This story is protected by copyright, by Peter, the author, and cannot be reposted or used for any purpose without his prior consent. Shortly I felt a very wet, totally bald pussy being lowered onto my face. I started to give Kathy the very best tonguing I could. I heard Lisa telling Kathy that she would be sure to keep me motivated. And with that Lisa star...
First of all, you must know about me, Sarah. I'm 5-feet-5, 120 pounds with long brownish-blonde hair and very, very blue eyes. I don't like to brag, but my best assets are what guys normally admire most – firm, large breasts (36DD), slim waist with a firm, ripe ass that sits perched atop very long legs. Don't get me wrong, I work damn hard to look like I do...
I heard him arrive home from work a bit earlier than I had expected. From my spot in the kitchen stirring short ribs and cutting pasta, I heard the door slam and his heavy footsteps proceeding straight to the bedroom. The groan of the water heater told me he had started the shower, his lack of acknowledgement confirming my fears that he had another rough day...
My heart rate rises as his voice in my ear, intimate and knowing, sparkles along my nerves. My breath shortens to oxygen starved gasps as he tempts me to paths I've never taken, these are things I've never admitted to anyone, to him, to myself. And his voice entices me, coaxes and coerces and leads me. My blood thunders down channels that five minutes befor...
I entered the dining room and I spotted a pair of your red silken panties draped across the back of kitchen chair. It was puzzling, you are so neat. When I grabbed for the delicious apparel it seemed to leap onto the floor leaving me staring quizzically. Taking two steps forward a flash of red darted just out of reach followed by the musical peal of your la...
She walked into the room dressed in silk, smelling of flowers, totally vulnerable to his violent exploration. The room was dark but lit with dozens of candles burning everywhere. Small candles flooded the room with light, and towering above them all was one long tapered candle lit by the bed. She saw her reflection in the candle light through the mirror para...
To have made it back to the apartment in three minutes was nothing short of impressive, but there I stood outside the front door panting. As I regained my composure and breath, I noticed the faint smell of sugar cookies, Jaycee's favorite smell. Upon discovering their existence, she stocked up on what seemed like a lifetime supply of scented candles of their...
It should be a foggy night -- I do enjoy the sound of the foghorns singing their slow melancholy dirge -- when I meet her for a stroll along the water. It's pretty quiet at night, except for the night spots which are quite raucous on the weekend. As we near one I mention that my office is just underneath. Very quiet during the day, but late at night on the w...
You have been painting all day. I can hear you in the other room. I long to be close to you but didn't want to interrupt you as my presence would be no doubt keep you from your work. So I contentedly sing and play my guitar in the other room hoping you can hear me and know that my songs of love are for you. I smile to myself as I remember you calling me your...
My apartment smells like blueberries and sex. It reminds me of the desserts you used to bake when my ex wife and I would visit for dinner. Your husband always whined about how you only baked for company, and I always had to try not to look at you too much when you bent over to put things in the oven. . . And now, finally, you're in my shower, running soapy...