Music In The Dunes
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Posted:Dec 19, 2011 12:16 pm
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Raven was filled with excitement and more energy than she'd had in years as she got ready for a night out with her husband, Marc. It was the first night in a long time that they had gone out by themselves with the pure purpose of fun and pleasure.
They'd been told by some friends about the rave that was to be held at a club by the beach and when she had told them a few of the people who were going to be there Raven knew she wanted to make the special effort to be there. Marc and Raven made arrangements for the to stay with family for the night until early afternoon the next and the feeling of freedom was overwhelming.
She'd been thinking about what she would wear for a couple days and when she stepped into the living room and saw the look on Marc's face she knew she had picked the right outfit. She had pulled a pair of leather pants from the closet and paired them with a pair of stiletto heels and an off the shoulder top that accentuated her collar bones. She felt exotic and sensual and sexy and Marc obviously felt that she looked that way as well.
He got up to meet her half way across the room, kissed her wrist where the little black feather lived, kissed her neck, and then kissed her slowly and passionately on the lips.
"Are you ready to have some fun tonight?" Marc said. "No , no expectations, no responsibilities. Just you and me and a good time."
In response she kissed him back, running her fingers down the back of his snug t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame and then over the tattoos on his arm.
"Yes," she said, "very much."
On the way to the club Raven admired Marc as he drove. His tough shaved head and the tattoos on his biceps gave him a strong, self-assured look without coming off as cocky and conceited. Whenever she was with him she felt safe and protected and most of all, cherished. She caressed the matching black feather on his inner wrist. They had both gotten the matching tattoos when they got married instead of wedding bands. Wedding bands could be taken off, but tattoos were forever.
At the club, the music was pumping as the doors opened and closed and Raven could feel the adrenaline pumping. She couldn't wait to get out on the dance floor. It had been way too long since she had seen Marc move his body in that insanely sexy way he had.
They took a quick walk around the floor before they stopped at the bar to get drinks. As they waited, Raven looked around.
Everything appeared to be brighter and more vivid. The lights were fantastic and pulsated to the beat of the music. The people were animated in their bright colors and the women were absolutely gorgeous. Slim and voluptuous women danced and gyrated on the floor and Raven was sure she saw two girls and a guy making out in the shadows of one of the furthermost corners. There was an air of sexuality in the room that couldn't be ignored.
They watched for only a short time before they joined the people on the dance floor. Raven was more than ready to feel the music flowing through her body and the longer they were out there the hotter it got. As she felt Marc's body guiding her, directing her, and enticing her she began to feel a different kind of excitement. He curved his body against her back and ran his fingers over her stomach and over the curve of her hips and she felt that familiar tingle that he seemed to illicit so easily with his touch.
The song, "Silence" by Sarah McLaughlin came on and Raven turned to face him. His arms surrounded her and pulled her in close for a warm, lazy kiss that spoke volumes of the time they had together this night. Over his shoulder, Raven could see the same threesome she'd seen earlier. The guy was seated between them and had raised up one of the girls shirts. He was kissing the under-curve of her full breast as she was kissing the other girl. Looking around the room Raven noticed that she and Marc and the threesome were not the only ones driven to a state of sexual awareness by the atmosphere and the music. People on the dance floor were gyrating in a semi-private world and on the sides of the room there were couples, threesomes, and sometimes more exploring, touching, and tasting.
There was another couple on the floor close to them and Raven caught the woman's eye. She smiled at Raven and reached out over Marc's shoulder to caress her cheek and let her fingers trail down her arm. When she reached Raven's hand she turned her so that Marc was behind her again and Raven was facing this beautiful woman. The four of them were dancing together now, girls in the middle and the guys on the outside. As their bodies pressed together, Raven could feel the soft sensuality of her body and her curves and she could smell her musky and erotic scent. Her mind was spinning with the combination of music and lights, manly firmness pressing into her from behind and gentle femininity drawing her in from the front.
As this beautiful woman leaned in towards her, Raven felt her breath on her neck and heard her whisper, "Come for a walk." It wasn't a question and as she took Raven's hand she followed and felt Marc's hand on her waist assuring her that he was with her. She and her partner lead them out past the couples that hovered around the doorway and down a short path that lead to the beach. There were several beach fires lit and she pulled them just past one of the fires to a patch of sand that was sheltered by one of the sand dunes.
She sat on the sand and pulled Raven down with her. She could feel Marc behind her and was assured by his closeness so when the woman pulled her in for a kiss, Raven let herself be seduced by her soft lips. Raven could still hear the music coming from the club and it fit the mood perfectly. She was encouraged by her kiss and reached out to touch her – first the nape of her neck, then down past her collar bone, then to envelope that soft, warm breast in her hand. Her light moan encouraged her as she squeezed softly. Her partner was behind her, undoing the ties behind her back and soon her top slipped forward and then there was nothing between Raven's hand and the hard pink nipple. As Raven rubbed the nipple with her thumb, the woman moaned again and threw her head back in pleasure.
Raven glanced at Marc. He was smiling and enjoying watching her exploration. Still watching him, Raven flicked her tongue out to swirl around that hard peak and then sucked it into her mouth. More than anything, it was the noises she made that caused Raven's excitement to rise, whereas for Marc, it was the image of Raven's deep pink lips against the pale flesh that was making his cock grow fast and hard.
Cupping the underside of her breast, Raven nodded Marc towards the woman's breast. With a glance at her partner to make sure it was ok, Marc leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked at it for a moment before his mouth went to Raven's lips. His kiss was hard and passionate and full of need and desire that drove Raven wild. He pulled her over towards him, pulling her top upwards in one swift movement. Then, his mouth was at her breast sucking the nipple into the heat of his mouth with the intensity she craved.
At the same time, Raven was reaching for the button of his jeans and undoing the zipper. It didn't take her long before she had her hand wrapped around his pole. She stroked it with a confident touch and felt a drop of pre-cum at the tip. When Marc broke away to remove both of their pants she glanced at the other couple. They were now half naked as well and he had his hands inside her panties. She was squirming beneath his touch and she looked over to Raven for a moment and smiled. They were close enough to touch and the woman reached out to give Raven's nipple a tweak.
"I want you on top," Marc said.
Raven quickly straddled him, eager to feel his long tool inside her. She always loved that first moment when she took his cock into her pussy. It never failed to amaze her how good it felt as he completely filled her and she arched her back with pleasure. As she began to slide her wet pussy over his cock, she glanced around and saw that they weren't alone.
Besides the couple beside them there was a couple sitting on the dune above them. The girl was sitting between his legs as he sat behind her and she smiled at Raven. Beside Raven and Marc, the woman who had brought them there was quivering in an orgasm as her partner licked and sucked at her pussy. The sight spurned Raven on and she increased her speed and began to swivel her hips, grinding her clit against Marc and taking him deep into her body.
Suddenly, Marc guided her onto all fours, slipped behind her, and drove his cock into her from behind. He leaned forward, cupping her breast between one of his hands and pinching her nipple firmly, and whispered in her ear "Do you like this baby? Does being watched excite you?"
Raven was past the point of being able to speak with words so she groaned her pleasure as Marc drove into her over and over again. The couple beside them was making noises again and Raven peeked over to see him fucking her missionary style. She was raising her hips to meet his every thrust.
Raven reached behind her to take Marc's hand. This was her signal to him to let him know she was going to come soon and wanted to turn over so she could see his face. He paused long enough to let her turn onto her back and then slid his shaft deep inside her again. He started a little more slowly than he had been going before and began to rub her clit. He moved his thumb in little circles with gentle pressure and sure enough, Raven could feel it building. Every inch of he skin quivered and a shiver rose through her body. Then, she felt a hand in hers and she squeezed it as her orgasm erupted in waves over her body. Although it was likely only seconds, it seemed to go on for several minutes.
Marc
was right behind her with his impeccable timing and she opened her eyes just in time to watch him come. Every muscle in his beautiful body was tense as she felt him spurting inside her.
As he gathered her in his arms and pulled her into is body, Raven could see the other couple gathering their things. The woman smiled at her and blew her a kiss. Then Marc was rising over her to pull her clothes over for her and giving her that sexy smirk of his.
"Let's go home babe. We still have all night," he said.
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Let's Do Lunch
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Posted:Dec 19, 2011 12:14 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 6:40 pm
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Over the past few months I've been having sex with an incredibly sexy woman at my office named Kay. Since both of us are married, you would think that our little affair would be very discreet, but that's just not the way it turned out. I wasn't specifically looking for an affair either; it's just one of those things that grew from spending a great deal of time with someone you have an attraction to. Chemistry. That type of purely physical, fucking stunning chemistry which is impossible to resist.
Anyway, Kay just loves the thrill of doing it in "public places". I guess she just gets off on knowing that we may get caught at any time. I was slightly less excited by this but I was so caught up in this thrill ride I just went with the flow. Since Kay only works two floors above me, it's not unusual for us to meet in the stairwell or in the elevator for a quick session of "kiss and grope". Sometime these little session have gotten a little too involved and we've almost been caught with "our pants down" on more than one occasion. Of course that didn't stop Kay from raising the ante from time to time.
Last week Kay and I went out for lunch. I kept asking her where we were going, but all she would say was, "It's a surprise". We finally arrived at one of the local downtown bars known for it's great hamburgers. Much to my surprise (and shock) Kay's husband was working there as a bartender! This girl was playing with fire! Since he was about 6”2 and built like a linebacker, you can imagine my level of enthusiasm at being there. We sat at the bar and ate our hamburger, exchanging small talk with Kay's husband. As we sat there, Kay crossed her legs and started to run her foot up and down the back of my leg. Damn!
When her husband turned around to pour another customer a drink, she glanced over at me licked her lips suggestively. I quickly shot a nervous glance toward her husband and she just threw her head back and began laughing. Of course, that wasn't enough for my risqué lover and Kay began to run her hand up and down the inside of my leg. Within seconds my cock was throbbing inside my pants.
When it was finally time to get back to the office, we exchanged some idle chatter with her husband and then we left the bar. I had no idea if he could tell something was up, but I didn't get the sense he was on to us. Or maybe he was just cool with the whole idea...either way, I wasn't going to ask!
As we walked outside, Kay tugged at my arm and said, "We aren't going back to work yet, I have another surprise for you". She quickly led me into the parking garage that was adjacent to the bar and before I knew it we were standing in front of her husband's convertible sports car. Kay pulled her keys out, unlocked the car and hopped into the driver's seat. She opened the passenger door and said, "Don't just stand there, get in".
I reluctantly climbed into the passenger's seat and closed the door. Kay turned toward me, gave me one of her mischievous looks and began to unbutton her blouse. I began looking around the crowded parking garage to see if anyone was around, half expecting her husband to be approaching, and when I looked back, Kay had unhooked her bra to expose her enormous breasts. I could feel my cock begin to get hard again and I soon forgot about everything else. Kay slid across the seat toward me and we started passionately kissing as I fondled her breasts. Her nipples were pink and erect and I could feel her body tense as I twisted them between my fingers.
I leaned over and kissed her breasts as I circled her nipples with my tongue. Kay grabbed my head with both hands and pushed it down between her legs. I pushed her skirt up as she spread her legs and just as I thought, she wasn't wearing any underwear. I put my hands under Kay's legs and pulled her butt toward me as I opened her legs even wider. I could smell the tantalizing, musky aroma of her pussy as I slid my head between her legs.
As my mouth touched her pussy, Kay let out a satisfied moan and I looked up to see her laying back against the car door with her eyes closed, a huge smile on her face. Kay was always very noisy when we fucked and this always turned me on in the past, but as I began to lick her pussy, she started to moan so loudly that I just knew someone was going to hear us. I slowly raised my head to look around, but Kay grabbed me by the ears and pulled me back down toward her cunt. At this point I decided to not worry about style points and began aggressively licking her folds, pulling her lips apart with my fingers so I could access the treasure within, focusing most of my attention on her clit. Kay loved to have her pussy licked and within seconds, her hips were pulsating up and down, pressing her warm, wet cunt into my face. I wrapped my arms tightly under Kay's legs so I could maintain my assault on her clit as she madly gyrated her hips across the seat.
As Kay neared orgasm she started to blurt out those pre-orgasmic mumbling that I've grown to love so much. Suddenly, Kay's body stiffened, her legs shook and finally I felt her entire body tremble as the orgasm surged through her. I slowed the pace of my stimulation and started licking up and down the inside lips of her pussy as she lay panting on the front seat. When I sat up, Kay began her post orgasmic ritual of fingering herself and rubbing her magic button. That always made me so fucking horny that I instinctively began stroking my thick, hard cock through my pants. Kay looked over at me and whispered, "No, no.... That's my job", as she sat up and scooted even closer to me. I leaned back against the car door as she began to run her hands across my crotch. She traced her fingers up and down the sides of my cock, using her thumbs to apply pressure. Kay really knew how to get me worked up and this was no exception. She would cup her hand and place it under my balls and then run her fingernails up the entire length of my shaft.
I could feel my cock begin to pulsate inside my pants, straining for release, as I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the window. Kay started to undo my belt and unsnap my pants and I lifted my butt off the seat and allowed her to pull my pants down toward my knees. She leaned over and started to run her tongue up and down the shaft of my cock in a slow, corkscrew pattern, starting at the base and working her way up to the head. When she would reach the head, she would swirl her tongue around it several times, then take my whole length into her mouth, and then repeat the process over and over again. She was incredible. My cock was quivering with excitement as Kay worked her magic; I was a slave to her pleasure. As I laid there with my eyes closed, I could feel her hand wrap around the shaft of my cock and begin to pump hard as she rubbed the underside of my balls with her other hand. Somehow she managed to reach a finger towards my butt and tickle my asshole; this girl had all the moves.
Kay was extremely proud of her expertise at blowjobs for good reason, it was one of the final flirtaceous secrets she offered before we finally hooked up, and as my cock began to swell and my breathing quicken, she knew I was nearing orgasm and got down to business. I could feel her warm mouth engulf my cock over and over as she slowly increased the pace of her up and down motions. She now focused her attention near the head of my cock and the waves of pleasure washed over me until I was in ecstasy! As I reached orgasm, my back arched and my warm cum surged into her mouth.
Kay slowed her up and down motions and began to gently suck my cock as it pumped out the last of my cum into her mouth. When I opened my eyes, I saw her circling the tip with her tongue as she slowly ran her encircled hand up and down the shaft with a gentle squeezing motion. I loved the way she could change from completely a completely rabid predator to such a gentle nurturer at the drop of a hat like that. When Kay sat back and began to get dressed I realized that it was time to return to reality. As I started pulling my pants up, she slid back across the seat and kissed me.
“You're fun” she said, looking me right in the eyes. "Next time I think we should just fuck in the bathroom, don't you?"
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One For The Books
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Posted:Dec 19, 2011 12:12 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 6:40 pm
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Krista huddled against the glass doors of Boston’s “B” train, ignoring the press of bodies behind her. It was always jammed beyond capacity on Friday evenings, but it seemed busier than usual tonight. Maybe it was because she was exhausted from a day of helping bleary-eyed grad students find texts for the thesis of the week. Maybe it was because even dead tired, her nerves thrummed with quivering anticipation, a prowling cat within her blood, waiting to devour, possess.
Trevor had that effect on women. It wasn’t his average nice guy looks, or even his smile, a cocky mixture of smirky confidence and prurient curiosity. It was his eyes, impenetrable dark pools of smoldering promise fulfilled by the dusky growl of his voice. Every rational thought was banished from the moment she heard him ask for a copy of Crime and Punishment, and obliterated when she looked up from her inventory to gaze into those searing depths.
Krista leaned against the train’s smudged doors, knees buckling under a vision that had driven her wild for months. By the time the doors burst open on the dim murkiness of Hynes Convention Center, she could feel the wetness seeping through her stockings, tacit acknowledgment of her body’s need to twine itself around him and never let go.
She ran the length of Massachusetts Avenue, lungs burning and feet screaming in agony by the time she reached her Commonwealth Avenue apartment. Maybe he’d called.
A yellow piece of paper, hastily ripped from a legal pad, fluttered from her door. Probably a note from the landlord. She was always in trouble for something.
Oh my God, trouble indeed, Krista thought as she opened the folded message and saw the loopy half-cursive, half-print scrawl.
Meet me at the library. 9 p.m.
Bring nothing but your leather trench.
Racing inside, throwing her keys on the entry table, she left a trail of clothes from the living room to the bathroom. Did he mean to wear nothing else? Surely that wasn’t what he meant. Then again… Krista tossed the sweater she was holding to the floor. She was already running late and he’d like this, even if it wasn’t what he intended. She didn’t worry about him leaving — his need for her was as strong as her need for him — and this pleased her beyond restraint.
Tripping lightly up the library steps, she shivered at the brisk breeze flapping the leather coat against her naked calves. Good god he was crazy. Her bare feet sank into the lush burgundy carpet as she tiptoed past the night clerk, who was immersed in The New York Times. She’d never noticed it before, but everything in the massive building trembled with potential, from the cold marble staircases to the golden-walled elevators.
Her breath hissed between her teeth as she spied him standing between rows of books, hands shoved deep in his pockets, feet crossed in casual nonchalance. Their eyes met and Krista untied the belt cinching her waist, allowing her coat to gape and reveal the black lace bra and panties she’d chosen for what she hoped would be the first consummation of many, a slaking of the smoldering heat that was driving her to the brink and laying waste to her brain.
An unhurried smile flickered across his face, and whistling tunelessly, he turned and began wandering the rows, brushing expert fingertips across the books’ spines. Krista followed without question. Her white-hot lust was as strong as his, and it pleased the hell out of him.
An idea flicked through her head. If he wanted to play coy, she could match him like no woman ever had. She would need just the right book though. Not too thick, not too thin. Something irreverently inappropriate, something like the tomes she stroked each day in the bookstore, lost in a fantasy too lurid to share with anyone. Except Trevor. There were no barriers with him. No lines to stay carefully within. If ever there was a time to do it, the time was now.
Krista lazily stroked her breasts, searching for just the right volume. There. A chunky set of leather Hemingways. Ribbed. The color of a polished walnut. Sneaking a peek through the stacks, a secret smile glowed within. Trevor was pretending to read an art history book, but he was distracted, a raw hunger so palpable she could almost smell its heavy sanguine need.
She rubbed To Have and Have Not along her cheek, reveling in the buttery-smooth softness as she wantonly thrust a newly pedicured foot on a lower shelf, her coat hanging sluttishly, luridly agape. She scraped her teeth lightly along the book’s worn surface, moaning just loud enough for him to hear. When he appeared at the end of the aisle, she slid it lower, across her jutting nipples, over her soft belly, before sliding it between her legs. Her high school English teacher had droned incessantly about appreciating the Classics. I appreciate the Classics just fine, Krista thought. And from the looks of things, so does he.
The ribbed spine did little to satisfy her throbbing clit, only engorging it further as she imagined what it would be like to ride astride him, hands splayed across his chest as she rocked slowly, staring into his eyes and offering her breasts to the wicked mouth that had teased her into a torturous frenzy. The book grew dark with her wetness, and she could see Trevor’s tongue skimming his lips as he watched the evidence of her want trickling across the surface. The hunter would be the prey tonight.
She curled her tongue lasciviously around the leather and traced one of the ribs, sucking the salty creaminess into her mouth. Watching him watching her, she licked languidly, an unmistakable demand blazing: You will fuck me tonight.
Trevor had given up on practiced aloofness, lightly stroking his nipples beneath his shirt, kneading the unmistakable length of the cock that would soon be hers. She had him where she wanted him, and she knew it.
Krista dried the book with her sleeve and turned her back, strolling down the fluorescent glare of a deserted corridor, feet padding on the chalky linoleum, feeling him more than seeing him, a shadow holding an invisible chain from hand to clit, issuing an insistent tug that was making her lose her equilibrium.
Her reverie was interrupted by the annoyance of a sharp corner snagging her belt and holding her fast. As her fingers followed it in an attempt to extricate herself, she met his smug smile on the other end, the narrow leather wrapped tightly around his fingers.
In one fluid motion, he grabbed her and pulled her close, winding the belt around her wrists and deftly tossing the other end over a shelf, pulling her arms above her head and snugging the bondage secure. Holy hell. Krista gasped as cold air played across her scantily clad body and clashed with the heat radiating from his.
“Kiss me already,” she growled between clenched teeth. “You’re driving me insane.”
His lips traced an inferno as he grazed her neck, her ears, her throat, barely touching, scalding a torrid word fuck into her skin, branding her as his. His plaything. His possession.
Trevor stepped back, appraising, and Krista flushed at her state — bound hands lifting her breasts and thrusting them out, legs spread, chestnut hair curtaining her eyes.
“So pretty, girl,” he whispered with uncharacteristic brokenness. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
And then he walked away. Krista strained at her stays, frustrated as he disappeared from sight. Fumbling her fingers over the knot, she wiggled it loose and peered into the cavernous, green-lamped Reserves. She could just make out his shape as he studiously strewed leather-bound map books across a slick maple table. The Ottoman Empire. Persia. The Southern Hemisphere. Antigua. Paraguay. Uruguay. Calmly, deliberately, he arranged the oversized volumes, opening some, leaving others closed.
Krista tiptoed behind him and slid her hands beneath his shirt and over the furry warmth of his belly, eliciting a low moan. She felt her way past the button-fly, down the zipper to find what she craved, pleased to find him as aroused as she was. Turning to face her, Trevor shed her trench coat from her shoulders and pressed her against the table edge, cupping her rear and lifting her to sit on a finely tooled tome with delicate, interlaced swirls, sending a twinge of exquisite longing from her toes to her head.
“These are mine,” he said, stroking the sides of her breasts with maddening slowness, reaching beneath them to palm their heaviness before brushing his thumbs across the straining nipples. In the echoing stillness, Krista could hear her breath growing more and more ragged, or maybe it was his. Up was down and down was up as she fell into dark labyrinths, lost in a world where she melted into him and he melted into her, need meeting need in molten conflagration.
Smiling gently at the girl writhing beneath his hands, Trevor leaned close to trace his tongue around each nipple before sucking it into his mouth, raking his teeth lightly as he pulled away.
The windows were open, and Krista wondered if anyone would hear her when she abandoned herself to a banshee wail. And she would. She could tell as he released his cock from his pants and taunted her with a merciless tap-tap, thud-thud, slide-glide along the length of her swollen folds, inviting her to lean back and succumb to the arching pleasure of delayed gratification.
“These are expensive,” she said, inhaling sharply as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
“All the better, my toy,” Trevor said, smiling with unapologetic confidence. Krista raised her hips to his mouth and pulled his head to her, a rush of happiness settling deep in her bones as she felt him lax against her, his wicked tongue dancing a tantalizing slow, hard, soft, lick-suck tango on parts she’d never given to another man’s mouth. They found an easy rhythm, and Krista was surprised to feel herself thrusting to meet his tongue, pleasure pricking like static electricity, raising goose bumps along her arms and the back of her neck.
One thing she could say for Trevor: he was endlessly imaginative, taking his time as he led her through crashing, blending seas. On her back, moaning. Legs wrapped around his waist, kissing feverishly. On her knees, his thumb pressing against her ass as he spread her open while she sank her teeth into the cracked black leather of The Normandy Invasion. She was under siege alright, the sloping landscape of her body being conquered, one inch at a time.
Still quaking, Krista shuddered as he rolled her onto her back and spun her around to look up at him. His face softened into that of a hopeful schoolboy and his eyes beseeched her. Krista stretched her hands above her head and wrapped them around the backs of his thighs, using them as leverage to pull herself closer, dangling her head off the table and pushing the head of his cock past her lips and into the steaming recesses of her throat, pressing him deeper and deeper still before pulling him from her mouth, saliva stringing between them.
“Make me come again,” she said, flicking the head and wrapping her tongue around it in a suck-swirl. Trevor grinned and spread her legs, thrusting two fingers into her and curling them up to push her over the precipice once more in a dizzying synesthesia.
Somehow — she didn’t know how — Krista managed to stammer the fantasy she’d held for some time, “Mark me. Make me yours.”
Disappointment flashed in her eyes as she saw the doubt cross his face. She’d never wanted this before, but she wanted it now. “Mark me,” she said again more forcefully.
A ripple of anticipation swept through her as he stroked himself with the long, even expertise of a man who did this often. It happened so quickly, Krista barely had time to savor the moment, to enjoy the newness of the thick white arcs spraying her body, painting it with the heat of sated desire.
Trevor stumbled backwards, pulling her into his arms and dragging her to the floor and into his lap. Pulling the discarded trench coat around her, he held her close to his chest, warming her body and rubbing his cheek against her tousled hair.
“Holy fuck,” she whispered as he chuckled silently against her still heaving breasts.
“Was it worth the wait, girl?”
Then the overhead lights flicked off, leaving them clasped together in the darkness as the night clerk strode by, heels clicking with efficiency, oblivious to the two lovers stifling giggles beneath a map-strewn table.
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In The Corner
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Posted:Dec 19, 2011 12:11 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2024 6:40 pm
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I cringe in the corner, hoping they don’t notice. My composure is key to the success of this charade. If only it will end soon.
And I wanted to be here. I have to keep reminding myself. We would do everything together; that was our rule. Even if it just meant watching. God! If I’d only known how the mere sight would rip at my insides as if to thrust my heart right out of my chest and on display for everyone’s curious eyes.
I could feel the hollowing, my substance being scooped out with each passing moment, leaving me nothing but a shell propped on a high-backed chair and seething from the shadows.
She didn’t even look at me. Is she doing it on purpose or is it just habit or ages of practice in this kind of affair? I know she’s secretly mocking me behind those heavily outlined eyes, avoiding the criticizing stare my eyes throw at her in the shape of daggers.
She wasn’t even a blonde. I thought that would eat at the most, but this brunette before me seemed more of a competitor, a bigger threat to whatever hold I had on him with my own dark features. Her bobbed hair slapped against her face, whipping in rhythm to his thrusts. She held her mouth open, impossibly red lips poised in a continuous tease, like a purposeful invitation for insertion between them.
I hate her.
No, how can I say that? I don’t know her. She’s….nobody.
But she’s so good at it. Breasts so pert. The largest, longest nipples I’ve ever seen and dark as chocolate. I want them. I want those tits. I want his hands to feel their erectness on my chest.
I feel my own nipples pressing against my black lace bra, so much more aware of them as my eyes zero-in on hers and the way they sway back and forth in shared rhythm. My chest is heaving; it’s all anxiety. I’m not enjoying myself. I feel sick.
I unbutton my stiff shirt to welcome cooler air. No sense in me being the only one fully dressed. The small band of material that calls itself a skirt stretches across my thighs, constricting me as I haven’t felt it before. My clothes are too tight. I’m uncomfortable as hell. I just want out! Where was that door…
Her moans. They mimic the ones that pass from my lips when I’m pinched between his hard body and some unforgiving object. The sounds breathed from the depths of her throat are like a slap in my face. It forces me to watch, to feel what they are, reminding me that I’m not where she is.
I just want him to enjoy this. Her. Her. How could someone so anonymous have such an effect on me? So much power.
She’s drilling into my skull with each whimper, making my temperature rise as I notice the blush on her ass grow rosier. Beads of sweat are surfacing between my breasts, rising on my forehead. The room is stifling, clenching. The air belongs to them. It’s suffocating me.
I don’t belong. I’m an unwelcome voyeur, an inanimate object discarded in the corner. I’m completely unnoticed. Brutally unwanted. Starving… for something.
But I can’t look away. They heave together, not quite as one, but as an imperfect pair joining and rejoining, searching for all the pleasure they can absorb. She grinds her round ass into his slender hips. I don’t have to look at his face; I know what he’s feeling. The blood is pulsing between my legs as well, creating an unwanted pressure, a resurgent pounding mocking my disgust.
I don’t want to feel. I want to be gone. I want them to be over. I want…
She’s looking at me. Those soft, black eyes turning their sensual appeal toward me. They were the first feature that caught my attention, that made me think she might just be suitable. Our first try. It had to happen sometime, why not tonight?
All the talk, the teasing, the fantasizing. Together. But nothing could prepare me for the real thing. Not watching them. Her. She’s evil.
But she won’t take her eyes off me. I know that unspoken message. One female to another. The sisterly, primitive connection mingles grossly with my jealousy and the reality of the scene. She’s just a she, taking full enjoyment from the situation offered to her. We asked her. Wouldn’t I have loved to have the same opportunity at that age?
Those soft, full lips. They’re moist from her own tongue. Her lascivious stare burns two holes through my shirt, lighting my nipples in flame. That mouth. What must it taste like?
She’s calling to me, the woman in control extending a sisterly invite. “Come here,” she whispers, too faint for him to hear.
But he’s watching. The smile that I adore is fully aware, devoid of guilt, and completely open to me. He’s still in there. The confirmation of our connection floods me with ease.
She points with her slithering arm and pointed fingernail. “Come,” she repeats.
She is the snake charmer, and I’m the boneless creature wafting towards her on an invisible wave of ancient magic. I’m floating, still cautious, but allowing myself to be led. She’s so tender, so smooth.
Her hands skillfully remove my shirt in one movement, and her hands consume my breasts in a grasp that is oddly firm and tender. Everything is new. I wonder at her attraction to me but long to fall into it and know it finally. Another woman.
She holds me, gently, and they’re apart now. My husband kisses me as he slides his slippery cock inside me. Her fluids mixed with mine. It’s okay. It’s okay.
I reassure myself as they do: my husband and our new friend. And I fall. Into this dark pit of the unknown. The fucking good blackness left when fear disappears and all that is left is pleasure.
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A Close Shave
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Posted:Dec 19, 2011 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Dec 19, 2011 10:34 pm
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I could lie like this for hours. Lazing in the bath, the two of us after a leisurely afternoon’s love-making. He’s at the back and I’m nestled between his legs, reclining against his chest. His arms are loosely wrapped around me and I feel so damn good. Our legs are intertwined and I wriggle a toe against him.
“Stop that.”
I can’t help but chuckle as I turn slightly and plant a kiss on his arm. What do I get as a thank you? A swift smack on the butt!
“Ow! What was that for?”
“Leave me alone - you’ve worn me out enough already!” he laughs and hugs me tighter. I hear quiet, satisfied sighs from him as he dozes in the warm water. My hands move slowly about and the water gently splashes our arms. I lower my hands to his and move them up my body to rest on my breasts. I hear a soft moan and his thumbs make the slightest of movements across my flesh.
I take my hands lower again and softly stroke his thighs. His chest rises against me as he takes a deep breath and continues to stroke my body. He scoops some water up and washes me with the tenderness of a new parent. His stubbly chin grazes the top of my shoulder as he leans forward and fidgets to get more comfortable.
“You need a shave.” I admonish, even though I rather like the sensations it can produce when it rubs against my more tender parts.
He raises a hand to his face and strokes along his jaw line. “Yeah - I suppose you’re right. Might as well do it now.” He reaches behind and grabs his razor and shaving foam off the shelf. I curl my feet up close to my body and swivel round slowly to face him.
“Move forward a little.” I ask and as he does I unfurl my legs and wrap them around his trunk. I’m now sitting in his lap - or more precisely on his lap - close up against him. I watch as he squirts some of the foam on to his hand and smoothes it over his face. He still uses a basic safety razor not an electric one and I always love to watch him shave. It’s such a personal, intimate act.
He picks up his razor but instead of starting he holds it out to me. He doesn’t say a word but his actions say plenty for themselves. I take it more than a little nervously and hold his face as I draw a smooth curve from his cheek, along his jaw and ending at the tip of his chin. I’m so scared of cutting him that my hands are quietly trembling. Using slow but steady strokes, I shave one side of his face, listening as I hear the bristles being severed. My heart is in my mouth. I’ve never had a man let me do this to him before. I swish the razor in the water and raise it to continue.
His hands caress my sides and settle for a while on the small of my back. I work the blades carefully over his skin until I reveal his clean, smooth profile. I’m sure I’ve missed a few bits. A hand reaches up and tilts my chin up. He smiles and kisses me, leaving a few bits of foam on my face but I really don’t mind. He starts to chuckle and his eyes look down, then back up and his eyebrows rise. So I look down - and then I see why he’s smiling. Standing to attention and causing ripples on the surface of the water is the head of his cock!
I shuffle forward slightly so that I can feel it pressing against me as I return to the task in hand. His hands move to my breasts as I tilt his chin up. Ever so carefully, I ease the razor up and over his Adam’s apple and under his chin. A few repeats and we’re all clear. I rinse the razor and smooth my hands over his face, wiping away the odd spec of foam remaining. All this time, his eyes have rarely left my face. I cup his face in my hands, my thumbs stroking his cheekbones and I lean in to kiss him deeply. He tightens his hold on me and pulls my body tight against his. His eager to please hard-on gets squashed between the two of us but I don’t think it minds too much.
I break away from his sensual mouth and kiss along the underside of his jaw while running the tip of a finger up the centre of his neck. My teeth nibble his ear and I feel his hands massaging my breasts on their way down. His cock prods my stomach as if to remind me that he’s still there. Fingers ease their way down my stomach and over the curve of my ass. His hands ease themselves under my thighs and tilt me backwards. I’m reclining against the sexiest pair of thighs ever seen on a man and the man they belong hooks my feet over his shoulders.
Bobbing about in the water like a cheeky pink one-eyed sea snake, his cock sits between us waiting to play. I reach beneath the water and take it in my hand, eliciting “Mmmmmmm”s from the far end of the bath. I stroke my hands up and down the shaft a few times, my thumb teasing the head. Dancing fingers waltz along from my knees to my inner thighs where they stroke just outside my personal zone.
He chuckles and says “I’m not the only who needs a shave.”
I grip his cock tighter in one hand and splash water at him with the other. “You cheeky sod!” Then I have a quick delve to check and realise he’s probably right. An idea forms in my mind and a slow smile spreads across my face. Releasing his cock, I put my hands on the side of the bath, unhook my feet and push myself up. I get out of the bath, wrap a towel around me and walk over to the cabinet.
I turn back and stand by the side of the bath. He looks up at me and I hold something out to him. I crouch down by the side of the bath and watch his face react as he realises what I want him to do. He sits up so quickly that water splashes out of the bath. He doesn’t know what to say, he just stares at me. He reaches an arm out and pulls me close. I’ve never known him lost for words. I kiss him and then stand and walk towards the door, briefly glancing back and smiling.
From inside the bedroom, I hear him splashing about, frantically trying to get out of the bath as quickly as he can without breaking his neck. He’s still silent as he enters the room, a towel round his waist barely conceals his eager excitement. My small pink plastic razor is held as if it was made of solid gold. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting to return the trusting compliment paid to me a few minutes previous.
Kneeling on the floor by my feet, he runs his hands up my calves to my knees. He looks up at me and I lean forward to kiss him, reassuring him. Taking his time, he parts my knees and brushes his fingers against the soft flesh that leads higher. My towel falls open giving him complete access. He twirls a few fingers through the hair of my neatly trimmed triangle - at least it was neat until I forgot to get it waxed!
He looks up and asks “Erm - how much do you want off?”
I raise a foot off the ground and brush my toes against his cock which is poking through the front of his towel. It jumps in response. “Up to you. Full creative licence. Just don‘t show me it in a mirror and ask me if that‘s enough off at the back!”
He grabs my foot and raises it high, forcing me to lie flat on the bed. He stands and leans forward, placing one hand either side of my shoulders. “You might regret saying that.” he says and kisses me and I giggle as I feel his cock nudging me in the stomach. Pulling away, he glances around the room looking for something. “What can I use as a shaving gel?”
“Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. Erm - oh, I know. What about some lube? That’ll make things nice and slippy. It‘s over there - in the top drawer of the bedside table.” And because it’s a nice minty lube, it will also make things nice and tingly as well. He squeezes a small amount on to the palm of one hand and rubs his hands together. Ever so tenderly, he massages it through my hair and along the top of my inner thighs. I shiver with delight and a little anticipation as the tingling sensation of the lubricant begins to take effect.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” he asks, waving the razor at me. I smile and nod, settling myself down for his forthcoming task. He kneels between my legs, raises one thigh and with his fingers pulls the flesh that runs to my groin taut. I feel short smooth strokes of the razor as he tidies the stray hairs growing there. Then long strokes as he shaves from the bottom of my butt forward. I can feel myself starting to get warm as he strokes with his fingers to feel how silky smooth my flesh is. Again with the other leg, clearing the edges but stopping short of my folds.
His fingers tease the hair of my bush as he starts trimming the front. Little movements, tidying up a bit at a time. I feel small soft kisses being planted on my stomach as he trims more and more of my hair. I’m definitely getting warm now. I sigh as he continues and I hear the rasping noise of the blades as they flow along the surface of my skin. Short but slow and firm strokes clear away most of the remaining hairs, leaving only a thin line which ends above my clit. I knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself!
“Mmmm. Smooth and bare as a baby’s ass” he says, kissing the front of my newly-shaved mound and stroking the fuzz-free outer limits of my labia. The sensation of new bareness and the tingling lubricant is distracting me and I just lie there, enjoying the moment. And just as I start to drift off, I feel some more lube being spread around between my legs. This beats the beauty salon by a considerable margin!
Gingerly, he smoothes the blades along the very tip of my outer lips, taking great care. Stopping at my clit - which is starting to swell with arousal - he runs the razor down the other side. He pauses as he feels along their length, smooth and slick with not only man-made lube but my own feminine juices. I knew this would turn him on - but I didn’t expect it to turn me on this much as well. What is usually just an act of tidiness has turned into a very personal, sensual and erotic act for two.
He stands up and tears his towel off. He leans over me and tears mine off too. His erection is straining and I want him in me so bad. But I want him to finish what he’s started. I pick up the razor and hold it up to him. “Take it all off.” I manage to say, my breath becoming ragged as my heart races.
He reaches and takes it from me, running his hand through his hair. “I …..God…..I mean…..all off…?”
“All off.” I whisper, reaching up to stroke his cock. He must be suffering as I can feel the tip is already moist with pre-cum. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck them clean as he drops to his knees, gasping.
A few quick strokes and the line leading below disappears. No need for any more artificial moisture as I’m more than lubricated of my own accord. His fingers spread my moisture along my lips and over my highly excited clit. I try not to wriggle or writhe but he’s driving me wild. All I can do is moan as he parts my outer and inner lips. The few wiry hairs that grow there are wiped away with a few strokes and I hear him gasp and swear under his breath. He dips into my vagina and spreads some more wetness around as he makes smooth every inch of my pussy.
He flings the razor to one side and feels every crease, fold, nook and cranny. I glance down and am startled to see the contrast of my pale skin against the dark red of my lips. Completely bare, exposed and vulnerable - no hiding place. His hands run up the length of my legs from my ankles up to my thighs. The back of his fingers run over my bare flesh and I feel myself responding. I tremble as he touches me, feeling freshly exposed but familiar flesh. He looks at me as if he’s never seen me before.
I sit up and lean forward. He’s shaking like a leaf in spite of how aroused he is. I kiss him passionately and take hold of his cock. I spread my legs wide and position him. I feel him getting ready to push into me but I have other ideas. “No. Wait a minute.” I say as I put a finger on his lips. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and feel it pulse. I softly rub the tip up and down my folds, letting him feel my moist, smooth wetness.
“Oh….sweet….Jesus…..yes…” is all he can say, his eyes half shut. I run it along the outer folds and up to my clit, making us both gasp. I’m counting in my head to try and hold back from coming. Round and round the entrance of my hole, his cock-head swirls and twirls getting coated in my copious juices. “I c…can’t..hold…off…” he groans - and neither can I!
I release him and hop on to the bed. I get on all fours, then lower my chest to the bed. My ass is high in the air, giving him full view of his handywork. He works his fingers over me, feeling every freshly shorn crease then places his mouth on me, instantly triggering an orgasm. Kissing me and licking, flicking his tongue against my clit. I squirm and squeak as his fingers part my lips and he kisses me so hard that I’m coming over and over.
I grasp the covers on the bed and whimper “Please….”. I feel the head poised, ready to thrust. I groan as he plunges in and I hear him moan as my muscles wrap themselves around his shaft. His hands grip my thighs and he starts to pump. No steady pacing but neither of us want that. It’s just fast and furious pumping. He bangs deep into me time after time. I can hear him moan and groan as he fucks the hell out of me. His hands release me and one hand pats my clit in time with his thrusts while the other rests on my back to give him more leverage. He fucks me like a stag on heat, rutting me hard. Fast, animalistic and fucking awesome.
I’m crying and gasping and when my orgasm hits, it hits hard. I cry out as my body wracks itself inside out and I feel my juices gushing out of me, running down my legs. I hear him scream as his climax soon follows. Throbs run through my body as my whole universe explodes between my legs. He fires his hot, salty spunk into me, grinding against me as my juices squirt all over his cock. I feel his fingers smearing all the fluids up and down the full spread of my pussy.
“Oh, my God…” I hear him moan as he collapses on top of me and we fall to the bed. We both struggle to catch our breath as we lie there spooning. He’s still inside me, pulsing and I place a hand between my legs, holding him in. I’m soaking wet and twitching like crazy. I tremble as we lie together recovering. I feel my heart pounding in my chest and his heart pounds against me. His arms are wrapped tightly round me and I feel his cock subside and slide out.
Contented moans and sighs come from behind me as his hands go between my legs. He just rests them there, making the slightest of movements. I feel his breath on the back of my neck and I raise one of his hands to my face. Kissing the palm of it, I ask “I don’t suppose you want a back, sack and crack, do you?” and snigger into his hand.
“No - I fucking well don’t!” he chuckles in reply. And yet again, I get a swift smack on the rump.
“Ow!”
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