Let's go camping
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Posted:Sep 25, 2009 1:42 am
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Ura yawned and stretched, shifting uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the CTS. They had been driving over three hours now, and it wasn't even 9:00am. On a lot of Wednesday mornings, Ura wouldn't even be awake at 9:00am. "I really can't believe I let you talk me into this," she said to Mr. X. "Sweetheart, trust me," Mr. X said with a smile, "you're gonna love camping. There's just something about nature..." "Yeah, the bugs and the wild animals," Ura replied. "Come on, did I complain when you took me to that French movie where they sat and ate fondue for two hours?" Mr. X asked. "Yes, and you're still complaining," Ura shot back. Mr. X smiled, and rested his hand on Ura's upper thigh. "Okay, but I didn't do any complaining last night, did I?" Now Ura had to smile - last night had been incredible.
She had been splayed out across the bed, wearing just her black teddy, while Mr. X had brought her to an incredible orgasm, his tongue flicking ever so gently at her clit while his thumb, deep inside her pussy, rotated over her G-spot. Ura had returned the favor, sucking and licking Mr. X's nice fat cock for a good ten minutes, then sliding it into herself and riding him for ten minutes more. Their mouths locked onto each others, they came simultaneously, Ura collapsing down on Mr. X, neither wanting, or able, to move, as they drifted off into a sound sleep.
"Yeah, that was some session," Ura said. "And the best part was, when we were finished, we fell asleep in a nice, soft, warm bed, with a frigging roof over our heads." Mr. X removed his hand from Ura's thigh, and switched on the radio. "Maybe a little music would make the ride go quicker," Mr. X said as he found a soul station.
Ura and Mr. X stayed silent for a few miles, but she wasn't really mad, and soon they were back to be being themselves. They chatted, caught up on things, stopped for a nice lunch at a cute 1950's style diner they spotted. For one thing, it was just great to get some time outside of Rural. And as they went through the gate into the park ground, Ura even admitted that this camping trip might not be such a bad idea after all. "It is gorgeous out here," she said. "Not as gorgeous as it is in here," Mr. X said, looking into Ura's beautiful hazel eyes. Ura smiled, then leaned over and gave Mr. X a gentle kiss. "We're gonna have a great time, lover," she said.
Mr. X did a fine job of navigating to their campsite, a lovely secluded little area deep in the camp grounds. He unpacked the tent, sleeping bags, food, and other supplies he'd brought along, and began setting everything up. As he was inflating an air mattress, Ura asked, "You want me to do that?" "Nah, you can save your blowing for later," Mr. X replied. That drew a wry smile from Ura.
Once they were set up, Mr. X suggested a nice, easy hike - a stroll really - through the nearby hills. "Forget easy," said Ura. "We're here. If we're gonna do it, let's do it right." "Okay," said Mr. X, "I knew you'd take to this." And off they went, following a more rigorous, but more rewarding path, up higher and higher into the heavily forested hills. The trail was narrow, and though normally Mr. X would allow a lady to go first, hiking etiquette called for him to lead the way. Ura enjoyed the chance to admire Mr. X's terrific form, and think about what a strong, sexy guy he was. Oh yeah, and he has definitely got the best chest in the world.
Mr. X and Ura finally reached the crest of the hill, and stopped to take it the magnificent view below them. "It's absolutely breathtaking," Ura said. "Yeah, and shortness of breath inducing," replied Mr. X, who was laboring to catch his. Ura smiled; she seemed to be handling the great outdoors a bit better than Mr. X.
A large rock afforded them a place to rest, Mr. X sitting down first, Ura sliding onto his lap. Mr. X wrapped his arms around her, and held tight, as they continued to relish the view... and each other. A cool, gentle breeze blew over them, spreading the strong pine scent, and the sun baked their faces. Mr. X began to nuzzle Ura's neck, sending a chill down her spine. She pushed back hard against him, wriggling a bit on his crotch, and getting the blood flowing down there. Mr. X slid a hand inside Ura's shirt, and began to lightly stroke her breast, circling the nipple and making it harden.
Ura spotted a hawk circling effortlessly in the sky above them. "Ooh, I think he's watching us," she said. "Good," replied Mr. X, as he licked Ura's neck up to her ear. "Like when your pet stares at us." "Oh, that turns you on?" Ura asked, chuckling. "Sure, you know what an exhibitionist I am," Mr. X said, now beginning to tongue Ura's ear. More chills went down her spine, and she began to earnestly grind against Mr. X's hardening cock. "Um, what's that I feel back there?" she said playfully. "I don't know, must be the result of all this clean fresh air," Mr. X said with a laugh.
Ura disengaged herself from Mr. X, turned around, and got down on her knees in front of him. She reached out and began to unbuckle his belt, followed a moment later by opening and unzipping his jeans. "Sweetheart, we'll have plenty of time back at the campsite..." Mr. X said. "Shhh," Ura replied, reaching into Mr. X's underwear to free his straining cock. "You just enjoy the view." Enjoy the view - that gave Mr. X two very distinct options, both incredibly appealing,: the beautiful natural vistas surrounding him on all sides, or his gorgeous lover running her tongue along his cock, holding it, stroking it, engulfing the head in her mouth. Basically, he split the difference, spending time viewing each.
Ura loved sucking Mr. X's dick. She loved the taste of it (okay, maybe not quite as much as strawberry), and the feel of it, and the way it reacted to the various stimuli she gave it. But most of all she loved giving Mr. X pleasure. That was the biggest turn-on to her, knowing how wonderful she was making him feel. And by the gentle moans emanating from Mr. X now, she knew she was doing well. Ura continued to lick up and down the underside of the shaft, alternating between strong stokes, and just gentle tickles. Then she sucked the head of his dick for a moment, swirling her tongue and making him moan more urgently. She could feel his cock twitch every so often, and knew the pressure was building.
As his hips began to involuntarily press forward, Mr. X focused his attention on Ura. Gently holding her head, covered by her fabulous black hair, he whispered, "Oh God, you are so good at that..." Which was music to Ura's ears. Ura began to stroke him with her hand now, all the saliva she'd left on the shaft serving as a wonderful lubricant. Her mouth over the head of his cock, she worked her hand up and down, twisting it to add to Mr. X's sensations. She knew that Mr. X loved this more than anything. Now his hips began to really buck. She stroked faster, and sucked harder. He began to breath hard, and let out little grunts. Ura held on tight with both her mouth and hand, and as Mr. X pulled back, she knew he was right there. And then he came, exploding with a forceful grunt, the cum flowing out in long, strong spurts. When they subsided, Ura grasped and pulled her hand all the way up to the very tip, squeezing out any remaining come. Then she looked up at him, his brown eyes just now regaining their focus. "How was that?" she asked. "Unbelievable," Mr. X replied. "Now what can I do for you?" Though her clit was buzzing and her pussy was quite wet, Ura shook her head. "Like you said, we'll have plenty of time back at the campsite," she replied.
Back at the campsite, the fire was now roaring, as Ura and Mr. X sat close to it, and each other, to warm themselves in the chill air. They were finishing devouring the dinner Mr. X had prepared, a feat for which Ura was both thankful and impressed. "How in the world did you pull off making a dinner like this?" she asked. "We're out in the middle of nowhere, and you cook up Mexican for me, and Chinese for yourself?" "Just because we're out in nature doesn't mean it's got to be primitive," Mr. X observed, taking sip of his Highball. "You need a refill of your Appletini?" he asked.
Ura shook her head, then tipped it back to look at the sky. "My God," she said, "the sky, the stars out here - it's just incredible." The cold, clear night air, the starry sky and full moon, the warm fire, the great food and drink, and, most importantly, the love of her life, all combined to make this a magical moment.
Later, Mr. X finished putting out the fire, and straightening up the campsite. It was time to retire to their tent. He held the flap open for Ura, inviting her in. "I'm sorry it's not a suite at the Ritz-Carlton," Mr. X said. Said Ura: "There's nothing we could do at a Ritz that we can't do here, and this is a whole lot cheaper." "You know," said Mr. X, "I really like how you think." They smiled at each other, then kissed passionately, tongues lightly playing against each others, then pressing together. After a few moments, they broke the kiss.
Crawling into the tent, Ura and Mr. X got situated on the zipped together sleeping bags atop the inflated air mattress. There was no light in the tent, but the moon was bright enough to create a slight glow inside. Each removed their own boots and socks, then reached over to help the other disrobe. As she unbuttoned Mr. X's shirt, Ura remarked, "You know, you look hot in jeans and flannel. Maybe not quite as sexy as your silk boxers, but damn good." "Thanks," said Mr. X, helping Ura out of her shirt. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and began to lick and kiss and fondle her exposed breasts. Ura ran her fingers through Mr. X's black hair as he alternated his attention between her fabulous tits, and then he began to drag his tongue southward. Oh yeah, Ura thought, I can't wait to feel his tongue down there again. They both began working on Ura's pants, finally succeeding in yanking them and her panties off. She lay completely naked now, legs spread wide, on top of the satiny sleeping bag, as Mr. X resumed his approach to her pussy.
Mr. X loved licking Ura. It drove her so crazy, made her buck and moan and grunt and then finally come. She is such an incredible lover, he thought, a great giver, and receiver, of pleasure. Add to that her personality, her looks, her figure, her unbelievable breasts, and she was everything he could want in his life. So it may have seemed strange that he would torture her now by bypassing her pussy with his tongue and continuing down to her inner thighs, but he was only doing it to increase her ultimate pleasure. After a moment, he began to bring his tongue back up. He used his finger to spread her pussy lips, finding the whole area already quite wet.
Ura had been drenched since she'd blown Mr. X during their hike, and was now dying to feel his tongue on her pussy. At first it was a light little flick down at her opening, then a little firmer, then he finally pushed his tongue into her, as deeply as he could. It was unbelievable, sending a wave of pleasure through Ura's groin, as she let out a moan. Ever so slowly he removed his tongue, taking special care to swirl it against the very sensitive area just inside Ura's pussy. Then he dragged it up her slit, toward her clit. And when he ever so lightly touched his tongue to her love button, little jolts of electricity flowed through her. He began to swirl his tongue around her clit, and she began to gasp. The pleasure was almost unbearable. "Oh God," she moaned. "I need you in me, now. Please. Come FUCK me."
Mr. X was quite happy doing what he was doing, but he couldn't turn down a demand like that. He fumbled to get his pants open, finally freeing his rigid cock. He pushed his jeans and underwear down, never quite getting them all the way off. In the meantime, Ura turned herself over, and got up on all fours. "Do me this way," she gasped. "I want to feel you all the way in." She reached back between her legs to grasp Mr. X's cock, and lined the head up with her drenched, pulsating hole. Mr. X could feel the delicious warmth on the head of his cock. He leaned forward, and was instantly buried in her to the hilt.
Ura brought her hand slightly forward, and began to rub her clit. She started humping back against Mr. X, and he soon fell into rhythm with her, pushing in and out of her pussy with long, hard strokes. He could feel her pussy grasping and releasing him as he slid effortlessly in and out of her warm wetness. For Ura, Mr. X's cock was like a piston of pleasure, filling her time and time again, each stroke warmer and more pleasant than the last. Her clit was on fire, sending waves of pleasure through her torso and down her thighs. She was moaning wildly now, breathing hard. And getting very close.
Mr. X, having had that blow job a while back, was not as close as he might have been otherwise. And he wanted to take advantage - for Ura's sake. He pulled almost all the way out of Ura, then plunged completely in. Over and over, deeper and deeper with each long, hard stroke. He could feel Ura's pussy grasping him harder know, and heard her breathing get more ragged and her moans get more urgent. He picked up his pace, knowing it would tip her over the edge. And then she started to cum, bucking against him, grunting, out of her mind. But he stayed in control.
Ura was seeing stars again - this time inside the tent. The orgasm had torn through her, waves of pleasure sweeping from her pussy up through her torso and down the backs of her bent legs, as her muscles grasped Mr. X's cock, buried deep within her. For a moment, she had no idea where she was... other than in heaven. And then, finally, out of breath, she began to come down from the experience. But something was a bit different, not the norm. "Did you cum?" Ura asked. "No," Mr. X answered. "I wanna keep going. I want you to cum again." "I don't know if I can," Ura said breathlessly. Mr. X began to gently work his cock in and out again, slowly, as he said "Try."
Mr. X continued the gentle strokes, as Ura took a moment to gather herself. Her fingers, which had come off her clit, returned to the vicinity. It was so sensitive now, but she began to apply very light pressure to the surrounding tissues. Mr. X picked up the pace. He knew she was into it when he heard her breathing change back to the way it had just been. His strokes got longer, and now her moans got deeper. Having held off through her previous orgasm, Mr. X was really close. Grabbing Ura by her flanks, he went into overdrive, pounding her from behind, in long, hard strokes, his pelvis thrusting against her ass. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she screamed as the pressures in her core returned and began to build again. Mr. X felt the pressures, too, as the incredible sensations built in his cock, fighting the urge as he continued to thrust into Ura. All the way in, then all the way out, all the way in, all the way out, both of the lovers grunting forcefully each time Mr. X's cock hit bottom.
One more stroke, just one more, hold off for one more, Mr. X thought. Here it comes, here it comes, here it comes, Ura thought, her fingers a blur on her clit. And then it passed the point of inevitability for them both. With a simultaneous "ahhhhhh" they each exploded, Mr. X's cock spurting powerful streams of cum, Ura's clit shooting electricity through her torso, her pussy clamping like a vise on Mr. X's rod. Ura collapsed forward onto the sleeping bag, the air mattress cushioning her and Mr. X, who, clutching her tightly, rode down on top of her. Both were out of breath, both completely wiped out by what they'd just experienced. Neither spoke. They just lay like this, as close as two people could be, both physically and spiritually, listening to the sounds of nature: their beating hearts, their deep breaths, and the beautiful music of the peaceful outdoors that surrounded them.
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It's SHOWTIME!
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Posted:Sep 25, 2009 12:38 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2012 2:14 pm
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Hey Affairlook Fam. It's been a minute since I've had time to put the fingers to the blog. I actually have 2 posts to go on here. Enjoy......I sure as hell did.
As Ura made her way home late that Monday afternoon, her mind was definitely not on her driving. She was thinking ahead to tonight, when she'd finally act on the plan she had put into motion a few days ago. She'd seen the ad on the internet, debated about clicking on it, then finally decided to check it out. What the hell, she figured after mulling it over, I know Mr. X is going to love it, so why not try something a little different?
Having survived the Rural traffic, Ura parked her CTS and entered the front door. Okay, let's clear the deck and get ready for the big show tonight, she said to herself. Putting some soul on the stereo, Ura began dealing with the more mundane issues, like checking the mail, feeding the dog, getting dinner started. Ura was in the mood for Thai, but figured tonight she'd go with Mr. X's favorite, Italian.
While that was cooking, Ura moved on to the more intriguing parts of her plan. First, she pulled out the box she'd hidden under the bed since its arrival yesterday, removed the DVD from its case, and put it in the DVD player. Moving into the bathroom, Ura spent a few minutes on her appearance. She brushed out her black hair, reapplied a bit of makeup around her hazel eyes, and spent a moment debating whether to change clothes. I guess I could greet Mr. X wearing my black thong, she thought. Or maybe something that really shows off my breasts. But finally Ura decided that would just give away the hot surprise she had planned for later.
Mr. X finally made it home, and was pleasantly surprised to find Ura waiting for him by the door with a Salty dog. Clinking his drink against her glass of Mimosa, Mr. X said "Here's to us, babe. I know we've both been busy, and tired, and haven't had as much time for each other as we should. But it's going to get better, real soon." "I'll drink to that," Ura replied, smiling on the inside because she knew it was going to get much better in just a few hours.
The dinner Ura made was a big hit with Mr. X, as was the dessert she served, orange ice cream (though she could take no credit for making it). Mr. X offered to do the dishes, but Ura said she would, and suggested he just go relax in the bedroom, maybe read or watch some TV, whatever he felt like after a hard day. Again, Ura had to smile inside - if Mr. X thinks he's had a hard day, just wait 'til he sees what kind of "hard" night it's going to be.
Ura set the modern American record for fastest indoor dish washing, then joined Mr. X in the bedroom. Mr. X had tuned to, no surprise, ESPN. "Don't you ever get tired of watching sports?" Ura asked, with mock anger. "Not so far," Mr. X replied. "Well, tell you what," Ura continued, "I think I've got something for you you'll like even better than sports." "Don't tell me it's 'French cheese night' on the Food Channel again," Mr. X said with a chuckle. "No, though that was a classic episode," Ura said. "This is even better than brie." With that, Ura turned on the DVD player, switched the TV's input, and started playing the disc. "A DVD?" Mr. X said with mild exasperation. "What is this, the first season of 'Sex and the City' or something?" "Just watch... and enjoy," Ura replied.
Though the screen was still black, the audio slowly increased - it was the sound of moaning. Passionate moaning, growing more and more excited. Then the picture came up, a full screen shot of a pretty woman's face, her eyes closed, in the throes of ecstasy. The camera began to travel down her body, across her firm, bare breasts, down her belly, and then to her pussy - which was currently on the receiving end of a thick, hard, cock that was slowly pumping in and out of her. "Oh my God," said Mr. X, "what is this?" "Just a little something I thought we might enjoy watching together," Ura replied. "Of course, I could put ESPN back on." "No, no, this is... this is good," a still shocked Mr. X managed to choke out.
"Should we get a little more comfortable?" Ura said, moving toward the bed. "Definitely, let's," Mr. X answered. Already shoeless, Mr. X yanked off his socks, pulled off his shirt, unsnapped his pants and quickly pushed them down, no easy trick considering the hard-on that was already forming. "You're so quick," Ura said with a smile as she pulled her shirt over her head. "I hope you slow down a bit later on." "No problem," Mr. X said, watching the screen which now showed the woman on all fours, her partner fucking her from behind. Ura took off her pants and her bra, and snuggled right next to Mr. X, who put his arm around her.
They continued to watch the movie for a few moments, each just in their underwear. The couple had changed positions again, with the woman straddling the man, her back to him, but facing the camera. She moved up and down on his large cock, gasping each time he entered her fully. The man's hand joined in on the action, gently nudging her clit while her pussy moved up and down on his pole. "So, let's see if you're enjoying this," Ura said slyly as her hand crept down Mr. X's belly, then reached into his underwear. Beginning to stroke Mr. X's very hard cock, Ura said, "Yep, we have proof that this works for you."
"Okay, and why don't we check on your reaction," Mr. X said as he slid his hand into Ura's panties, through her pubic hair, his middle finger running along her slit until it reached the bottom... and found a very warm, very wet, very open hole. Dabbing the finger just barely inside, Mr. X said, "And I think it's working for you, too." Then he slid his now wet finger back up the slit, and began to lightly trace circles around Ura's clit. Her response was a very pleased "Mmmmm."
Mr. X and Ura helped each other out of their underwear, so they now sat fully naked, and both very aroused, playing with each other as they watched the movie. Ura continued to fondle Mr. X's cock, sometimes with a firm grip, other times just tickling it and his balls. Mr. X alternated between putting a finger inside Ura's pussy, and lightly massaged her clit. They watched like this as the good-looking couple on screen continued to change positions. There were a variety of shots that captured the action, including a few close-ups of a cock sliding in and out of a very wet, very puffy pussy. Mr. X, thinking Ura might not enjoy such a graphic display, glanced over at her, but found her riveted on the action.
In fact, they were both heating up pretty quickly. Ura was really stroking him forcefully now, and with this added visual stimulation, Mr. X felt himself beginning to build toward an orgasm. But he wasn't ready for it yet. "Whoa, you mind slowing down there a second?" he gasped to Ura. Ura released her grip on him, but there was no question she was full-steam-ahead on the orgasm track. Her legs were spread as wide as possible now, as Mr. X continued massaging her clit. Ura's hips began to rock with his rubbing, as little tingles of electricity began to shoot through her loins. Her breathing grew heavier, and she let out unconscious little "oohs," every few seconds as the pressure continued building. Mr. X focused his attention on Ura, even as she continued to watch the couple fucking on screen. Now the moans of the lovely Ura matched those of the actress on screen, her hip rocking became more forceful, her eyes lost focus, and with a series of little grunts, she finally exploded in orgasm, all the pressure turning into pleasure as it flowed throughout her body, and Mr. X moving two fingers into her pussy so she'd have something to clamp down on as the muscles inside went into spasm.
"Whew," said Ura after several moments, having finally caught her breath, "I don't usually come that hard from just a finger." "Well now that we've gotten things rolling, you want me to shut this off?" Mr. X asked. "No, no, now it's your turn," said Ura, starting to crawl down the bed toward Mr. X's hard cock. Taking his rod in her hand, Ura began to plant gentle kisses on its head. Then she gave it little licks. Then she engulfed the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue all around. Ura allowed extra saliva to accumulate, and used it as a lubricant for her hand that she began to pump up and down and twist on Mr. X's aching cock. Ura looked up from her work, and saw that Mr. X's brown eyes were on her. "Watch the movie," Ura said. "Enjoy it." Mr. X wasn't going to argue, so he turned his attention to the TV while Ura turned her attention to his cock. And ironically enough the action on screen was exactly what was happening in the bedroom, as an actress was currently licking and sucking some actor's cock.
Mr. X managed to get Ura's attention, and pointed her toward the screen. Chuckling at the serendipity of the situation, Ura began to do to Mr. X exactly what was happening in the movie. When the porno actress sucked, Ura sucked. When the actress licked, Ura licked. When actress ran her tongue down the length of his cock and began to lick his balls, Ura did the same. On the screen, the actress began to play with her pussy as she blew the guy. "Yeah, yeah, do that too," Mr. X gasped, as nothing turned him on more than watching Ura do herself. Ura adjusted her position so her pussy faced back at Mr. X, then slid her free hand down and began to twiddle herself. Mr. X couldn't believe the way his senses were being overloaded. The incredible pleasure Ura was giving his cock, the images on the TV, and now his gorgeous babe wide open just inches from him, her fingers spreading her pussy lips and prodding her clit. The pressure was really building for Mr. X, and he was fighting to hold back.
Ura kept sneaking peeks at the TV as well, and found herself heating up all over again. Sparks were once more emanating from her clit, as the sight of a cock being sucked, as well as the big beautiful one she had in her mouth, were really turning her on. "God I hope this guy comes soon," Mr. X gasped, his hips now rocking slightly. "Me too," Ura managed to mumble. And just then the actor did, which was like a dam bursting open for both Mr. X and Ura. The come in Mr. X's rod released, shooting powerfully from his cock in rhythmic bursts, sending pleasure waves up his torso and down his legs. Ura too was almost knocked over by the orgasm that engulfed her, grunting as her body tensed, then letting out a huge sigh as it relaxed. It had come on her so quickly - she had never climaxed twice in short period of time.
Both out of breath, Ura and Mr. X snuggled back together on the bed, facing the TV. They were so spent that neither could really even focus their eyes on the screen - not that they cared what was happening on it at the moment anyway. Mr. X offered once more to turn the movie off, but Ura merely lowered the volume. "We've still got one more thing to do," she said with a smile. Then, lightly touching his slowly deflating cock, Ura added "And I expect this guy to be up and ready." Mr. X just smiled and shook his head.
Ura and Mr. X spent a few minutes relaxing together, completely ignoring the action on the screen. "So, I guess seeing those other guys' cocks really turns you on," Mr. X said in a light way. "No, it's actually all the girls' pussies," Ura said evenly. Mr. X quickly looked over in surprise, and Ura broke into a big smile. "I'm just kidding. It's all a big turn-on really," Ura continued. "I wouldn't want to make porn the center of the our sex life, but it's nice every once in a while." "Good, good," Mr. X replied. Then, pointing at the screen, "Just so you're not wishing my cock was as big as that guy's." Ura checked out the TV. "You kidding me?" she said, "yours is at least that big. And come on, none of these guys has a abs as good as yours. Or looks as good wearing black silk boxers."
Ura and Mr. X chatted for a few minutes, but gradually their attention turned back to the movie that continued to play. On screen, a man and a woman seemed to be the only people working out late one night in a gym. The woman lay back on a bench to press some weights, while the man stood nearby to guide her. And wouldn't you know it, within moments her hands were off the weight machine and in his skimpy shorts, while he was pulling aside her tiny leotard to begin licking her pussy. As satiated as Ura and Mr. X may have been, this action began to get their blood boiling again. Ura reached out for Mr. X's soft cock, but the combination of her gentle touch, the visual stimulation from the movie, and the fact he now had his fingers working Ura's pussy soon had Mr. X hard again. For Ura, holding her man, watching the weight-lifter girl get eaten out, and the delightful touch of Mr. X's finger on her clit had her juices flowing as well.
They continued to watch and manually play with each other for a few moments, until Mr. X started to lick his way down Ura's body toward her pussy. "Wait, I've got an idea," Ura said. She pushed Mr. X back so he lay flat, then turned herself around as she straddled him. Then she pushed herself back toward his face so her pussy came down right on his mouth. Then she leaned forward, and once more engulfed Mr. X's hard cock in her mouth. It wasn't easy for Mr. X to breathe with Ura's pussy jammed into his face like this, but he wasn't going to complain. And he loved how it felt for Ura to blow him from this straight-on angle, as her hand once again pumped up and down on him. Sitting up like this over Mr. X wasn't the best way for Ura to get licked, but it still felt great, gave her fabulous access to his cock, and also allowed her to watch the movie a bit. Both Ura and Mr. X kept peeking at the screen while pleasuring their partner.
When the guy in the movie lay flat on the bench, and the woman straddled him with her back to his face and began to ride his cock, nothing had to even said between Ura and Mr. X. Ura released Mr. X's cock from her mouth, pulled her pussy away from his face, and moved down his body, her hot, sopping pussy tracing a trail from his chest to his belly to his groin. She was so wet and so ready that she slid his cock right into her in one easy motion, feeling him fill her like never before. For Mr. X, it felt like his cock had become encased in warm honey, every square centimeter of his skin bathed by a pleasure solution. Just like the actress, Ura now began to bounce up and down on Mr. X's cock. All the way up until it almost came out, then all the way back down in one breath-taking stroke. Up and down, up and down, up and down. Mr. X reached out, using one hand to fondle Ura's breasts, the other to gently massage her clit that poked from her wide open slit.
Every stroke filled Ura to capacity - it felt like Mr. X's cock was way up into her chest. For Mr. X, each stroke brought incredible feelings of pleasure perfection - she was so warm, and wet, and embracing. On the screen, the two actors had moved into a different position, but Mr. X and Ura had lost interest. All they cared about now was each other. Up and down, Ura's greedy pussy grasping and releasing Mr. X's surging cock. In and out, feeling like it was going deeper and deeper with every stroke. The two lovers, so completely connected, becoming one body and one soul and one heartbeat. Ura's breathing changed, got more ragged, and deeper. Now she was moaning, and groaning, and muttering. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, little more..." Mr. X felt the come massing in his cock, as he too was letting out moans of pleasure as he fought for air. The pressure built for both of them, and kept building, longer than maybe it ever had before. One more stroke... Want to make it last... Just one more... And finally, as Mr. X's cock lodged deep, deep, deep inside Ura, the two lovers exploded together. Mr. X shot an unending stream of come into Ura; her pussy contracted over and over and over again on Mr. X's cock, as they each felt waves of warmth and pleasure and relaxation wash over their entire bodies.
Ura was so knocked out she couldn't hold herself upright, and collapsed back onto Mr. X. He was only too happy to have her close, so he could hold her tightly against him. Their heads next to each others, they lay still, catching their breaths. It was a couple minutes before Ura even reached up and lightly ran her fingers through Mr. X's black hair. "Whew," Mr. X finally said, "that movie was a great investment. Where'd you get it?" "Bought it online," Ura said. "It was part of a package." "A package? There's more?" Mr. X asked. "Yep," Ura said. "I figure tomorrow night we'll try out the new mini-massager." "Oh God," said an exhausted Mr. X, "I hope I recover in time." "You? I'm not worried in the least," Ura said, and they both chuckled. 
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Close Shave
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Posted:Jul 29, 2008 2:11 am
Last Updated:May 31, 2010 12:47 pm
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It was another Friday night in Hooterville, and Ura already knew the drill: In an hour or so, Mr. X would be arriving at her front door, probably wearing a his typical T-shirt and blue jeans and an eager expression that said, “Hey, let’s go out for a zifandel and grilled chicken!”
Not that there was anything wrong with Mr. X. In fact, Ura was as wild about him as the day she first met him. There was something about Mr. X’s abs that Ura simply never got tired of. But the simple fact was that they were starting to get into a rut. The same grilled chicken at the same restaurants. The same soul music on the same stereo.
As relationships go, Ura was beginning to feel like a caged dog. Something had to change ‒ and soon.
Seven fifteen, and the doorbell rang. It was Mr. X, cheerful as ever. He planted a quick kiss on Ura’s lips as he strode in through the doorway. “So,” he casually smiled as he set down his backpack, “where would you like to go tonight?”
Ura let her eyes roam up and down him, settling in on his magnificent abs. Jeez, he was something. She felt a little guilty, but she loved Mr. X too much to lie to him. “Listen,” she started, “I think we need to talk.” As soon as she said it, she could see the shock in his twinkling brown eyes. She didn’t want to upset him, so she said it as gently as she could.
“Look, you know I love you. But we’re sort of at a point where things are getting a little…ummm…” “Predictable?” Mr. X asked. “Yeah,” Ura sighed with relief. “Have you been feeling the same way?”
Mr. X got up from her seat, smiling his radiant smile as he reached into his backpack and set a small satin bag on the table. “You know what I do whenever things are getting too boring? I like to shake things up. Maybe buy a new leather jacket. Or some different kind of boxers. But I think I know what you need,” he giggled. Ura watched with wonder as he picked up the satin bag. “I think you could do with a haircut.”
“I just got my hair cut last Friday,” Ura said, rubbing her head. Mr. X walked over to her, kissed her and pressed his entire body against hers. Running his strong, slender fingers through her black, he impishly licked her ear and then whispered into it: “That’s not the hair I’m talking about.”
Ura could feel herself tingle at the thought of Mr. X shaving her smooth and clean. He had always loved her breasts, but taking a razor to every other part of her body sounded slippery and fun ‒ and just a little dangerous.
All at once, Ura could feel the old passions beginning to stir within her. Mr. X took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Ura didn’t waste any time, shimmying out of her black thong and laying back on to the satin bed sheets. Mr. X opened the satin bag and drew out a shiny steel razor. Its edge reflected the light from the lamp beside the bed. She could tell it had never been used before. A small bottle of purple liquid fell out of the bag.
Mr. X put the blade and bottle aside as he reached for Ura’s panties. As he began to pull them down, he could hear Ura let out a tiny moan of excitement. Tossing the panties aside, Mr. X was almost breathless as Ura stretched out on the satin-covered mattress, spreading her legs wide open and squealing with delight. Mr. X took a moment to drink in all that she was, her fabulous breasts beckoned to him, as if to say, “Lick me, suck me -- take me now.”
Mr. X’s concentration was broken by Ura’s voice. “Start here,” she said softly, pointing to the curly patch of black hair between her legs. “Just go slowly.” “Don’t’ worry,” assured Mr. X. “ I promise you, this is going to be so good!”
Mr. X sprinkled a few drops of the purple liquid on to her, its raspberry scent mixing with Ura’s own. The combination was intoxicating, driving Mr. X crazy. He wasn’t sure how much more anticipation he could take.
Slowly, carefully, brought the razor up to her patch, close to the skin. Ura let out a little gasp of excitement as the cold steel of the razor touched her smooth, warm skin. Mr. X held steady, gliding the razor along the smooth creaminess of her thighs, almost as if he had done it a thousand times before.
Ura raised her legs straight into the air, allowing Mr. X a clear view of her lovely, firm ass. A few more delicate strokes behind her pussy and it was done. With Ura shaved smooth and clean, Mr. X could hold himself back no longer. His cock was about to burst out of his pants. He moved his mouth closer to her pussy, breathing in the raspberry flavor he was aching to taste.
“I can feel your slightest breath,” moaned Ura. “Tell me if this is what you’ve been waiting to taste.” She grabbed Mr. X’s head with both hands and gently pulled his face into her smooth, raspberry-soaked pussy. Mr. X let himself be drawn in, alternately running his tongue between her soft, slippery lips and sucking on her clit. The more he licked, the louder Ura moaned, gyrating her hips and grinding her swollen pussy against Mr. X’s tongue.
Mr. X reared back and tore off his boxers, eager to pounce. Rubbing her smooth, slick pussy against his muscular thigh, the sight of his abs caused Ura to buck her hips even more wildly. Mr. X couldn’t recall a time when his cock felt harder. Reaching down to guide it into Ura’s gaping wet pussy, he felt his stone-hard cock pulsating in time with his heartbeat.
Sliding up and down against Ura’s pussy, Mr. X’s cock found its way deep into her warm, lush loins, moving and massaging her, sending her into fits of frenzy. With one sweeping motion, Mr. X rolled over on to his side, his strong arms righting Ura on top of him, where she straddled his hips.
It was all so new, Ura writhing and pushing her smooth, newly-shaven pussy against Mr. X’s rock hard cock. The more he watched, the harder he thrust. Deeper and deeper, with Ura begging louder and louder for him to ram her even harder. Even deeper. She was breathing hard now, sweating and writhing, lost in a swirling haze of ecstasy.
Glancing down, the sight of Ura’s pussy juices glistening on her smoothly-shaven skin was too much for Mr. X, sending him over the edge. “I’m…going….to….CUM!” he shouted, his hips uncontrollably hammering back and forth, up and down. Without missing a beat, Ura jumped off his cock and began pumping its slick shaft with her hand. She had never seen it this large or felt it this hard. Grabbing Mr. X’s juice-covered balls, Ura steered his cock into her mouth, just in time to feel Mr. X fill it with full load of steaming hot cum.
Then the room became suddenly quiet, the only noises being their breathing, the panting of passion fulfilled. Ura remained in a daze. She never imagined that Mr. X could surprise her like this. After a moment, Mr. X let out a little laugh. “What?” asked Ura. “Oh, I meant to apologize for interrupting you earlier,” smiled Mr. X as he lightly kissed her on the neck.
“You were saying something about our being predictable, weren’t you?”
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Dance Floor Seduction
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Posted:Mar 27, 2008 8:57 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2012 2:13 pm
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It was late Saturday night when Ura first laid her eyes on Mr. X. It was already way past midnight and the club was packed with people, moving and grinding into one another under faint blue and red lights. Not all clubs in Dallas were as hot as this one. There were others, way across town, that may have had better food or better drinks. But they didn’t have better men.
And they didn’t have Mr. X.
Ura was feeling pretty good. She had already downed a couple of Appletinis. Danced a little. Talked a little. But everything seemingly stood still the minute she saw Mr. X. She wasn’t the only woman eyeing him. Tightly wrapped in his shirt and jeans, no woman could resist staring at his incredibly sexy legs. As he stood there leaning against the bar, laughing with his friends, she couldn’t help noticing the way the lights played on his beautiful scalp, Ura fantasized about him, imagining herself kissing his lips, licking his neck…tasting every inch of his fabulous legs. His long, strong legs were taut, practically bursting out of those blue jeans that oozed pure sexiness.
Ura waited for a break in the action. Alone, in the dark of the club, it was difficult to tell if Mr. X was with anyone or simply out on the town with a couple of buddies. “No question,” she thought to herself as she rose from her stool to make her move, “those Appletinis have taken their toll.” The drinks caused her to deliberately maintain her gait as she began her approach. Moving slowly and deliberately, she weaved her way through the crowd until she was no more than a few feet from him. The closer she got, the more attrtacted she became.
The heavy thumping of the loud music made it nearly impossible to hear what anyone was saying. The flashing lights made it difficult to see. The pushing and pulling of the crowd made it awkward to stand still. And yet, in one moment, everything froze. In a split second, Ura watched in amazement as Mr. X slowly turned his head in her direction and immediately locked his manly, wanting brown eyes on hers.
Ura moved closer, step by step, never taking her lovely, hazel eyes from his gaze. When she was within inches, she offered him her hand. Without a word, Mr. X set his Tonic on to the bar. She wrapped her soft, sensual fingers around his, letting him lead her to the middle of the dance floor. The music suddenly grew louder, more intense. The crowd around them was moving wildly to the beat, but neither Ura nor Mr. X were keeping time. They were moving together, slowly and deliberately.
Seemingly without effort, Ura felt his large, strong hands slip around her waist. The two of them were swaying to their own rhythm. With their eyes still locked on one another’s, Ura drew even closer to him. Close enough to touch. Close enough for Mr. X to become intoxicated by the scent of her.
Moving in perfect harmony, Ura began to dance and twirl, teasing Mr. X by alternately smiling and running her sleek, silky hands across his legs, driving him into a frenzy. With each twirl under the strobe light, her mini skirt flew straight out, where Mr. X could see that she was wearing next to nothing ‒ or nothing at all ‒ underneath.
Mr. X could feel his breathing ‒ and everything else -- getting harder. As she completed her last spin, Ura backed up against him, sliding up and down the front of his pants, toying with him. Teasing him. With each movement, Mr. X’s hardened cock could feel the cleavage of Ura’s ass cheeks. The music thumped harder, withUra stroking Mr. X into a heated passion that he could barely control. He slipped his hands around her waist from behind, half expecting her to pull away.
But she didn’t.
He took that as a sign and began grinding his fully erect cock against the back of her buttocks. With one hand, Ura reached for Mr. X’s hand, and placed it on her right breast. He could feel her nipple harden through the thin, slippery silk. She heaved a trembling sigh that he couldn’t hear, but definitely could feel. It shook her whole body. With her left hand, she reached back and nimbly unzipped his pants. Her smooth, soft fingers found their way to his rock solid cock, grabbing and pulling exactly the way Mr. X liked to be handled.
Mr. X let his hand drop from her waist, reaching under her mini-dress to feel Ura’s warm, wet pussy. He was right ‒ there were no panties. No g-string. Just pure, delicious desire. He began massaging her, feeling her lean back against him, pushing him into the darkest corner of the dance floor.
They stayed like that for a moment or two, grinding against each other, the beat of the music drowning out any moans or sighs of pleasure. Yet each knew the pleasure of the other by their trembling, shaking and movements in unison.
Ura couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt a man so big and hard. As Mr. X sucked the back of her neck, he pulled up the back of her dress and placed his cock between her two luscious ass cheeks. The warmth of her skin, mixed with her sweat in her cleavage allowed Ura’s cock to glide freely against her crack. Up and down, his cock grew harder and longer. His placed his hand, now completely soaked, against her hip so that he could gain more leverage with each thrust. And with each thrust, he could smell the faint scent of her juices. It drove him crazier. It made him wild.
For all her grace, Ura was writhing in rhythm, barely in control of her senses. The feeling of Mr. X’s cock against her ass was teasing her to the point where she couldn’t help herself. She began rubbing her clit lightly. Then more intensely, feeling the thrill of building ecstasy as the sweat from behind trickled down along the rim of her ass.
The air in the club was getting thicker. Hotter. Mr. X squeezed Ura’s ass harder and he pumped his gigantic cock again and again. With each thrust, Ura rubbed her clit harder and harder until both of them could stand it no more. With one huge, deep movement, Mr. X blasted his load between Ura’s cheeks, sending a cascade of love up the small of her back, down her crack and between her legs. WhenUra felt him explode, she shuddered violently, climaxing so strongly that her short, brown legs almost gave out from under her.
She fell back into Mr. X’s arms, where he wrapped her and held her. They both sat there in the dark, illuminated by the flashes of the strobe light, still unable to hear a word.
It didn’t matter. Whatever they had to say to each other really didn’t need to be heard. Everything they had to say they could hear simply by gazing into each other’s eyes.
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The I want Superbowl Sunday to go!
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Posted:Jan 14, 2008 12:03 pm
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2008 10:06 am
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U was already late coming home stuck in traffic, soul music blaring and wondering what her excuse was going to be when Mr. X heard her come through the front door ‒ late, as usual. Her mind reeled with excuses: Working late? No, that wouldn’t do. It was Superbowl Sunday, the day an entire nation takes off. Shopping? No, that wouldn’t work, either. Even the stores that were open were clear of any lines. Everyone in Texas was already home, getting ready to watch the game.
U looked at the groceries on the seat next to her: Chips, dips and everything else necessary to make the Superbowl party successful, including the strawberries for Mr. X and the grapes for her. She could always tell Mr. X that she had to stop at the market for some last minute stuff. She knew how much he enjoyed surprises.
“This year,” she smiled to herself, “the game was going to end much differently.”
“Hey, what kept you so long?” hollered Mr. X as she walked in. He grabbed the grocery bags from her as she entered the front door. “I hope you got enough stuff for the bar. I’m so ready for a Appletini!”
“Relax,” U smiled as she pecked a kiss on his smooth lips, “we have twenty people coming to watch the game and I have enough drinks for a hundred.” They both moved into the kitchen where Mr. X had already laid out an entire buffet on the table. “Here,” U said as she handed him the vegetables, “you wash these while I get dressed. People are going to start showing up in less than half an hour.” With a wry smile, she added, “And try not to slice off your fingers when you cut the carrots, okay?” Mr. X playfully grabbed a cucumber and shook it at her. “Come here and let me show you the right way to have vegetables!”
U skipped down the hallway to the bedroom, where she thought about what she’d wear for the party. Then she thought about Mr. X, especially about his chest. She couldn’t help it. Whenever she stripped down, just thinking about him got her excited. U grabbed Mr. X’s favorite football jersey that was hanging in the closet. Then she went to the dresser, opened the bottom drawer and pulled out her sexiest black lace teddy. Modeling in the full length mirror, U slipped Mr. X’s jersey over the black lace teddy, the cool white cotton caressing her breasts. A pair of six inch spike heels and golden hoop earrings were the final touches. Throwing her black hair behind her, she dashed back to the kitchen.
“Well, I managed to get the chips and dip out,” said Mr. X as U embraced him from the back. She wouldn’t allow him to turn around, her hands reaching into his shirt, slowly rubbing their way downward. “You want…” sighed Mr. X, “to see…what I did with the cucumber?” He turned around as U backed toward the table. Standing before him, he could see in her hazel eyes that U had other things on her mind besides football. Mr. X moved slowly toward U, lowering his hands under the football jersey, feeling the silky smoothness of her firm, soft belly. U looked deeply into Mr. X’s brown eyes. “We don’t have time,” U whispered, “they’re going to be here in less than twenty five minutes.” “There’s always time,” Mr. X growled as he dropped to his knees and began kissing U's thighs.
Rubbing his large, warm hands over her breasts, he gradually pulled the string bikini panties down from her waist, exposing her smooth, shaven pussy. He gently nuzzled the small rose tattoo as he began licking the outer folds of her vagina. Slowly, lightly, constantly lapping at her clitoris, Mr. X was driving U crazy.
“Baby, we can’t…oh sweet Jesus…” U moaned, as she raised the jersey over her head and writhed, seemingly balanced on his tongue. Now soaking wet, she backed away and began wrestling open Mr. X’s belt buckle. Practically ripping away his black thong, U said a thankful prayer when Mr. X’s hardened cock sprang up before her. Grabbing his balls in her left hand and his shaft with her right, U ran her tongue around the head of Mr. X’s cock, round and round, before swallowing its full length into her mouth. Back and forth, U licked and sucked while Mr. X rocked back on his heels. As she swathed and sucked his balls, Mr. X reached over and grabbed U's ass, spreading her cheeks and gingerly touching her sweet, wet ass.
Mr. X’s fingering only revved U further. She straightened up and looked Mr. X directly in they eye. “Fuck me now. Here,” she demanded. They both looked at the kitchen table, so plentiful with bowls of chips, dips and vegetables. Without saying a word, Mr. X cleared the entire table with his powerful arm, spilling everything on to the floor. He hoisted U on to the table, her legs hanging over the edge.
“Once more for good measure,” thought Mr. X as he held U'slegs straight up in the air. Bending down toward her, Mr. X again starting lapping up U's pussy, only this time, grabbing the cucumber they’d previously joked about. Squirming as she did on the table, U was lost in a world of ecstasy as Mr. X gently rubbed the cucumber up against U's clit. U shivered, gushing again and moaning for Mr. X.
“Come on top of me,” she whispered, “I want to feel you inside me.” “No,” Mr. X replied, “I’ll fuck you right here on the edge of the table.” He put the cucumber aside and aimed his cock straight for U's pussy. She was so wet, so excited that he was able to slide in his rock hard cock without any problem. He pushed; she pushed back, grinding her clitoris against his thick scalp pubic patch. Again and again, they bumped each other, each time the strokes getting shorter, the rubbing getting more intense.
U grabbed each edge of the table as Mr. X’s balls slammed repeatedly against her ass hole. They had stopped thrusting now, simply grinding into each other, each one pushing harder and harder, getting closer and closer to climax. Mr. X rolled back his eyes, and grabbing the cucumber with what little focus he had left, put it up against U's lips. To his surprise, U began sucking on the cucumber as if it was another cock, exploding in an orgasm that sent her shaking to the core. That was all it took for Mr. X, who pulled out of U just in time to fire a load across U's tits, pooling into a thick, creamy puddle.
“Mmmmm,” U cooed as she rolled the cucumber in Mr. X’s pool of cum, “Looks like we have enough dip.”
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The Secret Place
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Posted:Dec 7, 2007 7:55 am
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2008 1:45 am
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[COLOR deeppink]This story is pure fantasy! I just felt like being creative. If you feel that it is you that I'm writing about ....don't take it to heart. I'm not. Since my body is not pleasured, I have to take care of it in my mind.
URA4U
It had been months since U had been anywhere near Central Texas. Between her out of town obligations and travel, there seemed hardly any time at all for the one person most on her mind: Mr. X. U felt sad when she thought about him back at home. There had to be something she could do to make it up to him.
Sitting on the airplane, sipping her Appletini, she made a list of things she knew he loved. At the top of the list was Mr. X’s favorite place: somewhere outside of East Texas. So many times his beautiful brown eyes would sparkle as he described the place. Out among the greenery, away from the city is where he preferred to be. Mr. X loved his secret place. During their last time together, he promised U that when she came back to Central Texas, they would spend a day there together.
U glanced at her watch as her plane taxied to the gate. She flipped open her cell phone and hit the speed-dialer. It only took a second before Mr. X answered in his soft, sensual voice.
“It’s me,” said U, trying to keep her voice down so that the other passengers wouldn’t hear. Mr. X did his best to remain calm. After so many promises, so many changed plans, he could hardly believe his ears. It seemed like such a long time since he’d heard U’s sweet voice uttering his name.
“You’re here, eh? For how long this time?” he asked. U just smiled and warmly whispered into the phone, “Long enough to finally take that trip to your secret place.” At that, Mr. X laughed and did his best to conceal his delight. “Alright. It’s nine o’clock now. You can be here by eleven and we can make it there by noon….”
“Whoa,” laughed U. “I’ll see you in an hour. We can catch up when I get there.” And then, after a brief pause, she added, “Missed you.”
The trip to Mr. X’s took less than an hour, which was just fine with U. In the back of the cab, she found himself getting more excited with every passing mile. It wasn’t just that Mr. X was the warmest, most thoughtful man she’d ever known. He was the sexiest, as well. Throughout her travels, U got through long, arduous times by thinking about his strong, passion-filled kisses, his gorgeous chest.
The cab driver had no trouble finding the place, pulling up to find Mr. X patiently waiting on the doorstep. U couldn’t stop grinning, as she tossed the driver a twenty and bolted out of the cab. Flying into his arms, U held on to him as if she’d never let go. Then she looked into his brown eyes, and fighting back tears of joy, began to laugh. “Come on,” he said. “I don’t care how tired you are. I’ve put everything we’ll need into the Infiniti. Jump in!”
Seeing how much trouble he’d gone to, U didn’t have the heart to beg him for some nap time. He threw her luggage into the back of the Infiniti and jumped into the driver’s seat. U hopped into the passenger seat and brushed back her hair. This time, she thought to herself, there wouldn’t be any time to break any promises.
Chattering together along the highway passed the time until U noticed they were no longer in the city, but into the countryside. Mr. X pulled on to a side road and then stopped the car.
“Is this it? Are we here?” she giggled. Then she leaned across the seat and gave him a soft, wet kiss.
“Yup,” said Mr. X, stepping out of the car and breathing in the pure, crisp air. After all the places U had been, it was a vacation for her senses. Everywhere she looked, she saw green meadows and tall, leafy trees. There were no fumes to smell, only the heavy mixture of what seemed like strawberry and jasmine blossoms. There were no sounds, other than the chirping of birds. She was already beginning to relax. One look at Mr. X was all it took to reinvigorate her.
“Come on,” he beckoned. “Your stuff will be fine in the car. Just take this bag and I’ll carry this one.” U grabbed his hand as they started walking up a trail that led through a wooded glade. With the leaves crunching beneath their shoes, Mr. X found himself strangely silent, becoming more excited at the realization that U was finally home and that their moment together might finally have come.
His silence was broken by a loud, almost deafening clap of thunder. Neither had noticed that the gray clouds gathered above them had turned darker as they walked. Within a few seconds, fat drops of rain began tapping on the leaves around them. U could feel them falling faster on her shoulders. She quickly looked around for shelter, but Mr. X was having none of it.
“Isn’t this great?” he grinned with glee. Looking skyward toward the rain, Mr. X opened his arms wide, catching the rain in his mouth and rejoicing in the way it trickled down his face.
“You’re nuts!” laughed U. “We’re going to get soaked!” “Too late,” hollered Mr. X, “we’re already soaked!” He was right. The cold rain was falling harder and faster now, soaking both of them through their clothes.
“Come on,” he yelled over the thunder. “We’re really close to my secret place!” He grabbed her hand and led her through a patch of trees to a clearing that reminded U of an oil painting she’d once seen. There in the middle of the woods, stood a small cabin with a stone path leading to its front door. They both rushed to the shelter of the porch, where Mr. X rummaged through his pockets for his keys. “This is it!” he grinned, his bright, brown eyes shining. “This is my secret place.”
As they entered the cabin, Mr. X shut the door behind them. They were both soaking wet, their clothes clinging to every inch of their bodies. Although she tried not to look, U couldn’t help but notice Mr. X’s chest. She knew that very soon, she would be clinging to him, as well ‒ even more closely.
As the storm clouds darkened the sky outside, the cabin became colder and darker inside. “This was my grandfather’s place, originally,” said Mr. X, lighting a candle he’d found on the fireplace mantle. “I used to play here as a . It was always my favorite place and I promised myself that I would only bring very special people here.” He gazed longingly at U, then spoke softly. “And now that special person is finally here.”
He bent down to place some wood in the fireplace, stacking the twigs neatly and coaxing the flames into a fire. As he backed away from the mantle, they both watched the flames grow stronger, throwing a golden glow across the cabin’s small, wooden room.
Mr. X turned his gaze on U, who was still wet and shivering. “I think we’d best get out of these wet clothes,” he smirked, walking over and gently unbuttoning U’s blouse. Drawing him nearer by his belt buckle, U started unthreading his belt with a hurried determination.
Peeling off each other’s rain-soaked clothing, Mr. X began kissing U softly on the lips. Licking her full, anxious tongue, he began to caress her erect nipples. U was breathing harder as she felt his hands reach under her black teddy. She reached down to grab Mr. X’s bulging cock, and working her way between his legs, began stroking it. Tearing his wet black thong from his body, she tossed them aside in a fit of rising passion. She looked into Mr. X’s deep, loving brown eyes and whispered, “Now...take me to my secret place.”
The fire beneath the mantle was stronger now, spraying a golden luster on to Mr. X’s luscious skin. U had never seen him looking more striking. The two of them were now completely naked. Mr. X carefully lay her down on the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace and began kissing her gently on her eyelids. Then her neck. Then her firm, soft breasts. He could taste the rainwater still beaded up and pooled around her navel. All the way down, he kept kissing her. Licking her. Driving her wild. She felt her legs spreading, her pussy opening, ready to become one with Mr. X.
A faint hint of strawberry filled Mr. X’s nostrils as he ran his mouth around U’s ass. The combination of her perfume, her natural scent, the rain and the fire was sending him in to a frenzy. He began licking her juices while placing his fingers deep inside her. Pushing his long fingers in and out of her hot, moist pussy, Mr. X began licking and sucking on her clitoris until U’s hips began to writhe.
“Yes, yes,” moaned U, “I want your cock. I want you in me. I want you now!” Mr. X lifted his head to lock glances with U’s flashing hazel eyes. By her expression, he could tell that she wanted to be fucked hard. He reached under her wet, warm ass and with his powerful arms, flipped her over on to her knees. She was on all fours now, her perfect, juice-covered ass shining in the firelight. Mr. X grabbed each round cheek with either hand and pulled them apart. U let out a small gasp of pleasure.
He took his stone-hard cock and rubbed it up against U’s ass. The thrill of his cock gliding smoothly across the rim of her asshole was too much for U to take. She began backing up as if to impale herself on Mr. X’s rod.
A few strokes between her ass cheeks was more than enough for Mr. X. Reaching into her pussy with his fingers one more time, he could feel she was ready. He waited for her to rock forward on her knees, then dropped his lance into position. As she rocked backward, Mr. X shoved his throbbing cock deep intoU’s waiting pussy.
Sliding inside with ease, Mr. X wasted no time pounding away at U’s pussy. With each thrust, the warmth of her ass cheeks up against his abdomen made him feel his cock was getting even bigger and harder. He thrust even faster. With each thrust, he could hear U begging, almost semi-consciously, “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Yes!”
With her head on the ground against the fur, U began to gasp. “Oh God,” she yelled, “Oh God!” Mr. X pumped her at full speed, ramming her again and again, slapping and splattering drops of pussy juice left and right. U’s hips were bucking wildly, repeatedly jamming herself backwards into Mr. X’s cock, tightening her pussy around his rod of steel.
He could feel she was about to come. He slowly moved his right hand from her ass cheek, and ran his thumb from the small of her back down between her ass cleavage. Wetting his thumb with pussy juice, Mr. X plunged it into U’s asshole, pounding his final thrust and sending U into an explosion of pure ecstasy.
“Stick it deeper in!” she cried, “as deep as you can!” Mr. X pushed his thumb as far in as he could, until he fired off a huge, hot load of cum into her steamy, swollen pussy. He collapsed on to her back, their sweat mixing together with the rain drops.
It was silent, but for their breathing.
U rolled on to her side. Mr. X cuddled her from behind. They lay like that for a while, fitting together like two spoons on the fur rug, warmed by their passions and the fire that gently lit the room.
It was their secret place. One that neither would ever share with anyone else, ever again.
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Letter to Santa
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Posted:Dec 6, 2007 3:33 pm
Last Updated:Dec 26, 2007 4:21 pm
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Dear Santa:
Hello, this is U! Do you remember me from when I was a ? Well, it’s been a long time since I last wrote to you with my Christmas wish list. I’m all grown up now and I thought, if you weren’t too busy, you could bring me the one gift I really want this year:
First of all, his name is Mr. X. He’s the most gorgeous, sexy man in Texas, and just thinking about his body makes me crazy. He has a great laugh, wonderful sense of adventure and a fascinating pair of brown eyes that you could fall in lust with ten times a day.
I’m pretty sure he likes me, too, so here’s my gift wish:
I would like it to be snowing, or at least really cold on a dark winter night. I’ll turn down all the lights at my place (you may remember I live in Texas too) and maybe light a few candles to set the mood. This is where you come in:
If you could somehow get Mr. X over to my place ‒ preferably wearing a black thong or nothing at all ‒ I could do just about everything else. I’ll have a couple of glasses of wine ready to serve. He loves those. Maybe have some Marvin Gaye playing softly in the background. After that, I know this great place where I can bring in Pasta. Dinner by candlelight, music and drinks….I can manage all that, Santa, where I need your help is getting him to give me a sign that he wants to make this Christmas special.
If you could just help me out here, this is what I’d do:
After the Zinfadel and Pasta, I’d take his hand in mine and gaze into those hypnotic brown eyes of his. I’d slip my arm around his waist and bring him close to me. Then I’d softly kiss his neck and nuzzle his ears, whispering his name. I’d press up against him, feel his heart beating against mine. I’d pull back a little bit, and then lightly touch his lips against my own.
Santa, this part is crucial. I need him to kiss me back. Mr. X has the most beautiful lips and sensual mouth I’ve ever kissed. I want to hear him sigh and give me a deep, luscious kiss. He doesn’t have to say a word. I want to feel his tongue on mine. I want him to reach for my breasts to let me know he wants me as much as I want him.
Santa, I really want to suck his cock. I know you might not get that request very often, but Mr. X has the most beautiful cock on earth. Don’t get me wrong, I love to kiss and lick other parts of his body, too. But no other cock has ever tasted so sweet or felt so right in me. I want him to suck my nipples and feel my breasts in his mouth. I want to feel my lips against his abs. Then I want to spread his magnificent legs to enjoy the ultimate prize. I want to lick it and suck it and kiss it and drive him crazy.
Am I asking too much? I hope not. Oh. And another thing:
I want him to lick my pussy, Santa. Sometimes Mr. X can be a little shy. I don’t want him to be shy anymore. I want him to really suck my clit. I want him to stroke me with one hand and squeeze my ass with the other. I want him to swirl his tongue around and around, run it up and down my honey hole and then lick me between my legs. I want to feel my juices overflowing and mixing with his saliva.
I’d like to get on my hands and knees for Mr. X and raise my beautiful, firm, round ass straight up in the air for him. I want him to drive his cock into my warm, wet pussy. I want him to place each of his hands on each of my ass cheeks and spread them wide. And then I want him to plunge in to my juicy, steaming sensuality. I just want to hear him sigh as he glides inside, pounding his way further into me.
And I want to push back. I want him to feel my warm, soft ass cheeks bumping up against his hips. I want to reach back and grab his ass, and feel his balls slapping up against me. I want him to pound me faster and harder and make me moan and squeal with delight. I want to feel my muscles squeezing his cock tighter with every thrust until both of us release a full load of passion, collapsing in each others’ arms and curling up in front of the fire.
I’m not asking for a big screen TV or a new computer or anything else this year, Santa. Just this one Christmas wish. Just Mr. X. That’s all I want.
Love,
U
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What do I have to do?
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Posted:Oct 8, 2007 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Jan 3, 2008 4:04 pm
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I am tired of preaching to the choir! Hell, I'm tired of playing with myself. I go to "THE" drawer so much that when I open it, my toys start screaming......"NOT me...NOT me....PLEASE not me.." Then they start talking to each other about how I use them in my get myself off sessions so much that if the batteries die...I change them and keep on going...
ME so HORNY! Me luv you long time is what my toys tell me. I just bought a new toy Saturday. Today is Monday and it told me ...."HELL NAW....I don't want no more. If you turn me on one more time BITCH....I swear....I buzz my ass out of the drawer and down the hall into the middle of the street and lay there for my death to come. Suicide by car...not TWAT is what I'll do! That'll teach YOUR ass not to abuse the hell out of me. You have all kinds of shit in the drawer and you wanna wear me out as soon as you get me. HEll NAW!"
So hear I am laying in my bed squeezing my legs together to feel my clit throb and jump. My fingers rub...and rub and rub....Shit it feels good, but I need some DICK!
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What do I have to do?
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Posted:Oct 8, 2007 9:08 pm
Last Updated:Oct 8, 2007 9:25 pm
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I am tired of preaching to the choir! Hell, I'm tired of playing with myself. I go to "THE" drawer so much that when I open it, my toys start screaming......"NOT me...NOT me....PLEASE not me.." Then they start talking to each other about how I use them in my get myself off sessions so much that if the batteries die...I change them and keep on going...
ME so HORNY! Me luv you long time is what my toys tell me. I just bought a new toy Saturday. Today is Monday and it told me ...."HELL NAW....I don't want no more. If you turn me on one more time BITCH....I swear....I buzz my ass out of the drawer and down the hall into the middle of the street and lay there for my death to come. Suicide by car...not TWAT is what I'll do! That'll teach YOUR ass not to abuse the hell out of me. You have all kinds of shit in the drawer and you wanna wear me out as soon as you get me. HEll NAW!"
So hear I am laying in my bed squeezing my legs together to feel my clit throb and jump. My fingers rub...and rub and rub....Shit it feels good, but I need some DICK!
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I'm HORNY as hell!!!!!!
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Posted:Sep 28, 2007 10:18 pm
Last Updated:Oct 26, 2007 2:11 am
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I have never doubted the power of Affairlook. I am seriously beginning to doubt it though. Maybe it's my fault because I'm not really actively looking. I keep saying that I'm horny as hell...but oh well...do nothing about it. I was accused of basically having low self esteem for being on Affairlook and looking for male partners.
After self evaluation, I have discovered that my esteem is not low. I love me. I LOVE sex! If looking means that my esteem is low...then so fucking be it. Oh well...THEIR esteem is low. They just can't handle that I have to look. Looking and flirting is a part of my personality.
I am who I am...No more no less.
Just a big sexy ass woman who likes to get her phreak on!
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I'm HORNY as hell!!!!!!
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Posted:Sep 28, 2007 10:15 pm
Last Updated:Aug 25, 2008 9:27 pm
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I have never doubted the power of Affairlook. I am seriously beginning to doubt it though. Maybe it's my fault because I'm not really actively looking. I keep saying that I'm horny as hell...but oh well...do nothing about it. I was accused of basically having low self esteem for being on Affairlook and looking for male partners.
After self evaluation, I have discovered that my esteem is not low. I love me. I LOVE sex! If looking means that my esteem is low...then so fucking be it. Oh well...THEIR esteem is low. They just can't handle that I have to look. Looking and flirting is a part of my personality.
I am who I am...No more no less.
Just a big sexy ass woman who likes to get her phreak on!
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Pleasure just for me.....
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Posted:Apr 20, 2007 10:29 pm
Last Updated:Sep 5, 2008 7:30 pm
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A lil hotty contacts me on Affairlook. We decide to hook up. Hell....my pussy starts dripping just thinking about pleasure it's about to receive. I go into fantasizing mode. I imagine that as soon as he rings my doorbell, I'm gonna let him in...he won't get past the closed door because I'm gonna drop to my knees and take his cock into my mouth. He'll just have to lay back against the door because I'm hungry for a big ass dick to be slammed to the back of my throat. It's been so damn long. I suck and tease until it feels like he's gonna blow. At that moment I stop...His eyes are glazed over. He's in a daze..No no Papi I say...none of that. It's just the beginning. Come on down cause it's on in your world. We walk into the bedroom...and he's been fondling the whole time we're walking....He bends me over the bed...and SLAM...he just throws me straight dick....YES!!!YES!!!! YES!!!! I scream. Whack! Whack on my ass he goes....On the 3rd Wack! I just start shaking and cum squirts down my leg onto his dick. Ahh you like that shit don't you as he spins me around so he's sitting on the bed. Ride this dick girl....ride this dick....I can't help but to pounce up and down and around....He reaches and grabs one of my nipples and pinches as he wacks my ass....The pleasure is so sweet that tears spring to my eyes.....
I am so sticky.....I was playing with myself as I fantasized about getting fucked. I go to the shower and turn Brrrrrrrrrring....Brrrrrrrrring...Brrrrrrrring....I come to myself and it's the damn phone ringing. The little hottie says that something came up and he won't be able to come over. I get pissed and say you don't have to bother cause I have already taken care of the damn problem. I hang up to his I can come by later and me saying WHAATEEVVVVVA!the water on cold...then I get an idea. I turn the shower off and just let the cold water run...I climb into the tub and back my ass up to the faucet. I spread my legs and let the cold water hit my pussy....It's a shock at first but then my clit just starts throbbing....and throbbing....Fuck this...I turn over on my back and slide all the way down...spread into a bit Y and let the water just hit me......I open the lips and start to diddle.....Ohhhhhhhhhh my.....oh my oh my oh my....This is the first time I've ever SEEN myself squirt. Damn, is this why men get so fucking excited....I'm turning my own self own....
This experience could make me say fuck me forever and just do it your damn self. But I'm not giving up. I will one day soon get my fuck and suck on. Trust me...I'll be ready
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