Archie and I got on splendidly, better, in fact, than most married couples we knew. The fons et origo of most troubles seemed to be jealousy, and as Archie had as little interest in fucking me as I had in being fucked by him, all went off rather well. It was always a joy to welcome his Mama, Lady Cecily, to our Hampshire home, because she was always so nice...
Chapter 2 : Pixie. I suppose a little scene-setting is overdue. When you came through my door, you found yourself in a bare windowless anteroom: one wooden chair, one set of drawers; plain lino floor; no pictures or mirrors; no shades on the light bulbs. To the left a door led into the headmistress' study, which did have windows but the curtains were alwa...
I loved cuddling up with Emily. She knew what I needed after the erotic adventure we had been on - a secure and safe haven. I found that in her arms. There was something visceral in my need to be between her breasts, something primal; the reaction of the small, and therefore vulnerable, to being sheltered by the stronger. Between that, and the orgasms, we m...
The noise of a harp broke through the silence. In my sleep-deprived early morning mind, piecing things together in a haphazard fashion, like putting on last night's panties with odd socks and forgetting to comb my hair, I imagined heaven and angels. Out of habit, my hand reached out, catching a breast instead of a phone. It seemed a good exchange to me. I s...
Pressed into Emily's firm, but yielding breasts, with Anne's nipples in my back, I was caught in their close hug. Emily lay back on the bed, taking me with her. I felt myself falling, landing on her warm flesh; I sighed. I sighed again as I felt Anne's body on mine. Her hands were firmly on my slim hips, and I could feel her mound, with its landing strip, ag...
I meant to clean myself up after the best orgasm of my life, but somehow kept coming back to kiss Annie, who fingered my wetness, which made me want to kiss her all the more. As I pulled away for my third attempt to wash my face, she looked at me: "Suck my finger, Pixie." Her gaze held me. My heart skipped a beat, but I did it. I could smell my own girl...
PS: My thanks to the lovely lady who gave me the inspiration for this story, you know who you are. * I was just finishing up brushing my hair before bed, and decide to log onto the internet before I went to bed. I was so thrilled when my parents bought me a computer for my birthday the month before. Right after my friends found out that I had the internet...
The dacha was all one might have expected by way of luxury - and more than either of us could have imagined when it came to matters sexual. It was, in that sense, just like its owner. What was delightful was that Ekaterina and Emm had both found what they needed in each other. It was, as I told Sarah, yet another example of the adage that there was nothing...
Sarah and I stayed together the whole night. What had happened when we had made love was so powerful there was no need of any more physicality of that sort. We snuggled up, cuddling, talking, laughing, liberated from the world and its cares. Her scent, her taste, the softness of her skin, and her wit and humour, lit up the night. At some point, around the ho...
It was delicious having an afternoon off work, and to be able to spend it with my fiancée, Sarah, was very heaven. Generous soul that she was, Sarah insisted that as she had had an orgasm out in the sand dunes, I should have one back at the hotel. Being equally giving, I saw no reason to deprive her of that goal. By the time we reached the hotel, it was go...