He approached, making me lean against the hood of his Porsche as he unzipped his racing suit, his toned body glistening with sweat. Celebrate with me? Nodding, I lifted my dress, revealing my bare, glistening folds. As he drove himself deep within me, I felt an intoxicating rush. My violent moans attracted the pit crew, who gathered around, increasing my arousal. I always share my sluts, he groaned. My body trembled under his powerful thrusts, eager for everyone to fill me with their cum. *** Two nudist older men offered help upon seeing my struggle on the pool inflatable with balancing my glass and applying sunscreen. I accepted and lay on my stomach. They stood on each side, squeezing the cream out. Now single, I've craved touch since my last sexual encounter. I pursed my lips, but sweet moans escaped my mouth as they spread the sunscreen all over my body. My nipples were hard. I opened my legs, moaning more when they started fingering my glistening sex. My grip tightened on the glass as I convulsed in ecstasy, soaking the towel with my juices. *** Last night, he'd laid in bed thinking of her while he pleasured his cock. Picturing what he would do to her had made him so fucking hard! He loved the look of her, the feel of her, and, mmm, the taste of her. While stroking his shaft, he imagined her tied up and begging to take his cock in her mouth with her eyes full of lust. As he climaxed, he envisioned himself shooting his thick load all over her beautiful tits. He grinned. Even when he masturbated, that sultry redhead made him cum harder than any other woman. *** The autumn breeze kisses our heated flesh. The season of change. Falling leaves, necessary for rebirth. Giggling, she tickles my nipples with hers before our tangled bodies fall into the pile of leaves. We roll around and make unhurried love. Her pussy hugs me tightly before letting me withdraw. Will you miss him? She waves my deflating cock at me. I'm unsure how to answer. My gender reassignment surgery is tomorrow, removing the remnant of Alex. Always supportive, she kisses me, her tongue tasting mine, then says, Never fear, spring will come for Alexis, and I love her already. *** I want you to cum for me, Mikey, Mrs Jackson moaned seductively as she ground herself down onto his cock once more, riding him for all she was worth. But, but. I'm not wearing a condom, Mikey replied with fear in his eyes. Don't worry about that, she reassured him. Just let yourself go! Mikey's hips jerked into the air as his orgasm jolted through him and he unloaded deep inside his mother's best friend. Mrs Jackson laughed. That'll teach your mum not to cancel on me in the future! *** I've been horny and hungry driving around this desolate town in the midst of a storm. There's no available room to sleep in. Even the pump's twenty-four-hour convenience store and the diner across the street are closed. My sense of adventure is thinning out. Out of the blue, my hitchhiker asked, Do you want to tick seven items off your bucket list? I agreed. An hour later, we found ourselves on the rooftop of an abandoned building we passed by. Bonking in the heavy rain, thunder, and howling wind, our adrenaline swooshed with a chance of getting struck by lightning! *** Growing up she'd been my best friend—looked up to me as we discovered life. Then I was called away. And when I returned, I was not the same. Broken, the tables had turned. And now, experienced in ways I was not, she was guiding me. I wondered at her self-assurance her joie de vivre. Her fingers encouraged me, overcoming my uncertainty. She smiled joyfully as I slid into her warmth. Held me tenderly until I filled her, becoming one and completing a journey interrupted. Healing tears flowed as hope returned. I am home. Maybe I can be whole again. *** The stranger devoured her, ignoring me. She commanded attention, body-hugging dress amplifying her curves, no panty line in sight. I was invisible, or he thought I was her brother or friend. Made no difference. She tapped my foot, gave me a familiar look, and headed his way. She knew I was staring, all eyes on her, mesmerizing with her swaying hips. He was a wolf salivating for her flesh, believing his luck for a change. She was efficient, a couple minutes, never rejected. She walked out with him, flashing a triumphant smile. Another date night with my wife, my hotwife. *** He stood by the car, immersed in a work email, while I sat in the passenger seat. When he looked up, I smiled, slipping my hands under the hem of my red dress and pulling down my soaked black thong, unbothered by other people in the parking lot. As he got into the car, his smoldering gaze swept over me, causing my nipples to tighten. The thin fabric of my dress barely concealed the two small, quivering pebbles. His fingers sank into my molten depths as he drove to the restaurant, where he would suffer through dinner with delicious anticipation. *** The bull fucks Ellen like an artist. He's a consummate performer, dominating her and humiliating me, but always with a knowing wink. This is a game. A show. A fun time for all of us. I'm a performer, too–a comedian–and I can appreciate someone who's honed their craft: the time spent on his muscular physique, his sexual technique, his showmanship. He can give her something that I can't. Except that I can I've given him to her. Or her to him. Oh god. I can't help it the words are out before I can stop them. Take my wife, please. *** My vagina is in need of a plumber. I'm leaking juices as if a pipe has burst within me. His cock is rock hard and enlivening my clit, my breasts and my innards. I feel fantastic. Sexy. Alive. Chosen. His hands are on my naked hips, caressing my bony flesh. His scent is sweet. His naked body, frankly, looks great. I rock back and forth, and his cock stimulates me in places my fingers simple can't reach. I was taught that sex before marriage is a sin. Would a God who loved me really deny me this harmless pleasure? *** Again, that night. The groans and the screams came through the walls. Sometimes it sounded like she was dying, and then she would laugh. He was on the bed as soon as he heard it. Hard, in seconds. Pants off, then boxers. One hand under his balls, the other on his shaft. Almost no work to do—he was hypersensitive as if he'd been electrified. This night was louder than usual. Mostly from her, some from him. He decided, in a split second, to make his own noise. As he moved closer to coming, he screamed. Loudly. And their noises stopped. *** It's the final leg of our band's concert tour before disbanding. I will miss every rehearsal and gig with them, even if I'm only the new bassist. Vanessa's vocalization practices on my pussy, Jacob's fine-tuning of my nipples, if not strumming inside my knickers, and our keyboardist Michael's fine fingers on my G-spot will be missed. Our drummer? I'm William's biggest fan, from our bodiespercussion to the vibration he brings to each cell of my being when he strikes his hard stick in my wet walls. He deserves a Grammy! Together, it's a gang bang with the band. *** . Hey, babe, thanks for the great blowjob, the guy on the phone said. Yeah, I loved that, I said, unbuttoning my shirt and fondling my breasts. I'm ready to fill you up again, he said. Again! I exclaimed, rubbing my pussy, bringing myself closer to cum. He described how he would seduce me, eat me, pin me, and fill my womb with his warm seed. We talked for a few more minutes until my body shuddered from a huge orgasm. Sorry, but this is the wrong number, I giggled as I hung up the phone. *** Did I say you could touch your cock? she inquired, sternly. That belongs to me. He raised an eyebrow, then nodded obediently, leaning back to savor her wicked oral skills. Simultaneously slipping a finger into his ass while pushing his cock down her throat rendered him incapable of holding back. He came hard, violently shooting his seed into her throat. Holy Fuck! he gasped the intensity of his orgasm left him shuddering. Did I say you could cum, baby? she taunted. Now I have to punish you! His face went pale. Who knew she would enjoy role reversal so much? *** My fingernails clawed the brick's mortar while the horny stranger slammed his thrusting pelvis against my ass cheeks. I wailed, Harder! until one pain replaced another. When I returned home, my husband rushed toward me. Thank God, you're back. I promise she didn't mean— His stale excuse fell short once he noticed my smeared red lipstick and bite marks. Emotions tore through him as the rank mixture of bar smoke and my perfume filled the chilly air between us. Then, my fingers withdrew sticky revenge from my pussy and smeared it on his face before I said, I forgive you. *** Her tongue ran a provocatively wet trail from his balls to the tip of his dick before she captured the head between her lips. She teased him briefly, then took him into her willing mouth. Clever fingers played deftly with his sac while her tongue swirled around. Gradually, her throat relaxed so she could take him deeper. With her nose nestled against his belly, she held him there and moaned, driving him crazy. His rapid thrusts made obscene noises as she eagerly devoured him. Grabbing two handfuls of red hair, he cried out as he exploded, shooting his seed down her throat. *** From curtained alcoves, the anonymous exertions of male bodies sweat into the twilit hallway. The woman's nose wrinkles. Semen. That je ne sais quoi. Come. She snaps a leash its prompt slackness engenders a smile. A man haltered by his balls is a resolutely compliant creature. The scent crescendos at the booth. Open it, pet. The door's squeak rouses movement in the shadows. Get inside. She locks the door. Figures materialize, anxiously skulking closer. A naked, heavyset man fists his tumescent cock through the hole. The woman blows a kiss to the booth. Dare me anytime, pet. Bon appétit. *** After stretching my rosebud with a dildo, I inserted the vibrator into my soaked pussy, recording everything for Sir. My moans filled the room as I shoved the dildo all the way into my tight hole, allowing me to use my free hand to soothe my aching pearl while the vibrator shook my core until I shattered into blissful oblivion. After watching the video, Sir texted, Coming home. I'm starving. When he arrived, I served a delicious home-cooked meal. I'm not hungry for food, he said before dragging me to the bedroom and indulging in all my holes. *** I stood in the doorway with the moonlight behind me. You wrapped your arms around my waist, and our tongues entwined. We locked eyes and began undressing each other. I whimpered as you pressed your lips against my ample tits, trying to squeeze more of them into your mouth. While I lay on the bed, you buried your head between my legs and tasted the sweet nectar. Suddenly, my eyes opened. Was it all a dream? I pondered. While my right hand slid between my thighs, my left hand was still holding the erotic novel. *** As Father Pavel prepared his weekly sermon, his thoughts wandered to the forbidden fruit that tempted him beyond reason. Every Sunday, she sat in the front row with parted legs so he could see the glistening treasure that made him shamefully hard. Closing his eyes, he stroked his cock, imagining he was fucking her pussy while her ample tits bounced. As he was about to shoot his load, Sister Rose walked in. She quickly knelt before him to catch his thick seed in her mouth and swallowed. Father Pavel was grateful, as always. Sister Rose mentally thanked the redheaded harlot. *** Panting, moaning, my mouth lunged over his cock, forcing it deep inside my mouth. I love you, my dear. I'm Your whore, your fucking whore. Use your whore's mouth. Fuck my throat. Possessed by carnal desire, I knelt, sucking his manhood, fondling his balls and my swollen, sensitive clit. Cum on me! Shoot your love all over me. Groaning, he pulled out as my fingers triggered my orgasm. Hot, sticky jizz erupted from his meat, splattering on my dress. Okay, let's eat. With that, we left the restroom, sitting just as the waitress brought our food. She smiled, knowingly. *** You took me captive with your smile. Our eyes began to drink each other, as we sank into ephemeral moments. The dimly lit basement covered in red velvet and black lace, the scene of our meeting. Lips on lips, fire building, you moved at my caress and we swam in a sea of passion, being tossed by wave after wave. My lips spread wide dancing across your cave, as a tsunami crashed in all its power holding on, I surfed the crest of your wave with you as I surrendered to your thighs. Dark became light, light became dark, my world complete. *** Daddy saw me standing naked, with only his maroon silk necktie covering my eyes and a set of new jute ropes proffered on my palms. From the time he arrived until now, my intimate parts and thighs were already dripping from my anticipation. Keeping my chin up, I boldly said, noticing the wetness of the rope on my groin, Daddy, I don't like it rough tonight. Baby girl, you know I was never rough. The ropes you chose are. He whispered behind me, eliciting goosebumps on my creamy flesh while he tightened the last knot of his new Kinbaku pattern. *** Her temperature cold, her resolve solid. It takes time to find the wick and light the flame. It smoulders, it sizzles, it flickers. A flicker becomes a flame and the temperature rises. The heat softens her resolve she becomes malleable. The flame becomes radiant, the wick drawing the heat inside, deep inside. She softens even more as the warmth spreads. The wick burns bright. She melts, ending in a warm, gooey mess. Her fragrance fills the air a subtle, sensual, smouldering reminder of the heat. You have to light the wick. *** Flashes of lightning illuminated the room, followed by roaring thunder. Rain fell in sheets, drenching everything. Winds howled like creatures attacking in the night. Protective arms pulled me close, and a voice whispered seductively, I have just the thing to take your mind off the storm. Clever fingers, a wicked tongue, and a hot, hard cock provided hours of delicious distraction. Orgasms ripped through my body like lightning, followed by the thunderous roar of his climax. Our juices drenched the sheets. Decadent sex left us winded from howling like creatures fucking in the night. What storm? I purred. *** Her unique scent attracts my attention before I notice her. She twirls her blonde curls, flirting with a woman behind the counter at the mall, her laughter filling the air. My mind fills with images of how her body trembled with pleasure as my fingers explored her depths. She'd arch her back, gripping the sheets, softly moaning and begging for more. My tongue danced on her delicate nub as she writhed in ecstasy, grinding against my mouth. Sir's arms wrap around my waist, and a damp kiss grazes my neck. Time to go, Emma we've got a dinner reservation. *** Okay, it's a nude beach everyone looks. Yes, she was gorgeous, built, had amazing boobs. and pierced nipples! But did he have to stare? My husband was practically drooling - and he was getting a boner! I poked him. He tried to look innocent. What? Oh, please! Do you like hers better than mine? I squeezed my boobs. Should I get mine pierced? Uhhh. Two hung, tanned studs walked by. Maybe I should ask them. When I moved, he pulled me back, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. Just like that, the Green-eyed Monster returned to its lair. *** William's elevator rides with Jocelyn were always special, especially since she had learned hypnosis. Twenty-seven floors separated them from their destination. She never needed that many. On the first floor, she undid her blouse to reveal a diamond necklace. On the second floor, the necklace swung left and right. On the sixth floor, William's eyes got heavier and heavier. On the eighth floor, she commanded him to sleep. On the tenth floor, he mindlessly unzipped his fly. On the twenty-seventh floor, the cleaning crew was shocked to discover how much cum they had to clean off the walls. Better take the stairs next time. *** You're sitting at the bar, every woman around you vying for your attention. The blonde touches your arm, pouting when you don't acknowledge her. The brunette's tits fall out of her dress, yet you don't notice them. The tall, exotic-looking woman with jet-black locks trailing past her shapely ass is making come-fuck-me eyes at you, but you act as if she's invisible. You stand and, to their chagrin, walk to me and take me in your arms. Hello, my sexy redhead. Observing envious eyes shooting silent daggers at me, I flash a catty smile their way. Hello, Lover. Kiss me. *** That magic night in New York. After sixty years together, our first visit. Strolling from Broadway, I took her hand. She looked up at me, Handholding? Long time since, I agreed, wondering, was this the NY state of mind? In the hotel bathroom, she declared, Try a bubble bath? Another first for us. Overpowering, with misplaced desires, springing fresh. Towel-wrapped, she touches my semi-erection, saying, Standing proud tonight. Could he? For this one night? Her breast amazingly solid under my touch. My fingers stroked deep between moistened labia. The bed welcomes two lovers recalling how it used to be. *** It was an amazing, lust-filled one-night stand. She was a freak in the bed, begging him to take every hole, and letting him cum on her tits. He watched in amazement as she scooped up every drop and licked it off her fingers as if it were buttercream frosting. As he got ready to leave in the morning, he saw her sprawled out and gorgeous and felt an odd reluctance to leave Fuck work, he said as he joined her on the bed Wouldn't it be more fun to fuck me? she asked seductively. He grinned and called in sick. *** Emma, you're not a race driver! If you keep shifting gears so abruptly, you might damage the transmission! He put his hand on mine while I held the stick. It's just like stroking a pussy, he said with a mischievous grin. You need to be gentle and smooth with it, not rough and aggressive. Don't rush take your time finding the right rhythm. As I started adjusting the lever, he guided my hand, demonstrating the fluidity of the motion. Gradually, I shifted the lever into place, and he smiled approvingly. I now get wet whenever I shift gears. *** There's nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. Flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters, with an open mind, no matter how difficult, or uncomfortable some of your moments are. Treating each bookmark not with judgment, but with pure love. And, in the midst of it all, finding their own happiness enriched. For you are a book they can never put down. A book they seek to add to, with fresh and vibrant chapters, each day going forwards. Oh, how the cover feels in their hands, as they caress it, and hold it close. *** It's comfortable, almost like home. Its worn gray walls, a shield from the casual observer, in reality hides little from the determined voyeur willing to gawk through the gaps. A glance at the mirror opposite the stall reveals the number of extra feet under the blind without bending to look. Usually it's two, but sometimes four. The smooth steel acts as a soundboard for the sounds of gagging and thighs slapping within. However, amplification is not required to hear my moans of pleasure. I must hurry with tonight's number five because my husband waits for me outside the bar. *** Nineteen, my first time, a discreet motel, not romantic but the real thing at last. He was older, mysterious, probably had a wife or girlfriend, but a fan of inexperienced flesh. No strings attached. His figure imposing to mine, muscular, hairy, and well-endowed. I was petite, soft, but willing. He knew what he was doing, I didn't. Impressive stamina, controlled dominance, multiple orgasms for me, and a plentiful one for him that adorned my tummy. Days after, when I replayed the night, I sexted him. Telling him that he was a fun time and opening the possibility for more. *** He woke when the blinds opened. One of her nipples, and then the other, rolled over him. He looked out the sleeper car window. It was pink early morning the train was passing little houses cars were waiting for the train to pass. She grabbed his penis, already a little hard, and began stroking it gently. Do you want to show them? she asked, her thick bush rubbing against him as she straddled him. Show them what? he asked, fully aroused. This, she replied, as she buried him inside her cleft in the sunlight, and the people watched their happiness. *** Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I'm dying to hike your pencil skirt, peel panties aside, and bury my cock in your fiery count. I expect the affect I'm having will trigger your organism, hands tugging my head between supple thighs to finish you. You reach passed me instead. Strike a red line through my manuscript. Scrawl: Try Harder, and push me away. *** Locked in a steamy embrace, she quivered with desire as his fingers teased her delicate folds while the water rained down. Her first orgasm was quick and intense but only made her want more. Grasping her hands, he held her arms over her head against the wall, fingers intertwined. His rigid member needed no guidance finding its treasured target. Deliberate moves made her crazy with need. Faster, please! I need to cum now! He plunged into her until her body quaked, filling her with his hot seed. Shower sex—the perfect way for busy couples to multitask! *** Samuel spat on his hands and smiled. Goddess Patricia's hypnotic suggestions were clear. He was not allowed to jerk his cock but he could stroke another. He grabbed Anthony's shaft and pumped, pumped, pumped. Anthony felt the pressure building, restless fingers eager to join in on the fun, but he too was forbidden to touch himself. Only another servant's dong would please him. Luckily, Walter was right there, beside him. And Walter grabbed Bob's. And Bob yanked Mark's. And Mark pulled Luke's. Goddess Patricia laughed as the masturbatory train continued, one hundred more carriages in waiting. *** I find beauty in things others discard, so I bought the abandoned house. It first happened when undressing. I dismissed the arousing breath against my crotch as the breeze through the open window. In bed, however, I wondered if the sheet or something else grazed my cock? When billowing sheers settled, outlining a female form, I knew. I was not alone. Night after night, I awakened to titillating kisses, prefacing warm touches, and squeezing sensations, always leading to euphoric eruptions. Until one night, I awoke with my knees sliding underneath me, propping my ass. A curious longing held me still. *** A strip of leather, with a tassel at either end, each made of about two-dozen eight-inch long leather strips bound with cord. I'd removed it from a bag I'd bought in a charity shop, because I don't like fussy detail on things. It lay on my sewing table waiting for an alternative use. It wasn't long before it had one. Idly, I picked it up, holding it between the two tassels, and slapped my inner arm. A pleasing sting. Not very painful, but several more slaps, and the skin was reddened. I added it to my collection of toys. *** She'd dumped him seriously, pneumatic blonds from fucking accounts count. Glammed up, Sarah needed a man-free cocktail. The leather dyke was empathetic, flirtatious. packing. Back in Sarah's apartment, the BBC strappy took her, animalistic relentless fucking. Being used liquified her gaping cunt. A first monster multiple cums had wracked and wrecked her. Food? Sarah eventually whimpered. The dyke's hand slid lasciviously along the gooey girl-cock, Energize, then fuck again. Steaks sizzling, she pondered accompanying vegetables. Sarah's mobile pinged her ex's stiff dick-pic, the prick adding, Missing this! Of course, she whispered, texted then grabbed the baby carrots from the fridge. *** He slid his hands up her dress and probed her intimately with his fingers. You're drenched, he said, licking her juices off one finger and offering her the other. She seductively sucked her nectar from it and asked, Then what are you waiting for? He raised an eyebrow, spread her legs, and slid inside her, coating his cock with her honey. Their bodies moved in an erotic rhythm until they exploded together. He pulled out and watched his seed run down her inner thigh. Proof for your man that I fucked you, he grinned, leaving. Same time next week? Mmm-hmm! *** She lay, wrist covering eyes, stretched out, awake. He was in the bathroom. Her legs were arched, gash open, the wild dark blonde hairs, the red lips. She began to touch herself, gently, rhythmically. She could hear him moving around the room. She kept at it, wrist over eyes, hand flicking. His movement stopped. But she didn't, and almost too soon, her body tensed and shook and softened. And then his sound, like someone coming up for air. She opened her eyes, and she saw him, hand dripping, cock dripping, mouth open, eyes closed. They smiled at each other. *** She prepared herself for me, in a gossamer-thin black silk negligee, It draped across her form like mist. Her large nipples were stiff with excitement it wasn't just my presence, but the feel of the silk gently massaging their tips. To stroke her cheek, drawing my finger along her jawline and down her neck, things that make her body, show its need. The way her body hungers for more, as I kiss her silk-covered nipples. Then, loosing myself in folds of silk and her velvet. Her cries of pleasure pierce the evening sky as rapture descends. *** You want pain in the butt? in her cute French accent. Her go-to phrase as a reply to my not-so-subtle advances. They are a bit hit-and-miss, strongly leaning on the miss. Well, one out of ten is rewarding enough. She must mean that I am a pain in the butt. Minx. Then again, I've never been averse to spanking—or yet pegging. Given we share our flat, get along well and are open, advances come often. From both sides. It's only now with a baguette protruding from my posterior that I realize the keyword may have been lost in translation. Literally. *** No, one, will, ever, know, except, the, two, of, us, she said, and with each word she tapped the wet tip of his cock, making it twitch. Yes, yes, he said, begging her. But please, just, now, please. He was babbling now. Ten minutes ago, he had been the image of calm. What was he scared of? Her? Himself? She knelt over him, her dark bush touching his cock just slightly. She reached down, grazing his cock, past his tight, tight balls, to the spot where it would all begin, and then begin again. *** Inch by inch, his rigid manhood disappeared into her mouth. She eased back, then took him deeper. Guiding his hands to her red locks, she encouraged him to push her head down until her nose touched his belly. She slid her tongue down, licking his balls while she devoured him. Thrust after thrust had him ready to burst as he enjoyed this decadent oral pleasure. When he could hold back no longer, he cried out, Oh, fuck, yes! and emptied himself deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop and looked up innocently. Did that please you, sir? *** I'm curled to his back when the sun wakes me. I drape my arm over him, finding his cock, hard as I'd known it would be, throbbing. When the sun rises, so does he, just as reliably. I stroke him his hot, thick weight causing my body to respond, sensitive tissues engorging and growing moist, and when he rolls onto his back and whispers, Good morning, I'm ready. Some days it's a feast of coupling, leaving the sheets tangled and sweaty other days - today - work beckons, so I mount him and ride forward joyously to greet the day. *** Seductively, he lifted her chemise over her head and took her voluptuous breasts into his hands, squeezing them gently, eliciting a sensual moan. With patient fingers, he unhooked her bra and let it fall away, allowing him to take one luscious, pink nipple into his mouth and the other between his finger and his thumb. This exquisite nipple play drove her insane with desire as she endured the erotic torment of intimate pleasure. Fuck me now! she cried. Darling, foreplay shouldn't be rushed. She pouted. He laughed and gave in, of course. Next time, let's try for five minutes. *** It's our neighbor, Emily's, Dirty Thirty today. We hosted her party of three in our birthday suits at our home. Being new homeowners, we granted her wishes to blow my husband's magic candle and eat my moist cake between my legs. She was so grateful for our priceless gifts that she cried in happiness. They eagerly anticipated her annual week-long birthday celebration, because the neighborhood loves her so much. Surely, she had a blast when it ended, which I learned was celebrated in every home she went to for days on the block! Is it a birthday thing or trick-or-treating? *** Is this too revealing? My nipples are pressing against the thin fabric of my top, and I know that every slight movement will accentuate them. I could wear a bra to cover them up, but walking around without one excites me more than the delicious friction my nipples create against the fabric. I enjoy it when you dress up like a slut, and everyone stares, he whispers in my ear as he grasps my hand, placing it on the rigid bulge in his trousers. Later, he promises. By the time we leave the hotel room, my thongs are already drenched. *** He was a gardener. She was a wild flower, conditioned to think of herself as a weed, to be trampled underfoot. It was winter in her life, a flower without the sun. With care, she thrived in the light of his Midnight dawn. In time he both tamed and trained her to see her natural beauty. Carefully he transplanted her from the crack in the pavement to a beautiful porcelain pot, where she flourished and bloomed in his care. He watered her with love and nourished her, feeding her a special elixir of his own preparation. She became his rose. *** Spread your legs for me. She did as he commanded, giving him access to what he craved. He reached down to run his fingers along the pink folds, already wet with desire. He smiled, reveling in his power to arouse her. His thumb found her hard little nub and rubbed tiny circles around it while he nibbled on her neck and ears. Her impassioned moans echoed as he slowly thrust deep inside her. The sensation of her soft wetness engulfing his hard cock was exhilarating. As he moved inside her, he knew this wasn't just fucking it was ecstasy. *** After some intensely decadent foreplay, her lover spread a copious amount of the special anal lubricant all over her puckered rosebud. His finger slid inside her ass as he kissed her passionately. Darling, take me now, she purred. He hesitated momentarily, wondering how many men had previously had the pleasure of fucking her ass before him. Sensing his tentativeness, she whispered seductively, I've never had a lover take my ass, darling. I can't wait for you to be the first. His eyes closed, and he moaned as he pushed into her virgin asshole, never noticing that her fingers were crossed. *** I answered the knock at the hotel room door, surprised to find a sexy man carrying a folded massage table. Your husband hired me to give you our five-star massage. I glanced at Richard, who smiled.Oh, yes, please come in! As he set up, he said, Full body oil massage. oh, and I usually give my clients a happy ending. If that's OK. I smiled. What's five-star about a single orgasm? By my third, Richard's hard cock was out, and I could feel the masseur's big erection throbbing against my hand. This was going just as I'd always fantasized! *** He looked at her lustfully, pushing her onto her back. Kissing his way down her body, he stopped at her mound for some clever tongue action and slipped a finger into her wetness. As she moaned, he traced circles around her clit with the tip of his tongue, gave it a quick flick, and then took it into his mouth to suck on. Her hips gently rocked as he slipped a second finger inside her, then a third. You're so tight, baby. I'd feel even tighter with your cock in me. He grinned, obliging her. He'd be crazy to refuse. *** The sway of her chestnut hair matches her ethereal whimpers. Impaled on my husband, with the countenance of an angel, she pleads for her second prize. Posed like the Sphinx, her lips lock around Pierre's thick shaft. Sitting thigh against thigh, I can feel his warmth. Camille looks across and we share our secret connivance. Sandwiched between two experienced women, his fresh meat twitches in our seductive caress. Keep watching, she wants you to see this. Her boyfriend mumbles and fidgets. Cum for us, Camille whispers. Groaning hard, his hot cream erupts. Good boy, I purr, caressing his balls. *** How do you like my boss? Sir inquires as we are on our way home from lunch with his boss. He seems cool, though we barely talked because you were discussing business. I'm pretty sure the only thing he thinks about me is how hot I am, I joke, feigning confidence. Definitely. He likes chubby women. Chubby? Sir's hand, which is casually on my knee, creeps up my skirt. Your ass is huge—exactly how I like it. His lazy smile grows wider, his fingers sliding under my panties. By the time we get home, I'm writhing and screaming his name. *** The newly trained submissive couldn't help but moan, causing her Master to grin. His spanking initiation was typically enough to keep his subs in line. But occasionally, he was blessed to have a naughty kitten drop into his lap. So, the little slut likes to be spanked? Well, he'd make sure to find reasons to discipline her. He caught her looking at him as lust coursed through his veins. Eye contact is grounds for spanking! She smiled gleefully, positioning herself over his knee for another round. His cock twitched as he turned her bottom bright pink. .and made her cum. *** The store clerk's warm hands secure blood-red straps around my ankles. The immense heels slope sharply to polished white nails. Seduction always quickens my pulse, knees drifting apart. Wider. Nothing but wet heat beneath the tiny matching dress. His eyes saucer. I chew my lip. Flash forward to porcelain thighs wrapping his bucking hips in the stock room, perched on boxes, our frenzied needs cresting. I'll stifle moans at bitten nipples and neck. Gasp. Clutch. Chase desperate release, lidded gaze locked over his shoulder on my watching husband. I eye the clerk. The shoes. My fortieth pair. I'll take them. *** The body underneath me belongs to him. A man with high standards and harder features. Those which I enjoy at the moment. Strong muscles press into my fingers. Pubic hair tickles my nose. Veiny hardness touches my tongue. I worship all that beauty he brings to the table. But as I look up, all I see is you. You.watching me. You.turning me on. You.making me wet. Your watchful eyes are in control, guiding me with a lustful stare. You are in charge, invisibly. Watch me, baby. *** Her sweaty hand clasped a book taken from the shelf in her room. She owned all of his books. The line moved. She shuffled forward. Two left. Would he notice her dressed as a character from his book? She adjusted her red dress. One left. She hugged his book against her midriff. Her stomach fluttered regardless. Her turn. His hand touched hers, exchanging jolts. What's your name? C- Cathy. He scribbled in her book. She berated herself out of the bookstore. Her only chance wasted. She opened the book. Almost fainting, she read. Soho Grand Hotel. 212. Knock five times. *** With a playful glint in her eyes, she moved closer to him, her fingers tracing a delicate path along the rugged lines of his jaw. Let me take you for a test drive, she whispered seductively into his ear, her lips brushing his earlobe. Her fingers traced his chest, sending shivers down his spine. Every caress was an exploration, a promise of what was to come. She was ready to explore all he had to offer, pushing boundaries to discover the power and control he hid beneath his exterior. She drove him to his limits like a woman possessed *** She assured me, I'm working late, my boss is demanding, and quelled my suspicions. I loved her. I believed her. Then I found her new panties that she only wore to work. She said to avoid panty lines. I believed her. The late nights became more frequent, my suspicions arose, but she said it came with the job. I believed her. She started going on business trips, returning with new sex tricks, but she said not to worry, that she loved me. I believed her. Months passed, more questions than answers, until she confirmed my suspicions. I believed her. *** Those bronzed, muscular thighs emerging from those silken red shorts? I've seen them spread wide, trembling as she held them in the air as I pumped. That curvy bottom, stained by grass stains and bent tight as she prepares to deliver a corner? I grasped it as I nailed her from behind. I've pulled that ponytail tight. I've kissed that mouth that smiles ruefully as she loses control of the ball. I playedkeep it upwith her. She dribbled. I shot. Her scent rises from the depths of my memory. I wonder who her substitute for me is. *** I love cum in my mouth and on my lips and chin, but not in my nose, eyes, or hair. Still, it was my turn to be the main act, this week's lucky Show-n-Tell Slut for our swing group, so I made sure all three guys spurted all over my face. The watchers cheered and applauded as I came with Jack - Mr. Big - pumping deep inside of me. I was a mess, cum-slathered, dripping, hair matted, but I knew I'd have many eager hands and tongues to help me clean up in our big shower stall. Such fun! *** In the gently folded corner of her poems lies the essence of her love for him. If you were to read those unspoken poems, you would find, she whispered secrets into her cup. With salacious lips, she invited her lover for a midnight feast. Dancing in half-light she showed him her delectable desires. Stripping away her inhibitions as she shed her dress and silken lingerie. The banquet of her body laid out before him, to quench their hunger and thirst. He feasted on her body, plundering her core and nourishing her body as he filled her with his seed. *** On Korzo, I first caught sight of her flowy skirt painting shadows on her legs, the Croatian sun highlighting her wide smile. Dobar dan! Like a siren, she made me follow. The clacking of her high heels on the marble floor was her song. Through the passage of Gradska ura, she called me, leaving the old town behind. Just the sight in front of me held me captive. At the fountain of Jadranski Trg she splashed water on her gorgeous décolleté. The wind caught in her skirt - no panties. Her lips glistened as wet as her cleavage. Shielding my eyes against the blinding sun, I looked again. She was gone. *** As Sir opens the front door, his hungry eyes trace the inviting outline of my voluptuous figure, accentuated by the sheer camisole I'm wearing. Surprisingly, he groans and turns to leave. Where are you going? Service station. We've run out of condoms. You can pull out, I suggest. You are ovulating. Too risky. How do you know I'm ovulating? Twice in a row, you impatiently waited for me at the door, eager and willing. I'm blushing from embarrassment but tingling with lust as I watch him leave. After he's gone, I check my calendar and realise he's right. *** There is nothing imore attractive than feeling you get aroused, as I pull you to me, in a deep passionate embrace. My lips planting kisses over your face and neck, as my hands lightly dance, caressing every inch of your willing form. To see you let go, and be intoxicated with passion, losing your senses and becoming sexually alive and vibrant, its greatest experience a person can have. I just wish you could see your radiance pulsating To hear your voice cry out in the night, in utter release, is something that catches my breath every time. *** The dark room flickered with light from the computer screen. I stripped from the waist down, just like she told me to do. She started with my feet, gliding her smooth fingers along my arches. Her hands gripped my ankles and squeezed. I met her eyes, smiled, and she smiled back as she lubed up the wand. Hold still. An uneven exhale escaped my lips as a snail's trail of warm lube slid up my calf, in the shallow behind my knee, to my inner thigh. Your veins look good. See you next year for your annual ultrasound. *** So many possibilities as the night is ours. Would this page be one of lust, or one of deepest love? For our relationship, is an anthology of excitement and anticipation. Sometimes we create new poetry as our souls dance. Yet on others, she finds pleasure, in the whip of my desire which marks her flesh, as she in turn, uses her teeth to ravage my form. Our souls, dancing out of control, as we explore our tantric sexuality, enriching each others pleasure. As the ink spills over the page, just as freely as we paint each other, in our essence. *** Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I am experiencing lustful thoughts for a married man. I am craving his wonderous mind salivating over his luscious body. I'm wanting to dwell within the confines of his provocative mind. Not to mention dwelling within the confines of his concupiscent body. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My lustful thoughts for a sexy, married, man needs to be succinctly confessed. Father, I'm compelled to repent. But Father. Please forgive me. I need to continue in this tantalizing, all-consuming provocation. For today, Father, I said, I Do! to this beddable married man. *** She stamped her feet. Her lips were pouted, as angry as a cat protecting her young. Fuming seeing only the red mist that clouded her view, denying her everything but rage. But then impervious to her claws, my arms enfold her, my tongue speaks to her without words. My mouth claims her and after some resistance, and just like that, she is back to being my curious, and obedient little kitten. But, she is worth whatever chaos she brings to my table, and I know it. And ultimately, if not a kiss. A good spanking will soothe her soul *** Remembering the night at the bar. Just the bartender and me. Her snug top and tight jeans, me watching as she put on her little show. Bending over showing her ass. Loading the cooler in front of me, her titsaccidentally. revealed. My hand slipping my zipper down and pulling out my hard cock, as we chatted! My slow sensuous strokes, only the bar between us hiding what was happening! Then my release, my explosion, and the smile on her face. Don't forget to check the window reflection behind you next time! Would you like another beer, on me? *** Feeling guilty about missing Valentine's Day, again, he rushed home from the airport, wondering how best to make it up to her. Flowers? Chocolates? No, he had something much better in mind. Stopping by the adult toy store, he purchased some red rope to bind her and a red silk blindfold to match. Arriving home, he followed a trail of crimson petals to the bedroom, where he found her splayed before him on the bed, wearing nothing but red heels and a ball gag surrounded by ruby lips. She opened the gift bag and purred, Great minds think alike! *** He marveled at how his sub fulfilled his every need, the way she offered herself without limits, arousing him beyond belief—that he could do whatever he wished, and she would beg for more, was a treasured gift. Every part of her belonged to him, and he used her relentlessly. His rewards were many: the way her eyes sparkled while he fucked her throat, her decadent moans while he fingered her sweet nectar, and how she cried out, Harder! as he pumped into her, owning her. How lucky he was that his wife vowed to honor and obey him! *** We were waiting outside Professor Anderson's room for a seminar on Eighteenth-Century Romantic Literature when Amy arrived, smirking. Her t-shirt was splattered all over with a creamy substance that was clearly semen. Fuck, Amy, said Jane, You've been having fun. Well, I was giving him a hand-job and taking a pic on my phone, and he came sooner than I was expecting, so it went all down my front. And there wasn't time to change. What the fuck is Prof Anderson going to say when he sees that? Not a lot, I expect. After all, it's his cum. *** Cleverly removing her bra and panties with his teeth, he tormented her with sensual kisses, trailing down her shoulders and stopping at her gorgeous full breasts. He teased each nipple, flicking them with his tongue, nibbling them with his teeth, and sucking on them until he felt her squirming underneath him. He was driving her mad, and the look of passion on her face was exquisite. He moved down further still, tantalizing her bare mound with swirling kisses before skillfully dipping into the folds of her sweetness until her orgasm had her writhing with pleasure. Again? How could he refuse? *** Rummaging around the basement, she finds a small box. Wrapped in her lacy knickers is her trusty egg vibrator. Taking the egg in her hands, she turns it on. Nothing. No batteries. She reaches into the cabinet for new ones. Inserting them, the buzz is instant. Sliding into her lacy knickers, she sits on the chair. The egg resting on her bud, she closes her eyes. Enjoying the tingling buzz coursing through her body. The tingles build, quickening her breath. Her body pulses in orgasmic bliss as she feels her knickers moisten. Hubby's voice Napping again. Vaguely aware, she smiles. *** A single fingertip glides across the delicate skin of my naked sex, awakening me after a night of unbridled pleasure. Your smile mirrors mine as your teasing digit dips inside my wetness. Though sated only hours ago, your touch reignites our need for each other. This fierce hunger and unquenchable thirst burn like a flame that can never be extinguished. Take me! I plead, but I needn't have begged you're already inside me, making me yours. Our passion builds, crests, and tumbles over the edge, leaving us breathless. Good morning, you whisper. Yes, I sigh, yes, it is indeed! *** I got home at noon, after Gloria promised me a surprise when I got home.I parked and slowly walked in the front door.No one. I quietly went up the stairs and paused at the top, listening. It was eerily silent. I walked to our bedroom door, put my hand on the door, and opened it.I saw Gloria with Stan's cock in her pussy, Harry's in her ass, and Jim's in her mouth. You got here just in time to watch them finish. Gloria said, smiling. I'm now her cuckold. *** I see the chocolate syrup, dark brown, pooling on your chest. My tongueis licking small areas clear, uncovering the pinkish-brown color of your areolas, creating a contrast of colors. I'm giving more attention to your nipples as I hear you breathe in rapidly when my tongue passes over them. Swirling, sucking, and somewhat smearing the chocolate across your swollen tits. Smiling, I scoop up chocolate syrup with my finger, raising it up to your lips for you to taste, looking at you devouring the sweet flavor, my tongue questing for yours, a metaphor for what is to come. *** Entering the darkness, she slipped the vibrator into her wetness. Soft moans escaped her lips while the mechanical toy hummed inside her, causing her body to gyrate. The first orgasm ambushed her, but with all the noise around her, no one heard her scream. Increasing the dial to high speed intensified her arousal while the car inched slowly forward. A torrential downpour beat in rhythm with her quickening pulse. With hips bucking wildly and eyes fluttering, she succumbed to the ferocious climax. A sudden knock on her window startled her. Ma'am, pull ahead, please. The carwash is over.