I can feel your recovered arousal pressing against my leg as you stroke my newly sated body. The hazy bliss of pleasure fades as I feel your fingers thread through my pubic hair in search of my treasures. I jump when you touch me, still oversensitive from the best orgasm of my life. You nip at my lips, while your fingers dance in my juices. "I want you," y...
I feel you close to me, your warm naked body spooning mine. I feel your soft moist lips kissing my neck, your nose reveling in my hair, your hot breath tickling my neck. I stir and roll to my back. You continue kissing my neck and move to my shoulders, showering them with soft wet kisses. I feel your hand on my breast, cupping it and squeezing it gently. You...
Helen cupped Greg's face in her hands and slowly let him rise. She was still dizzily delirious from her orgasm, still in need, still perched on the edge of her desk. Being tongued was one thing but having felt how hard, how huge, he was, she also wanted his cock. And Greg wanted her too. He unbuttoned her blouse and let her shrug out of it, revealing the bl...
I'm writing to see what kind of feedback or response I will get. I am new to this so bear with me. I like writing my thoughts into a story, just not sure about structure etc. ***** My imagination is in overdrive walking along the river bank with you, among the falling leaves with dew dripping from the branches. The sun shining brightly on this first day of...
You lie cuffed to my bed, only your briefs to cover you. Your eyes are masked by a satin blindfold. I can see that your fingers grip the iron bars of the bed frame and your body is tense as you wait. At first it is so easy to stand there admiring you, watching you strain to catch every sound. But the more I look, the more I want to touch. To stroke my hands...
A grin tugs at my lips as I walk into the private pool room and you lock the door behind me. Finding a small table off to the side with drinks, a bucket of ice and my favorite fruit and dips, my pulse picks up slightly. Grabbing a pool cue off the wall I chalk it up, looking at you with a competitive look in my eye. You rack up the balls and I gesture for yo...
I'm sitting in the pub with a few of the girls from the evening class I go to. My husband Peter is there too; he's come to give me a lift home. The girls have never met him before. Then this other guy comes and sits next to me, starts chatting me up. He looks early 30s -- I'm 25 - and really fancies himself. Nice looking, and a good line in humorous banter;...
My body stills as I hear the door open. Turning on my heel, the air evaporates from the room when I see the look on your face. One eyebrow raised, you stand there, with your arms crossed, legs slightly apart. I bite my lower lip with anxious tension. 'Fuck it' I think to myself. I walk across the room, stand on my toes, and lightly put my lips against your...
The storm that had been following me all day caught up as I turned the bike into your long driveway. The wind had been picking up the past few miles and now as the rain fell in big heavy drops the air took on a slight chill with the storm. As I crested the last rise of your driveway I killed the bike and coasted to a stop under the carport roof. I grinned as...
I meet Wilson at The Duchess, an English-themed restaurant known for its cozy and semi-private dining booths with plush seating. The menu's heavy with roasts, ales, and stews, while the walls are warmly wood-paneled and carry coats of arms. The lighting is seductively low and charming waitresses wear dresses nicely gathered about their bosoms. I'm first to...