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Weapons of Mass Seduction
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https://www.literotica.com/s/weapons-of-mass-seduction
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How To
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"The prettiest dresses are worn to be taken off" Jean Cocteau
There's no doubt about it. Playfulness and a sense of adventure in the bedroom are very attractive traits. Dressing up in sexy lingerie and bedroom wear is an opportunity for a woman to be playful, to feel very beautiful, to explore the power of desire and of being desired. It's a chance to play dress ups, to become the boudoir mistress, the siren or the virginal bride.
Wearing something glamorous and sexy everyday boosts your self esteem and helps you to get in the mood for a hot evening ahead. It doesn't need to be big budget. In the right hands a garment as simple and innocent as a white slip can be transformed into a weapon of mass seduction. Think Elizabeth Taylor in her sizzling performance as Maggie in the 1958 film Cat On A Hot Tin Roof.
Go out to dinner or to the movies wearing gorgeous stockings, no panties, and you'll be reminded of your near nakedness every time you sit down…This secret knowledge is a powerful aphrodisiac. It's great for building anticipation, awareness of your body, driving your lover wild and just plain turning yourself on.
Experiment with the kinds of fabrics you wear. In talking with women friends, I'm surprised how specific and varied preferences and tastes are when it comes to sexy bedroom wear. Some folks love soft, slippery, shiny satin. Lots of men love the wispy see through effect of sheer fabrics. Anything in tight, clingy fabric does it for others, and a combination of all of the above seems pretty popular too.
Sexy garments are not only a treat for the viewer. Wearing sensuous fabrics is a real pleasure for the wearer. Soft plush velvet feels so beautiful and lace with its tantalising glimpses of what lies below can make a woman feel and look just gorgeous. Slinky micro fibre garments tease the bare skin, like being caressed by soft hands. Silk has a luxurious skin like quality and the wonderful ability to capture a woman's special scent like no other cloth.
The gorgeous thing about sexy lingerie and bedroom wear is that you don’t need to be model thin to look sensational. You do need to enjoy what you're wearing and feel comfortable. Nothing surpasses the sexiness of a self confident woman who is literally comfortable in her own skin. Feeling beautiful, desirable and sexy in your own head actually makes you beautiful, desirable and sexy.
If you are on the curvy side like me there is a great opportunity to play it up. One of my favourite outfits is a very simple A- line lacy short chemise style slip that works like a dream every time! Check out some of the websites of lingerie suppliers who cater for larger sizes. These women look amazing, all rounded and curvy, making the most of their great assets. Cleavage can be hard to resist! Maybe you love your legs, your shoulders or breasts, find ways to show off, emphasise and enjoy your best bits.
Taking the time to dress up makes your lover feel great because you've made an effort especially for them. Gentlemen remember to compliment your lover when she's gone to the effort to dress up. Be specific about what you love about her. Compliment her, not just the clothing. "You look so hot in that…"
A quick word on practicalities. I absolutely love gorgeous stay up stockings. Girls if you can, buy the ones at about 20 denier as they'll withstand a little rough and tumble, last longer and look and feel just as fabulous as the super sheer 10 denier that won't survive the touch of one calloused hand. Gentlemen we love the big strong hands but they can be lethal on fine hosiery, please keep your nails trimmed.
And finally to the fun bit…the undressing part…
Dr Jack Morin in his wonderful book, The Erotic Mind says "Clothing acts as a concealment, cloaking the treasures underneath…Passions sometimes demand that clothes be unceremoniously ripped out of the way. For many people, however, the transition from fully clothed to completely naked (or semi naked) is much more exciting when it is slow and deliberate." Listen up ladies and gentlemen because Dr Jack knows what he's talking about.
Many people, especially women like to be undressed slowly. Very, very slowly. It is both very erotic and tantalizing. It also sort of suggests that you are valued and worth taking time over. Savour and enjoy each moment.
Slowness and restraint can be incredibly erotic. One of the sexiest and most memorable film scenes I've ever seen is in Jane Campion's 1993 film, The Piano. Campion builds scenes where the erotic tension is excruciating. Who can forget the spellbinding moment when Harvey Keitel puts just his one of his fingers on the leg flesh showing through the small hole in Holly Hunter's thick black stocking? Or when he kisses her neck above the very modest collar of her dress as she plays the piano for him?
In other movies in historical settings, heavily dressed woman are sent into a swoon when their amorous admirers peel back a glove to kiss the soft silky skin on the inside of their wrist, very intimate and deliberate. In glove wearing times a simple "naked" handshake was a risqué thrill. Remember that sometimes little, subtle gestures can be very moving and erotic.
Just to restate important information for lovers of women…most women love to be slowly undressed or partially undressed, slowly being the key here. The key points;
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Great seduction is about building anticipation and erotic tension.
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Women enjoy being kissed through fabric, flesh being revealed by degrees, kissed as it is revealed.
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Touch over fabric then under, kiss and touch along the lines of where clothing meets flesh instead of diving right in.
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Don't be in a hurry to take it all off, leave something on for that delicious semi dressed, more naked than naked feeling…
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Lift a hem line slowly to reveal a smooth thigh just waiting to be stroked.
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Play with shoulder straps, is there anything more gorgeous than having a lover shift a shoulder strap to one side just to place a little kiss on the flesh under?
The next time you're with your lady love, spend a little more time in this highly sensitive but sometimes neglected area.
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Kiss along the tops of a shoulder, along collar bones, around the nape of the neck.
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Gently nip at that spot where shoulder meets neck, this is heavenly seduction at its best.
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Slowly peel away a sleeve to reveal a smooth rounded shoulder, lavish some love here.
This is a very beautiful and erotic way to make your lover feel cherished and desired. Trust me you will be repaid, your efforts will be rewarded!
As the seduction proceeds…"Soon she won't object to fingers that stray under her skirt-hem and linger at her lightly knotted waistband; when her eyes are dreamy and her breathing's harsh send the servants away" Mallyana Vatsyayana (2nd century) The Kama Sutra of Vatsyayana; 2nd century)
Don't let the world tell you that's its just men who are the "visual" sex, one of the sexiest sights in our bedroom is the view I get kneeling up facing my lover, looking down to see his hand disappearing between my knees, under my slip... there is something very forbidden and downright naughty about having a hand up your dress. It makes me feel very womanly, wanton and desirable. I love it!
Taking license with one of my favourite quotes…remember that "women take longer to undress because they need to slow down for the curves." Slow down and have fun negotiating those dangerous curves!
Please leave feedback, I'd love to hear about your experiences and what you think of this article.
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A Lover's Pronouncement
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https://www.literotica.com/s/a-lovers-pronouncement
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Letters & Transcripts
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Dear Lover,
There are many reasons that I say I love you. Many times I use it as a shorthand when I mean so much more. Let me try to tell you some of the things I mean when I say those three special words.
Sometimes when we’re fighting or bickering, I say, “I love you,” and it means, “I love you and I’m sorry.” When I’m teasing and it starts to elevate, I often mean, “I’m only kidding, you know I really love you.”
When you tell a joke and I laugh and say I love you, it means, “I love you,” and also that I love your sense of humor, I love the way you make me smile, I love the way you make me feel happy and light inside.
Sometimes I say I love you when I want something. But it’s more than just a ploy to get you to do what I want. It means, “I love you and I really appreciate all you do for me. I know that you do it because you love me and want to make me happy. And I love you for that.”
Sometimes when I say I love you it means, “I feel so connected with you, that I just want to touch you; be held in your arms and embrace that connection.” It’s then that the feelings of love swell in my heart until I feel I’m going to burst.
Sometimes when I say I love you, it’s because I want you so close that it feels like there is only one of us. When you are inside of me, on top of me, and all around me. I want to know that you feel the connection too. This is when I wrap my legs tightly around your waist and reach for your hand. This is when I want to look into your eyes when we make love. This is when the moment is all about us, and we need no words, no games, no props.
It’s times like this that I feel the love welling up so strongly that I can’t speak at all, or maybe only in a whisper. The love that I feel when we’re together like this is cosmic and spiritual; it’s physical and emotional. It moves me.
It’s more than the stimulation of body parts; it’s the absolute trust that I place in you in that moment when my pleasure is in your hands. It is then that I present myself to you as my most vulnerable; that I offer myself to you without reserve.
Often it is then, that I offer you the part of me that most depends upon that trust, the part often coveted and desired, but not always given; my ass. It is a gift, not merely a taboo act of lust; it is a special offering which requires absolute faith on my part, and extra care and consideration on yours. And in this I find that my love grows with my ability to trust you to faithfully carry that out. And perhaps your love for me grows with my acceptance of you as you penetrate into this most delicate part of myself. When you take me that way, I feel as though you are in my entire body, you fill me so completely. When I say you touch me deep inside, it means so much more beyond the obvious sexual reference and still, it means that as well. You touch me on so many levels; you fill me in so many ways.
When we lay together in the dewy mist of our consummation, our bodies slicked with sweat, our hair damp and our limbs too tired to move, my head floating dreamily on a cloud of contentment, I feel your arms wrapped around me, I feel safe and secure in your love. When the world disappears and there is only you holding me, and I say I love you, I mean simply that- I love you. Yet I also mean thank you for being you. I mean, it was more than good for me, it was great. I mean, I want to feel like this forever. I mean things for which not words have been invented. I mean, you are the world to me.
If you ever wonder what I mean when I say those three little words, I want you to know that there is a universe of meaning in them. And still they mean exactly what they say.
I love you.
-A.
Author’s note: ‘A Lover’s Pronouncement’ is different form most of my other stories which are generally not overly sentimental. However, to me, that is what love letters are all about. I tried to make it both emotional and sensual, and I hope that I have achieved that aim. I look forward to your feedback regarding this gentler side of my creative nature. And please remember to vote. Thanks.
Love and Lust to all,
Sweetnpetite.
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The Ancient Eternal
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https://www.literotica.com/s/the-ancient-eternal
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Sci-Fi & Fantasy
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I am watching you my love, can you sense me near? Waiting for you? I know your soul can for it has been mine from the beginning of mankind but your mind is as yet unaware, uncomprehending until tonight, when I will take you in my slender arms again and make love to you as I have done through the lonely centuries. Always I follow you, searching for you, yearning and each time I find you, I must lose you again through the curse of the Old Gods who I angered because I loved you. Ours is a deep but forbidden love my beautiful man and I, an Immortal from the Ancient Lands am doomed to love you through eternity and dream of a day when perhaps we will be together, our spirits entwined forever and our bodies naked and on fire with our passion.
I can see you now in the busy street below, as ever when I come to you it is dark and I see that a streetlight pours amber light onto the contours of your handsome face many stories beneath me. And so I have assumed the guise of Raven this time to find you, perched on a narrow ledge, I exhale a soft breath, a whisper, a suggestion to caress your heart and bind you to me,watching as you stand transfixed as a sudden breeze rustles through the leaves of a tree beside you.
"It is me, I am come." the leaves whisper to you
And the whisper of your heart back to me beats a rhythm through the cold winter air all around. I tell you the story again and again when the time comes to enable your human mind to open and understand that you are mine as I am yours and not even mortal death shall I ever allow to separate us.
In the beginning when the old ones ruled the world, I was created, as were many others and I dwelt as a fey forest creature, in the moonlight, a beautiful woman,though under the sun's strong rays, a spirit which returned to the mountains and lakes around me. There was such beauty in those times, and now I make you remember for it was in those times that I found you, wounded by mortals of another clan, bleeding and alone.
At first I was afraid for I had never encountered any of your kind, so I hid in the shadows and watched you, fearing your strength but drawn to your spirit which rallied and was indomitable in the face of your suffering. With the murk and gloom of the forest all around I came to you, cautiously at first as would a wary deer and then I sensed your fear of me too and how strange I must appear to you, a female of another world with hair of black silk and green eyes which sparkled with curiosity under the pale glow of a sickle moon.
There we sat, gazing at each other, feeling the ancient pulse of the land slowing and waning in contrast to the racing of ours. I healed your wounds with my own hands, willing my life blood into yours as we sat still, staring at each other. There was a touching purity to your heart, an inherent kindness which reminded me of my own kind and while my mind said flee, my blood sang otherwise. Leading you to a bed of velvet green moss, I lay naked before you, a vision of ivory perfection, skin luminous and beguiling in the dark. I smiled at the longing in your face and spread my thighs, welcoming you into me and then crying with the sheer beauty of our lovemaking.
You cried too that night my love for you knew, even in your mortal mind, that nothing would be the same again in both our worlds. Each night you came to me and we lay together, high up on my mountain plateau, nestled safely between lake and forest, mesmerized by each other and deeply, frighteningly in love. And then you came no more! The beginning of the curse which I myself instigated through my own pain and grief!
I looked for you, leaving the safety of my woodland sanctuary, and I found you, only your lovely hazel eyes were blank and unseeing and your once strong body was lifeless and bloodied, cut down mercilessly by the other clan as you tried in vain to defend your own people against them.
That night I journeyed to the edge of a great cliff, my heart was so full of love but my soul was black and screaming. And I let it scream. I let it howl over the silvery ocean, boiling up the water with my fury and causing the waves to unite and bend to my will. The clouds grew black and the thunder roared in unison with the waves and focused my wrath on the very ones who had destroyed you, and thus, I in turn destroyed them.
I had enraged the Gods who had not made me to be vengeful and so the curse was decreed. Your spirit will always return but I can only ever have one night with you and that one night will signify your end again my dearest love. My face is awash with tears as I remember and my own curse is that I cannot leave you or forget you for you are the other half of my soul and without that half I am nothing and nor are you.
An age of ice prevailed over the land, new gods came, and many more men. The Old Ones lay dormant, retreating back to the earth and sea but only I remained. I became a shape shifter, roaming this strange new world as a wolf, learning more about these mortals and understanding more each century that you are as unique as they are fickle and weak.
When the ice had thawed and more time passed I found your spirit again and made the world still and calm at night. I watched as you grew to manhood and wore strange armour on your body. At night when you slept, I was the cat who curled against you, the wild stray who you found in the woods and thought to tame.
Waiting........ biding my time.
One night when you were in the prime of your maturity, I could resist no longer. Jealous and made despondent by the mortal women who flocked around you like whores, I beckoned to you and you heard. You heard me whisper to you from the depths of my wraithlike being, my lust, my desire, my hurt, but ultimately my love, drawing you back to me and possessing you with a ferocity I had not felt in thousands of years.
And so you came, frightened and tentative at first as you were before but then seeing me as I really am, my eyes, wild and green, my breasts high, firm and pink tipped, my waist as slim as a reed and my very sex, swollen with longing and desire for you.
Even immortals dream my love, we dreamt that night and sometimes dreams can reach out and touch you as your mortal life could never dare. For it is your mind I live inside as surely as the moon rises over this strange world each night, a world devoid of mystery and magic. The meeting of our souls is worth one hundred thousand years spent languishing in purgatory, the rapture of our union, sweeter than an eon of blissful peace.
And the love went on that night, my only sorrow that in this world I am known as a witch when I am really a soul, perhaps not of your time, but a soul nonetheless who loves you and keens for you more as the milleniums pass.
The next morning you awoke and I had retreated back to the shadows. You were smiling and your hazel eyes were glowing with a happiness I had not witnessed since we had last been together many ages ago and I waited in the forest that day in dread that the fates could not be that unkind to me again. But they were. And with the Old Gods dormant, I had no one else to appeal to. You had fought and died for a young King named Arthur, again fighting for the safety of your own people while I, alone but for you have never understood this clannishness which takes you from me.
And so again I raged and slew, at a place called Badon where this King of yours cried a great victory and afterward I lingered lonely in the mists as ever, the night creatures my only companions.
Later, I sensed your spirit once more which took me on a long journey over the ocean to a land you mortals call America.
I travelled at first as an eagle, then, when my wings grew stiff and painful, the elements showed me kindness and changed me to water where I swam as a porpoise and met others of that kind who accompanied me, pitying me, but accepting me as their own. Travelling deep into the heart of the land, there you were. Your skin was darker but your eyes still glowed with the same hazel tones and your people gave me the name "Walks in the Shadows" as they were of an ancient race also and knew when the spirits were present. They knew I was there for you.....
Our spirits entwined once more, our bodies wet with lust and desire for each other, I dipped my breasts to your face and sat astride you, my hair a silken cloak which enshrouded us both from the cruelties of the world. But yet again, the next day, when my powers had melted back to darkness, men came with new weapons which put holes in men, and they struck you down. Why? I screamed as once more I destroyed them.
And there have been other times when I followed you my brave strong man. - When you lived in a land where the people rose up and took the head of their King and Queen and I lost you again in your youth and valour.
When you sailed the seas on a frigate ship and fought against pirates - to defend. Always to defend.
But I have a secret my love.......
One which I have clutched to me this last century for fear my hope would be stolen.
For I have forseen the self destruction of mankind! Two mighty wars have waged and men will implode into their own greed and folly, already a steady rumble echoes from the core of the Earth as the Old Gods awaken.
One day soon the world will be as it was once more. A century? A millennium? I do not know, but it happens........ And when it does, I shall appeal to the Wise Ones who may reward me for my patience and sacrifice and make you Immortal as I am, as you were meant to be.
And so I watch you my love, you work at night, and this time you fight against fires to save others. Already the curse evolves and changes as the steady rhythm of the Old Ways grow and strengthen. Tomorrow, your human body will perish in the very flames you seek to fight. But your soul is eternal and belongs only to me.
I stand behind you now my love, and as you turn, I see reflected in your eyes a high mountain plateau, where there is a cool lake and a deep dark forest and a forest nymph with green eyes and pale skin, turned to ivory in the moonlight. She spreads her thighs on a bed of soft velvet moss and smiles at you with passion, love and reverence, inviting you into her, to come back where you belong.
Approaching you, I know that my whisper has made you remember who you are. And as I kiss you and lead you into the deepest shadows, a far off hum... echoes and intensifies.....a heartbeat to an ancient pulse.....
You are mine..... my love... my soul.... you are mine.....
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Mom's Night In
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https://www.literotica.com/s/moms-night-in
| 4.44 | null |
Romance
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Writer's notes: Romance- what does it mean? To some it means chocolate and roses, jewelry and dinner in a fancy restaurant. But for most women, I think true romance is being appreciated and known. A romantic gesture is not a formula to follow, it's personal. It's about remembering little things, showing that you have been paying attention, and a real desire to touch the other's soul, to bring them happiness and pleasure and to connect. There are no roses or chocolate in this story, it is a simple story of two people, taking a break from the demand of 'the real world' to rediscover each other. So come and escape with them and enjoy...
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When I came home from work, the first thing I notice was that everything was very clean. The next thing I noticed was that it was quiet.
“Where’s the baby?” I asked my husband, Kurt.
“She’s staying the night at Grandma’s,” he told me. “So we have the house all to ourselves.”
He led me into a sparkling clean kitchen I vaguely recognized as my own. Our table had been set with a crisp red tablecloth and two place settings of our good china and crystal. A flower centerpiece was flanked by elegant white taper candles in silver holders. Steam rose from the food, tastefully arranged in serving dishes rather than pots and pans.
“What’s the occasion?” I asked lightly.
“I just wanted to show you how much I love you,” Kurt said, putting an arm around my waist. I could only look up into his deep blue eyes and smile.
“So what’s on the menu?” I asked as he pulled out my chair for me.
“Mmm,” he said grinning. “Don’t make it so easy for me.”
I grinned back. “All right then, what’d you cook?”
“Baked rolls, shrimp and scallop pasta, steamed vegetables, twice baked potatoes and chocolate torte,” my husband listed. I should mention that Kurt is a professional cook, but rarely has time or energy to cook fancy meals at home.
I look at my husband from across the table and my eyes fill with adoration. “Why don’t you slide your chair over by me honey. You’re just too far away.”
Kurt scooched over close and brought his plate. We took turns feeding each other, like we had in our early dating days. We spent some time reminiscing about what great times we had when we first met.
“You know, I still love you as much as the first day I saw you,” he told me with a beaming happy face. I threw my arms around his neck, impulsively, as if I were still that 19 year old girl.
“I love you too. And I love this diner- but I think it needs to cool off before I can eat it. Why don’t you come in the other room with me?”
My hubby got up and followed me to the bedroom. I was overwhelmed by all that he had done for me. My job is very stressful but so it his. He had arranged for a babysitter, cleaned the house and cooked dinner, all in the time that I was on my commute home.
“I want you to know, that I appreciate you,” I told him. “Not just this, but everyday. You work so hard, and you are so good to me. Emily is lucky to have you as a father.” My face must have been glowing with pride.
Kurt reached up to cup my face in his palm, and stroke my cheek with his thumb. Suddenly I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world, and he was the strongest man. He leaned in to kiss me with so much tenderness, I thought I was going to cry.
When the kiss ended and I looked at him again, the tenderness was gone. What I saw instead was a hunger, a passion that had been missing for so long in our marriage. He kissed me again and I could feel the urgency of his embrace. I wondered what could have brought this on, but I didn’t question. I returned his kiss, letting myself be swept away as I had when I first realized that I was falling in love with him. The years seemed to melt away, and we where back to a time when the universe existed just for the two of us.
His nimble fingers where unbuttoning my shirt. His lips blazed a trail over my now revealed flesh. My body felt cold and hot, tingly. Anticipation was surging through me. His lips worshiped my cleavage, his hands explored my torso as if for the first time. Rather than grabbing only at my breasts, he touched me everywhere. I had forgotten how good his touch felt, how it had thrilled me.
I had forgotten how it made me forget all my promises, not to go to far to fast, to take it slow, to make him wait. We appreciate more what we have to wait for, I had tried to tell myself. But his touch had been more than I could resist. I had fallen in love, and in lust. But I had forgotten all of that in the day to day grind.
But I was remembering now. His hands flew over my body, removing my clothes with lightning speed. If I had wanted to resist, I couldn’t have, but I didn’t’ want to. I only wanted to bask in this newly returned passion as long as it lasted. I realized that I was behind, I went to work undressing him.
I lifted his shirt over Kurt’s head, and kissed his chest. I loved the way he thrilled at my touch as if it were all new and exciting to him as well. I felt as if I where bursting inside to have him close to me, to join in union with him. I wanted him to make love to me, truly make love; not as a euphemism for sex, but as a creation of something so beautiful it was beyond words. That was how he made me feel, how he made the moment feel; beautiful beyond words.
I let him pull me up to a sitting position. There I was, legs wrapped around his waist, sitting on his lap in my bra and panties; him naked from the waist up with an enviably sexy bare chest. I could feel his mounting excitement through his jeans, and ground my body against him. He groaned as I teased him through his clothes, sucking on the tender spot on his neck. His hands where busy unclasping my bra, a skill he had long ago perfected. But now he fumbled a little as his hands shook with desire and anticipation.
I blew softly over his ear and whispered gently, “I want you.” I continued to grind into his lap. “I want you,” I whispered again.
Now he was kissing my neck, and pulling me closer, into his throbbing erection. Electricity shot through my crotch; my panties where starting to feel damp. The friction formed by the bulge in his course jeans sliding over my silky briefs was frustratingly arousing. I tried to work his belt buckle and continue to rub myself over him, but it was slow difficult work.
Finally I got it free, and pulled the long leather strap from the loops that held it in place. The sound of his belt whipping loose caused me to tingle all over my body. I fumbled with his button fly, but it too difficult. I whispered again to him slowly. “I want you- to make love- to me.”
Something seemed to burst inside of him. He tossed me on to the bed and flew out of his pants in an instant. His boxer-briefs were quick to follow and then he was on top of me, quicker than lightning. His kisses now were filled with even more hunger and yearning.
The only thing between the two of us were my thin silky panties, damp with my excitement. I loved his kisses, loved his insistent touch; I wanted it to last forever. I tried to keep him from sliding my panties down over my thighs, I really did. I tried to resist as he slipped them past my knees. After that it no longer mattered that they were grazing my calves, tickling my ankles, brushing past my toes. It was a loosing battle, and defeat had never tasted so sweet.
“Take me,” I murmured as Kurt plunged into my eager sex. Our bodies came together in a way that was so familiar and yet so new. I felt an incredible sense of longing, of having missed him without even knowing or realizing it. Now our bodies were meeting in a delicious re-union of ecstasy. I wanted this to last all night.
As Kurt thrust in and out of me, his warm hands pushed my arms over my head, trailing from my shoulder sensuously up my slender arms. Stopping at my wrists to give them a slight squeeze, he sent a shudder of excitement traveling through my body. I adore the feeling of being oh-so-gently held captive, trapped beneath the weight of my strong masculine lover. The warmth of his skin against a tender pressure point, the primal feeling of being taken, the release that comes from feeling helpless; all this and more combined to make that gentle pressure such a turn on for me.
Following the wrist squeeze, his hands found and clasped mine. “Open your eyes,” he whispered. My lids opened and my gaze met his. In that moment, I felt a wave of love and intimacy. Flooded with emotion, I could feel the tears rolling down my face as we made love holding hands and looking into each others eyes. I smiled to let him know that they were tears of joy.
As his body moved up and down over mine, he returned the smile and lowered his head to gently kiss my lips. I knew that he understood and it increased my feelings of closeness. Our eyes locked and I whispered, “I love you.”
He searched my face, “I love you too. You’re all I need.”
The flood overtook me, washed over my body and beyond; through my essence and my soul. The words were so simple yet so profound to me in that instant. At that moment, we were everything to each other, an eternity in a moment, sufficient in every way.
What I experienced can only be described as a soul orgasm. The very essence of our beings joined as if to fulfill a purpose. My physical body responded but my awareness of my climax seemed to take place on a higher level, a plain of pure bliss. I could feel him filling me, shooting his warm seed deep into my womb. My mind spiraled through time and space, landing softly in my warm and tingling body.
The two of us lay snuggling together for quite some time, enjoying the warmth of each others bodies. There were kisses and whispers and loving banter exchanged. The smile I wore from ear to ear assured him that it was indeed ‘good for me,’ and even I could feel the glow of happiness warm my face.
After a time, he mentioned that he got the news that he finally received the promotion- and raise- that he had been hoping for.
“It’s a good thing, hon,” I said with a grin. “I think we just made Emily a little brother!”
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Writer's note: I hope you enjoyed the story. Don't forget to vote, and send feedback. I appreciate feedback and always try to reply.
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Fun at Jia's
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https://www.literotica.com/s/fun-at-jias
| 4.16 | null |
Mature
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I used to visit them occasionally. They were close family friends, and were warm folks. I do not know exactly when, but slowly I started getting attracted towards Jia. Her looks, her smile and her conversation, everything would make my heart melt for her. I wonder if she knew it at all that I was dying to be close to her, physically.
After each visit, my yearning for her would increase. I would dream of her, would hear her talk and even felt her close to me but all in my dreams. Once when I was visiting her place late in the evening, I found that her husband was out of town. I was reluctant to delay my departure. After the dinner was served, she said if it was too late to return to my hotel I could stay the night over. I willingly accepted the offer. Since I was staying the night and the next day was a Sunday, there was no hurry to retire.
I excused myself from our animated conversation that we both were fond of, and went to relieve myself. Inside the bathroom, her evenings discarded clothes were lying scattered. I picked up her blouse, brought it close to my nose. There I could get the aroma of my desirable Cherie. I could almost feel her close, with my eyes closed. It was the smell of a woman, whose sweat mixes with her perfume to make the most exotic aphrodisiac. I could feel the stirrings in my loins. I picked up the other things, her brassiere which gave the shape to her lovely breasts and smelt that too. Her aroma was lingering. Next I had her soiled panty in my hands. I was feeling intoxicated just at the thought that she had been wearing it all the whole day, and it had rubbed all over her to retain all the lovely smells that my lady had. I put my nose to the part close to her crotch. It had an acrid yet inviting smell. I licked that part of the panty to taste if there were any dried drops of her piss or cum. It tasted salty, may be of her sweat. My cock was all hard and bursting out of my trousers. I opened the fly to let the monster out. By now there was trickle of pre cum oozing out of my pee hole. I rubbed my cock with her panty as if I was rubbing myself against her groins. It felt nice, and I had a sudden urge to leak, to relieve my sexual tensions.
I sat down on the toilet seat, and stroked myself, covering my cock with her brassier and I had pulled the panty over my head, so that the panty’s crotch was on my nose and the mouth. This was I could almost get the smell of her cunt and lick with my tongue whatever dried secretions were there. It took me several minutes to peak, till I reached the point of shooting my cum high up in the air. I have always noticed that the cum goes the farthest, if I am sexually over excited and am feeling real horny.
After having relieved myself, I stepped out of the toilet. She enquired as to what took so long. I gave her a sheepish grin and a meaningful smile. She turned her face away, as if knowing my deeds. Or did she keep her ears to the door, when I was busy stroking my rod into her clothes. Suddenly she got up and went to the toilet. I was afraid if my act would be discovered. When she emerged out, I felt she eyed me suspiciously but did not say a word. She sat next to me on a sofa.
She was showing me her old photographs when her knee brushed against my leg. I thought it was by chance and excused myself. After a while her hands casually brushed against my thighs. I straightened myself, since my cock had a mind of its own and would unwind itself into a monster without any shame. After a while she got up to make a coffee. I went after her, I was drawn by the scent of the woman, as a dog would chase a bitch in heat. Only if I knew if she was in heat.
In the kitchen, while turning around to pick something she brushed past me. I could almost have grabbed her in my arms, she was so close. Anyway, we sat once again to have coffee. Then the conversation veered around adult films and the pleasure of watching it. I was perplexed at her frankness, she had never been so frank during my previous visits. I told her about my surfing the adult web sites, and she enquired if I shagged while watching those. I shyly nodded yes. She said she too enjoyed watching good horny sites but her husband was never a game for such fun. By now she was stretched out on the sofa, with her legs close to me. I bent down to delicately pick her feet and put them on my lap. She did not resist. She had cute feet, very small, very soft. I was rubbing her sole, when she said oh it feels so relaxing. While making herself more comfortable, her shirt came out her jeans with a bit of belly flesh on display. I was now stimulated and would have done anything to lay this lovely beauty.
She too probably desired a good fuck for she was letting me touch her intimately. I bent to give a peck on her tummy. It was warm and I smelt something familiar. It was the smell of fresh cum, my cum I knew. So she too had the fetish of rubbing cum soiled lingerie on her pussy. I was delighted at the discovery and as if she could read my mind, whispered would not you like to see my bush down. I nodded and unbuttoned her jeans. She cooperated by lifting her ass up to let me slide it down. Inside she was not wearing a panty, and I saw her neatly trimmed bush covering her attractive pussy.
I could not control and bent down to eat her, but while going down asked if I could eat her. She said if you could leak in my lingerie you would surely like to taste the forbidden fruit. I did not wait to respond to this, and was already burying my face into her inviting pussy. She was warm almost hot, and there was some wetness around. I nuzzled around with my nose, breathing in as deeply as possible to retain her aroused scent into my head. She pushed her pussy into my face, and I opened my mouth to taste all that she had to offer. Her cunt lips were delicate and soft. I bit them with my lips, then I went for the pleasure stick, her clit. She had a very nubile erection, as if a the sliver of moon was staring out of the sky. I rolled my tongue all over her clit, and felt that she was enjoying the attention to her joy stick.
By now I wanted to invade her cunt hole, and I wanted to suck all the dew drops falling out of her love trove. She did not disappoint me, and allowed me to suck almost mouthful of love juices pouring out of her love trove. I licked her cunt all over, stroking my tongue on the outer lips, paying attention to the inner delicate lips and trying to reach the depths of her cunt with my tongue. I wanted to reach as deep into her, to eat her to my heart’s content. She was a willing love partner. She would readjust herself to seek the maximum out of my insatiate pleasures. Whereas I was loosing my head with constant movement of my untiring tongue and lips into her now too hot cunt. She was really getting turned on, and I was on the verge of bursting out of my trousers.
She realized my agony of bulge. Gestured to me with her hands pushing my head away from her love trove, she unzipped my trousers. I let it fall down, next she removed my underwear to stare at my monster in full erect display. Was she pleased, I am sure she was, ‘cos she planted a full mouthed kiss on head of my red meat. She said that she liked the hard cocks which fill her cunt and give her the pleasures she needs. And without much ado, she slid on the carpet, pulling me down on top of her.
I was now awaiting what I had waited for several months, a good lay with Jia. I was desperate to be fucked by her, literally. I loved the way she had controlled the love events thus far, and I wanted her to lead me along in the fuck game, as well. You’ow, when I saw my wet lingerie, I smelled it – and once I got the fresh intoxicating smell of your cum, I could not but seduce you, she confided. I said that I had been dying to lick her and to fuck her. She retorted no, you wouldn’t fuck me. I had been eyeing you all along but you always behaved as if you were not interested in me. It was a wrong thing to say, Jia, my love, I have worshiped you all along. I was only afraid of losing you if I ever made a pass at you and you rejected me. She was playing with my cock all along, when we were exchanging our feelings for each other. Finally she seductively asked, are you just going to lay around or would like to come in my pleasure trove. I lifted myself away, and bent down to kiss her flooded pussy, took a deep slurp of the salty juices and came up to her mouth. She opened it hungrily to taste her own juices. We fought a battle of tongues trying to suck each others saliva, and taste the oral juices. We were burning hot with passions and desired to merge into each other.
I slid my cock head close to her cunt. She was warm and waiting. She spread her legs wide to make it easy for me. With one lunge, my cock found the passage to the pleasure trove. She was smooth and silky wet, and very tight. I could feel her cunt squeezing my cock as if the two were made for each other. She responded to my pumping with thrusting of her hips forward. We were riding high on the pleasures of sexual delight. Suddenly I becoming breathless, started to unload with a yell, I’m coming. Come my love, give it to me all, she whispered and responded by vigorous thrusts. It was as if I could touch the opening of her womb. She was also sucking my cock deeper and deeper. We were swaying at the height of ecstasy, when I started shooting my load. She was moving and shaking uncontrollably, she was breathless and flushed, and murmured repeatedly yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, don’t stop just give me a harder fuck…
I fulfilled her wishes of hard fuck, till we both lay exhausted. It was very soothing and very relaxing thereafter, and we dozed of in each others arms. We had two more marathon sessions of love game and each fuck seemed better than the previous. By the time we finished the third round of love making, she looked at the clock. She said, fucks, it is five o’clock and my husband would be back this morning. She implored me to leave immediately, and I had no choice but to leave her. While rushing out she kissed me hard and said you are my best fuck partner, and we must meet again. I could not agree more, except I had no desire to leave her…I wanted to fuck her yet again and again and again.
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"love",
"hard fuck",
"fuck"
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Love Letter
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https://www.literotica.com/s/love-letter-5
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Letters & Transcripts
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This is a love letter. You are away for a much-needed rest, and I am (sighhhh) left to my own devices. I'm thinking way too much and gasping far too little with ached-for orgasmic paroxysms. The ones only you can give me. The ones with you that transport me whenever we're together. And while I know you're overworked and should be taking far more time off than you are right now, I miss you.
I miss you in a poetic way. I put your picture up on my computer screen and touch my fingers to it, stroking downwards as if I knew you had suddenly stopped to touch your face, knowing they were my fingertips. I feel almost guilty, my heart aching with longing for you. I find I want to sneak looks at your image without you knowing it. But I know you. I know me. I know us. And I know you sense me. You know exactly how I'm feeling right now. I reread your poems, snippets and stanzas you've written extemporaneously for me. Watching each line as it appears, drinking in the sentiments spoken and pregnantly not verbalized. Reading each line aloud, whispered, hearing your deep rumbling baritone just over my own voice. Closing my eyes, hands attempting to fully cover my aching breasts as if I were in your arms.
I miss you with a depth that startles me. My life, as harried and happy and way too full as it is, seems strangely empty. I feel poignancy, a chasm of feeling somewhere deep. You reside in the place you have always known how to delve mischievously into, when it comes to me. My thighs have somehow parted without my knowledge as I think of you biting my shoulder just hard enough to hold me perfectly still while your massive hands coax me into a wetness that smooshes and squishes with wanton promise. Such is the state you drive me to with a word, a touch or, apparently, a thought.
I miss you in an elemental way. Our love is earthy, poetic, demanding, raw. We scale the range of many emotional octaves. One moment, we can be arguing about politics until I wonder what planet you could possibly have just arrived from. Then, in conciliatory murmurs, we become tender and exquisitely loving, expressing as much in our silences as we do with words and touches. In the blink of an eye, embroiled in a primal tryst that takes my breath away for days every time I remember...relish...savor....
I miss your eroticism. No one has ever known how to make me cum over and over again the way you can. Until I can take no more and must beg you, finally, to cum with me. The feel of your shaft entering me, filling me, spreading my lips wider with each raging thrust is more than I can bear. Hearing you groan and snuffle like the wild thing you are. Hands on my hips from behind to grind deeper and deeper into my pussy, your scent and presence pushing me over the edge to gush copiously over your shaft.
I love it most when you push my thighs apart, pulling my ankles over your shoulders. Watching you on your knees, fucking me harder and harder as I struggle to grip you ever tighter with my pussy muscles, the need to push my hips harder still to meet yours, hips slapping, the scent of our sex raw, our thrashing feeling like a scream sounds. Only you know how to make me swoon with each thrust. Only you have that animal primality that makes me wet for you within seconds. And that sweet, hot urgency never seems to fade over time or through difficulties. I am moth to your flame, I am the answer to your call, and I am here to serve your needs because you feel the same way about me.
Shhhhhhh, my bard. From wherever you are, taking respite from the world's demands and clamoring be still, utterly unmoving. Imagine me, my mouth against your mouth, reciting erotic poetry. Feel my tongue between syllables, soft licks. You know well the poem that drives me wild. It's the poem I love to whisper to you with breathy, short gasps interspersed by low moans. Helen Chasin's, "The Word 'Plum'." Ah, yes, you breathe. That one. My tongue nips your lower lip as I whisper,
"...taut skin
pierced, bitten, provoked into
juice, and tart flesh..."
and you respond, your thick fingers slipping between the hot, wet folds of my labia. My mouth traces to your nipple, biting and provoking your response as I slowly breathe my favorite love-word. Each syllable strums electrically, zinging through your nerve endings: "palpable." My love, whisper it now, while you read this, "palpable." Like a heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Yours and mine.
Ah, as I write, I pause, my eyes glazing, energy focused on the tight, thick tingling between my thighs. The fingers of one hand slip down, thighs opening of their own accord, spreading my lips open with my index and ring fingers, my middle finger stroking up and down my slit, pulling my fingers up to expose my clit. Mmmmm, my beloved, I am so wet for you. I rub, imagining that you're gazing with hunger at the core of my pussy, your tongue raking and flicking over my clit, and I mooaaannnnnnnn long. As if I could will you here through sheer need. Rubbing faster and faster, concentrating on my clit, I bring myself just to the point of orgasm before stopping. I will not cum, yet. I want you to read this when you return. And stroke your shaft slowly while you wait for me to find you. Ahhh. I love your virility. It permeates me.
My soul misses yours, even as I know we're never truly apart. No man can evoke in me the feelings, the depth of being, the sheer longing and need the way you can. I love you. I love you for exactly who you are, simply because it IS the way you are. I don't want to change you, and I don't need you to change. You fulfill me. In every way. That's the kind of man you are. You've awaken in me the woman I always knew was there, but other men were too busy needing me to be strong for them. You are the only man who has ever demanded my all. The only man I've ever whispered, "I need you" to, because I know you need me to need you. With you, I can be soft. And in that softness for you, I have found a strength I've never known. I can be.
Gaze down, baby, at your hand stroking your shaft. With your other hand, roll and massage your head. Precum glistens, now. Rub it into your skin. Yes. Like that. You know that your hands are my mouth, me kneeling before you in total submission, fucking you with my mouth, sliding down to the base of your shaft, sucking hard while I drag my red lipsticked mouth upwards. Your hips guiding my rhythm. Pausing before slipping my mouth down again, fingers circled around your base. Holding very still, your cock filling my mouth. And moaning.
Long.
Low.
Feral.......Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Moaning...until you feel the reverberation clear down to your toes, making them curl tightly. Stroke a little harder, beloved, a little faster. Ah, but don't cum. Not yet. And I won't either. Not until we can cum together, feel the rolling and rush of our orgasms together.
I struggled for days, you know, wanting to tell you how much I miss you, and how I'm feeling. I stared at this computer screen, silent, empty, the way I feel deep inside until you're here, with me, again. How to begin? What words could I possibly start with to describe all the ways I miss you, need you, long for you--love you? And then I heard it, like a whisper at my throat: This is a love letter. -for Animal
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"love",
"love letter",
"love whisper",
"spreading lips",
"cum feel",
"computer screen"
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Fantasy Night Ch. 02
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https://www.literotica.com/s/fantasy-night-ch-02
| 4.34 | null |
BDSM
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"Come here." He said as she walked past Him. she obeyed, as usual.
she walked to where He was sitting, naked, in His favorite recliner, facing Him, between His legs.
"What can i do for You, Master?"
"Take off your clothes. Start with your t-shirt and work your way down."
"Yes Sir."
she took off her t-shirt and reached around to unhook the pretty lilac colored lace bra He had bought for her. she loved her under garments and to tell the truth, He did too. she had good taste in bras and panties, she never dressed like a whore unless she thought it might please her Master. He occasionally told her to, but He liked her best when she looked classy. Tonight, she looked very classy. He knew she was also wearing the thongs that matched the bra.
she took off the bra slowly, and as the cool night air touched her skin, her nipples rose and went erect. He licked His lips. His cock was already growing hard. She then reached for the snaps on her denim shorts, "No. Leave them on and kneel in front of Me." The look in her eyes took His breath away. she loved to suck cock. It was what she was best at, if He had to choose her best asset. When she disobeyed Him, or was being difficult, all He had to do was tell her that she couldn't suck His cock. she behaved herself very quickly. The only punishment that truly worked. He smiled at the thought. she had been very good last night though and He wanted to reward her.
"Please Me, My pet. Please Me the way only you can."
she dropped to her knees and closed her eyes, took a deep, shaky breath and kissed the head of His cock. she then ran one tiny finger from the slit to His balls and grabbed them softly. she massaged them while she ran her soft tongue up and down the shaft.
"MMM" He said. This is going to be soo good.
Then, using to tip of her tongue, she tickled the slit. Putting her small mouth over the head and sucking lightly, she pumped it, her tongue massaging the slit. One small hand massaging His balls, the other pumping His cock, her tongue inside the slit. she was too much. she then took more of His cock in her mouth, tongue still working. she took in more. she then began fucking His cock. her head going up and down, faster and faster. she stopped after a moment, tongue never leaving His cock, and ran it down to His balls. she pulled His balls into her mouth and sucked them lightly, still pumping His cock. He heard her start to hum. she was a hummer. He stroked her face and ran a finger down the side of her face to her pretty bow shaped lips.
"My good girl. God, you don't know what you do to me."
she lifted her eyes to look into His, they rolled back into her head and she moved back up His shaft and took all that she could. she did this little thing that drove Him nuts, she imitated swallowing Him. That was usually the time He couldn't take anymore.
He ran His fingers through her hair and pulled her off of Him. The little devil, she tried to fight Him.
"That's enough little one, I want your sweet wet pussy."
"No, Master, i want more of Your cock, please."
"Tell you what, pet, you can have more, after My cock has tasted your pussy. Would you like that? Would you like to suck your pussy off of My cock?"
"Oh yes Sir! i would like that very much. Thank You."
"you are very welcome, come now, take off those shorts and ride Me."
she stood and took off her shorts. He was right, she was wearing the matching thongs. That didn't suprise Him, she had class, no mismatch for His pet.
He pulled her onto His lap. He looked into her big blue eyes. she will always be beautiful. she will always love Me. Taking her face into His hands, He kissed her. He slid His tongue between her lips and encircled her's. Their tongues dance together in a sacred ritual that only they know. she then started to suck His. she scraped her teeth lightly over it.
"MMM. you know what that does to Me, don't you?" He asked her as He playfully pushed her away from Him.
"i'm sorry." she hung her head down in shame.
"Sorry? I ought to punish you for being so silly, love. Don't be sorry, it was a compliment." He pulled her face back up to His and looked at her.
"Why you little devil! you knew that, didn't you? you DO know what that does to Me."
He smiled at her as she cocked her head slightly, sheepishly and cut her eyes at him. her smile was as bright as a million light bulbs burning at one time. she bit her lower lip and said, "Why did You think i did that?"
" So I'll hurry up and put My cock inside you. Then you could suck it again, you, My dear, are a little sneak. A smart sneak."
He pulled her head back and nibbled on her neck, biting lightly, stealing quick tender nips of her flesh. Running His tongue down the side, while she ran her soft finger tips down His spine. her fingers burned where she touched Him, she made Him tingle all over. He stopped kissing her and just held her for a moment. her breath on His bare back was intoxicating. It made Him drunk with desire for her. He pushed her back and dropped his head, He kissed her chest and licked her from the base of her neck to one of her tits. He put His whole mouth over one and began to suck. her tits were rather small, but they were very pretty and very tasty. He never really liked big tits anyway. Things just kept getting better and better. With one hand, He teased the other tit. Pinching it lightly and tugging on it. she gasped and moaned and squirmed. she was a spirited one. she could never be still. she gave Him token shoves, like she was trying to get away from Him, He knew better. He moved to the other tit and did the same. The tit He had just left was wet and He took His thumb and first finger and rolled the nipple between his fingers. Again, she gasped and imitated fighting Him off. He took a nipple between His teeth and ran His tongue back and forth over it.
"Oh." she growled.
"MMM". He growled.
she moved her hips to His cock. He grabbed them and told her not yet. she was not happy to hear that, she tried it again. He popped her ass. she sucked air in through gritted teeth and broke out in a fine film of sweat. she started squirming again, He chuckled, He loves to watch her sqirm, she gets frustated and tries to get her way, she's so cute. He left her tit and cupped her pussy, pressing His palm to her clit. He allowed her to rock back and forth on His palm.
"Yes, spread your cunt on me." He whispered in her ear.
Then He slipped His middle finger inside her pussy. she threw her head back and sighed. He started kissing her neck upwards to her ear.
"Whose pet are you?"
"Your's."
"Say what I love to hear you say."
"i...i'm Your...ppet. You...You are...my Master."
I love to hear her talk when she's being made to. she gets so breathless.
"That's right. Good girl." He began to nibble on her ear. Then He began to move the finger He had inside her pussy.
"Ohhhh!" Again, breathless.
He removed His finger from her cunt, moved it to her lips.
"Ride Me, little one. Take My cock inside you and ride Me."
"Oh, thank You, Sir!" with that, she took Him inside her cunt and rode Him the way He likes it, slowly. she moved so slow He could barely feel her moving, but the sounds that were comming from her mouth and the look of sheer heaven on her face told him that she was. her cunt was hot, wet and tight. her juices were dripping down onto His balls. He place the finger He had had inside her between her parted lips and kissed her. Helped her lick her cunt juice off the finger, their tongues twirling over it and each other's. she picked up speed, she moved up and down on His cock faster and faster. Slamming onto Him harder and harder. her sounds grew louder and louder. He felt her tight pussy get tighter, she was about to cum.
"Yes little one, cum. Cum all over Me and let it run down to My balls. Cum on My cock so you can suck it clean."
A high pitched scream came from deep within her, she stiffened as He grabbed her and kissed her. He kissed her long and hard, running his tongue around hers. After a few minutes, she started to relax. He felt her cunt still throbbing. still trying to milk His cock. He gently pushed her back so He could see the look on her face. It seemed the harder she came, the more beautiful she became.
"Are you ready to clean up your mess, little one?"
That got her attention, "Yes Sir."
she climbed down off His lap.
she was the best. No other could do what she could do. There was no other in His mind, she was the only sub for Him. The only woman for Him. The way she sucked her juices from His cock, making sure to get every drop, humming the whole time. He leaned down and asked her: "How do you taste?"
"mmmm good." she answered him and went back to sucking.
He couldn't resist, "Tell Me. My dear."
she wimpered. she just didn't want to stop.
"i taste good, Sir. Especially comming off You."
she went back, all her attention was on Him. He let her have a few more minutes then He reached for her. she pushed His hands away. "Please. more. i want more."
"I want you. I will give you more at some other time. your pussy shouldn't be so hot and tight, otherwise I would let you suck Me off."
With a compliment like that, she couldn't disobey Him. she let go of His cock.
"Now, lie down on your back, I want to watch you cum again."
she did as she was told. she really was a good sub, she just got a little out of control from time to time. Usually where sucking was concerned.
He dropped to His knees and took her legs and placed then where He wanted them. Feet flat on the floor, knees in the air. He entered her smoothly and evenly. Damn she was wet! Still tight and hot. He felt her starting to cum the second He entered her. her pussy constricted and she once again went stiff and quivered. Only small whimpers came forth this time. He went stiff inside her, waited patiently for the spasms to stop. Then He fucked her for all she was worth. she had done Him so proud, this was her reward. In and out He went. she used the floor for leverage and met Him thrust for thrust. Once again they worked as a team, giving each other pleasure. Soon they began slamming into each other, harder and harder. Faster and faster. Louder and louder until they both came. Together. He collapsed on top of her, looked down at her and winked. she smiled.
Sweaty, sticky, satisfied, and out of breath, they looked into each other's eyes and thanked God for bringing them together.
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"love",
"fantasy"
] |
Dream Woman
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https://www.literotica.com/s/dream-woman-1
| 4.24 | null |
NonHuman
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The heavy rain fell relentlessly throughout the night as Devlin Thorne sat alone on the park bench, drenched to the bone, lost in his memories. Although to him it seemed like yesterday, it had been weeks now since first he saw the statuesque beauty sitting in this very spot. Despite being the middle of the night, she wore a pair of thin, silver framed sunglasses which complimented her long, slender face. They also added an air of mystery to her sexy allure. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders framing the voluptuousness of her ample breasts as revealed by her low cut blouse. Her long legs, so very shapely, looked so smooth in the silvery light of the moon. He imagined how firm they would feel if she wrapped them around him. He believed he was a gentleman and strongly refused to treat any woman as an object but couldn't help himself from wanting her to be his alone.
As he casually approached her, trying his best to hide his desperation and appear aloof, he felt a pang of recognition deep within his soul. Without saying a single word, she looked up at him in that moment as though she had been expecting him and smiled. It was the most natural and comforting sensation of his life. He wanted desparately to ask her if they had ever met before but was afraid it would come across as a cheap pick-up line. She patted the wooden slat of the bench's seat invitingly, "Care to sit and catch up on old times, my love?"
He sat beside her, his mind still racing. He tried to remember every woman he had not only slept or flirted with but even every one that he had ever known. Yes, he admitted to himself, there was a certain, unmistakeable familiarity but it seemed almost too surreal. He knew that he could never have forgotten a woman this gorgeous. Not in a million lifetimes. To Devlin, it was almost like the very fabric of his dreams had offered this fantasy woman to him here in flesh and blood.
Her name, Patricia, struck a chord within him that resonated for the entire length of their discussion into the deepest recesses of his soul. As would be expected from the bizarre nature of the evening, the one topic never mentioned was their past connection despite that being the only thing truly on his mind... well almost the only thing. When they parted company that night, he left with her image emblazoned in his mind and her phone number written on his hand. When he finally arrived at his home, he jotted the number down on the notepad beside the phone and settled down in bed awaiting the dreams he knew would come. He quickly drifted off to sleep.
As the fogs parted and his mind's eye began to see clearly, he saw the memorable azure eyes of Patricia. When he wiped the sleep from his eyes, he realized that everything had changed. Feelings of antiquety and simplicity invaded his senses. Perusing his surroundings, he recognized that he was no longer in the city so familiar to him but in a backwoods location that technology had seemed to have forgotten. There were no high rise office buildings here. No congested highway traffic or the incessant honking or shouting that always came along with it. The concrete jungle was replaced by the solitude of rural living. Simple homes and farmlands became the norm. Where an honest day's living meant so much more than pushing pencils like some desk jockey. Ordinarily a place of peace and tranquility, the purity of this moment had been marred by violence.
"Oh lover, you finally awaken. I was so worried. I thought I had lost you." Her words flowed from her with obvious concern, fear and a hidden hint of malice.
Devlin found himself lying in a makeshift bed of straw in a rundown barn. Still groggy from his sleep and with a mysterious ache in the back of his head that seemed to be drilling a hole straight through his brain causing him to grasp at the origin of the pain. He tried to sit up but failed. Wincing as he touched the open wound, his eyes blurred and refocused on Patricia for what he felt at the moment was the last time. Her clothing seemed out of place to him. She looked like one of the women from those Civil War movies but not quite so elegant as that. She was more rustic. Like she was used to hard manual labour and her appearance exemplified it. The final words he heard her say to him were her vows for vengeance on those who had murdered him and her promises to find him again so they might forever share their love for each other. Then everything faded into darkness.
Devlin sprang up to a sitting position, eyes wide, his body drenched with sweat. He gasped heavily, out of breath as he glanced around the darkened room trying to gather his bearings. He was home. He wasn't dying after all. He would be just fine. Letting out a long sigh of relief, he threw off the covers and rose from his bed. He needed something to settle his nerves, to help him get back to sleep. He made his way to the liquor cabinet in the living room and grabbed a bottle, any bottle. His still trembling hand made the neck of the whiskey bottle titter against the shot glass as he poured his first drink. Downing it quickly, he served himself another, then another. He sat down, sinking into the upholstery of his couch as he thought about his latest nightmare.
This wasn't the first time he'd had this type of dream and lately they were becoming more frequent. Like the farmhand he had appeared to be in this latest vision, he often found himself portrayed as a working class victim of some grievous tragedy. Only the time and place varied. The key to it all seemed to be Patricia. It was always her that was at his side as he lay there bleeding... dying. Each time professing her love for him and the regret that she felt which always sent her seeking vengeance for him. But now she was here, the living, breathing version that made Devlin wonder if these were even dreams at all or some unnerving memories enhanced and multiplied by her arrival.
He returned to his room and was startled by the melodic voice coming from his bed. "Now that is the man I remember," she scanned his naked form, moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue, "hope you don't mind, I kinda just made myself at home here."
She looked beautiful lying there on his bed, so open, so inviting. He realized right then that he truly did love her. A deep, timeless love that could never be destroyed. A love for the ages. He practically fell into her arms in fervored desire to be with her in that moment. His lips met hers as his body pressed against her wanting, no... needing to feel her warmth. His hands explored the suppleness of her skin through the silky material of her nearly transparent nightgown. She writhed under his touch, moaning in the kiss. She grabbed his hand and led it down between her thighs, into her velvety dampness. He plunged two fingers deep inside her, massaging rapidly, causing her to cry out in delight. He continued working his digits in and out as she squirmed, driving her hips upward in perfect rhythm.
She grasped him by the shoulders and forced him onto his back. With a playful grin on her face, she straddled Devlin guiding his stiff member into her. She arched back and let out a scream of ecstacy. While she rode his hardness he bucked against her, spearing her with the physical manifestation of his love. The lovers intertwined their fingers and Patricia leaned down to kiss her consort.
Devlin parted her lips with his tongue, kissing her passionately in return. His lust driving him to explore her inside and out. It was then that he felt the sharpened fangs in her mouth and everything, all the memories of his past lives that he had kept meticulously bottled up, came rushing back to his conscious mind. The images that he saw were more than he had bargained for.
During the Inquisition, Devlin had been one of the most successful inquisitors. He always managed to discover the truth behind accusations and dealt with the guilty accordingly. Despite his accomplishments however, many were upset with him when supposed "witches and demons" they wanted put to the test for whatever reason (usually for not wanting to have sex with the accuser) were released by him. He had only ever made one mistake in his decrees of guilt and innocence and that was with Patricia. He knew her for what she truly was when she was brought to him... a stealer of lives, devourer of souls, predator of mankind... a vampyr.
Devlin had been tempted before by pretty faces and buxom beauties and never gave in. He was too dedicated and strong willed for that, unlike many of his fellow interrogators. Never before had he given in to his sexual desires. Something about Patricia was different. Whether she was more powerful than he could have ever imagined or simply that she honestly grew to love him, he would never know. He realized how he felt however as she surprisingly answered all his questions very openly and candidly. It was then he thought with his heart and not his conscience and judged her innocent of all charges put against her. A mistake that would cost him his life and, now it appears, his very immortal soul.
Charged with heresy and trekking with demons, Devlin Thorne was sentenced to be put to death. Burned at the stake beside his beloved Patricia. With her supernatural strength she managed to escape her death and vowed vengeance on all who would dare to take her love from her before fleeing to freedom. Devlin died that day still torn between his love and the shame he felt in his weakness... his failure. At that moment, his destiny changed forever. Until this wrong was righted, he was doomed to return life after life to remake his decision and live or die with the consequences. Thus far he always chose love.
The crashing thunder awakened him from his memories. He looked up into the night sky wondering if he had made the right decision this time. He knew that his destiny had changed for him once again and that the cycle he had been trapped in had finally come to an end. He was determined to live this life to the fullest for it might actually be his last. He pulled his collar tight around his neck and began to walk home when he saw a beautiful woman. Maybe this would be the perfect time to start his new life. He approached her.
After a short time of laying on the charm with a little flirtation, she offered herself to him. He began by kissing the soft skin of her neck. She arched back allowing him easier access. The moment seemed timeless, his new lease on life. Then instinct took over. Devlin bared his fangs and pierced her flesh, drawing out the precious lifeblood. That was when he felt the hand grab his shoulder. Startled he turned quickly, prepared for the worst. It was Patricia.
"Congratulations my love. The first one is always the hardest," she licked the blood from his lips. "If you are finished, let's go home."
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"love",
"dream woman",
"devlin",
"arched back"
] |
Love's A Funny Thing
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/loves-a-funny-thing
| 4.22 | null |
Romance
|
My absolute best friend, ever.
She was, well, perfect. We'd known each other since we were kids, everyone always said we'd end up married with kids of our own, well, they said that till I came out that is. She was the first person I plucked up the courage to come out to, of course. I remember it as though it were yesterday. I was so nervous. We were sitting together on her bed after school watching a movie, I had been planning to tell her for three week, plucking up the courage, then suddenly – there it was, I just blurted it out. "Becki, I'm gay."
Silence. Oh fuck. She hates me, she thinks I'm gross. Oh God Oh God Oh God, why did you tell her why? You fucking idiot Chris why??
Then laughter. Oh fuck. She thinks I'm kidding, Oh dear God don't make me explain!
"I'm not kidding Bex, I'm gay"
She turned to face me, she had the most beautiful Mona Lisa smile, it put me instantly at ease.
"I know you're not kidding honey, it's just the way you said it that's all"
"You don't mind"
"Credit me with a better personality than that hon," she said in mock annoyance "I love you, you're my best friend, besides, I kind of knew"
"How?"
She didn't answer, just tilted her head at me and gave me an 'Oh, come on!' look. It was gonna be OK, I knew it, at that very moment. Because even if the entire world hated me for what I was….she didn't, she supported me. The next day I was able to tell my parents, Bex was with me for moral support, they took it well, dad was a little disappointed although he tried to hide it, but they both told me they still loved me, and always would. I would be forever grateful to Becki for helping me take that first step.
Three years later and I'm walking back to the apartment I share with Bex in tears. We had moved in together a year ago and had been living happily ever after ever since, despite the fact that she hated my boyfriend, my ex-boyfriend now. I'd just found Carl in the arms of another guy. I'd gone to his apartment unannounced, hoping to surprise him with a very expensive bottle of Sancerre. 'Heh, you certainly did that Chris' I had to smile at the thought of the look on his face as the bottle of wine smashed on the wall behind him. I stormed out of his apartment in tears.
"Your home earl…..Oh Chris, baby, what happened"
Becki looked up at me from the sofa where she had been lying in her bathrobe drinking a glass of wine.
"He's cheating on me, he's fucking cheating on me!" I sobbed.
"Oh baby tell me what happened." she said, pulling me into her arms and cradling me as I sobbed.
"I went over to his place and he had his fucking tongue down some other guys throat" I said, my sorrow now tinged with anger, "I threw the wine at him and left, that's all there is to it"
"You threw the wine at him?" Becki started to snigger.
"Yeah," I was sniggering despite myself, "hit the wall, you should have seen his face."
We were both laughing now, tears still running down my face, but laughing too.
"Seriously honey, he doesn't deserve you, you're better off without him."
The laughter broke, once again replaced by tears, "Oh God Becki, I love him, I was gonna tell him tonight."
She pulled me into another hug, shushing me and letting me cry on her shoulder, rocking me like a baby till my sobs were replaced by deep, shuddering breaths. I looked up at her from her shoulders and we looked into each others eyes. I smiled as she leaned forward and touched her lips to mine, not an unusual occurrence, except this time she lingered, brushing my lips with her lower lip. My cock sprung to life, much to my surprise. Pulling away, she rubbed her thumb across my bottom lip, I closed my eyes and parted my lips as she leaned towards me again.
The doorbell rang and our eyes snapped open, as though the bell had awakened us from a trance. My dick deflated in surprise and guilt.
"I'll get it" Becki said, seemingly eager to get away from the situation, I didn't blame her, it was fucking awkward.
She opened the door and there stood Carl, at that moment I realised it, I didn't love him, I don't know whether I used to but there he was standing at my door, eyes full of tears and rather than running to him (I'm a running-to-him kinda guy) I just wanted him to fuck off.
"Fuck off" said Bex
"Let me explain to Chris Ok Bex? I think it's his decision whether I go or not"
Becki turned to me, silently asking me what I wanted to do, I looked past her at Chris, I saw the sorrow in his eyes, the regret, the silent plea for forgiveness.
"Fuck off" I said.
And with that Becki slammed the door.
She turned to me and smiled, "Well done Mr Assertive"
"Thank you Miss Slammy"
"Miss Slammy?"
"It's the first thing that came into my head"
"Call that wit? It's fucking awful"
I stuck my tongue out at her, she returned the gesture, bringing my attention to her mouth, making me remember how close we came to kissing, how soft her lips were, how her breath felt on my cheek…
Why was I thinking this, she's a girl, she's my best friend, I can't think of her this way.
"You better put that away before someone cuts it off." I realised I was still sticking my tongue out. Shit.
"You OK babe, you look distracted, wanna watch a movie or something, try and take your mind off that bastard???"
"Sure" I said, still embarrassed over the tongue thing, "why not"
She put a tape in a settled with me on the sofa. I wanted to talk to her about our almost-kiss, but couldn't, didn't know how to bring it up. "I'm sorry," she said out of the blue.
"What about?"
"Earlier, before Carl showed up, about what I did, almost did, it was…. inappropriate and I'm sorry"
She looked at me for the first time since sitting down. I looked into her deep blue eyes, looked over her face, her soft pink lips, her pale skin, her cheeks, rosy as she blushed. I leaned over and pressed my lips against hers in a kiss that I'd wanted since our lips first met that evening, a kiss that, if I was totally honest with myself, I'd wanted forever. This wasn't about gender, this wasn't about straight or gay, this was about us, the people beneath the flesh, this was about souls. I loved her, at that moment I felt that my heart had swollen so much it would burst through my rib cage, I couldn't breath I couldn't think, and the only thing to do about it was to kiss her, to be as near to her as possible, to fill my arms with her and absorb her warmth.
Our lips parted and I deepened the kiss, wrapping my arms around her. I never felt like this, to be so completely consumed with any emotion. I pulled away and looked into her eyes, I nearly cried when I saw longing and love there.
"Chris, I, this is nice, this is good, but you've just broken up with someone and your gay and…. I dunno, I don't want you to regret this."
"I will never regret this, I have never felt like this."
"Chris, you're gay."
"I know, but I love you, crazy isn't it?"
"Chris…"
"Not. Another. Word."
I scooped her up into my arms and carried her to my room, lay her down on my bed, a held her, kissing her face and neck. I slipped my hands into her robe and stroked her soft skin. She reached down and undid the belt, opening the robe to reveal her body to me. I'd never seen a naked woman before, not outside of a magazine or TV anyhow. I kissed down her neck to her chest, and held her breasts.
"Beautiful, like a painting" I thought aloud.
"Chris, I love you, I always have"
I nearly cried when I heard her say that.
"Which is why this cant just be a rebound thing"
"It isn't baby, really it isn't, please just let me prove it to you"
"Chris, I'm a virgin"
"Really?," I was shocked, Ok, Becki had never really had a steady boyfriend but we were 21, I'd kind of assumed.
"Yes, really, Chris I've been waiting for you. I knew it was stupid because of the gay thing," I chuckled at that "but I love you, have since we were kids. Which is why you can't use me. If this isn't real I don't want it, I cant, because it would break my heart, I'd rather live with the fantasy than die knowing I could never have you again."
"I would never hurt you, surely you must know that, not for the sake of sex, not for anything. I swear this is not just sex."
I kissed her, tenderly, holding her as though she were made of porcelain, as though she might break. "Are you sure you want this?" I asked. She nodded and I stroked her hair, looking into her eyes as I sat up and began to undress. Nerves suddenly overcame me as I realised what was about to happen. I felt like a virgin, and in a way I was. I'd never made love to a woman before, and I was scared, scared but excited. I lay back next to her, both of us now naked, and we held each other close, kissing and exploring each other. I grew excited quickly, swelling to my full length, the tip of my cock brushed against her stomach and she gasped. Closing her eyes and nuzzling my neck she reached down and gripped my cock, stroking it slowly, it felt wonderful having her small soft hands caressing me. I reached between her legs to return the favour. I had never done this before and I was nervous, I slipped a finger into her moist pussy, and then withdrew, exploring her outer lips and finding her clit. As I brushed the tiny button of flesh, she groaned into my neck and speeded up her strokes of my cock. I inserted two fingers into her and thumbed her clit, her body bucked and stretched as her breathing speeded up and I slid my fingers in and out of her faster and faster.
I lost track of time and my actions, only feeling her, but somehow I ended up on top of her, whether I rolled onto her of she pulled me over I don't know, we seemed to be moving as one at that point. We stilled as we both realised that my cockhead was between her pussy lips, one thrust and I would be in her. We looked each other in the eye.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Chris."
It was all I needed to hear and I thrust forward. Becki screamed, I panicked.
"Oh baby, are you alright, I didn't mean to hurt you, Oh God baby I'm sorry!"
"I'm OK, carry on baby, please."
I started to move, Oh God it was pure heaven, Becki's pained grunts quickly turned into moans. She moaned my name and I have never heard such a heavenly sound. I picked up the pace as she began to moan louder. "Oh baby," I moaned "I think I'm gonna cum soon, I'm sorry"
"Don't be" she said, as her body stiffened and her orgasm ripped through her. That pushed me over the edge and I came, spilling my hot cum into her body.
I collapsed on top of her as we struggled to catch our breath, "I love you," I whispered in her ear when I regained the ability to speak, but she was already asleep. We lay that night, and every night since, wrapped in each other's arms. I have to go now… can't be late for my own wedding day can I??
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"becki",
"close kissing",
"cum body",
"lip",
"looked eyes",
"chris"
] |
I Promise
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/i-promise-1
| 4.52 | null |
Gay Male
|
It is nearly dawn. Three hours until I have to go to work. Two days since I last slept. It hardly seems worth it anymore. And yet life seems to keep moving… at least the lives of other people. I don’t know what to do, though I certainly know I don’t want the kind platitudes, the murmured condolences, and the hands that offer so little in the face of so much.
“Don’t leave me! Promise me that!”
“I won’t leave you love. Never.”
“Oh God, Jos. It hurts. I’m sorry…. It just hurts so much.”
“Shhh love. It’s alright. Don’t cry. I’m right here. Hold onto me, the pain will go away. The nurse said the doctor would be here shortly to increase the painkiller for you.”
“I don’t want more drugs, Jos. I just want the pain to go away!”
“I know love”, I whisper as I stroke that sweat-soaked hair. I think to myself how appallingly thin he’s become. His eyes have lost their shining whiteness; he barely has the energy left to speak let alone to hold me. How will I ever cope? How can I ever be strong enough for two? My handsome strong lover, my knight, my King; to be set so low by so harsh a blow.
“Don’t ever leave me”
“I won’t. I promise.”
The pain and suffering that he had to endure… and to what end? There was no miracle cure that appeared, and no other way to stave off the advances of the disease. Oh Alec, why couldn’t you stay here with me? Why did you have to get sick? I miss you, and I want you, and I need you so badly! How can I ever continue on like this? How can I live with only half of a soul?
Why? My tears have started falling now. Falling in a way that I couldn’t let them do during all of the ceremony with family, friends and curious public. People who never knew someone that died of Hepatitis and wonder if it’s another of “those gay diseases”. Tears… water…. Water hasn’t been my enemy in a long, long time…
“Come on! Get in here! You’ll love it!”
“No! I’m not going to! This was a stupid idea. Why did I ever let you bring me here?”
“Oh come on! “
“I said ‘No’.”
“Why not then?!” he said, starting in my direction. “What’s wrong?”
I answered my shoes with a low mumble.
“What?” he said as he approached my side.
“I said that I can’t swim. I never learned how.”
“Ah, love. It’s easy. Come on…. Give me your hand. Let me teach you?” Slowly, tentatively, I let my fingers wrap around the hand holding mine. He urged and cajoled me into ever-deeper water, and began teaching me the basics of float, glide and kick. After an hour or two a day of that, we invariably fell into water fights and racing each other to see who could “sand” the other’s towel first. Of course, that always led to the two of us having to share the remaining towel…
That summer is one of the most poignant moments I can recall of the time Alec and me had. He taught me to swim that hot July day. And later that night, taught me the finer arts of love. The restaurant was
Le Horla
, the candles were tall and all the lighting that was being used, the food was perfect, and Alec’s eyes showed me the truth, and gave my heart wings. And then, later that night, when skin was exposed to silk and darkness, when hands cupped along the curve of cheeks, when strangled cries, sweat, and total loss of control didn’t seem out of place; we reaffirmed our commitment.
“Mmm” I moaned as I arched up from the bed, Alec’s damp fingers delicately circling my right nipple as his tongue played merry havoc with my left. Light kisses started leading from my chest down my stomach, where his talented tongue lapped eagerly at my belly button. I was panting in excitement, cock fully hard, trapped as it was between our bodies.
“Please, love… lower…” I managed to murmur as light fingertips drifted down my body, ghosted over my hips, traced serpentine patterns over my upper thighs. I wantonly spread my legs, trying to get my point across, only to hear Alec’s throaty chuckle,
“Eager, are we? Well Mr. Delamarque… care to tell me what it is that you’re so eager for?”
“You. In me. Now”, I gasped. “Please.”
“Hmmm… a bit of a slut are we? Well, no matter. Spread you legs then, love.”
As if his words were some kind of magic code, my thighs opened and I lifted my hips so he could shove a pillow under them. While still tracing abstract patterns on my body with his left hand, his right’s fingers started to slide across my hole. A pause while he dipped his fingers into a jar of lubricant caused me to cry out with loss - quickly cut off when the touches resumed.
So well he knew my body, I didn’t even notice when the fingers breached my barriers. At least, not until seemingly random brushes across my prostate grabbed my attention.
“Oh God! Now Alec. Please! I need you so much. “
A large blunt pressure. A stretched feeling. Utter contentment when he was fully sheathed. Peace as we shared a deep look before he started to move slightly within me. Hard thrusting. Both of us aching to go deeper, longer, harder. Then bliss. Release. Perfection. The two of us cuddled close, both a little sticky, but too in love to care. And in those minutes of debauched satiation, words of absolute truth.
“Promise me, Jos, whatever happens in this life, you will always stay happy. Never be alone and never be sad. Promise me.”
“I promise.”
That was six months before we learned that he was sick. Six short months to do and say everything to each other that we had needed to do. And how many months since then before I remembered that promise? Too many. How upset Alec would be to see me here now.
I slowly graze my fingers across the writing, press my lips to the coolness under my hands and stand up. The sun has risen higher. It is time for me to move on.
Goodbye, my love. Requiscat in pace. I love you still and always, but I’ve decided to choose the good memories to carry with me. The sad ones don’t serve to help either of us. I understand now. Wherever you are, I love you.
As I slowly walk away from the grave, the dawn eases, a brilliant beam of sunshine falls on the area around me.
Thank you, love
|
[
"love",
"spread legs"
] |
Megan and Paul
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/megan-and-paul
| 4.57 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story. Any feedback will be welcome. Thanks for reading!
Megan slowly crept into the room to the side of the bed and gently touched Paul’s blond hair. Slowly she ran her fingertips down the side of his face. Paul opened his eyes and smiled at her and then slowly closed his eyes. It was nearly one in the morning and although she hated to wake him, it was necessary to nudge him every hour or so.
She thought back to the events of the evening Megan though how vulnerable he looked lying on the football field, not moving. Her sixth sense told her he was hurt, she wasn’t sure how bad. She agonized for several minutes before Paul sat up and was helped to the sidelines by the trainer. Megan was on the sidelines as a press photographer during the game and even though she was able to walk over to where the trainer’s were working on Paul, she stayed away. She told herself it was so she wouldn’t be in the way, but in reality she was fearful of seeing him hurt.
She looked again at Paul sleeping and smiled. Fortunately tonight he suffered from a mild concussion and he would be fine. The doctor at he hospital released him with instructions to wake him every hour or so and make sure he knew his name and what happened to him.
It was nearly one thirty now and Megan was feeling rummy from stress of the evening and from the lack of sleep. Soon it would be time to nudge Paul again. Just enough time for a quick shower to see if she can keep herself awake. Megan slowly crept out of the room, leaving the door ajar and headed for a shower.
Paul had been living in a two-bedroom hotel suite for the past couple of weeks while he prepared to play in the annual all-star game. He had developed into an outstanding football player sot out by most Division I college football programs. He was still undecided on a college. The one that appealed to him the most was State College in Portland. It was something he had yet to talk to Megan about.
Paul was a unique person. A domineering mother who had been married and divorced five times by his 14th birthday raised him. The abuse Paul suffered was awful, not only physical but also mental abuse. Paul would show up at school with bruises or black eyes and tell people he fell down or ran into something.
Paul spent most of his free time with Megan and away from his mother. His mother drank excessively and wasn’t awake when he would slip out the back door and over to Megan’s back yard. He would stay out watching TV with her and her parents or doing homework until it was bedtime. Megan’s parents we aware of some of the bad things that happened to Paul and did everything they could to help him see how a family is supposed to be. The kindness Megan’s parents showed Paul helped him grow to believe in himself. Even though he was only 19, he like Megan was mature beyond his years.
Megan lived a much different life, in a happy home with loving parents. Tragedy struck her during the summer between her junior and senior year in high school when she lost her parents. While Megan leaned on Paul for emotional support, she also learned to believe in herself. Megan planned to attend State College and to become a photojournalist. Photography was her first love. Megan was creative and had a wonderful eye behind the camera lens. She, like Paul also excelled at athletics. She was an outstanding basketball player and also ran track. Although she was much smaller than Paul at about five six, she could dribble the ball around him in circles.
The hot water felt good to Megan as she stood in the shower, she started to feel some of the tension leave her body. She knew Paul would be fine in the morning, but she worried non-the less. She remembered giving him a bad time when she tucked him into bed earlier. When she kissed him on the forehead, he gently hugged her and told her he loved her. She kept replaying the exchange over and over in her head. Him kissing her back softly on the lips, telling her he loved her and asking her to marry him. Her telling him he must have been hit on the head harder than anyone thought. Him telling her he was serious and he would ask her again in the morning. She turning the light out and telling his shhhhhh, go to sleep…..
As Megan stood in the shower, she knew she loved him she, couldn’t help but hope Paul was serious. Megan turned off the shower, dried herself,finding something to sleep in would be a different story. She hadn’t gone home after the game, but straight to the hospital with Paul and then to the hotel. She wrapped herself in a large robe and used the blow dryer to partially dry her hair.
Paul was soundly sleeping when Megan tiptoed into the bedroom and sat on the side of the bed. Only the muted light from the living room of the hotel suite illuminated the room. Again she touched his hair and gently stroked the side of his face. Paul stirred once again and opened his eyes. He reached up and touched Megan’s face with is hand, smiled once again. Megan felt her heart skip a beat as she brought her hand up to his and gently squeezed.
“Are you cold Megan? You’re shivering!”
She realized the air conditioning was running the room was chilly. “A little”.
Paul pulled the bedding back. “Here, climb in and get warm”.
“I don’t know Paul, can you be trusted?” She jokingly said.
“I think you have the advantage on me.” Paul responded.
Megan climbed under the covers and pulled them up around her neck trying to get warm. Paul drifted back to sleep once again. Megan slowly drifted off to a restless half sleep/half awake state.
It was 2:30 when Megan’s eyes snapped open. She propped head up on a pillow and watched Paul sleep, his blond hair, his broad shoulders, his handsome face. He was lying on his back, with left arm above his head, blankets covered him from his waist down. Megan reach out and run her fingertips through the bangs of his hair while thinking about whether or not he meant what he said just a few hours before.
‘Paul, I hope someday I hope you know how much I love you.” She whispered hoping he might hear her, perhaps planting a message in his sub conscience. Megan continued to softly run her fingers through his sandy blond hair. Paul rolled on to his side facing her, but didn’t open his eyes.
Megan moved closer and softly kissed Paul’s forehead. He opened his eyes and smiled again at Megan. Paul reached out with his right arm and pulled Megan closer. He kissed her lightly and she wrapped her arm around Paul holding him tight.
As Paul started to awaken he held Megan tight in his arms. He softly began nibbling on Megan’s lower lip alternating with soft kisses to her lips and neck. Megan could feel herself melting in Paul’s arms.
“Mmmmmm.” She moaned, not wanting Paul to stop. She cold feel her nipples harden under the robe as her breathing picked up. She wondered if Paul could feel them as her breasts pushed into his chest with every breath. As they pushed there bodies closer together she could feel Paul’s erect penis against her leg.
Paul continued to nibble kiss Megan’s lips and her neck. His big hands were rubbing her back through the robe. Megan could feel the wetness starting to flow between her legs. Their mouths opened as they kissed and their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths. The passion they felt for each other flowed into their kisses and the tightness in which they held each other. Their bodies intertwined, neither said a word as they cuddled, touched, caressed and kissed. Megan knew she wanted Paul and Paul knew he wanted Megan.
Megan lightly brushed her fingertips down Paul’s back to his waist and then over down the outside of his hips, she realized he was naked under the covers. Her nipples were now fully erect. Paul reached down and pulled the robe loose. Slipping his right hand under the robe across Megan’s stomach and then to the small of her back, he could feel the goose bumps on her soft skin.
Megan could for the first time could feel the skin of Paul’s hard penis on stomach and her breasts on his chest. She was breathing faster and tingling between her legs was making her dizzy.
Paul could feel his hard penis against Megan’s soft skin. He secretly longed to hold Megan, to make love to her. His body began rubbing against her stomach and he could her wetness against his leg. His body trembled as they kissed and rubbed against each other. “I love you Megan” he whispered into her ear.
“I love you” she whispered back. “I want you to make love to me” she continued. “Please be gentle...I don’t have a lot of experience doing this...I’m not sure what to do or how to do it...and the only time I did it hurt”. Megan only had one previous experience with sex. She remembered it being hurried and forceful. She thought if that’s all there is to it, why bother?
Paul also lacked experience. His previous experience was with one of his friend’s older sister’s. She had always found him attractive and knew she was his first. She took the time to teach him how to please her.
Paul was nervous and didn’t want to disappoint Megan. He wanted her to have a wonderful experience. “I want to make love to you too Megan” he whispered back. She rolled to her back and tossed the robe to the floor.
Paul pulled Megan into his arms kissing her passionately. He then rolled her so her back was now to him and he began to nibble the back of her neck. Megan’s body responded again with goose bumps and she pushed herself into Paul’s body. She arched her neck back as Paul moved his lips to her neck and nibbled.
Paul began to teasingly caress her body with the fingertips of his right hand will continuing to nibble kiss her neck and shoulders. He stated on the outside of her right thigh, to the top of her thigh, up her side and then back down to her stomach. From her stomach up through the cleavage of her breasts to her neck across the top of her collarbone and then back down her side of her body. Careful not to touch her breasts.
Megan’s body tingled from touch of Paul’s hands. Wetness flowed from her as he touched her. She pressed her body hard against his erect penis. She reached her right hand around and lightly stroked the tip of his penis. Her heart was pounding and she was nearly panting from the effect Paul had on her. She started to softly moan.
Paul continued to caress her with his fingertips, still careful not to touch her breasts or vagina. He could feel her wetness against his leg. His finger tips from his right hand now touched the inside of her thigh and he slowly moved them to just below her most private parts, then to the top of her thigh and up the side of her body and then lack down the same path ever so close to her outer lips of her vagina. He came increasingly closer to her wetness. He continued to nibble the back of her neck with his lips. With his left hand his fingertips caressed her stomach, then slowly up through her cleavage and around the outside of her breasts. His fingertips circled the outside of each breast before moving back down to her stomach. Once there the fingertips followed the same path over and over again
Megan continued to grind her body into his. She moaned softly as her body tingled from Paul’s touch. Paul’s right hand started it’s path up the inside of her thigh, this time he allowed the fingertips to slip between Megan’s vaginal lips feeling the sticky wetness, lightly over the top of her clit before he flattened his hand and moved the palm over her mound and then back down the same path. Megan’s body shuddered each time his fingertips gently moved over her clit and into her moistness. Paul’s left hand continued the path from her stomach up between her breasts to her collarbone. Once to her collarbone, he flattened his hand and slowly moved the palm of his hand over Megan’s nipples. Again and again Paul’s fingers followed the same path. Each time he touched one of her nipples or her clit, her body shuddered.
Megan was moaning louder now and Paul sensed she was near orgasm. He slowed the movement of his hands to hold off Megan’s orgasm. It wanted her pleasure to last as long as possible.
Paul now gently cupped Megan’s right breast in the fingertips of his left hand slowly squeezing his fingers together as they slid up her breast to her nipple repeating the motion over and over again. With his right hand Paul slipped his thumb into the opening of Megan’s vagina feeling her warm wetness. Removed his thumb and slipped his index finger into the opening. He gently began to caress her clit with his thumb while moving his index finger in a slow circular motion inside her.
Paul felt Megan’s body begin to stiffen as she neared orgasm. Her vaginal muscles squeezed his index finger. She was breathing deeper and faster as Paul used his hands to please her. He felt Megan’s body stiffen, take a deep breath and then explode in orgasm. Her wetness flowed over his fingers. Her body quivered as he slowly caressed her legs and stomach with is hand. Megan rolled over to face Paul, kissed him deeply and laid her head on his shoulder, wrapped her leg over his as she slowed her breathing and continued to quiver from her orgasm. “That was wonderful.” She whispered. Paul held Megan tight as she quivered from the orgasm she experienced. Her body fit nicely against his. “Holding you is something I cold get used to” Paul said.
“Me too” she responded, “With very little effort.”
Megan snuggled close to Paul, trying to crawl inside his skin. She had never felt so close to anyone before. “Paul, that was the first time for me.....I mean this was the first time I have ever gotten off. It was incredible.” Paul kissed her softly on the lips while running his fingers down the side of her body. He could feel the goose bumps again. Megan rubbed the palm of her hand on Paul’s chest in slow circular motions. With each circle she moved her hand lower onto Paul’s stomach until the side of her hand touched the top of his penis. Paul moaned slightly as she ran her fingertips down his shaft and slowly massaged his testicles.
Megan could feel her tingling clit again and Paul could feel her wetness against his leg. She slowly massaged his testicles and very slowly ran her fingers up and down his shaft, stopping at the head to run her fingers around the rim. Paul could feel the pressure rising in his hard member. He didn’t want to cum just yet.
Paul slowly pulled Megan on top of him and teased her back with his fingers. Starting with his hands together in the middle of her back, down to her waist and then up the outside of her body gently brushing sides of her breasts. She moaned softly as they pressed their bodies together. Paul’s penis slid between the folds of Megan’s vagina. She pressed her hips toward his trying to swallow Paul’s hard penis inside her. Paul resisted, instead continuing to slide his penis between her lips slowly at first until they began to move together.
Paul nibble kissed Megan’s lips and continued to run his fingers down the middle of her back and then up her sides and then across the outside of her breasts. Their tongues found each other and darted in and out of their mouths. Deep passionate kisses followed and he continued to slide his penis up and down the folds of Megan’s vagina.
Megan lost her concentration and was no longer kissing Paul. She was breathing deeper and faster as Paul continued to stimulate her clit with the head of his penis. She started moaning louder as Paul’s tongue circled her right nipple and then her left. They were bathed in sweat as they rocked together.
Paul gently sucked Megan’s right nipple into his mouth and softly squeezed the left one between his thumb and forefinger. She moaned louder as he sucked on her hard nipple and continued to slide his penis up and down. Her wetness was running into his belly button as Megan again moved in unison with him. She was panting harder and faster as he sucked on her nipple.
Megan gasped for air, her body stiffened, she arched her back and exploded into her second orgasm. ‘”Aaaaauggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh, hmmmmmmmmmmmm” she screamed not realizing how loud she was. She collapsed into Paul’s arms, still slowly moving together. She was still breathing hard when her body stiffened as she came again. Her wetness pouring out onto Paul stomach and thighs.
Exhausted she laid on Paul for several minutes as her breathing slowed. Finally she lifted her head slightly, “I’m ahead 3 to nothing” she said smiling, “My turn.” Megan lifted her hips and reached down with her right hand and slowly began stroking his penis. Once it was fully erect, she positioned the tip at her opening and slowly slid herself down on Paul. She gasped as his penis filler her.
Slowly Megan began sliding up and down Paul’s hard shaft. Paul began to moan slightly as she nibbled on his neck. Nibbles became passionate kisses as their tongues darted in and out of each other’s mouths.
Paul loved the feeling of being inside Megan. The tightness of her sliding slowly up and down his hard shaft. He could again feel her juices flowing on his balls. Paul could feel his cum starting to rise. Megan sensed he was about to cum and slowed her movements to make him last longer.
Paul began sucking hard on her left nipple. With his right hand he slipped it between them and began stroking her clit once again. Megan began grinding her hips into Paul’s as they once again began moving in unison. Megan pumping up and down and then grinding herself into him. Paul sucking hard on her nipple and stroking her clit. Each time Megan came down on his shaft he would stroke her clit with his fingers.
Heavy breathing turned to heavy panting as both neared orgasms. Paul could feel his cum about to explode inside Megan and sucked even harder on her nipple. Megan could feel tingling in her clit and knew she was about to explode as well. Faster and faster they pumped, harder and harder they breathed. Paul couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded inside Megan. His cum mixing with her dripping juices. Megan felt Paul stiffen as he exploded inside her. She again arched her back as she exploded into orgasm seconds after his.
Megan fell into Paul’s arms and laid on top of him as her breathing began to return to normal. She could feel the wetness between her and Paul as their sweaty bodies pressed against each other. Paul held Megan tight in her arms, not wanting to let go of her. He could feel her breasts pushing against his chest and ran one hand over her soft skin. Listening to her breathing.
Megan lifted her head looked deeply into Paul’s eyes. “Yes, Paul I will” She said as she kissed him. She laid her head back down on his shoulder. “I love you” she whispered as she closed her eyes and fell safely to sleep in his arms. Paul’s semi erect penis still inside her.
“I love you too Megan” he whispered back, pulling the blanket over them and slowly falling asleep with her in his arms knowing he didn’t need to ask her again in the morning.
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Kimberly & Debbie's Awakening To Each Other
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https://www.literotica.com/s/kimberly-and-debbies-awakening-to-each-other
| 4.36 | null |
Lesbian Sex
|
Before we get into any detail, let us explain a little about ourselves and how this all stared for us. It was not something that just happened. We have had many conversions about female love and our growing feelings towards each other for a long time. We felt a little strange about these feelings and a bit embarrassed because everyone always puts down lesbianism and people like us are made to feel ashamed. In fact, it has only been very recently that we have felt comfortable about using the term lesbian, as the majority of people who form same sex relationships often prefer to be referred to as “gay”.
When we originally started to have feelings for each other, we both decided and agreed to seek out as much information as we could, as well as, to attend counselling sessions. It was through these sessions that we also expressed our feelings about the similar experiences we had during our earlier years.
Interestingly, we had shared very similar experiences of abuse, by a family member. Without going into too much detail, our abuse was physical, emotional and sexual. At times this abuse was quite violent. We had also experienced the feelings of shame, particularly about the incidence of incest and of our powerlessness in not being able to stop the abuse, as we could not control what was happening. We also experienced feelings of worthlessness and also felt unclean. We felt like we existed on the fringes of society and were not sure whom we could trust, as we had heard stories about how society sometimes attempts to sweep these matters under the carpet.
Through our counselling we have come to terms with our experiences and we firmly believe that neither of us want any form of physical/sexual relationship with men. We believe that it is through our previous experience with men and especially with members of our own families that we felt more comfortable in the presence of women, which also lead us to seek the emotional support and the tenderness of love between women.
Our “Awakening” took place on 05/April/03. Our story began innocently enough, with our parents going away for the weekend. Debbie, my foster sister and I had planned our sexual awaking to lesbianism for some time and as our parents were going to be away the timing was right.
We had begun to organize our room for the big event. We had soft music one song in particular Debbie loved, as on many accessions I would sing, Roy Orbison’s “She’s A Mystery Girl,” and play my guitar for her. We even went shopping and bought coloured candles to symbolize. White - Purity, truth sincerity, Light Blue – Tranquility, understanding, patience, and health. Red - Strength, health, vigor and sexual loves. This was going to be our special night of sensual love; our love for each other would last forever!
We had lit the candles before hand. Debbie was first to bath then myself. As I bathed, I thought, that going to bed this times it would be very different, as we would be going to bed with each other, and that tonight we would be touching each other sexually, for the first time. When I retuned to our room, Debbie awaited she was already in bed. She looked so soft and beautiful as the candlelight reflected on her face. I seemed to be trembling as I made my way to the bed; I guess it was the fear of the unknown.
My heart racing and I guessed that Debbie’s would have been as well. I climbed into our bed, our eyes met we became aware of each other. Blushing, we froze, looking into each other’s eyes - not knowing quite what to do next!
Our uneasiness was soon replaced with a beautiful tranquil feeling that seemed to be flowing through our entire bodies. This new feeling was so enchanting to us, that we just laid side-by-side, facing each other and looking deep into each other’s eyes. The moment was finally broken when, Debbie kissed me. Debbie had kissed me on many previous occasions, but it was the kiss of a sister. This kiss was different, it was filled with such emotion – loving, sensual, longing and tender. This kiss was everything I had always imagined it would be!
I eagerly responded my tongue explored her mouth our tongues entwined, my hand running through her hair our bodies lost to some kind of new magical feelings. As my hand moved from Debbie’s hair I proceeded to run my hand down her back and through to her legs. Debbie shivered with delight as I continued to explore the sensual parts of her body. Debbie sighed with pleasure as my hand moved along her inner thigh. She was breathing heavily as my hand roamed across her tummy and connected with her breasts. As her body responded to my touch, her nipples became erect.
Debbie responds by pressing her tongue deeper into my wanting mouth. I could now feel her hand caressing my breast ever so softly. My nipples were being gently caressed, as she pressed her warm body closer to mine.
I was now on top of Debbie and I admired her beauty, she reminded me of an angel, bathed in moonlight. I wondered if she was experiencing the same feelings of warmth, pleasure and love as I was.
As I leaned over her brushing her hair away from her ear I whispered, “I love you.” Then kissing her earlobe gently I nibbled it between my lips; she quivered momentarily as my tongue moved down her neck softly, her body rose from the bed as I sat back to look at her again, my long hair fell to one side of her face as I went to kiss her eyes, they reminded of twinkling stars. As I lowered myself down to kiss those twinkling stars, her lips met mine, and we continued to kiss passionately.
In some strange and mystical way it felt so very right. I continued to kiss Debbie’s neck and allowed my mouth to drift on past her shoulders and towards her breasts. My tongue lingered around her nipples. I slowly moved my tongue towards her navel and nibbled at the creases in her flesh. Debbie seemed to be responding with delight to my every move and moaned with pleasure. She clasped the back of my head with her hand as if she wished me to continue. I then moved towards the lowest point of her stomach and kissed it gently. I then allowed my fingers to enter her and for a moment I experienced the warmth of her wetness, which reminded me of a rose freshened by the first rains of spring.
Debbie gently raised her body and tenderly began to explore the pleasures of my body. She now lay atop of me, my excitement as her body sweeps over me, her nipples pressed against mine. She rubs her breast up and down my body, stopping to reassure me with a kiss. Now Debbie delicately runs her tongue down my neck to the tops of my breasts. I feel my nipples between her fingers as she pinching them softly and then I feel her mouth upon the other. My body is on fire as Debbie’s hand moved from my breast to the top of my inner thigh. She moves down my body, her mouth and tongue still touching me, now she is kissing my inner thighs with such tenderness and beauty.
Consumed by our desire – we felt the need to explore our sexual experience further, at this time we delved into the pleasures of the warm, sensual Masturbation of each other. Finally, not a word said between us, just the sounds of our breathing, still hard and then softer, followed by periods of silence, as we lay there in each other’s arms
Later we looked at each other, and the embarrassment that was there in the beginning, was no longer. We giggled at each other then kissed, and realised how lucky we were to have found each other. From that day on, made a special promise, to stay together and never let anyone or anything come between us.
There are many people out there just like us. Many of you believe you are totally alone because of societies beliefs, how we are conditioned and how people treat us. Remember, you are not alone; there is always someone out there who cares.
At times, we all feel especially vulnerable and lonely. We very rarely truly connect with people, and for a lot of the time, we’re on our own. It is in that lonely space where our thoughts look for some kind of real love and affection. Knowing such things, as young people, can be a trying and painful experience. We had this experience and for us, it has made us stronger, and who we are today.
P.s. We tried very hard, in sharing this experience, and we did not wish to offend anyone, especially women. We dedicated a song by Helen Ready, “I am Women.” All that you have read, it comes from our hearts. Our enthusiasm to love each other will not be spoiled by societies’ beliefs.
We started to drift away to that little enchanted world some people call sleep. Where we often go together to be safe?
God Bless
Love Kimberly & Debbie
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Jack
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https://www.literotica.com/s/jack-2
| 4.13 | null |
Gay Male
|
Derek was irrational. The love of his life, Left him. He burst through my door and threw himself into arms. I was shocked, but as a good friend, I took it gracefully and let him cry.
I helped him over to the sofa and asked him to tell me the whole story.
"Steph left me. I love her so much, Jack."
"I know, I know. Now, tell me what happened."
"She had gotten cold lately. I thought she was upset with me, like I was stringing her along, or something. I wanted to do the right thing. I love her. I had a ring made for her. It was...so beautiful."
"Like her?"
"Yeah, yeah, just like her. I waited until she came home tonight and I sat her down. I wanted to do this right. I did it the way it should be done. I took her hand, I had candles, I had her ring....it was perfect. I took her hand, and said to her, 'Stephanie, will you be my wife?' I was so scared."
"Keep going." I could see how hard all this was for him, but he had to get it out. He was stammering, blubbering, I couldn't see him like that anymore.
"Okay." He took a deep, shuddering breath. "She looked scared, like she didn't know what to do. She did say yes to me. She said yes. I was so happy that I picked her up and kissed her. When I set her down, she told me that she wanted to tell her parents so we could all celebrate together. I was all for it. She left, and I noticed that I had forgotten to give her the ring. I knew I couldn't catch her, so I followed her.
"She lied, Jack. She went to her lover's house. I saw her go to him. He kissed her.....I just sat there. I didn't know what to do. I am not a violent man, so I just sat there.
"I waited for her. Almost two hours later, she came out. When she saw me, she just acted like she was irritated, no fear, no nervousness, nothing. Just like I was an insect on her finger.
"She told me that she didn't want me to find out this way. To her, I was a temporary distraction until something better came along. She was so icy, Jack. So, so cold.
"I am really sorry about this. I didn't know where else to go...and I needed someone to talk to."
"You are always welcome here, Derek, you know that."
He broke down hard, his nose running, his shirt collar wet with tears. Ah, Derek. At 23, he barely knew life, and to have his heart crushed so early, I felt for him. He had only had two girlfriends, he was sensitive, he was handsome, and he was so terribly sad.
I remember what he looked like then. He wasn't very tall, five feet ten, if he was an inch. He has dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. He was still growing out of his childhood acne. Derek was the average guy, I have been told. I always thought of him as unique. His shyness was dreadful and his heart was immense.
He had a slight pudge to his belly due to too much pizza and not enough exercise. I found it very attractive. I wasn't much for cut guys anyway.
Polite, intelligent, kind and friendly.
I sighed and stood. I thought about all the pain he was going to have to live through I was full of regret. He was much too sweet to go through any of this. I didn't want to talk of her, so I tried my best to comfort this broken young man.
"Derek, I think you could use some rest. Come with me. I will fix you up in the spare room." he followed willingly enough, though that disjointed look about him was haunting.
"You will be comfortable here. Stay as long as you like. You have your own bathroom and there are shirts and shorts the dresser. They should fit you, so use what you can." He nodded absently and I sighed again. Just standing there, he looked to the dwindling twilight through the open blinds.
I didn't want him to just mope all night in his clothes, so I tried to make him more comfortable.
"Derek, I am going to help you get undressed a bit, okay? If I make you uncomfortable, just let me know." He didn't say a word. He stood limply as I took his jacket off and flung it to the chair. I set him on the bed, taking off his shoes and placing them under the bed.
When I reached for his belt, he put his hand on my shoulder.
"It's okay, John, I will be sitting up for a while." I blinked when he called me John. He has never done that before. He was hurting more than I had originally thought. Much more.
"Okay. I will be in my room. I usually read for a while, but I will shut my light out at ten. No matter what, if you need something, tell me. I am here for you."
"Sure, and thanks. You know, for being such a good friend and all."
"Thank you, Derek. It had been my pleasure being your friend. Now, remember, I am just down the hall." I turned to leave, but he stopped me with an odd question.
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-two. I thought you knew that."
"No, I didn't."
"Thanks, again, Jack."
"Anytime. Get some rest. We'll get bagels for breakfast, good?"
"Yeah, sounds really good."
I shut the door and smiled. Such a sweet boy. I was still thrown by his question, but I suppose it was one way of easing his pain.
I puttered about in my room for an hour before I gave into weariness and fell into bed.
I was awakened sometime later by the click of my door latch. Derek.
"Hey, there. Let me turn the light on for you."
"No, that's okay. I would like it off."
"Sure. What can I do for you?"
He came to the bed and sat down near my feet.
"What's it like being gay?"
"I don't know. What's it like being straight?" He didn't answer, and I wasn't going to push him.
"John, I am hurting so badly."
"I know, Derek."
"Do you know what it's like to want something so bad, and you just don't know how to get it?"
"Yes, I do. What is on your mind?"
"I want you to make love to me." I was so stunned all I could do was sputter.
"Make love.....what?"
"Okay, fuck me. I want you to fuck me, John."
"You don't know what you are saying."
"Yes I do!" His rage frightened me for a moment, but he seemed to calm again. I kept quiet until I heard him completely.
"Jack, please! I know that I am just a stupid kid, that I don't know dick about life, but right now I feel empty and unloved."
"Is that what you want? For me to love you?"
"No. Yes. I am not really sure. In a way.....damn, I didn't know this would be so hard!"
"Derek, you have almost no sexual experience, only two girlfriends. You are hurting and depressed. Do you think that makes you gay?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"I feel like I have missed something. I still like women, but I think of men....." he just shrugged.
"You feel an attraction. I see now." I could almost feel the relief dripping from him.
"I knew you would understand."
"Don't be so sure. If this is what you really want, I will give it to you. Against my better judgment. There are no attachments here. I am not in love with you and you are not in love with me. Though sex without love is tragic, I will put my heart and my body on the line, for you.
"I will make love to you, Derek, because you need more than to be fucked."
"Jack,...." He wanted to say so many things. I understood what he was going through. I didn't let him finish.
"No matter. Let the words rest. I will teach you."
I could feel him nodding and heard him take a cleansing breath. I got out of bed and stood before him. I took his hands and had him stand with me.
I moved slowly, not wanting to startle him. Letting him adjust to his experience, I kissed his forehead and shut my eyes. His breath was ragged and hot on my neck. We didn't speak a word. He followed me through without question, without hesitation.
I leaned down and kissed his mouth with tenderness. When he deepened the kiss, I knew he was ready to move on.
We embraced, letting our tongues explore each other with passion. My nudity was obvious as my hardness pressed against him. He pulled away and undressed quickly. I smiled as he settled on the bed. In his nervousness, he was stiff, shaking, insecure. I took his hand in mine, ignoring the chill and sat next to him. I stroked his brow and I felt for him. He was putting on a brave front, but I knew he was scared. So was I my first time. We all are.
So young, sweet Derek. I will make love to you, dear one, and hopefully it will be what you have asked for. I smiled again at my thoughts.
I climbed onto the bed and knelt beside him. I began a slow massage of his temples, working down his ears, jaw and to his neck. He purred when I ran my fingers over his cheeks and chin, pausing to stroke his shoulders.
Over his shoulders, to his arms. Each one in time, working to his hands. His skin was so soft, I had to stifle a moan and I took his hand in mine. His eyes closed and I rubbed his fingers, pulling the tension out.
I could smell his desire, sudden, overwhelming. It hung heavy about the room as the most erotic cologne. His skin took on this scent of sugar and a touch of salty tears. I had to frown at that reminder of his pain.
I leaned in closer and touched my lips to his collarbone. He started slightly and I gave him an apologetic grin. He watched me closely as I traveled along his chest, licking, sucking, tasting, his body had become irresistible to me.
I could feel his hardness pressing against me as I leaned into him more, wanting to have all of him at once. My lips made a trail over his chest, down his belly, pausing to dip my tongue in his navel and he shivered. He didn't have a lot of hair, and it made him seem so young. The thought made me pause briefly.
I looked to his eyes and saw that hunger burning. I positioned myself, ready to take him in my mouth when his hand came up to my cheek. I looked to him again and he smiled.
Without another thought, I took his hardness in my hand and stroked him softly. I was hypnotised by him, letting my instincts take over for me.
His cock filled my hand and then some, enough for me to put another hand over him. He looked so good, his juiced primed and running over my knuckles. I pulled his skin back to adore the gleaming head, taking a lick.
With a hearty moan, he bucked his hips. No longer could we wait.
Closing my mouth over him, I flipped my tongue lightly over his glans, letting the texture of him become part of my memory.
Sliding over him smoothly, I took all I could into me, his hand never leaving my face. It was incredible to me. I did not love this man, but it felt that way. I was giving him a part of me and the sentimental part of my soul told me that this was an act of love.
Truly, a beautiful experience.
I could feel my own cock dripping and I was so ready for him. Was he ready for me?
"Derek, come here. I will teach you something."
He sat up, a bit disappointed, but willingly. I took his place and let him sit between my legs.
"I would like you to try."
"I haven't done this before."
"I know. Just try." He looked at me blankly for a few minutes. I didn't pressure him, I let him go when he was ready.
He looked at my shaft, slightly intimidated. Not the size of me, but it was the anticipation and the hardness that was a bit frightening. He finally reached out to touch me and I moaned. He shot his hand back, afraid he had hurt me.
"Jack?"
"It's okay, honey. You are fine."
He took a deep breath and put his hand over me again. This time, I waited for him to more comfortable. So difficult, so difficult.
With the softest strokes me moved me, full strokes, half strokes. Experimenting with me. I was pleased. I watched him carefully, seeing how well he liked it. To me, he seemed to enjoy the freedom I gave him. He looked to me and smiled. I wondered what he was up to.
He moved back a bit and leaned down to press his lips to my cock. I stifled the moan that came to surface and tried to let him go on his own.
I nodded when he looked to me, uncertain. I closed my eyes when his mouth finally moved over me. "Derek...." My sighs took over for my speech and I was lost. For a young man who had never touched a cock other than his own, he did remarkably well. He took me with care and tenderness. I was touched.
"Jack? Are you okay?" I opened my eyes and smiled.
"Oh yes. I am fine."
"I was worried. You didn't tell me anything."
"I am sorry. To say that you are wonderful would be an understatement. There was no need to tell you anything."
"Are you saying I am a natural?"
"Yes, I suppose I am." He sat back laughed and I smiled wider. This was good. He has finally relaxed.
"Should I thank you?"
"I think I should thank you, love."
He moved to my side and laid quietly for a moment. I could see his mind working and I wondered what he was up to now.
"Is that all there is to it? I thought there would be more."
"There is a lot more. This is just what I am giving you for now. I will teach you something else tonight."
"You haven't come."
"Neither have you."
"I thought you would."
"That is a bit soon for you. You aren't ready for that."
"I would like to know what you taste like."
"You will. Slow down. We have all the time in the world."
He kissed me. That began the best love making I have ever experienced. With every caress and nuzzle, I felt tremendous love. The acts we entered into made me feel things I haven't felt before. As I look back, I see it simply. Derek excited me, his kindness and his inexperience making it that much better.
When he held my cock again, I put my hand over his and held tight.
"Wait, there is something else to show you." He nodded and waited for me to move from under him.
"Lie back. I want to be inside you."
To be continued in part two.
|
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"love",
"good friend",
"derek",
"jack",
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"young man"
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Torment Time
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/torment-time
| 4.31 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
Burying my face in her sweet smelling luxuriant auburn hair I breathed in its delicious fragrance. I had always loved her hair, so carefully tended and brushed until it shone like stars on a moonless, clear cold night.
As I kissed and ran my fingers through her lovely tresses with my other hand I sought and found her ripe pink nipple. I gently pressed it giving it a slight twirl as I did so.
“Mmmm, lovely darling; delightful,” she murmured. “Don’t stop for a while.”
She stretched her body as she responded to my touch, reminding me of the lithe movement of a panther. She pulled closer to me as she tried to maximise our body contact. She was soft and yielding against my flesh, moving slightly as she burrowed into me.
Complying with her wish for me not to stop my manipulation of her nipple, I continued my press and release of the pink little pinnacle, the tip of her full creamy breast. After a while I took the nipple into my mouth sucking and licking it while with my fingers I began to put soft pressure on her other nipple.
“Oh darling, you’re driving me mad, what are you trying to do to me? Oh my God, it’s so beautiful.”
I did not need to answer her rhetorical question we both knew what I was “trying to do to her.”
I withdrew from her nipple and moved up to kiss her mouth, her lips parted, inviting my tongue to explore within. As I began this I let my hand wander over her belly, stroking and pressing.
With my mouth over hers she could not speak, but made little noises of ecstasy; “Mmmm….Nnnn…Mmmm.”
The movement of her body against mine intensified. From slight warmth I now felt it heating up. Still caressing her belly I broke from the kiss and moved my body away from hers, breaking the physical contact apart from my belly kneading fingers.
I looked at her, my eyes taking in the beauty of her hair and breasts, the fine curving lines of her lovely figure and long perfectly formed legs.
“My God,” I thought for the hundredth time, “She’s all woman…all sensual desiring and desirable woman.”
With my body still separated from hers I once more pressed my mouth to her full receptive lips. This time it was her tongue that explored. My hand moved to her mons, swelling just above her vulva like a smooth rounded little mound. I began to massage it and got my reward.
“Oh my love…my darling…aaah….aaah…aaah.”
Beneath her mons the firm cleft of her labium slipped away like a defile, disappearing from sight between her legs. I ran my finger along its outer edge, feeling the wetness as her lubricant welled up from within.
She emitted little squeals of satisfaction as she parted her legs, inviting me into her depths.
Her hand sought and found my penis and lovingly took hold of it. I pushed her hand aside saying, “Not yet.”
I moved down, and placing my hands under her buttocks I raised her vulva upwards and bent to place butterfly wing kisses on her inner thighs. My lips lingered for a while enjoying the warmth of her smooth flesh, and then moving to her labium I let my tongue float over its lips.
I moved in deeper to lick her pink inner lips and begin to penetrate her opening.
Oh God, the wonder and beauty of woman. I could taste her, smell her; the enchanting taste and fragrance of woman. I lapped up her fluid letting it linger in my mouth, mixing it with my saliva to swallow it.
She was squirming and crying out now. “Oh my darling, my love, my lover, I want you….want you…want you so badly…oh…oh…arghhh.”
I lifted the little hood of flesh over her clitoris and my tongue explored that sweet island, circling it, licking and sucking.
Her hands came round the back of my head to force it against her. Her writhing had become a thrashing struggling movement and her cries changed to, “Yes, oh yes…please…please…don’t stop…don’t stop…oh…ah…oh…”
I forcefully pulled my head away from her and moved so we were not touching.
“Oh no…darling…I’m right on the edge…please….please….don’t stop now…”
Her eyes were closed so I placed my lips close to one pretty little ear and said, “Ask me nicely.”
“You beast…you beast…you wicked evil beast…”
“That’s not asking nicely.”
“Don’t leave me like this….please…darling…I’m in hell…”
“Is it nice there?”
Her eyes were wide open, staring at me wildly in the agony of her suspended orgasm. I smiled down at her.
“You horrible fiend…you can’t leave me like this…please…”
“Yes I can leave you like this.”
She stretched out her arm to the bedside cabinet and opened the draw. She took out a vibrator and I watched as she placed inside her labium.
“I’ll finish myself,” she gasped.
I watched her, amused as she pressed the button of the vibrator. Nothing happened.
“It won’t work,” she howled, shaking the offending item. “Why won’t it work?”
I began kissing her face, starting at her forehead, punctuating each kiss with words.
“Because… forehead… my… eyes… love… nose… I… lips…removed… chin… the… neck and shoulder join…battery.”
“You sadist…you bloody sadist,” she whimpered.
I watched her as she put her fingers into her vagina and began working them in and out, her thumb circling her clitoris. She was weeping and crying out, “Aaargh…aaargh…aaargh.”
Suddenly her whole body convulsed, thrusting upwards. Her hand moved faster and she gave out a piercing scream followed by sounds like, “Naa…naa…naa…”
Her cries and moans diminished as she passed beyond the climax of her orgasm. Her body relaxed and she lay gasping.
I looked at her; she seemed soft and warm, and very beautiful. I wondered if it was true of all women, that they look their loveliest just after an orgasmic experience. It was certainly true of her. She seemed to snuggle into herself and looked as if she was harbouring some delicious secret.
She lay still for several minutes then said, “Now sadist, try some of your own medicine.”
I was pushed on to my back and she came astride me.
“Now,” she muttered in a sinister voice, “I’ll tell you exactly what is going to happen. You are going to lie there completely relaxed. I shall then let you enter me but, if there is the slightest movement from you, any sign of tension or the least sound, I shall withdraw. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” I said humbly, and relaxed.
She slowly lowered her self on to me and at the first touch of her warm moist interior I could not resist a gasp.
She pulled back immediately. “What did I just tell you? Now let’s try it again.”
She came down on me again and I fought not to react as I entered her. Her delectable vaginal tunnel slowly engulfed my shaft and I had to struggle against the temptation to seize her hips and pull her down to my full length.
Millimetre by millimetre she took me into her with agonising slowness until finally I felt my crown touching the end of her tunnel. There she stopped, looking down at me, an evil glint in her eyes.
“Is that nice my love?” She asked with honey sweetness.
“Wonderful,” I gasped.
In a flash she withdrew again.
“I said not a sound.”
She made me wait for a few moments, and then once more slowly dropped down on me.
Resting once more with my full length in her she asked, “Would you like me to start moving?”
I stopped myself from answering just in time.
“Good, very good, just go on like that and we’ll have a lovely time, my darling.”
I lay very still and she began a slow movement, drawing my penis out of her until only the crown was inside, then dropping slowly down again.
Through watching her gratify her self before, I had already been brought to near orgasm, so I was now suspended in agonising torment, wanting her to let me release myself into her.
I felt the tingling aching sensation as the first burst of semen got ready to pump up my shaft and into her, but I needed her to speed up. I would have begged and pleaded with her if I dared, and she went on with her slow withdrawing and thrusting down with tormenting relentlessness.
“You’d like me to move faster, wouldn’t you my love? You want so badly to come into me, don’t you?”
It came out before I could stop it; “Yes.”
She came away from me in a flash.
“Now we shall have to start all over again, won’t we, sweetheart. Let’s see if you can be a good boy this time.”
She began again the torturously slow penetration, the lingering, then the unhurried movement again. It was taking all my will power to keep still and silent.
She began to speed up and the first outburst of sperm was on its way. I lost control and grasped her hips to drag her down and she sprang back from me.
The first explosion shot out of me, shooting up several feet into the air. I was dimly aware that she was watching me, her head propped on her hand, elbow on the bed.
To give myself a full ejaculation I needed her or, my only alternative, to masturbate. I took hold of my foreskin and began to pump it up and down as sperm continued to shoot out of me. I heard a voice that I new must be my own, groaning and gasping. Oh God, how I wanted her, wanted to put all that discharge into her, but she lay there grinning at me, enjoying my orgasmic agony.
At last I finished and began to feel post ejaculation relaxation creep over me. She nuzzled down beside me, burying her head into the crook of my arm saying, “I told you not to move or make a sound.” Then we both laughed; me a little weakly.
We lay in each others arms for about ten minutes, and then she said, “Darling, I think we should have one more to complete things, don’t you?”
I needed no second bidding. I already had another erection so she lay on her back, spread her legs and I came into her. There was no tormenting or pulling back this time. We found each other’s rhythm and strove to give the other full gratification.
We spoke of love and desire, our devotion to each other our need of each other. We laughed and smiled, until both of us on the edge of orgasm, struggled in ecstasy as she screamed and wept, and I moaned and cried out.
When we had finished we lay still united, looking into each other’s eyes, and continuing to speak of the deep love between us.
We must have stayed like that for a quarter of an hour, and then she said, “I think you’d better go now, darling, he’ll be back soon. I must have a shower in case he wants to…you know.”
Reluctantly I withdrew from her. It was like losing half of my self. I kissed her once more softly on the lips and asked, “Torment time again tomorrow evening?”
“Of course, my love.”
I got off the bed and looked back at her, so lovely, so desirable.
“Goodnight, my love,” she said softly.
“Goodnight, mother,” I responded, and left her.
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"won work",
"hand sought",
"give full",
"tongue explored",
"lay still",
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Existential Loving
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/existential-loving
| 4 | null |
Fetish
|
I had been sleeping with four different women for six months. I was tired.
It all started years ago, when I had just turned 18. Women began to flock to me. They seemed to be in love with my boyish charm, yet physically and mentally drawn to my mature disposition.
Women came easily to me and I loved them all.
The problem however, was that I could never date one woman at a time. I generally had to have at least two women waiting for me at all times. Usually they knew about each other…but generally they never met…not if I could help it.
I’ve been in therapy, and know that most women readers are saying, ‘typical man…wants his cunt, and wants to eat it too.’ Well you’re right. I did. And I do…. but suffice it to say that slowly, slowly, through the cracks of my psyche, light is shining in – and I am considering monogamy and maybe even fatherhood for the very first time.
But that is another chat line.
It began with Cindy, sexy English women with an alter ego of a cat. She had the subtlest, well worked out body I had ever been with. Her breasts were large for her 5’2 body, and swayed hither and fro with such magnificence and grace. I have never enjoyed eating nipple and boob, as I did Cindy’s. Damn, they were so firm, big and rounded -- and they hung so nicely on her toned, strong body. Guys, if you think you’re seeing them…you probably are.
Mmh. I can see them in my head right now, and I’m going to take a masturbation break. (I’m sure if you’re reading this, you’ll have it within you to forgive me).
I was engaged to her prances around the floor, while Mozart blared on her stereo and I stroked my cock to every upbeat in the tempo. Cindy was a warm, loving person who just wanted me to lover her back. For some reason I couldn’t.
Next came Julie, a Moroccan woman who personified sexuality in a way that I have never witnessed since. Julie is the woman you meet from time to time, who walks into a room with 500 people, and all heads turn. She knows it; the men know it; the women bath in her beauty for a moment – however this is quickly broken by jealousy. My memories of making love to July are one’s that I will put down on paper one day, and produce them into a movie. They are the ones I go back to when I really want to sink my soul into very pleasurable masturbation. I imagine my head between Julie’s legs, and my tongue so deeply inside her that I crave making it my home. Julie loved me, and Boris, and others – both men and women. She was built to be a Queen and a hoar. This is what we loved about her.
After Julie, I met an Ethiopian Queen - Miriam. Miriam is best described as, likely looking like the Queen of Sheba believed to exhibit great beauty.
Miriam was caramel in colour, and her cheekbones accentuated her natural beauty, as did her robust Negro lips and perfect, little drop nose. What I learned from Miriam in bed, I had never known before. Staring at her, simply looking at her biblically seductive manners and look, made me cry a few times. I believe that Ethiopia is the original home of the Jewish people. Still today, you will find customs that are pretty much exactly in sync with Jewish law. Lots of it. I have seen that Ethiopia is as close to Biblical times as any other country. So the woman, knowing this, walk like they are Sarah, Rebecca, Rachel and Leah. They exude holiness that one only finds within Ethiopians, and if you are a man, finds between the legs of an Ethiopian woman.
Miriam made love to me. Miriam fucked me. She took me. Fuck. Miriam entered me and I entered her from more positions than my yoga master would attempt. I know because I asked him.
Miriam was subtle and agile in her movements and as creative and well read on sexuality as Sex with Sue. When she came, her body shuddered, and Miriam made noises, which I truly hoped my neighbours would here. I wanted them to be pleasured by this masterpiece of God’s creations.
Miriam had no clitoris. But I say today, that her vaginal orgasms outdid any clitoral orgasm I every laid witness to. I swear this to be true on the memory of my father (He would appreciate this. He was a Don Juan).
Miriam loved me so much. And I loved her deeply. But that piece…. you know that piece that always seems to crop up and get in the way of something great…and you never quite no what or why it’s there. That was Miriam and I.
Finally there is Alison, 29 and best defined as an angelic pit bull, with a magical energy, enthusiasm for life, and the face that painters paint. I have never fallen for a woman, as I did Alison.
Her very essence curled around my body and when I fantasized about her – I could actually taste her nipples on my lips, and feel her wetness on my beard…I could smell her and wanted to make love to her for the rest of my life. I craved to touch her panties, her thighs while we sat in public, face-to-face with shoppers and subway travelers everywhere.
Alison was the ethereal one amongst the bunch; she was the Sarah to Abraham. In a most strange way, Alison didn’t really seem to know the magic she possessed, yet She used it so adeptly. Men chased her. Men chased Rachel…quite literally.
They did so because of her magnificent middle-Eastern beauty, because her face shone like a lighthouse, and because they knew that God had only made a few of such creatures – and who ever captured them were surely blessed with life.
Making love to Alison was my one only desire, while I was doing it. I knew nothing about anything else – and I would have married her had she allowed me to. Alas, she didn’t and this broke my heart. It was painful for me to ever accept that she had decided to spend her life with another man and I chose instead to believe that within her still lay her love and romance for me…however she was unable to express it because of her humanitarian decision to stay with her older, sickly husband. Looking back, I think the sickness he had was sinuses, a malady he was not about to die from.
Alison didn’t love me the way I loved her and years later, my eyes are still tearing as I write this.
I was making love to all four of them within the same six-month period. This is the truth and I swear by it. From one house to the other, sometimes twice a day, I would go and for a while it was truly the fantasy that everyman is now thinking.
(And now a commercial moment: I questioned the safety of this lifestyle and decided to become a regular customer of Sheiks. As much as my cock felt cramped inside a condom, I did not conquer with the Romantics who believed that the greatest sex of one’s life should be worth dying for. )
One of my greatest challenges throughout this time was remembering the various ways and means that each one of them liked being licked, sucked and make love to. Most men would have written this important information down, but I was the son of a Holocaust survivor and learned early on to keep things in my head (my father never kept bankbooks. It was all in his head. He was an idiot. When he died, all the knowledge of his bank accounts went with him. I told the guys at the morgue to cut his brain out. You think I’m mean right? He was worth $1.2 million. He owned a fucking candy store. $1.2 million. Shit.)
I did know that Alison did not prefer anal sex. Miriam craved it. I recalled one evening unaware of whose bed I was in, groggy from the night’s wine and exhausted from an afternoon of raucous sex with July, I made the mistake of moving my cock inside of Alison’s ass.
IN a rage that reminded me of George Forman fighting Muhammad Ali – Alison turned around and grabbed my cock threatening to turn it around until it looked like a screw. I begged her forgiveness and was deprived of her warm love bug for over a week. I cried from grief.
Another such event was when I asked Cindy if she would join me and another woman for sex, “again”.
“Again”, she said to me in capital letters. We’ve never had a threesome. I was in for it and felt as if I had fallen into a hot scalding vat of camel cum. “Again…Cindy, I’m asking you again…for the 100th time. That’s what I meant”. Cindy accepted my explanation, apologized and promised she would work on accepting my offer of another woman in bed with us.
Years passed like my Dad said they would and I rarely saw the three of them again. Yes I did see Cindy, in fact we were married. Over the course of our first five years, I brought home many women who delighted Cindy’s cunt like some real pros.
Cindy became a different woman when I committed to her as a lifelong partner. She tattooed her ass with the body of a beautiful goddess, and she has sex toys filling our drawers. I’ve made love to her with my tongue, toes and cock, in her mouth, ass, cunt and breasts…normally pumping another of her orifices with a dildo, vibrator, kitchen appliance or fruit.
So why did I chose Cindy? Good question.
I did because her greatest pleasure was food…. Food dripping all over her body. Nothing made Cindy happier than being covered in a chocolate cream pie, dripping down through her legs. I have watched her masturbate while her hands were blackened with batter and I myself ejaculated simply by watching.
I came over her cunt and leg and it mixed in with the cake, which we ate. It’s not unusual. Trust me. There are many people who love this type of sex. Look on the Internet for proof.
I loved Cindy because she and I shared a great love of life, especially food..everywhere!
Bu there was more….
Cindy also enjoyed sex in the shower. She developed this passion through while learning to make love in the bath, shower etc. so as not to dirty the bedroom with cakes, cookies and cream éclairs dripping from her and me.
Before I had even gotten to first base with her, she told me about her fantasies involving the shower or in a pool. One, which we have succeeded in replicating, was in a public pool. (It’s true that no single human being should swim in a public pool because you might as well be swimming down a toilet pipe right into a pool of SES. You don’t see the crap but it’s there).
So we went swimming at Summerside pool. It was 85 degrees and the sun was shining down on us, like we were in the dessert. Cindy was dressed in the slickest, most exquisite bikini at Summerside. It was white, hence see through.
Her nipples were relatively larger and therefore stuck out with the pride or an Irish policeman. Not a man or woman could take their eyes off Cindy as she strutted across the pool tiles. I had seen someone as sexy as her in Amsterdam, in a window, a red window. You know when you meet a prostitute who has such incredible beauty that you can’t help but ask the obvious…..?
I propped Cindy against the jet. If you haven’t leaned your genitalia against a jet in a pool you must try it. It will be moments until you cum…. and hard.
Cindy was pushed up against the nozzle so that squirts of water were spurting in her ass and then her cunt. There were so many people around us (it was an adult building) swimming, and playing clearly oblivious of our actions. I guess from the outside world, we were simply lovers kissing and playing. That is accepted.
My penis began to grow and Cindy could feel it against her vagina. She sprang forward to accept my cock, simultaneously to pulling down her bikini. I entered her so cleanly and smoothly and my cock formed snuggly inside of her – like an eel on Discovery Channel, who finds his way into the ocean-floor cave.
Slowly and methodically I began to move against her, pushing my cock deeper into her. She kissed my ear. I smiled at a couple lying on the patio floor. A sweet looking grandma seemed to know what we were doing, and approved of it. She was darling and liberal.
My ass was making waves in the water, as I fucked Cindy and as she fucked me back. I know my girl, and was certain that she wanted to yell a shrill yell that would wake up a yodelers. I knew she wanted to because the sensation of me inside of her, and the noises that she emitted – forced me to insulate our bedroom. I swear it.
Others were looking. Then the most amazing thing began to occur. Others began fucking. Two minutes went by and it seemed that every couple at the public pool were fucking. There was love happening in the deep end, and I was in the middle of it. I whispered to Cindy to yell out to her hearts delight.
And she did. FUCK. THIS IS AMAZING. FUCK ME MORE, HARDER, HARDER…GOD I’M CUMMING FUCK ME…..
Nobody cared, and nobody looked. They were all in the midst of their own lovemaking. And just like in the Green Door, where all the audience came at once, so did my neigbours. It was a cum fest and a great noise of sexual pleasure rose up, with more zest and spirit than I have ever seen at a church prayer meeting. Cindy came again, and then again.
The entire pool area seemed to be dripping in cum and I thought about my sandals, where they were if not on my feet. Ich, didn’t want to step in it.
Years later, after fucking in pools, saunas, whirlpools, showers, falls, rivers and seas Cindy died. She was 89 and her heart gave out. She asked me and her friends to sprinkle her ashes over Lake Ontario, a place she loved and where others loved her.
As I was in my nineties it was just a question of time before I followed her. This made me a little less sad. However, one day I awoke to discover that all three girls I hadn’t seen in years, moved into my old-folks home. What happened then? Aha. More to come.
By Mycke.
|
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Virtual Lovers
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/virtual-lovers
| 4.12 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
I was standing in the kitchen, and I had finally decided to take a shower when I saw you. You had that look on your face and it was telling me that you wanted me then and now. I didn't get the chance to resist, because you grabbed me quickly and held me tight to your chest.
Feel me pressed against you...how the warmth grows between us...feeding my hunger
My God, what you do to me. Your heart beats faster as your breathing tell me you want to fuck me. I can feel myself getting wet with fearful desire. I know that you are going to be taking me roughly tonight.
My arms wrap around your waist...pulling you closer against me...your large tits pressing into my chest. My free hand runs a line down your stomach...threading a finger along your navel...and lower, lower...
Mmm, I know I can't resist you and you take advantage of me. I sigh as you slip a finger into my slit and massage my swollen button. How expertly you play my body against me as your hands work my senses. You pinch my nipples as you move faster over my hot pussy, my moans only making more aggressive with me. I feel your rock hard cock snuggled against me, your hips tattooing your lust to my skin.
I pump my fingers into you...all the way inside...watching you fuck yourself on my hand. I kiss you deep, hard, and hungry...then I take your head and push you to your knees. I step back to reveal my throbbing dick.
I stare at your veiny cock , stiff, purple, beautiful as it bobs before me. You grab a fistful of my hair and pull me to you. I open wide to take you all in, but I gag and you laugh at me. You fuck my face, liking that I have no control over you now. I rub myself as you leer at me, my hot lips making you an animal.
Ahh, suck me, you slut! I growl as I shove my cock down your throat...I slide it deep, not caring about your frustrated moans...I am only interested in you sucking me. I feed it to you, making your head bob on my hard shaft.
I never told you how much I love it when you call me a slut and a whore. If you knew, I doubt you would do it anymore...I know you love the power of it and it turns me on. I suck you harder, faster, hoping you will repay me with your harsh words and lusty sex.
Mmm, yes, you are my slut, aren't you? My personal cock servant. Keep sucking...don't look up at me! That's it...deeper...suck me...
Ahhh, I love you so much. I will never tell you, but I love what you do to me. How you treat me. Mmm, you are going to fuck me like I need to be, hard, fast, dirty...I love the feeling of choking on your hard, fat cock. I know that, in time, you will fuck me. I decide to make you harder than you have ever been before...I stand up and deny you a release. I look at you like I could care less what you want. I know this will enrage you, then you can show me who is boss. Oh, lover, you know what I want...
You dirty whore! I grab your arm and bend you over the sink. I lick my hand as I feast my eyes on your beautiful ass and wet, exposed pussy. I hold you down with my left hand and I feel you tremble. My right hand, wet, gives you three quick slaps to your unprotected cheek. You have been naughty, lover.
Ahh! NO! You can't to this! Stop, baby, please! I know you aren't listening to me...I struggle against you, but you are too strong for me. Fuck you! Who do you think you are?
I can do THIS! I pop your ass again and again, your cheeks bearing my burgundy palm. I am the man you want me to be...You love it! Don't play your games with me!
Ah, baby, no! Fuck you! You aren't shit! You're no man!
Oh, no? I make you kneel again, my cock rigid before your lips. I take your chin in my hand....you look into my eyes. Beg me...tell me how much you want it. I know you do. Tell me or you won't get it again, ever!
No, I don't! I don't want it, you fuck! You couldn't fuck me with that prick! You are nothing...
That's it! You have gone too far this time! I scoop you up in my arms and carry you to the shower.
What do you think you are doing? I kick and fight as you take me to the bathroom. I know you want me, but I have to play my game this time.
No games tonight, dearest. I climb into the stall behind you, pressing you against the chilled tiles. I kick your legs open wider and in one smooth thrust, I gain access to your moist pussy. I move harder, harder, forcing every inch inside you...our skin bounces together as we move.
Ungh! It hurt a little as you penetrated me, but I stood my ground and taunted you. I wanted to you fuck me like a whore and that is what I was going to get. I crave the feeling of you inside me. Fuck, ah, fuck you!
I hold both hands on your hips...fucking your slut pussy with my rod...your wetness dripping down your leg, coating my balls.
My tits bounce and slap against the tile, your jack hammer thrusts make me want more, so much more! I can feel you so deep within me...hurting me with that blissful pain that I have come to adore.
I grab your hair in one hand...pulling it tight...your body lifting to mine. I roll one finger over your clit, grasping it, squeezing...
Auuugghh! Ah, baby! Fuck yeah, I scream at you. Fuck my slut whore cunt, baby! Take me like the man you are! Your finger clamp on my button as I ready my body for my come...
Pounding your drenched slit with my prick, loving your moans, seeing your juicy lips spreading for me...
My grunts make you crazy and you can't hold on much longer. You want me to come hard, but you need me to feel the thunder of your angst. You push harder, making me cream over you, my body tensing and releasing as my nectar drips over your hairy cock. You know what I like baby, ah, do it!
I pop my rod out of you, taking your arms behind your back. I line up my cock with that sweet ass. What a delicious cunt you are...I am gonna fuck you...I pull on your arms as my thick head eases through your pucker.
Yeah! You still think you are a man? You have to hold me back to fuck me? You want my ass? I shove my tiny hole back on you, your throbbing sending me into ecstasy...Do it then! Do it, you mother fucker! Yeah! I stop to let you slip in, my moans make you hotter for me.
With one low grunt, I push, shoving my hardness inside you. I hear you groan with pain as I thrust farther into you.
I suck in my breath as you breach me...
That's it. Take it, you cockwhore. Fuck yourself on my fat dick! I release your arms and let you move to your own tempo, rocking on me...
My fingers move to my clit, stroking while you punish my tender asshole. I place my other hand on the wall to brace myself as my tight ass sucks at your cock.
That's it, my cock slut. Fuck it.
Deeper, harder, faster I go. My body becomes a blur as I force your thick meat into me. I cry a little as I feel my hole being stretched, but I love it! I love being your whore!! Ah, baby, do me! I want it in my ass, I want you to come for me!! I want you to do it! Oh, please, do me like only you can! I don't want anyone but you. I need your fat cock in my tight ass...fucking my pussy...my mouth...aahhh, come for me!
Oh, God, you are so tight! Mmmm....oh, you are so good, my little slut...Yes! Take it! Milk my hot come from me...aaaaaahhhhh, babyyy, yessss....
More! God, more, baby! Yes! I need to be your cunt! YEAH, aahh, baby......come in my ass...come in me, fill me, lover! I want to feel you...give me your seed...
My fingers dig into your pliant flesh, my hips lock, with a grunt my rod pulses as I shoot rope after rope into your asshole. You can feel my spurts as I empty into you. My come, milked by you, for you...take what you wanted, lover. Yes, baby, take it from the cock you serve.
I bounce more as you push that hot semen into me. I come hard and suddenly, your hard energy makes me scream as I coat you. I feel your dick softening as you kiss my back, murmuring to me. I think to myself that I will have no cause to look at another man...you are all I need. You are my master...
I kiss a line along your back. You have been such a good girl tonight. My beautiful cockslut.
Mmmm, no one can do me like you, Master.
Get cleaned up, love. You are joining me for dinner tonight.
I love you.
I love you. Hurry, my dearest.
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The Mountain Cabin Getaway Ch. 01
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Copyright 2001 by MagicFingers. I appreciate comments and inquiries, even criticisms. Yes I do. Most writers do. Please send them to the link above.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Dan was getting out the candles in case the power went out. It's so hard if you wait until it's pitch-black to try to find them. Of course, they would always have the fireplace to give them some light and heat in the living room of the small, three room cabin. However, he didn't intend to spend ALL his time there tonight. He brought in some firewood to be sure they had plenty of dry wood, and prepared the fireplace. He was like a good scout, always prepared and always ready.
It was the get-away they had been looking forward to for a long time. City life was so demanding, so intense, so routine. Up here in the mountains, by the lake, under the stars, (There are so many more stars out here. In town, you can only see about a dozen or so, at best.) one can begin to unwind. Forget the traffic, the schedules, the meetings. Just relax and rekindle the sparks that used to fly so freely and spontaneously.
Rosana was in the bedroom unpacking and freshening up after the long drive up on Friday afternoon. The night was coming quickly due to the approaching storm. They would need to be ready for anything and everything that might arise. Alone in a secluded cabin in the mountains, no worries, just her and him together, to do whatever that wanted, whenever they wanted. She got a warm feeling in her loins just thinking about the possibilities. And WHAT loins they were. She had the softest brown skin he had ever felt. And big, luscious, melt-in-your-mouth lips that could melt an iceberg.
She was bending over and Dan caught a glimpse of her firm buns as the faux-denim material pulled tight in her shorts, the brief, square-cut kind that are similar to the short-shorts of a different era. The style was back in vogue now and he just loved them! She was wearing a yellow satin print shirt tied in a knot below her breasts, showing a little lovely brown skin around her neck and waist. It was very warm when they left town and was just starting to get comfortable with the approaching Summer mountain storm. Rosana was petite, though not skinny. She worked out at the gym and loved to take walks often. That's why those curvy, round buns of steel appealed to him so much. "Later", he said to himself, and hurried to get everything settled before nightfall.
Dan had the candles all set up around the rooms with matches nearby. He put a couple in the bedroom and one in the kitchen. Then he stored the food and beverages. "Are you hungry, babe? I'm starving after the long trip up the mountain." Dan asked. (She WAS a babe, and wouldn't like it if just any guy called her that, however, Dan said it SO lovingly.)
"Sure am. I'll be there to help you soon." she said. "Almost done here."
Dan was a good cook, so he chilled the wine and started the fish cooking. He was leaning over the stove when she entered and surprised him by giving him a light slap on his butt. He instinctively jumped and turned around. She pressed her lips to his in a gentle, languid kiss that warmed him inside. "I'm here to take over so we can have something edible tonight", she teased.
"Oh yeah, well, we both have something good to eat, even if the food happens to get ruined."
"Hmmm, you put your tongue back in your mouth and save it for later, my big, strong man. Maybe for dessert..." she moaned in her sexiest voice.
They both helped finish preparing the food and poured the wine. Then they sat down to eat the scrumptious fish dinner. The rain had started outside. The wine and each other's company was warming each other up just fine. They finished off the whole bottle and all the food while chatting and enjoying each other's company. Rosana went to the sink to wash the dishes. Dan went to light the fireplace.
She had such a calm, warm feeling inside, looking out the window at the rain coming down in buckets now. It was so peaceful and private up here. And she loved Dan very much at that moment for arranging this getaway for them. It was just what the doctor ordered for their relationship.
Dan started the fire in the fireplace, then returned to the kitchen. He walked up behind her and slipped his big, strong arms around her waist, pulling her close to him and kissed her on the nape of her neck. She almost dropped the plate from the thrill running down her body from his touch and kisses. He caressed her bare tummy. She moved her butt around involuntarily, feeling his manness pressing into her cheeks. He moved around in little circles with his hips and hands. She felt sooo good to him. Soon, her moans let him know that she felt the same about him. The good wine and fish had them both hot and horny.
As he was kissing her neck and ears, just nibbling a little, he raised his hand up to feel the weight of her right breast through the material of her shirt. She had on one of those lacy, barely-there type bras. Very natural looking and feeling, almost like nothing there at all. She really didn't even need one. It was there to satisfy the moral needs of the big city. Rosana's boobs stood up proud and firm, like a teenybopper's. Dan grasped more of the breast now, squeezing it in his palm, eliciting more moans from her. There was a bit more than a handful, but it would not go to waste. He reached the aureole and nipple, just trailing his fingertip around them gently. They arose to meet his touch, both the aureole and nipple getting firm and sticking out through her bra..
Meanwhile, Dan's left hand had continued rubbing around her firm flat belly. Now, it trailed down along her hip to the skin of her leg at the bottom of her shorts, and up and around her hip as they moved against his strong hands. He flicked her right nipple a bit, making it hard with his touch, then moved his hand over to give the left breast equal time. He squeezed it and rubbed around it as he had done the first one. It responded in kind. His left hand traveled around her legs and up and down her lower tummy, touching the smooth leg in front, and beside and below those sexy shorts. She shivered as his open palm grazed her mound through the tight stretch material. He could feel her heat there.
Quickly, he pulled open the knot in the bottom of her shirt. Then, he deftly flicked open the few remaining buttons hiding the treasures inside. "OH, Yes, Dan. Make love to me now, right here, right NOW. I need you soo bad."
He removed the blouse and threw it on the counter. With another flick of his wrist, the bra clasp was released and those beautiful globes fell free into the chilly night air. His now-hard cock was pressing into the crack of her ass. She could feel it rubbing and caressing her. She gasped as both of his hands went to her boobs and pulled her back to him as they stood there before the sink and window. "Take your shirt off. I want to feel your skin on mine.", she groaned.
So he did, with practiced agility, and it joined her blouse. He held her close again, resuming where they left off, holding both boobs tightly, with her pressed back against him. "Rosana, you feel wonderful!"
"Oh, yes, you too, and you are making me so hot. It's been too long. Don't make me wait any longer, Dan. Do it to me babe."
Not one to ignore an impassioned request, Dan reached to the front of her shorts and slipped the zipper down. Then they worked the shorts over her firm hips to the floor. She kicked they away. Now there were only the barest of bikini panties left, which Dan pulled down with one quick movement, and they too were gone. "Take those pants off. I want to feel your cock."
He almost ripped his jeans getting them out of the way, pants and boxers off in one flash. Now they were both naked above the knees. His hard erection was pressing up between her gap. He moved it in and out , feeling her wetness, as she was moving back to meet it. His hands were caressing her all over, and her hands were touching his, and she reached back to feel his legs and butt muscles. She reached down to grab the head of his penis as it stuck out next to her clit. It felt so good, almost like having her own dick to play with, to rub her clit, and make herself even wetter and more excited.
"OOOOH, Baby, I'm so ready. Do me. Put it in me."
"OK, babe, here it comes. Just bend over slightly. Hold onto the counter. Yes, that's it. Here it is. It's all for you."
He held it in his hand and rubbed it up and down her wet, swollen lips. And pressed it between them slowly, an inch, then two as he pushed it up her soft, tight love canal. "Ahhhh, so tight, so wet."
"Ooooo, Yes, push it in more. Give it all to me. Fill me up. Sooo good."
He grasped her hips and pushed it all the way in until his balls touched her clit. Then, slowly pulled it out until only the head was still inside of her. Then, all the way in again. "OOOHHH, UUNGH, It's so hard, so good. It's been too long. Fuck me! Fuck me good."
They got into a rhythm, him pushing, her pulling him in with every stroke. He was still holding her hips, guiding her onto his hard cock, as she was moving her ass all around him, and holding on tightly to the sink for balance. The rain was pounding on the window pane, and he was pounding into her with all his strength now. He held her boobs, which were now hanging down like cones, begging for attention. He would hold and squeeze and pull on them, and placed a trail of kisses on her back and neck, eliciting more moans of pleasure from Rosana. They hadn't touched each other for a week, so they were both very horny and just wanted raw sex, and release from their tensions.
"Yes, squeeze my cock. Your pussy feels like velvet. I don't think I've ever been this hard. Can you feel it? Keep fucking it. Ohhh, do it!"
"Oh, yes, I feel it filling me up. And your balls are slapping against my clit, driving me crazy each time. Oh, Fuck me hard! Fill me with your cum. Don't worry, You won't hurt me. Pound it in me baby."
He was pinching her nipples and rolling them around his fingers, rubbing his hands up and down her back, molding her ass cheeks. Pounding, Pumping, getting closer, feeling the cum rising up, getting ready to flood her. She started to shiver, her hips quivering first, with just a small almost undetectable vibration.
"UUNNGH. You're going to make me cum! AAAAH!. Ooooh. Yes, yes! Make me cum! Fuck me hard. I'm so close. Keep it up. Don't slow down. That's so good! Rub my clit." "Ooooh, I'm CUUUMMMING!!! Give it to me."
And that was too much for Dan. He was ready. "Here it comes, babe. Milk it out. I feel you cumming all over me now. Yes, do it. Let it all out. Cum for me. Oh, your pussy is SO hot on my cock. You're making me cum with you. UUUUGH, AAHMMMM" And he squirted buckets of cum deep into her warm, wet vagina, causing her to cum again.
"AAAAH, I'm CUMMMING AGAIN! Oh, Fuck. MMMMM" "Oh, my God, you're wonderful. Oh, so deep. I feel your sperm filling me up inside. Give it all to me. MMMMMM" as the cum was running out and down her legs now.
They both almost passed out from the cumming, their legs getting weak. She would have fallen to the floor if he had not been there to support her with his cock and hands. They both were breathing deeply, still pumping slowly now, a few twitches still happening, and a great warmth spreading over both of them. They just stayed and swayed together for several minutes, hearing nothing but the rain and their hearts beating against each other. Finally, his penis plopped out, and she turned around to give him a huge embrace, kissing his lips, tongue against tongue. Feeling their hot bodies molding together like Jell-O in a bowl, they stayed that way for several more minutes, just savoring the moment.
She looked up into his eyes and said, "I love you, Dan"
"And I love you, Ros."
Continued in Chapter #2 .
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Mary By Moonlight
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The warm, dry breeze which skipped playfully across Cedar Point Beach from the West blew gently through Mary's hair, rousing her from her mental wanderings. Her eyes opened to peer through her sunglasses at the slowly setting sun. She removed the glasses to view the natural beauty of its many golden hues. It took her breath away. She sighed at the many resplendent colors created by the departing sun, almost jealous of how easily it painted it's perfect picture...of its mastery of shade and tone.
Stretching, she looked to her right, at her own painting as it rested comfortably on the sun-warmed easel. The setting sun even made the artificial colors she'd created in acrylic seem more beautiful. Her painting was also of a splendidly vibrant sunset, but the beach it bathed in its slowly cooling reds, pinks and lavenders was nothing like the beach on which she had spent the day reading and painting. It was completely different, having sprung from Mary's imagination and almost having painted itself on the canvas. Her hands had seemingly come to independent life, almost magically creating the sun-tinted hues of cooling sand and darkening rock. As she looked at her work, it seemed to draw her into it...beckon her in some mystical way.
Tearing her eyes from the alluring picture, her head slowly lolled to her left, pausing only briefly to again admire the natural sun as its lengthening rays caused the lazily undulating waves of the ocean to sparkle...creating merry giggles of light.
Still with her sunglasses removed from her eyes, she focused on Nathan. She'd known him for some eleven years or so, and was always impressed by his quick wit, compassion, sensitivity and down to earth nature. Of the half dozen friends she'd come to the beach with, Nathan was the one she most enjoyed talking to...and looking at. Despite the fact that he was gorgeous in the extreme, he didn't have the inflated ego that sometimes went along with it. He never put anyone down, at least not to Mary's knowledge. And his eyes had a way of looking intently at you when you spoke to him, as if they absorbed your every word and transmitted them directly to his clever, active mind. And those eyes...such a pale, limpid blue-green...almost like the very sea who's tranquility she'd tried to capture on canvas. Those eyes made her melt...gave her flashes of warmth and chills at the same time.
Looking around the beach, almost everyone else had gone back to the their hotels or rented villas. The other friends that she and Nathan had traveled here with had apparently called it a night. Only a few straggling strangers still lingered about, walking hand in hand in the darkening sand or more briskly through the lapping waters of the rising tide. It was a scene of serenity and bliss, and it filled Mary with a deep peace that made her breathe a long, soft sigh.
From this distance, Nathan appeared to be dozing in the barely swinging hammock. The bronzing rays of sunset made his tanned body appear even moreso with each passing moment. Clad only in pastel yellow swim trunks, his tan again appeared even more stark. His tall, lean body, each sculpted muscle glistening from either the remnants of his tanning lotion or a light spray of sea mist, stretched nearly the length of the twined rope of the hammock. His short, wavy blond hair, bleached even lighter by two days at the beach, playfully curled about his ears and forehead. Sadly, dark green shades hid his incredible eyes from Mary's prying ones, but his luscious body and full lips were certainly enough to keep her attention.
As she admired his reclining body, his head turned toward her, his shade covered eyes aimed in her direction. Her assumption that he was asleep was quickly proven wrong, as his low, deep voice greeted her. It seemed to bathe her ears in warm, pleasant vibrations as it said, "Mary...come her for a minute. I want to tell you something." Though his voice was soft, it bore into her...igniting her brain...fondling her soul.
Almost trancelike, Mary rose from her beach chair and began walking toward him. Her filmy sundress billowed in the soft beach breeze, reminding her of her wicked little indulgence. The cooling air flapped at her dress, lifting it just enough to sneak under it and witness first hand the unMarylike decadence.
Bringing her hand up to cover her self-amused smirk, Mary felt the warm waft of air play sweetly in the fine, soft curls of her naked pubic area. She felt it dance unobstructed between her legs as it stirred those tiny hairs and tingled the soft, pink folds of her sex. It tickled, and made her have to stifle a giggle...but it felt incredible, especially in the wake of her arousing - and moistening - thoughts about Nathan. It was the first time she'd ever worn a sundress - or any other type of clothing for that matter - without wearing panties beneath. But she very much enjoyed it...and made a mental note to so again...whenever possible.
Trudging barefoot through the warm sand and having successfully warded off the impish titter, Mary came up alongside the hammock with its tall, sexy occupant. The sun was almost below the horizon now, and the moon was stretching and flexing its muscles to take over the night sky. When Nathan removed his sunglasses, even the waning light couldn't mute their blue-green sparkle. His smile set Mary's heart aflame, and she sighed when she tried to speak to him. Taking a second stab at it, she managed to ask, "What is it, Nathan? What is it you wanted to tell me?" In her heart, she was hoping he wanted to profess his undying love for her, but she was a realist. This man could have any woman on this, or any other planet. How could she even hope he'd want her?
"I know where it is," he said softly, his words framed by the hushed lapping of waves on sand.
"What? You know where what is?" Mary asked, confused.
"That beach. The one you painted so brilliantly in your picture. I've seen it. I know where it is." His eyes gazed into hers with not only honesty, but a childish eagerness...like he wanted desperately to share something with her.
"Nathan," she laughed lightly, mildly disappointed at not hearing the words she knew she'd never hear anyway, "I painted that from my imagination. It's not a real place. I made it up."
"Well, hon," he smiled, "I hate to burst any bubbles, but that place exists. It's about twenty miles down the coast. Beautiful, too. You've captured it almost exactly."
Turning to look at her picture, fading in the encroaching darkness, she started to become irritated, thinking Nathan was making fun of her.
"Nathan...you've never made fun of anyone before...why are you doing it to me? If you're just teasing or joking, that's fine, but...."
"Mary," he interrupted, sitting up quickly and reaching out to take her hand in his. The hammock swayed vicariously, Nathan rocking from side to side in it. When the rocking slowed, and an awkward fall to the sand was averted, he continued. "I'd never make fun of you. I think you're great. You're fantastic. Why would I make fun of you? No...I swear...I wouldn't lie to you. That place exists....or one damn close to it."
"Nathan...c'mon. Don't..."
"Mary, believe me, I...." he started, but then realized words alone weren't going to convince her. Swinging his legs over the side of the hammock, he stood up quickly, his broad shoulders thrust back in firm resolve. He was apparently upset that Mary didn't believe him...or that she had believed he was being cruel to her. It almost seemed to hurt him....and provoke a need in him to prove himself.
"Mary, I swear I've seen that place. I thought you had, too...and that's why you painted it. I can prove it to you. I can prove it exists."
Mary was still skeptical, but her doubts seemed to flounder when Nathan stood close to her and held both her hands, those limpid eyes looking down at her. She gulped hard and tried to keep her weak knees from buckling under her. "Nathan, I believe you. You don't have to...."
"Oh, but I want to, Mary. If you haven't seen that place for real, then you need to. You'll love it. It's a little slice of Heaven right here on Earth." Then, a cloud seemed to cross over his beautiful eyes. He said, "Unless...you don't want to go there with ME."
Mary was shocked. It appeared as though the gorgeous Nathan was hurt that she didn't want to see this lovely beach with him. She tried to tell him this wasn't so, but all she could do was stammer and sputter. "No! Nathan.....it's.....I mean...it's not..I...really...I'd.....that would be....I....."
Nathan put a stop to the babbling. He let go of one of her hands and lifted his hand up, placing his index finger on Mary's blithering lips. Her incoherent, verbal fumbling stopped. He looked her in the eyes and said in a low, clear voice.
"Do you or do you not want to visit that beach with me? I'd love to show it to you. We could go see it...and maybe....talk a while...just the two of us. I know that place will look awesome in the moonlight. Please, Mare? Let me show it to you. If you don't agree with me that it's gorgeous, we'll come right back if you want to. How 'bout it? Let's go right now and see it. What do you say?"
Mary was shivering all over...every inch of her body....even though it was warm. But somehow when she spoke to Nathan, the stammering didn't return. She sighed, and the trembling almost stopped as well. With a smile, and a glimmer of hope in her breast, she replied, "Nathan, I'd love to see a beach like that - or any other beach - with you. Sure, let me just pack up my stuff and we'll go."
Nathan's smile was genuine. Mary could feel a warmth radiating off of him. As she turned to gather up her belongings as quickly as she possibly could, , Nathan said something that made her sweat from head to toe. It was one simple word.
"Hurry," he said.
The drive from Cedar Point Beach to the their new destination took hardly more than twenty minutes. During that time, conversation between the two of them was light and friendly, as it had always been between them. The one thing that Mary noticed that was different this time, however, was that her pulse was racing and she could swear she sighed at least once every thirty seconds or so. She'd had many wonderful conversations with Nathan before, but never had she felt like this. She felt like she was going to explode, as if skin and muscle could barely contain the energy that was quickly reaching critical mass deep inside her.
After driving for miles along the ocean road, Nathan steered his SUV left, onto a dirt road. It wound snakelike for a few miles, slowly meandering its way down a moderate grade. Mary was certain she'd never been down this road before, though she surely must have passed it dozens of times during her fairly frequent seaside trips, both with friends, and alone to ply her artistic talents.
Just as the moon was beginning to bathe the shore in its radiant white glory, Nathan pulled his vehicle to a stop in a tiny, sandy area surrounded by dark rocks. It almost looked like a private parking space for one. When he looked over to Mary, she saw the moonlight reflecting in his eyes, giving the pale blue-green a slightly washed out look, though that didn't stop them from peering directly into her soul. The natural brightness of his pupils was replaced by a delightful, moonlit twinkle. His eyes seemed to dance, and reach out for Mary to join them.
"We're here," he said, his voice low and soft. "Just around there, past those big rocks to the right, is the spot I'm talking about. If you're serious that you've never been here, you're going to get one helluva shock when you see how close to your painting it is."
"I AM serious, Nathan. I may have driven past this place a dozen times, but I've never stopped here. I swear!"
"Well, then, you're a psychic or something. Just wait'll you see this."
Nathan's moon-dappled eyes turned away - causing Mary to sigh deeply at the loss - and he opened his door. She did likewise. Standing alongside the SUV, they both realized that the moon was so full and bright, and the sky so completely cloudless, that they'd only need flashlights if they entered a cave or burrowed underground, neither of which was on the agenda. Nathan walked around the car and took Mary's hand in his. She was so immersed in the beauty of the moonlit beach that his hand touching hers startled her.
"Oooh...a bit jumpy?" he asked, "maybe afraid to be here with me?" He smiled, then tried to look sinister.
"Oh, please, Nathan," she laughed, and then became serious. "I'd never be afraid to be anywhere with you."
"Come on then. I can't wait for you to see this place." As he started to lead her forward in the moonlight, Mary noticed he'd somehow retrieved a large blanket from his car. He had rolled it into a tube and held it under his arm, the one that was not gently holding her hand.
The walk down to the large rocks - boulders if one was to speak technically from a size standpoint - took only minutes. As they rounded the seaward curve of the nearest boulder, tiny, muted splashing noises could be heard, like the sound of leaping fish in a small, serene pond. Also, there was the quiet lapping of water against some unyielding object or objects. It was all very calming, soothing. Combined with the romantic moonlight, it made Mary's entire body sigh.
But when they completed rounding those two large, solid rock sentinels, calmness gave way to a wash of disbelief for Mary. She gasped, staggered slightly, putting one hand to her mouth and latching tightly onto Nathan's arm with the other. She needed his support, because she couldn't believe what her own senses were telling her was true.
There it was. Her painting. In every minute detail. Except for the fact that it was awash in ivory moonlight and not the spectacular hues of an ocean sunset, it was there before her unbelieving eyes. She held more firmly to Nathan's muscled arm, still swaying. Eventually, she just leaned against him, weak and wobbly. Her eyes roamed about what Nathan had earlier called "a little slice of Heaven" and she could only agree with him.
"Still say you've never been here?" Nathan asked, looking down at her gaping mouth and incredulous eyes.
"Nathan...I swear to you...I've never...."
"Okay," he replied, "then how do you explain your painting?" He couldn't help but believe her, because not only did he feel her shivering, but he was busy trying to hold her up as well.
"I....I can't," she said, shaking her head, "I just....can't."
"Wow," he said, "this is one for the books, then. Maybe you ARE psychic."
"I don't know. I just...don't...know. But...you're right....it's EXACTLY like my painting. This is so incredible!"
Nathan watched her as she stared dreamlike at the rocks surrounding the tiny, moonlit inlet. "C'mon," he said, still holding her arm, "you can see it even better from over here. There's a nice sandy spot to spread the blanket and just sit and talk, too." Mary now held onto his arm with both her hands, as he continued to lead her closer to the beautiful little beach.
Walking down a sandy hill for about fifty feet, they came to the place Nathan was talking about. Here, rocks were small and scarce. The sand was smooth and warm and flat for a distance of perhaps thirty feet before dipping downward again to the rocky little inlet. Nathan left Mary to stare out over her painting's heretofore unknown twin, as he spread out the blanket. Then he walked over to where she stood mesmerized. Coming up behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders gently, so as not to startle her again. They stood like that, entranced by the splendor and tranquility of the little beach/alcove, for several quiet, thoughtful minutes.
Below them, beach and rocks formed a horseshoe shape, the arm nearest them being an extension of the sandy area on which they now stood, but being some dozen or so yards downhill from them. As it swung around to form the other arm of the horseshoe, the sandy beach slowly gave way to dark, moonlit rocks. It was these that the incoming gentle waves lapped against with their small, tickling ripples. The open end of the horseshoe was an inlet for the sea. Quiet, moon-sparkled water meandered happily between the arms of the horseshoe shaped beach, seeking rocks and sand to kiss. The open end wasn't completely open, however. It was only open horizontally. Vertically, the two ends of the horseshoe were connected by a curved arch of the same dark rock that formed the far side of the beach. The moon shone brightly just over the tip of that arch, creating a dizzying combination of moonlight and shadow, and a veritable orchestra of dapples and sparkles on the mostly, but not completely, calm water inside the loop of the horseshoe. The cool whites, blues and blacks, combined with the murmurs of the sea, held Mary and Nathan quietly in awe for quite some time. Or was it their closeness, their touching, that held them so rapt?
"Amazing, isn't it?" Nathan said finally.
"Beautiful," Mary replied in one long, low sigh.
"I imagine it would look exactly like your painting if we'd gotten here at sunset."
"I believe you're right," she answered, still sighing. "I'm sure that's exactly how it would look. I can't imagine how I could've painted this place. I KNOW I've never been here. I'm certain of it!"
"Look," Nathan said, rubbing her shoulders, "these things happen. It really doesn't matter. It's just one of those things, y'know. There could be a dozen explanations if you dig hard enough. Let's just sit down and enjoy the view from the blanket, okay? It's really nothing you should worry about, Mare."
"Oh, I'm not worried, Nathan. I'm just....amazed...blown away. Right up until the last second I was sure you were pulling my leg."
He laughed, "Well, now, from now on when I tell you something, maybe you'll believe me, hmmm? Now...let's get comfy on the blanket and talk, okay? I really enjoy talking to you."
Nathan turned to stroll back to the blanket, giving Mary's shoulders one last, quick rub before doing so. Slowly, she turned, still shaking her head, and followed him. As she walked away from that tranquil scene, every few steps she turned to look back at it...fascinated...her skin generously sprinkled with goosebumps at the eerie familiarity of it.
When they were both seated on the blanket, Mary got a good look at Nathan in the moonlight. His strong, lean body was a playground for the moonlight. It danced on him, diluting his deep tan but making him even more beautiful...like an exotic painting of the perfect man. She watched as both moonlight and rippling water reflected in his blue-green eyes. Watching those eyes, admiring his body...was putting her into a trance...a warm, tingling trance. And the tingling was concentrated in some very specific, naughty places.
So in awe of Nathan's appearance by moonlight was Mary, that she didn't realize he was looking back, equally in awe of what he saw. She was facing the moonlight, and her already light complexion was more starkly perfect, like a glowing white goddess, or an earthbound angel. Her filmy, cotton dress billowed in the light breeze, making the goddess or angel image all the more ethereal, surreal and beautiful. With neither of them realizing it, they were both smiling at each other. Silent lips curled in approving smiles.
"You're beautiful," Nathan said quietly.
The statement took Mary by surprise, but she heard it clearly. She at once flushed hotly and shivered. She had to take her eyes off his body and regroup her senses to reply. "Why....thank you, Nathan." was all she could think of to say, though a million words rambled incoherently through her brain. Again she shivered. Eventually, however, her self-consciousness took over, and she refuted his statement, as all women tend to do.
"Nathan, I appreciate that, but I'm not beautiful. I'm...okay, I guess. But, again, thank you."
He shook his head, his eyes still looking directly at her. Sparkling with moonlight, his eyes then roamed all over her body. She shivered yet again as she watched his eyes exploring every inch of her. She was breathless, and a tiny bit uncomfortable. She'd always fantasized about a romantic interlude with Nathan, but she felt more and more self-conscious as his eyes openly fondled her body. Finally, he just smiled and nodded. "Oh, yeah, Mary...trust me, you ARE beautiful." Before she could protest, he asked, "Have I ever lied to you?"
"Well....no, Nathan. No...you never have." Then with a wink, she added, "Not that I know of, anyway."
His returned smile was a wry one. He chuckled a bit as he said, "No, Mare, I've never lied to you. So, when I say you're beautiful, you can trust me on that."
Adept at warding off compliments, Mary quickly changed the subject, diverting Nathan's thoughts once again to the odd circumstances that brought the two of them here. He would have none of it. Every time she started to talk of the beach, the moonlight, her painting, or even this weekend trip with their other friends in general, Nathan would again tell her how much he enjoyed her company, how pretty her dress was, how he liked her eyes or her hair, how lovely her smile was. Parry and thrust....the verbal fencing duel went on into the night...the moon rising higher and higher....it's light washing more and more over them as the shadows receded from its advance.
Finally, in the middle of a statement by Mary of how intense the moonlight was becoming, Nathan suddenly said to her, "Mary, I know one of your weaknesses." His grin was at once dashing and disarming...and totally wicked. That grin made Mary want to giggle...among other things. She felt giddy just looking at it.
"Weakness? I have no weaknesses," she kidded, laughing openly.
"Oh, yeah, you do. Remember...um....I think it was two boyfriends ago....that fellow..what was his name? Ralph...Rich....Rex? He told me some things about you." Again the evil grin.
"You mean Ryan? Oh my God. He was such a prick. What did he tell you?"
"Well, he told me you have certain 'weaknesses'...things that really drive you crazy. Things that relax you and make you open to...you know...suggestions."
Now Mary was really getting warm. Never had she and Nathan spoken of such things before, and she wasn't sure how she should respond. "Nathan, Ryan was a self-centered asshole. He's not the type of guy you should be listening to when it comes to women."
"Yeah, maybe," he said, looking upward toward the sky thoughtfully, "but maybe what he says is true in some cases." That grin was becoming more playful by the second.
Mary was squirming now, wondering whether she should grind the conversation to a screeching halt, or see where it was leading. With her tongue firmly in cheek, she decided on the latter. Nathan was way too cute for her to just try to shut him up. If events began to carom into an unsavory direction, she could easily enough squelch things, but she just couldn't see sweet, sexy Nathan turning into the kind of jerk Ryan was. So, she decided to bide her time and see where the wind blew. Maybe it was the romantic, moonlit beach setting...or maybe just the sweet, sexy Nathan. But for now she would ride this out.
"Okay, then, Mister Recorder of Weaknesses....exactly what did Ryan the dirtbag tell you?"
"Well, how about I just show you?" he replied.
"Oh, no....if it was something Ryan said, you might've been led to believe that being pounced on against my will was a turn on for me. Or that pleasing a man while getting nothing in return is something I aspire to. Nope...you TELL me what he said. Then we'll discuss whether it's correct or just something from Ryan's fevered little brain."
"All right," Nathan said with a chuckle and a sly wink, "but if what he told me is true, THEN do I get to show you? Then can I get to do it for you?"
His grin was warming her inside and out. Her interest was indeed piqued now. She bit her lower lip as she replied cautiously, "All right...but only if it's true."
"Fair enough. Okay....one thing that Ryan said relaxed you to the point where he could just about have his way with you, was..." he grinned from ear to ear, "if he rubbed your feet. He said that made you all weak and willing. So...is it true?"
Mary laughed, but she knew it was true. Then she looked at Nathan and imagined this strong yet gentle man massaging her feet....with the hopeful intent of "making her weak and willing." Hell, she'd be willing with Nathan no matter what! If he touched ANY part of her, it would be all over except for the lighting of the cigarettes!
She sighed, "Well...yes, I have to admit...he's right. Foot rubs are definitely a weakness of mine."
"So," Nathan smiled back at her, "now I get to do it for you, right?"
Mary laughed nervously, "You want to rub my feet, Nathan?"
"Mary, I'd like to do anything that made you feel good. But," he winked again, "let's start with that. Why don't we just talk here under the moonlight for a while, and I'll massage your feet. I think that's kind of romantic, anyway."
"What's romantic? Rubbing my feet?"
"Well, yeah...but, really, anything that makes a woman feel good. I think it's romantic to pamper a woman..to kinda spoil her."
"And you want to sit here and rub my feet....excuse me, spoil me...while we talk? Why, Nathan?"
"Well," he sighed, "I've always liked you, Mare. You're smart, fun, sexy, cute....you're the whole package. I'd like to get to know you better. I've wanted to for a long time. And if rubbing your feet while we talk gets me in the door, then I'll rub like a pro." The hopeful words were framed by a cute, sexy smile and not one, but two flirtatious winks.
She couldn't believe her ears! She'd been fantasizing about Nathan for almost as long as she'd known him, and here he was sounding like HE had to try hard to win HER! Her head was swimming. She tried to think of something clever to say, but her brain froze. The intellect she'd always been so proud of suddenly and stubbornly seized up on her...squealing to a hissing stop like a barreling locomotive after someone had pulled the emergency brake. Her mouth hung open waiting for the words that never came.
"C'mon, Mare. Put your feet on my lap and let me pamper you a little bit. Then we can talk about anything you like...all night if you like. It'd be a shame to let such a romantic place as this go to waste, no?"
Mary was in a trancelike state as she slowly slid around to face him, plopping her feet in his lap. Smiling at her, Nathan unbuckled her sandals and took them off of her. Moments after the second sandal was placed on the sand next to the first, she felt Nathan's strong hands massaging her feet. He was good. It was a forceful kneading of her foot flesh with strong, but careful hands. It was so soothing, relaxing. It did indeed make her weak. She wondered how long it would be before she'd go from just relaxed to "open to suggestion" And she wondered just what those suggestions might be. She remembered how she'd always told herself that if Nathan ever wanted her sexually, she would never even think of saying no. With a shiver of expectation, she wondered if she'd be called upon to back up that statement...and if push came to shove...would she?
Her focus came back to the soothing hands working on her feet...and the gorgeous man who owned them. As her hazy eyes looked at the moonlit Nathan with his sparkling blue-green eyes and sweet smile, she heard him speak, though it sounded as far away as another planet in the solar system.
"Well, now," Nathan grinned, "this really seems to be working. I think I like that. So, now, while I give these cute feet of yours a nice, thorough massage, what would you like to talk about, Mare?"
His eyes glinted with glee, and Mary knew she was completely in his control. The moon, this incredible beach, being alone with Nathan, his apparent interest in her...and the piece de resistance...the gorgeous Nathan rubbing her feet with the apparent hope of working his way into her heart. Could this all be happening? Was she dreaming? Was the whole thing real? Or was she actually still back at Cedar Point in her beach chair, looking over at a dozing Nathan and concocting all of this in her oversexed little mind?
"Nathan," she sighed weakly, "you talk about anything you like. I'll try to listen, but with you massaging my feet like that, I'm not sure how much of what you say I'll absorb."
He chuckled. "Okay then. All you have to do is lie back and enjoy. I'll just rub. We can talk later."
Mary sighed and tried to focus on the moon. Nathan rubbed long and hard, turning her to mush. She found herself eager to find out what would happen when the rubbing stopped. But, for now, she just went with the relaxing, erotic flow of it. Time enough for moral dilemmas later. She was already hoping that those strong hands would soon be caressing and fondling other parts of her. Would she allow it to go that far, as she'd always told herself she would with Nathan? Oh, yes....yes.....she definitely thought so.
Bright, romantic moonlight. A soft, warm breeze blowing across her body. The faint blips and giggles of playful marine life and the lapping tide. And Nathan's finely sculpted form sitting at her feet, eyes glinting the moonlight back at her along with his grinning teeth. His hands kneading and pampering her feet. How could Mary possibly hold back the many sighs? How could she not melt from her beat-skipping heart straight to her liquefying core? She couldn't possibly have dreamed a more perfect scenario with a more perfect man. As bright as the moon was, her eyes were too hazy with desire to focus on it. Her eyelids fluttered too much to allow a clear picture of it. She gave up and just smiled in the general direction of that warm, vibrant sphere. If this wasn't a dream, then she surely must have died and gone directly to Heaven.
As her tongue began to slide to and fro between her lips, a dim corner of her brain became aware of sensation above her ankles. At first her brain didn't care. It was too inundated with satisfying stimuli to pay attention. But the tiny sparks skipping along her calves wouldn't be denied. Her eyes fluttered open more fully. Her neck lifted her head off the blanket and aimed her moonlit face toward Nathan.
The strong, tanned hands were caressing and stroking her calves. It felt almost as wonderful as the foot massage had. Her feet were still tingling from those incredibly talented fingers, and now her calves had begun to follow suit. Her eyes watched numbly as Nathan rubbed her calves, only slightly aware of the implications of such an upward climb of those hands along her body. She just sighed and watched.
Nathan noticed her watching him. "Is this okay, Mare? I'll go back to rubbing your feet if you don't trust me."
Her response was low and soft, as if whispered into a lover's ear. "I'd trust you with my life, Nathan. Besides, it just feels way too yummy for me to stop you."
Nathan smiled at the encouragement. With Mary sighing and cooing like a dove, he slowly rubbed higher and higher up her calves, eventually slipping his hands under her soft, summery dress. Consciously unaware of it, Mary squirmed. She smiled up at the warm, winking moon. Softly...oh, so softly...she breathed, "Ohhhhh, Nathan."
Again unconsciously, Mary separated her legs just a tiny bit. But as Nathan rubbed above her knees, the distance between her thighs increased. Her legs spread inch by inch as he rubbed ever higher up her thighs, the palms of his hands and pads of his fingers taking special delight in her soft inner thighs.
Mary's brain, previously relaxed and soothed, was becoming a convoluted mass of liquid fire. It bubbled over with erotic thoughts about Nathan's strong, persistent hands. It seethed with visions of his full lips replacing his hands on her inner thighs. It roiled and hissed with the desire for his masculine body to be pressed against hers, his firm, throbbing manhood inserted deeply within her yearning center.
Her mind left her. It floated free, soared high above, a hovering companion to the voyeuristic moon. From above, she saw herself lying on her back, her filmy dress hiked up to her hips, Nathan's relentless hands caressing her thighs much higher than she had thought. She saw her wicked indulgence revealed as Nathan's twinkling eyes caught sight of her softly curled, decadently unclothed mound. Sliding his hands up to her hips, raising the dress still further, she saw him lean down to kiss just below her navel. It had to be a dream.
Her eyes fluttered open again. Her entire field of vision became filled with the smiling face of the gorgeous Nathan. His tempting lips were mere inches from her own, but she was too weak to jump up and suck on them. His warm breath cascaded over her mouth and neck as his heavy breathing became more and more apparent.
When her eyes had finally focused completely on his handsome face, she saw the look of love in his eyes. It smoldered deep behind their pale, blue-green hue. Those wistful eyes focused on her lips. His hands no longer stroked her thighs. Rather, one hand was on each side of her face, holding it firmly as he gazed longingly at her mouth. The thumb of each hand lightly stroked her cheeks. He sighed as he moved his lips closer still to hers.
"My God, Mare..." he said so softly she could barely hear it, "you're so beautiful."
Mary instantly lost all will power. Her muscles became jelly. Her body temperature increased by several degrees. She became limp, weak...yielding. Her jaw dropped, more from the need to let extra air in to help her failing lungs than anything else. When it did, Nathan leaned slowly downward, traversing those last few millimeters, and pressed his mouth against hers, accepting what he saw as an invitation.
His kiss was deep, erotically tender. At the same time it was needy, insistent...brooking no resistance. He kissed her long and hard, his lips capturing hers and savoring them, his mouth clamping against hers and sucking the air from her. His tongue explored deeply and at will, savoring the moist, hot cavern of her mouth.
Mary could barely breathe, but her arms found strength. They shot up and encircled his neck, holding him firmly in place as they kissed passionately. Slowly their kisses grew hotter, the passion growing exponentially from kiss to kiss. Their tongues danced together, an elegant waltz of lust and desire. Before long, they were panting and pressing their bodies tightly against one another.
Suddenly, Nathan pulled back from her hungry mouth. Her teeth lunged forward and tried to capture his lips, to keep them from escaping, but they weren't fast enough. With a low moan of frustration, Mary opened her eyes and glared up at him. He was stroking her cheek again, looking down at her with longing eyes.
"Mary," he sighed, "I want so badly to make love with you...right here...right now. You're incredible. God, how I need you right now."
The gauntlet had been tossed. Nathan had expressed his desire to make love with her, and now the final decision rested in her hands. Was she going to make good on her promise to herself, or miss the opportunity of a lifetime? Would she risk their friendship for a moment of mad, passionate lovemaking? Could she live with herself if she let this chance pass her by? Could she live with herself if she lost the friendship of this incredible man?
"Nathan, I...." she sighed, struggling with her feelings. The look of desire in his eyes was the final, deciding factor. She trembled as she looked into those incredible eyes, saw the deep need there. Her heart pounded and her mind raced. She needed him as much as he needed her. "Oh, God, yes, Nathan....make love to me," she said, her mouth once again seeking out his.
Passionate kisses heated the warm sea air. Mouths explored and savored each other. Two hearts melted into one. They kissed so forcefully that their teeth scraped and their lips became raw. Their throats rasped with each sigh and pant. Their bodies trembled whenever and wherever they touched.
Nathan suddenly got up on his knees. When he clutched at Mary's dress, she knew what he wanted and she assisted him immediately. She sat up and raised her arms, letting him lift the soft, thin material over her head. He tossed the dress aside and instantly wrapped his arms around her totally naked body, kissing her even harder than before. After several more minutes of kissing her, his hands became bolder, exploring her body freely. She made no move to refuse him in any way.
Finally, his strong hands found something other than tired feet to rub. Insistent fingers captured her breasts as he sucked on her hungry mouth. He kneaded and fondled her soft globes, fingers exploring both gently and roughly. Nipples became the eager captives of those insistent fingers. You could almost hear her nipples squealing with glee as they hardened in Nathan's grasp.
Mary wanted Nathan naked, too. As her lips attacked his, her fingers fumbled with his swim trunks. They were tight, and hard to get a firm hold of in their kissing frenzy. "Wait," Nathan said.
Nathan kissed Mary's lips one last time before standing up. In the moonlight, the left half of his body was illuminated a ghostly white, while the right half was shadowed, making him a semi-silhouette of masculinity in the warm night air. He kicked off his sandals and then just stood there in the moonlight for a moment. Then he grabbed his trunks. Slowly, he worked his hands into the waistband and lowered them. He seemed to deliberately take his time, enticing Mary, teasing her...making her quiver with anticipation.
Nathan bent over and tugged his trunks down to his knees, then over them. He let them drop to his feet and calmly stepped out of them. Then he stood up, straight and tall. The moonlight and shadows sculpted his lean, muscular frame into a sensual work of art. The soft white light highlighted his sinewed body in all the right places, while the shadows in recessed areas clearly defined the firmly muscled arms and legs, the broad shoulders, the washboard abs. The tiny shadows of his nipples seemed to be racing across his firm, hard chest toward some unseen goal.
But it was lower, below his flat stomach with it's shadowed navel, that the soft lighting brought most prominently to Mary's eyes and senses. Standing slightly to one side, the rounded curve of his naked left buttock appeared to be contracting and relaxing, in preparation for some hopefully strenuous act to follow. And his manhood...his erect, throbbing penis...bobbed visibly in semi-shadow. The moonlight enhanced its erotic appeal. The mingled light and darkness etched every glorious detail of it into Mary's reeling mind. So thick...so round and full. The shadows played here, too...exposing every detail of its firm texture to her admiring eyes. Her mouth watered and her heart skipped several beats as she took in it's full beauty, and her mind realized it would soon be hers for the taking. Below it, Nathan's dangling jewels could barely be seen hiding in the darkness, but she knew they must be lovely, indeed. She sighed at the thought of touching them, fondling them...squeezing them in her palm. But, even in her heated state, her head dizzy with erotic thoughts, the artist in her brimmed with envy. Despite all her artistic talent, never had she been able to capture such vivid beauty on canvas. For if anything could rightfully be called a work of art, Nathan's naked, excited, masculine body was it.
Mary looked up to Nathan's face, and saw a man filled with lust. But through all his desire and need, his face was still that of the caring man she'd known for at least eleven years. He was powerful, yet gentle...lustful, yet loving. Not only did her sex organs overheat just looking at his naked form, but her heart melted knowing what kind of man he was. And just that quickly she needed him more than ever.
Mary got up on her knees, her wide eyes still taking in the totality of her naked, soon to be lover. She thrust out her hands, her arms opened wide. She could barely breathe as she exclaimed, "Nathan...take me now. Make love to me RIGHT NOW!"
In an instant, Nathan was on his knees, kissing her with all the pent up passion of someone who had loved and desired another human being for years but had never been able to express it. He held her tight. She held him just as tightly. They kissed. Their hands explored each other, leaving no stones unturned. Nathan pushed Mary down onto her back. Looking into her eyes, he said, "Mary, I just have to kiss every inch of you. You're so incredibly sexy."
Not waiting for her reply, he did just that. His lips roamed every inch of her body, top to bottom, front to back, side to side. She sighed and squirmed and moaned while he kissed her, taking whatever opportunities she could to touch or kiss him in return...but mostly just savoring the sensation of his hot, soft lips all over her body. She didn't care where he kissed, or how long he enjoyed a given part of her. It all felt so wonderful, she'd have let him kiss her totally for as long as he wanted. Every kiss, every light nibble or flick of his tongue, made her wetter and wetter. She yearned to have him deep inside her. She longed for the feel of his thick, pulsating member plunged directly into her molten core.
Suddenly, while he was kissing just along the crevice where her thigh meets her abdomen, Mary felt Nathan shiver. He moaned. He sighed, "Oh, Mary...I need you so," and before she knew it he was again kissing her mouth passionately. But this time he was doing much more.
His strong arms had spread her legs wide. With a breathless, barely audible moan and another shiver...he entered her. Mary gasped as his hot, erect organ worked its way deep into her, filling her as completely as she'd ever been filled in her life, both physically and emotionally.
Mary lifted her legs and wrapped them around Nathan. But rather than just wrapping them around his waist, she moved them up higher, just below his shoulder blades, giving him total access to her burning nest. Nathan approved, doubling the force and tempo of his thrusting.
Apparently he was quite the talker during sex. As he passionately kissed her face and nuzzled her neck, he whispered deliciously sexy thoughts and feelings into her ears. During his unbridled passion, he bared his soul to her, telling her how much he wanted her, how long he'd desired her. He told her she was the most beautiful woman alive. He told her he worshipped every inch of her body. He said that kissing any part of her was like savoring the sweetest of sweets, and that any man with eyes and a brain would want her. With her eyes closed, feeling him thrust into her again and again, Mary absorbed it all, every word fueling her own fires.
Nathan sucked her mouth hotly as he thrust his thickness into her. Then he hungrily devoured her ears, neck and shoulders on his way down to her erect nipples. He sucked them hard, nipped them with his teeth. He licked around and around the aureolas with his firmed tongue, never once slackening his dizzying thrusting pace. Mary could only ride on the incredible wave of pleasure. Whenever he kissed her mouth, she sucked at his tongue for all she was worth.
Nathan became a rutting animal. Everything he did was at a dizzying pace, like he wanted to do everything to her at once. In mid thrust he suddenly sat bolt upright, pulling Mary up with him. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, bucking his hips as she sat on his lap. She took the initiative to help in this endeavor, squirming and hopping feverishly on his throbbing scepter.
Then again he forced her down on her back...but then rolled her onto her side. Straddling one of her legs, he lifted the other up over his shoulder. One hand held her belly firmly, while the other braced tightly against the small of her back. With her calf and ankle alongside his cheek, he fucked her soundly from a sideways position, kissing and licking her calf and ankle as he pushed his swollen manhood into her over and over again. Mary's body rippled from the force of it, and she fought to keep control.
After deliciously long minutes, Nathan again switched positions. With the speed of a cobra, he quickly grasped her raised leg and brought it across his chest, flipping her onto her stomach. She flopped onto her belly with a startled gasp, but adapted immediately to the new position, awaiting eagerly the continuation of his thrusting. She didn't wait long. Lifting her hips up, pulling her into the classic doggie position, Nathan reinserted himself between her legs and continued his pounding of her sex. Her panting breath blew tiny grains of sand off the blanket in rapid, gasping puffs of swirling air.
Nathan's hands once again found her breasts, which they plundered at will. His lips found her neck, kissing and sucking madly. His tongue played there, too, before finding soft, sweet ears to savor. Mary's flesh continued to ripple with the force of his animalistic thrusts...all save her breasts, held firmly in his groping hands.
As Nathan neared release, his hands abandoned Mary's soft breasts and tender nipples. They found their way down to her hips, to hold her fast for his impending explosion. Mary knew he was about to ejaculate, because his thrusting intensified, each slam of his groin against her bottom harder and faster than the last. She knew that she, too, was about to explode, and couldn't wait for it. But mostly she wanted to feel Nathan's hot liquid spurting into her, filling her deeply. For every intense thrust Nathan provided, Mary reciprocated in kind, until they were slamming together like mad, humping animals.
Holding Mary's hips firmly, Nathan shivered from head to toe. His tightened sack squeezed its fertile load into the shaft of his throbbing organ, forcing it out of him...and into her. Mary gasped as the first volley slammed hotly against her sugar walls. She writhed and squirmed and moaned with each satisfying spurt. She too shivered. When Nathan screamed her name, the shivers turned white hot, and she rammed herself against him, gyrating her hips, squeezing his shaft with her greedy vaginal muscles to keep him right where he was. With a head to toe shudder almost exactly the same as Nathan's, her pussy contracted and spasmed, sending her own fluids mingling with his. Both of them were moaning now, bellowing each others names.
If anything, when Mary came it intensified Nathan's orgasm, and his potent thrusts began to lift her sore knees off the wrinkled, sandy blanket. She tried to scratch the intense, pleasantly annoying itch by slamming herself against Nathan with mind-numbing force, and he was only too happy to counter her moves. Even as they came together, they didn't seem to be totally satisfied. Each tried to out-hump the other, thrusting and slamming and gyrating against each other, hoping to finally ease that nagging itch. Nathan continued to spurt into her, and she continued to flow around him. For long minutes the rutting continued, until exhaustion overcame their depleted bodies.
Mary collapsed, followed by the drained and gasping Nathan. She lay on her side, and he, hands still holding her hips, lay behind her. Sweating and sucking for air, they lay still entwined, Nathan's organ still inside her, though just beginning to deflate. Slowly, they regained themselves. The adrenaline coursing through them, spurred on by copious amounts of sexual hormones, began to finally dissipate. As they approached normal breathing again, Mary rolled onto her back, turning to look Nathan in his beautiful, blue-green eyes. She rolled slowly, enjoying the feeling of his softening penis vacating her inch by delicious inch. She stroked his cheek with her finger and kissed him on the mouth. They kissed gently, but thoroughly, mouths savoring and exploring each other. The kiss was long, sensual, laced with a sigh.
"That was lovely, Nathan....just amazing." Her lips and eyes smiled together at him.
"YOU'RE amazing, Mary," he beamed down at her. "I've never enjoyed sex so much in my life."
"Oh, get out of here, Nathan. Now I KNOW you're bullshitting me. You've had some of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen. Please, don't even BEGIN to compare me to them."
"Beauty does not make a woman sexy, Mare," he replied, his eyes brimming with total honesty. "I've known some beautiful women who aren't sexy at all. But you...you're not only very easy on the eyes, but you're sexy, too."
"Nathan, get outta...."
"I would never lie to you, Mare....not ever," he said, putting his finger to her lips to stifle any debate that might be forming there.
"Well....I don't know...." she finally said, unable to accept what he was saying, despite the honesty in his eyes.
"Mare, I've wanted to do that for several years now. I think I've been in love with you for at least half a dozen years. But the sex...well, I've wanted THAT forever." He grinned widely and winked several times in rapid succession.
"Wait," she said, her heart pounding, "Back up, Nathan. What did you say? Did you say...'LOVE'?"
He looked at her, smiled, and nodded slowly. "I've been crazy about you for a long time. I can't believe you never noticed. Actually, I thought you did but you just weren't interested."
"What?! No way!....I mean....why didn't you ever say anything?" She could barely breathe as she looked at him incredulously.
"Honestly, like I said, I thought you just weren't interested. Every time I was without a girlfriend, you seemed to have a guy. And every time I found a woman, you seemed to be solo again. I thought sure you knew I wanted you but you just had other plans for your personal life....ones that didn't include me. I mean, I know we've been good friends and all, but I thought maybe I just wasn't your type."
Wide eyed, her whole body trembling with frustration (despite her current sexually satisfied state), Mary reared back her arm and swung it around, swatting him hard on the shoulder. The strong muscle it connected with barely flinched. "Are you insane?!! Are you out of your fucking mind?!! Do you have any idea how much time we've wasted...how long we could've been together by now? Do you?!!"
Nathan looked at her as if she'd grown a second head. He appeared genuinely befuddled. The look was so humorous that Mary's anger gave way instantly to peels of laughter. Even if he hadn't looked so boyishly, sweetly confused, she'd have had to laugh at the supreme irony of it. Both of them had contented themselves with a deep friendship rather than risk making fools of themselves by wearing their hearts on their sleeves. Each had been sexually attracted to the other for years, but too afraid to make any moves, to speak their true, deep feelings for one another.
"You mean," Nathan whispered, leaning to nibble her ear, "I AM your type, Mare?"
"Nathan," she sighed heavily, "I can't think of any woman who's type you're NOT...except maybe a lesbian...and even SHE might consider changing sides for you."
He laughed again, and the sound of it was soothing, warmer even than the summer breeze. Then he again held Mary's face in his hands, kissing her face gently all over. "So, then, maybe we should get to know each other even better...see where things might lead?"
"Nathan, I'd love that. I would love that very, very much."
"And maybe," he winked, "we can have some more of that fantastic sex you just drove me crazy with?"
"Nathan," she cooed, stroking his chin, "you can have me any time you want me. In fact, I made that promise to myself many years ago."
"Really?" He seemed intrigued now, and as frustrated by the irony of the situation as Mary was. All those wasted years. All those moonlit nights they could've been naked on this very beach enjoying one another. But then he made a decision. If all those years together had been missed, then it was up to the two of them to make up for lost time. They owed it to themselves...to balance out the lost embraces with ongoing ones that would carry them into the future. With a grin, he licked Mary's lips with the tip of his tongue. "Well, then, I think I want you again. This beach and the moonlight are too lovely to be wasted on anything but lovemaking. So, if I can have you any time I want you...I want you again...now."
Smiling back up at him, Mary reached down, gliding her fingertips along his hard, tanned body. Her fingers briefly squeezed his ass, finding it firm but just soft enough to be enjoyed. Then she moved her hand around to his front, and it found what it sought. His firmest muscle of all swelled in her grasp, and she could feel every detail of its surface, her fingers registering every inch of its veined surface even more intricately than the moonlight had when he had stood towering over her almost an hour ago. She smiled at its pulsating thickness and hardness.
"Oh, yes, Nathan," she sighed, "you can have me again. And I'll be happy to take you again, too."
Nathan began to kiss her passionately, but then stopped suddenly. He looked to his side, raising his head to aim his eyes at the brilliant moon, and then lowered it to gaze at the horseshoe shaped beach below. His smile shone brightly in the moonlight. His eyes again twinkled.
"I've never been grateful to an inanimate object before," he said, seemingly out of the blue, "but I am now."
"What are you talking about?" Mary asked, eager to get her lips back on his.
"Your painting," he replied, "It got us together. After all these years, that psychic painting of yours managed to bring us together when we ourselves couldn't seem to do it."
"Yeah," she said, momentarily deep in thought. "But, Nathan?"
"Yeah, beautiful?" he answered, his shimmering eyes working their way into her soul.
"Let's think about that later, okay? Let's just get back to what we were doing, shall we?"
"Mmmm...you bet."
Again their lips locked. Bodies came together. Hands and fingers explored freely and more boldly than ever. They savored each other tenderly and with burning passion. They joined, became one, writhed in pleasure...moaned and proclaimed their love in panting gasps. With the moon ogling their animal lust, the sea murmuring words of encouragement and the warm shore breeze caressing their naked bodies, Mary and Nathan engaged in delicious hours of lovemaking...until the leering moon gave way to the rising sun.
And as the sun crept up over the horizon, banishing the reluctant moon, the peaceful little beach was bathed in color. As the two lovers sighed and moaned their desire for one another, bright reds and purples and pinks dappled the receding sea...tinting water, sand, rocks and lovers alike in resplendent morning hues...looking exactly like Mary's prophetic painting.
END
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sunrise...sunset...who can tell the difference? If a person is standing in an unfamiliar place, unable to tell the time and not knowing in which direction he or she is looking, might not a sunrise be mistaken for a sunset? It's an easy mistake to make. And whereas sunset connotes an ending, sunrise symbolizes a new beginning. In the case of Mary and Nathan, a painting was mistakenly thought to be a sunset. A beautiful one, but a sunset nonetheless. In reality, it was a sunrise...a sunrise promising a new day, a new and bright future of many loving sunrises...and sunsets...to come. Sometimes, when human beings can't quite make things work out the way they're supposed to, a higher power takes over...and makes things right. Fate is always the hunter...and sometimes that can be a very good thing.
"Mary By Moonlight" copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003
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A Time to Say Goodbye
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https://www.literotica.com/s/a-time-to-say-goodbye
| 4.65 | null |
Romance
|
I was thinking about you again today; but that's nothing new because I think about you every day, every hour, every minute, every second; even in my dreams there is no escaping you. You have taken over my mind, body and soul. Why can't you leave me in peace? Why won’t you release me from this limbo I am in? Let me move on with my life and maybe find a love that's real - a love that I can feel. A love that is given back to me instead of this total aching need I have for you.
I really do try to let you go, I flirt and dance with other men but can only imagine I’m in your arms. As they hold me to their chests; my head resting against them as their hands caress my back. They move down to cup the cheeks of my bottom pulling me in close to feel the hardness growing in them. When I push them away, do they see me as a tease or do they see the pain in my eyes of a woman still in love with another man?
When I lie alone in my bed, with darkness all around me, I can hear your breathing - feel your lips on mine, feel you moving down my body searching out all the hidden places. Brushing against the swell of my nipples as they respond under the touch of tender hands… but they are not your hands, are they? Never yours, only mine.
As I am forced to respond to the growing need, thoughts of you rise inside me. The heat spreads through my body as fingers seek out the hot moist place buried between my legs, moving slowly over my clit the juices flowing as a tingling grows. I have to have this release. I am drowning in my need for you but as I bring myself to another unsatisfactory orgasm I feel so empty, so unfulfilled. I need to have your hardness inside me. Feel you slide it in and out, our movements speeding up as our bodies become one.
When I try to find solace in my favorite place down on the beach, my thoughts turn to you as I sit staring at the sea, It laps against the shore. In my mind I can see us there – together, laughing, as we walk along the water’s edge with our hands entwined. I can see us lying down together in the shadows of the sand dunes your mouth seeking mine, your lips caressing my neck as your hands move down to remove my clothes. My fingers stroking you, my mouth licking the saltiness of the sea from your body and my hands moving down to release your growing hardness. I can see you move over me and my legs opening to receive you, wrapping around your waist as I pull you deep inside. My body grinding against yours as I move in time to your thrusts; see our bodies tremble as our orgasms take over.
I find no release from you or my thoughts even when I take a walk in the woods. You are there, leaning against a tree my fingers caressing you as my mouth loves you, my lips moving up and down your shaft, my tongue licking away your pre cum and sucking you deep into my mouth. I see your hips moving as your thrusts get faster your breathing heavier as you feel the warmth and wetness inside my mouth. I feel the swelling and pulsating of your cock as my tongue continues licking the head, plunging into the opening as I suck the shaft deep into my throat, my fingers cupping and stroking your balls. Then the shuddering of your body as your cum fills my mouth as I suck and lick you dry.
In the shower you are there. We are massaging shower gel onto each others bodies. The hot soapy water is running in rivers down our bodies, your mouth moving over my breasts, licking on my nipples as you take turns sucking each one into your mouth. I open my legs for you as your head moves down, your tongue plunging deep into my body, locking your lips over my clit as you suck it deep into your mouth. Your tongue continues licking inside me as an orgasm rushes though me. You push me back against the cold tiles and thrust your cock into me, ramming it home hard and fast. I hold you tight to me, my mouth closing over yours as our cum meets and mixes together.
I know if you could read this you would think it was not love but lust that I feel but nothing could be less true. Did you not know that you were the only man I ever truly loved and whom I felt secure enough to want to explore my sexuality with? But it does not matter now, does it? Maybe I should have told you all this before… but now it's too late and you are lost to me.
Why did you leave me alone to live everyday with this emptiness inside me? We could have been so good together. Didn't you know how much I loved you? How I adored you and worshiped the very ground you walked on?
I knew you were scared but I never really understood what you were scared of. Me? Was I too pushy? Did I show my love for you too much or not enough? Or were you afraid you were not man enough to cope with my needs?
Did you not realize that my love for you could have released that man that I could see was crying out to be understood? Did you know that when I looked into your eyes I could see the loneliness and emptiness of an unfulfilled soul? I could have helped you to overcome your worries, shown you how to open your heart and unlock the passions buried deep inside you. I could have shown you how to give and receive love, proved to you that you are all the man you ever hoped you could be!
Do these thoughts of mine reach out to you in the dead of the night? Do you hear my cries? Do you understand that my tears are not only for me but for you too; for the cruel waste of a man that was always there, but you let the spirit die. You let the one thing that could bring you alive, slip away from you.
You once told me you loved me. How will I ever know if that was true or just empty words said because that's what you thought I wanted to hear? That's why I cannot move on, because even if the truth would have hurt me I needed to know it.
Why is it that the one I need the most, the only one who could take away this pain, has to be the one who caused it? Did you ever really know or care how very much I loved you? I think you most likely did know but will I ever have the privilege of ever knowing if you really did love me?
Somehow I don't think I ever will! so maybe the times come for me to try to say GOODBYE.
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Forever Knight Ch. 1
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https://www.literotica.com/s/forever-knight-ch-1
| 4.33 | null |
Romance
|
The year is 1312
It was a cool spring night in the small town of K'veer. Athena was at her favorite spot. A secluded area only she and one other knew about four Miles into the woods east of town there was a hidden passage leading to a beautiful pond. The water rippled out from under a small clef and sounds of a distant waterfall could be heard. It was at its most beautiful time now. Everything was in bloom. The trees hung heavily over the water as if the branches were trying to touch the glasslike surface. Flowers of all colors were scattered throughout the thick grass and the moonlight shimmered softly off the water casting a serene and peaceful glow over everything.
Athena sat on a downed tree branch were her and her best friends names were carved deep into the bark. With a sigh she put out her candle to gather the full feel of the ponds serenity. Slipping her feet into the water she leaned her head back letting it hang off her shoulders. This was her favorite place to be. The only place were nothing else mattered. She felt herself drift into thought until an owl's hoot brought her back. With a sigh she let the troubles of the day leave her. Watching her reflection in the mirror-like lake she began to think of Duo. She smiled thinking how he used to play his reed flute here while she sang. Their friendship was a strong one. She smiled thinking of how he always protected her from the time they were children to even now. She looked down. A small tear formed in her eye. Duo had been called off to fight in the on going war with Remaria by the King's General. She hated fighting, but hated Duncan, the General even more. He only cared about himself and his benefits. When she watched Duo ride off, sword in hand, she had a sick feeling she'd never see him again.
Brushing off the thought of her best friend dying she began to hum. It was the tune they played together. "Green Sleeves" She leaned forward to draw on the surface of the water with her finger as she hummed louder. Closing her eyes she began to sing.
"Alas my love, you do me wrong to cast me off so discourteously.....For I have loved you Oh, so long... Delighting in your company..."
This is were he would come in. Playing his reed. They performed this many times in the square. As she continued she could almost hear him in her mind. Playing as she sang.
"Green Sleeves which my lady wore... Green Sleeves was my joy of joys.....Green sleeves, my heart of gold... All for my lady... Green Sleeves."
When the song was over a note of a reed flute still hung heavily in the air.
"Athena...."
Frightened by the sudden voice of another, someone invading her privacy, she spun around almost afraid of what she was going to see, although part of her already knew.
"Duo...." She gasped as she stood shocked. Like she was looking at a ghost.
"Athena..." He said smiling as she stepped closer to him. He met her step as she broke into a run to greet him. Wrapping her arms around him she squeezed him tightly. He dropped his Flute and hugged her back. Carefully he lifted her off her feet and spun her gently. Resting her back on the grown he pushed her back about an arms length with his hands on her shoulders.
"You look beautiful..." he whispered as he smiled. Truth was she didn't but she always looked beautiful to him. Her long dark hair was tied back loosely and she was only wearing a white cotton gown with a tied bodice. Very common.
" I am so happy to see you" She said as a tear rolled down her check. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"Shh...." He said as he placed a finger over her lips. "Come sit with me... There is something I need to tell you." Still in shock she followed as he led her back to the branch and startled it so he could face her as she sat down. "I wanted to tell you before but... I was afraid..." He took her ands and looked down.
"Duo, I..." She started
"Shhh, Please. Let me finish.... When I was at war.... I watched as all my friends.... My whole company was.... Was wiped out. I barely escaped myself. " he paused to place his hand over his shoulder as he winced. "I laid against a tree while the medic bandaged my wound. All I could think about was you. I was so scared I'd never see you again... afraid of dying without being able to tell you...to tell you I love you..." Even before the words rolled off his lips Athena was crying.
"I always have, Athena ... and I always will." He finished his sentence as he pulled her close to him wrapping her tightly in his arms.
"Oh...Duo!" She cried. " I love you too!" He could feel her holding on to him as she cried. Smiling he began to run his fingers through her hair. A few moments passed when he lifted her chin so she was looking at him.
"Don't cry...." He smiled as he wiped the tears off her face. She smiled as she felt the warmth of his hand on her face. He brushed the hair away from her face as her eyes locked with his. Time seemed to stand sill until she was brought back to reality by Duo's lips gently pressed against hers. Everything seemed to cease to exist as if all that were there were her and Duo. He cupped her face in his hands and drew her closer as he kissed her, letting his feelings free for the first time. Her hands wrapped around him as she untied his long dark hair and ran her fingers through it. She moaned softly as he ran his hand down her side and pulled her against him by the small of her back. Pulling away for a moment he stood up to remove his cloak and lay it in the thick grass.
"Come sit with me...please." He said gesturing to the cloak. She got up slowly and made her way over to him and sat on his cloak while he removed his sword and armor. Sitting next to her he smiled and took her hand. Again they locked eyes as her brought her hand to his lips and gently kisses her soft skin. Blushing she smiles and turned her head. Duo again lifted her chin to face him. He smiled wanting to say something but not having the words. Athena leaned up and kissed his cheek. He smiled and turned his head to kiss her lips gradually increasing the passion. He again pulled her close and very slowly began to lay her down never breaking the kiss. His hand caressed her face as he still held her with his other arm. He hands again found his hair and she began to caress his back as the kiss intensified. Slowly Duo began to move his hand from her face to her neck, tracing her jaw line and collar bone. She sighed as his touch set her on fire. His hand reached her shoulder and slipped down her cotton sleeve until he felt the soft skin of her upper arm. She moaned softly and pulled up his shirt and ran her hands over his back. Still kissing her he carefully began to untie her bodice. Feeling the material loosen around her breast excited her. Never had she felt this way before now. As he opened her bodice she pulled up his shirt and breaking the kiss for the first time, she pulled it over his head and under hers as a pillow. Using her finger she gently traced the lines of his muscles, careful to avoid his bandaged shoulder. She could see many scars and a few scrapes but over all his body was a work of art. He smiled down at her as he touched her face then placed his hand over her shoulder.
"Duo...." Athena whispered.
"Yes..?"He said his voice barely above a whisper inches from her face. The expression on her face was indescribable. Her eyes reflected the moonlight and her breath cast gently over his lips.
"Make love to me..." Her whisper was so faint he was scarcely sure he heard her but got the message when her lips met his. She held the back of his head gently as she pulled him into her kiss. His arms wrapped around her tightly as her untied bodice slipped off her shoulders revealing her creamy skin. A soft excited moan escaped Duo's lips as he sat her up, still kissing her and caressing her back. He slipped off her bodice and slowly moved his kissing down her jaw line and neck. He nibbled softly on her ear then moved down to her collar bone. Slipping the shoulder of her gown down a little more he began to kiss her shoulder.
Athena sighed in pleasure as his kisses continued. He slowly began to unbutton her dress down the front still kissing her. Her breathing became quicker as he let the soft material slide off her shoulders as she slipped her arms out and modestly hid herself. Duo smiled.
"Don't be shy..." He said as he touched her face. "Athena ... you have the body of a Godess. "Athena blushed hearing his words. She let him lay her down again as he smiled at her. Only a moment passed before they were again locked in a passionate kiss. Duo touched her face as they kissed and slowly moved it down her body until he was at her side. Slowly he moved his hand back up and gently began to message her breast.
She jumped and softly gasped at the feeling of being touched for the first time. She touched his shoulder as he kissed her nipples and then her stomach. Sitting up he removed her dress and stood. He smiled down at her and untied his pants, letting them fall to into the grass. He knelt beside her and touched her face. Tracing her hand down her neck and then the side of her body until her was at her hip. Leaning forward he kissed her collar bone and then gently kissed her nipple as he touched her for the first time with his hands. Instinctively she froze and grabbed his hand to stop him.
"Shh... Athena. Its OK..." Duo said in a soft reassuring tone. The kind a father might use to assure his child that there is no monster under the bed. He kissed her lips and held the side of her face as he once again touched her. She was scared but her body betrayed her. She was soaked. Duo carefully penetrated her body. Fist with on finger, then two. Athena gasped at each movement, her nails digging deep and trailing long scratched down his back and side. After he was sure she was ready he stopped and looked at her.
"Are you ready?" He asked, his voice as shaky as hers. She nodded a scared reply. He smiled and looked at her for a long moment. "I love you..." He said softly as he positioned himself between her legs. She smiled as he pulled her close. Carefully he placed his equipment against her most sensitive area and slowly pushed forward. He responded to each of her gasps by stopping to make sure she was OK. After a few minutes of preparation, he completely entered her body. Her muscles tightened at the wonderful never before felt passion that now surged through her body. Her arms wrapped around his neck and he began to move gently. Slowly at first then when he was sure she would be OK, he slightly quickened the pace. She responded immediately, her body matching each of his movements. She scratched and bit at his neck and shoulder as he kept the rhythm grunting with each trust. Their bodies, meeting for the first time, becoming one together for ever.
The moon rose higher as the sky darkened a bit. With in a few moments the sky opened up to a light summer rain. As the first drops of water touched his back Duo pulled her so close to him she thought she would stop breathing, and moaned deeply in her ear. She in turn spasmed repeatedly and the two convulsed in a wonderful, passionate moment of simulations copulation. He collapsed on top of her as the rain fall with more intensity. Their heavy breaths lost to the pounding of the rain on the once placid pond. Athena's body slacked as the muscles in her body finally relaxed. She wrapped her arms around him as the rain washed over their tired bodies.
"Athena..." He whispered, his voice still shaky. " I love you..."
"I love you too... My Duo..." She sighed as he pulled his cloak over them. There under the moon light, under the rain they held each other for a small eternity.
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"duo",
"forbiddon",
"athena",
"unrequited",
"romance",
"mideival",
"destiny"
] |
Thinking of My Woman
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/thinking-of-my-woman
| 4.22 | null |
Reviews & Essays
|
She is so sexy. Everything about her makes my pulse race. She hits my brain and my cock with a ferocity I have never felt with anyone else. I love having her on my mind. It is special, and fills me with powerful emotions and thoughts. Her voice oozes with come-on, and her eyes sparkle with seductiveness. She is my wet witch. And the spell she casts is one of desire and womanhood. I love feeling her knickers seep with liquid passion. It is one of the greatest pleasures of my life to put my hand up her skirt and stroke her pouting cunt lips through the material. I get so excited touching her womanly pussy. She tells me at times that it is a real dirty bitch and welcomes all the attention it can get. When she talks like this to me I feel helpless and find it difficult to restrain myself from fucking her. She has told me she loves cock. Loves the feel of it inside her. Her cunt doesn’t seem to have any morals. And when I am touching her I often can’t help thinking about other men who had this pleasure with her. She has told me about them, and so this picture has already been created in my mind for instant recall. She knows she gives me a dirty mind. Heightens all my senses by feeding it with tease. No one does this better than her. I encourage her to do it. But it comes natural to her. She loves me, and I know she would do anything to please me. And I would for her too. We give each other that power and entrust our frailties as well as our strength to each other. We want each other’s approval and smile of satisfaction. But I love her to be hungry and selfish within sex. I like her to get where she wants to go. The look on her face when she is like that is Siren-like and uncompromising. It is perfect. Time can never take that away from her, nor stop me from being set on fire by it. It is a treasure to have a woman who likes to fuck. To have the woman of your dreams who likes to fuck is a mind-blowing treasure. To have the love of your life wanting you to fuck her is a fantasia of reality and pleasure.
It is so difficult not to become aroused when I think of her. Even the most mundane thoughts seem to always lead to excitement. As I write this she is in work. She told me how the men employees, tease her about her sex life. She feels their horny eyes on her when she walks by them. Some women might shrink against such banter. But she tells me she doesn’t. That it can even excite her knowing that they are imagining themselves there. I like the fact that she handles it. I don’t want anyone to offend her, but if sexual innuendo is all that goes on then I want her to rise to the occasion. I know what men are like. Their cocks will always get the better of them. The right woman can outwit and certainly out tease any man. I have every confidence in her ability to do this. I like her ego being fed and think it is right to let her mind embrace it. She is at her sexiest when she feels good about herself. It doesn’t necessarily have to come from me. But I always want the final product. I don’t care who makes her horny as long as when she wants action it is with me.
This is one of the reasons why I get so aroused when she goes out to a nightclub without me. Whether she would fully admit it or not, she must at times get a rush being beyond my reach, and being seen as a single woman. She told me it was her friend who got all the attention the last time she was out. To say I find that very hard to believe is an understatement. Nonetheless it is what she told me and I do believe her. I believe her because she has usually told me the times when she has been flirtitious.
This honesty is a big thing with me. I find it sexy that she will tell me the truth. When the time comes and I am living with her, it is going to be so important that she can still be herself. If a night has been planned out with the girls I will want her to dress sexily. I know I will pine for her when she is out and wonder what she is up to, but I think we will need to keep this in our lives.
I fantasise about her coming in slightly drunk and a little tousled from the nights proceedings.
The first thing I would do is stand up and kiss her and then slip my hand between her legs to feel her pussy. I would love it if it were already wet. More than anything I would want her to know how much I missed her. I want her to be happy she is home, but also hope that she had a great night. An exciting one. If she was chatted up and got closer than perhaps she should of, on the dance floor with someone then that is fine. As long as she enjoyed it. I like her existing within her own womanhood. I don’t want to be a shackle to her excitement. I trust her. I want her to feel excited that she has a man like me. That she lives with a man like me. I trust her not to go too far with any attention she might get from other men. But there is nothing wrong with her enjoying it and even playing up to it a little. If she didn’t have that then perhaps I wouldn’t fancy her as much myself. I need my sexy woman.
Her breasts and body have become fuller since she gave up smoking a year ago and she loves it. I think it’s fucking great that having bigger tits have gave her so much added confidence. I know that she loves men looking at them. Even when I am sitting with her she pushes them out. She is not frightened to give someone an eyeful. Sometimes I even get the impression she would love to start massaging them no matter where we are. I love seeing her like that. A woman feeling sexy and happy about herself. I’m the one who gets to suck those big nipples of hers and she has every reason to be proud of them. Mmmmm just thinking about us on her leather sofa the last time. Her juicy wet cunt lowered on to my cock and her luscious tits being sucked and licked by my tongue and lips. Oh my what a hot sexy bitch she is…
I am so fucking horny thinking about her. I ‘m going to have to go and masturbate. It doesn’t compare with the real thing …but will have to do for now…I wonder if she will masturbate this evening too? Do you think she will mind me pulling the cock of myself thinking about her? I certainly don’t mind her rubbing her clit with dirty thoughts in her head. I hope she gets herself real juicy. …I’m definatley going to have to get her a big dildo to make sure she doesn’t crave too much for the real thing while I am not there. Fuck that is exciting too. Watching her work a big wank stick between those lips. I hope she never changes.
An ongoing diary that I use to feel close to my woman when we are apart
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[
"love",
"likes fuck",
"real thing"
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Pregnant and In Love
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/pregnant-and-in-love
| 4.1 | null |
Fetish
|
I've always wanted to make sure I was set in life before I had kids. I wanted to be a college grad, maybe a businesswoman, with a wonderful husband.
As life happened, and tiny tragedies ate away at my dreams, I began to accept I would never be that independent, wealthy woman I once dreamed of being.
I enrolled at a community college and took some general courses. Being a fairly pretty girl, I met a boy, and the obvious happened.
He was my first. We had sex pretty often, always with protection, but I always craved more.
I was almost resentful. He was perfectly contented to have that piece of rubber between us as we made love.
That's when I began venturing away from my boyfriend. I felt confident that I was a good love maker, and I wanted the same. I dressed sexier, and batted my eyelashes as I pleased.
Ashley was nineteen, a beautiful, tall, lean young man with blonde hair and heavenly blue eyes. He was a happy-go-lucky boy who carried a sweet smile and a blush in his cheeks with him wherever he went.
Though he was only two years younger than me, the thought of a slightly younger man excited me. He also didn't know much about sex at all, so I was free to tell him what I wanted.
When we had sex for the first time I told him I was having my period in a couple days, so the chances of getting pregnant were almost nonexistent.
He was trusting. He mounted me as I put my backside in the air.
I loved the feel of a hard man entering me, filling me, without anything betweeen us. Ashley was so warm.
He managed to reach depths that Ryan never could. His long-fingered left hand was on my left hip, controlling my movement and helping him thrust.
I heard myself muttering feelings I didn't know were inside me. I fell in love with him as he put both his hands over mine, to be sure I wouldn't move, and came with a powerful grunt.
I came reasonably hard myself, but I felt instantly let down. I had had what I wanted: a beautiful young man cumming in me without protection, and yet I was unsatisfied.
I watched Ashley as he drifted into a light sleep mere inches from my body. He looked at me with love, and his delicate eyelashes closed as he exhaled, letting out some sleepy noises.
He was an angel. I put my hand on his bare abs, feeling his breath.
I didn't want to go out and find someone else. I just wanted Ashley to be all I needed.
In my own dream I saw impossible visions. I saw tiny organisms flooding in through the door and into the room, cornering me on my bed. Then, they fought eachother to crawl inside of me. As terrified as I was, I felt myself being rocked and shaken to sexual bliss. I orgasmed violently as they attacked my womb, impregnating me. I could still hear Ashley sleeping in a distant part of my mind.
I woke up then, putting my hand on my lonely belly, wishing for things that were just wrong. I didn't really want to raise anyone or have a kid, I just wanted that connection with Ashley, and to have someone growing inside me.
I was half-weary as I mounted the young blonde man. He had that same sweet smile etched on his face. My hands slid up his torso as I pressed my sex against his groin.
His sky blue eyes opened as he became hard. I put my hands on his hard shoulders, determined in my pursuit.
"I love you," he told me.
"I love you, too."
I then proceeded to slide down on his cock, coating him with my slippery slickness. I wanted my fluids to rain down his thighs and puddle on the mattress, as far off as that seems.
His hands were relaxed as they gripped my lower back, trying to keep me in place, to keep a nice slow fuck, but I had other ideas. I pushed down hard, wiping the smile off his angelic face and replacing it with a strained expression. I started riding his cock up and down, making the best of his eight inches.
He came then, not as hard as before, but I felt it very nicely. I didn't cum but I knew I'd have my chance.
Ashley didn't look quite satisfied either. I got down and put my lips on his sensitive manhood, stirring up new ideas in his innocent mind. I then took him in my mouth, feeling a slight twitching on his part.
He knew he was at my mercy. He whimpered a little as my tongue moved up and down his shaft, urging him to become fully hard.
When he was back to his complete size and hardness, I gave his rod one last passionate french kiss and then took my head off of him.
Ashley said, "No, let me make love to your mouth."
"No," I replied, without a hint of flirtation in my voice.
I then laid on my back, with shaky Ashley nervously rubbing his cock.
He moved between my legs, kissing my mouth, tasting his own cock in it. I felt his soft hair and skin, so grateful that things might go my way.
I raked my nails down his back, feeling a tear stroll down my cheek. I wondered if it was love or just too much sex.
He slid in easily since I was so wet from before. He made semi-long thrusts, not wanting to get too far away from me. I wanted to kiss him deeply through ever moment of it.
His body was art. Each lean limb on his frame propelled him forward, not affecting his youthful energy at all. I wrapped my arms around him, slowly becoming lost in the emotions I fight so deep inside of me.
I knew I would he would impregnate me from this. As all the pain and happiness from my life flashed before my eyes and I held the man I loved, I told him, "Yes, give me your seed. Cum so deep inside of me, Ashley. Hold me, just please, hold me."
And so he rested on top of me, burying his thick cock in as deep as it would go, nesting it. His chest came down, crushing my breasts to accomodate him. He gasped "I love you" about a hundred times as he prepared for his most powerful and loving cum inside a woman.
We both cried a little, neither of us sure of why. I felt his cock erupt hot sperm and it flooded inside me. I leaned my head back, feeling my innermost muscles spasming, overwhelming Ashley a little.
We held eachother as he grew soft and slid out of me. We woke up many hours later, with his soft cock resting on my thigh.
This dreamboat of a boy, who carried the joy of the universe in his eyes, had just impregnated me. He didn't know what he was getting into, and neither did I.
I only became hornier as the months passed. My large belly, weakened thighs, and swollen breasts hadn't really slowed me down.
Sex had actually become easier. I would just lay down and relax while Ashley performed beautifully.
But something changed at around six and a half months. My pussy had grown very demanding, to the point where that was all I could think about.
Ashley would exhaust himself trying to please me, and I really didn't want him to thik I was a slut, but I had no choice.
He was a little worried about the baby, but I knew it'd be okay. I just had to get more cum in me somehow.
As Ashley drained himself to go to school, work, and fuck me, I quit school.
I had instead decided I needed to worry about priority number one: getting male cum inside me.
A man I had met at a bar, a drunk named Phil, had assured me all the cum I could handle.
Twice a day he'd come over to fill me up good and eat.
He was kinky too. He liked to smack my pregnant ass while he brutally took me from behind. It was hot. I didn't feel love for him the way I did for Ashley, but it was sex.
Another thing he liked to do was molest my now lactating breasts and drink from me. I loved it.
Slowly, he'd put his lips on my nipple, urging the milk to come out. He'd gently rub his hand on my pussy, making a velvety lather appear on his hand.
As I relaxed, he'd attempt to shove his big fist inside of me, and chew and suck hard on my breasts, letting my pregnant tits nourish his body.
As much as I loved the rough sex, I was beginning to feel a tidbit abused. I longed to have Ashley whenever I wanted, to feel his loving, long strokes penetrate me.
I felt immense guilt whenever I saw him. He was faithful, gorgeous, and hard-working. He had sacrificed his adolescence and easy life for the family I demanded we create.
His fit body would fall into a deep state of unconsciousness whenever his head hit the pillow.
And through it all, he remained madly in love with me, buying me little presents, taking me to the doctor, and giving me foot massages.
We had decided to have sex that night. He eased my clothes off my large body, being as gentle as possible.
As we slowly and easily made love, I noticed an odd difference in Ashley. As sweet and loving as he was being, I didn't see Heaven in his eyes. Infact, as impossible as it seemed, he was actually intimidating me.
I tried to relax and enjoy myself but it just wasn't happening.
Ashley leaned in and kissed my ear and then said, "What's wrong, baby?"
"Nothing." I gave him a weak smile.
"No, something is wrong," he licked my ear passionately.
"No, no," I reassured him.
"Maybe a little guilt?"
I swallowed hard, "I'm suddenly not feeling so good-"
"Too worn out from your other boyfriend?" He bit my earlobe and I screamed. "It's okay honey, I'll make you all better."
I tried to get him off of me in vain. I was caught like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. Shit, I thought. What was he going to do now? I just couldn't lose the man I love.
"If I were you, I would be a very good girl now."
"Please, please Ashley I will be, just get off of me now?"
"Baby, baby, babygirl," he began nuzzling my neck as I lied frozen stiff, "I just want you to know that I love you, and I won't accept that. Now I hear your boyfriend likes to spank your pregnant ass?"
"No honey, please no."
He pulled my weighted body down and bent me over the bed.
I couldn't help but cry. He had degraded me somehow. I was humiliated. "No please, I'll never do it again."
When he was finished, I sprawled out on the floor and sobbed at his feet. How could I have been such a fool? Only a good for nothing slutty bitch would do the type of things I'd done.
"Please hold me Ashley, I'm sorry."
"You know I want to Love, but I can't let you do that to us again." He then helped me onto the bed and put me face down.
I felt his long fingers trailing along my asshole, making me beyond nervous.
I had no warning as his cock filled my tight virgin ass, already sore from the punishment. "Ashley! Oh god no," I pouted.
How could my loving, sweet, innocent little Ashley be doing this to me? It was too much for me to take; the emotional pain along with the physical brutality, I'd struggle if only I wasn't so turned on.
"Take it all you damn cunt!" His hands pulled at my hair, scaring me slightly more.
My fingers squeezed restlessly at the mattress. I was so angry at myself. At least I wouldn't have to face him with such guilt anymore.
Now Ashley did have a good sized cock, but I can't begin to tell you how huge it felt in my ass, all that with my weight on my pregnant belly.
When the anal beating was over, he turned me over and started kissing my tears away. "Don't ever make me do that to you again."
"I promise. I love you."
"I love you too."
He then put my nipple in his mouth and forced me to nurse him. My exhausted body fed him and loved him just like he did for me.
He proceeded to fuck me one more time, making sure I was completely satisfied. We are still in love: Ashley, my love.
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Angel's Love for Daddy Ch. 1
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/angels-love-for-daddy-ch-1
| 4.19 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
I remember lying in bed at night listening to my parents make love. The moaning and sex talk would drive me nearly insane, leaving me hot and bothered until the day I found my hands rubbing my wetness. My Daddy would call my mother names that excited me. He would use the same tone with me when he spanked my bottom; little did he know with each swat my panties would become wetter.
I would understand just how much I loved my Daddy after my 18th birthday. His tall broad frame held love, comfort and discipline that I desperately craved from him.
As time passed the love making noises had come to a stop, mother was too busy with her work and friends to take care of Daddy like he needed. I found out how much he needed when I would spy him stroking himself while sitting on the end of their bed. He would slowly stroke his shaft while I secretly stood in the hallway rubbing my wetness. I knew it was not right for me to watch him.
One Saturday morning after my mother went to work I snuck upstairs to watch him. There he was freshly out of the shower, his white robe open, big firm fist sliding up and down his shaft. Daddy was so beautiful, strong, and sexy; it took all I had not to run in the room to help him. Although once I was there I wasn't sure what I would do, or what to do. I did not have to wait long to find out.
"Angle, why don't you come sit next to Daddy? Aren't you tired of always standing out there watching?" His voice startled me; I felt a twinge of something deep inside me making my vagina contract.
"Don't be shy honey, you've been watching Daddy for some time now. Come closer and kneel in front of me." Without hesitation I knelt in front of my Daddy his throbbing manhood only inches from my face. A strong urge surged through me to reach out and touch it, but I looked up at him first.
"Daddy can I touch it," holding my breath in anticipation for him to answer. I felt his hand against my chubby little cheek with a feather light touch he strokes my face, his thumb barely gliding across my curious lips. He smiled down at me and I felt the love in his stare.
"Oh, my angel face, I have waited for this moment for so very long." He took my small hand in his larger one, slowly letting me grasp his hot member while his hand closed over mine. His eyes closed, he moaned loudly as I began my first journey into loving Daddy to the fullest.
I watched his face change as his thickness increased, my face flushed as he instructed me what to do next. "Angel, you are being very naughty with Daddy. What would you like to do?"
I waited for moment before answering, feeling a wetness between my legs and an ache I had never felt so strong before. "I want to kiss it Daddy, like you used to tell mommy to do in the night."
"Is that all you want my little cock kitten?"
Venturing even further, "Daddy, will you please touch me like a woman, please, just once?" I looked up at him with my big brown eyes, so trusting, needy and ready to please.
Knowing my Daddy the way I do I knew he would agree when I give him "the look". He picked me up off the floor gently laying me on the bed next to him. My face still close to his pulsating member; my hand firmly grasped around him slowly gliding up and down his pretty hot cock. "Kiss it my little baby, kiss Daddy's cock and tell me what you think of it." My head lowered as I placed little baby kisses all over the big purple head as my lips touched his pee hole I tasted my first drop of Daddy's love juice. Licking my lips as he watched, "Oh my naughty little angle loves her Daddy's cock, baby you make me so happy. Now put the head in your little mouth for me, show your Daddy how much you love him."
I felt his fingers sliding up and down my newly awakened sex, finding my special button. I heard him moan loudly as he picked my up setting me on his face. His fingers splayed open my flowering little pussy while he began kissing my button sending wonderful sensations throughout my body making my nipples tighten. My mouth descended on my Daddy's big purple head as I tried to fit it all in my stretched mouth.
"Oh Daddy, that feels so good, please don't stop."
"That's it baby girl suck your Daddy's big cock head, tell him how much you are going to love being my little cock sucking slut." With these powerful words I felt my body begin to convulse in my first orgasm, which Daddy quickly lapped up.
Continued
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"member hand",
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School Days Ch. 02
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/school-days-ch-02
| 4.06 | null |
Mature
|
** Its been a week since Mr. Love and I had our little moment of fun. Hes been avoiding me and then when he is around me he acts like nothing happened. But all that is about to change because I know just what to do.**
I came to school dressed exactly how a young, hot, teenage girl should dress. I wore a white button up blouse, leaving the top three buttons undone and tieing the access shirt in a knot right above my belly button. I accompanied the shirt with a small black leather mini skirt. Underneath a tiny black satin thong. Whoever came up with the concept of a thong should be given a medal. What more does one 18 year old need to wear but a thong? But anyways. I completed my outfit with none other than silky, white knee-highs and black high-heeled boots. I stopped to admire my handy work in the bathroom mirror. Damn, even I had to admit I was on FIRE.
I walked down the hallway getting the expected reaction from the over population of dumb jocks. They were whistling, barking, and grabbing but thats nothing unusual for no brain jocks who think with the wrong head. I reached Mr. Love's class and I watched as he prepared todays lesson. I skipped his class to get myself together and make sure everything was ready to go. I waited till after school when almost everyone had left. Since it was Friday, I knew Mr. Love stayed after to grade papers. I walked in quietly closing but locking the door behind me. I pulled the shade down half way letting anyone who choose to peek in get a little action too. It turned my on to think about getting caught. I could feel my pussy dampen and my mouth started to water. Finally Mr. Love spotted me.
"Ahhh Ms. Jennings, to what do I owe this visit? If my memory serves me right you weren't in class today.
"Well, I had to make sure everything was prepared Mr. Love."
"Please, call me Eric and prepared?"
Mr. Love I mean Eric had that look on his face like the first time we got together and I told him it wouldn't be the last time. I can only explain it as a confused yet very interested look.
"Now whats going to happen is we are going to play a little game, understand?" I looked at him for conformation that he understood, he shook his head yes. Eric's eyes grew larger watching every move I made. From my backpack I pulled out A pair of handcuffs and two pieces of rope. Eric started to object but I hushed him by lightly running my fingers against his lips. I made him sit in his chair and I handcuffed his hands to the back of the chair. I leaned over him my hands rubbing over his chest than to his legs. My hands stopped at his pants. I unbuttoned them and slowly started to take them off. Eric raised himself slightly to allow me to take them off easier. I heard him moan and I knew he was under my power. My hands came to his underwear as I removed them. I proceeded to tie his feet apart tot eh bottom of the chair. I undid my shirt and let it fall to the floor. My firm, rounded breasts popped out bobing up and down. I HAD his complete attention. I pulled my thong off and straddled Mr. Loves legs. I pulled my skirt up expsing my already soaked pussy to his wondering blue eyes. I grabbed his throbbing member in my hands, teasing and stroking it. A gasp came from his lips. My soaking pussy was just inches from his hard cock.
"Do you want me to stick your cock in my dripping pussy, Mr. Love?" My voice purred as I spoke. Mr. Love didn't respond. My hands let go of hs cock and came to his face slapping him roughly across the cheek. "ANSWER ME." His breath started to quicken and he softly murmured a faint "yes".
"What was that you fucken bastard? I couldn't hear you, say it louder."
"YES. I want my cock in your sweet pussy. PLEASE."
He started to squirm and I smiled. I reached down and grabbed his thobbing cock placing it at the entrance of my waiting cunt. I slowly lowered myself onto him. I could feel my pussy stretching to it his intruding cock. "MMMMMMM." I licked my lips as I started to ride Mr. Love in a steady rhythm. My hands came to my tits. As they bounced in front of Mr. Love he lowered his head to take a hard nipple into his mouth. I pulled back.
"Did I say you could suck on my nipple?" I lowerd my head and bit his bottom lips. He yelped out like a dog in pain. "From this moment on whenever you want to do something you will ask. Understand?" He nodded his head. "Good"
"Oh Amy may I... May I..."
"May you what? Spit it out!"
"May I suck on your delicious tits?"
"MMMM yes you may." I loved this. I loved having this much control.
I continued riding his cock. He started to shake and he exploded into my cunt. I rode him faster bringing my own orgasm to an end. "AHHHH yes, MMMMM GAWD." I rubbed the back of his head climbing off of him. I got on my knees and licked the tip of his cock. He moaned in pleasure. I licked my way down to his balls. With one hand softly stroking, my other hand came to squeeze and play with his balls.
"Ohhh I'm going to cum AMMMMMMMMMY"
My mouth raced to take his cock in my mouth. I went faster my hand following my mouth. He groaned and then exploded into my waiting mouth. I swallowed most of it. I licked my lips getting up and cleaning myself off. I put my thong and shirt back on. I went to my backpack getting a key and a small piece of paper. I put the piece of paper in Mr. Loves pocket and the key on the desk in front of him.
"That is directions to my parents cabin. You will meet me there next Friday. Everything you need to know is on that paper." Untill then we will have no physical contact. I turned around and headed towards the door.
"W..Were are you going? Aren't you supposed to help me here?"
I laughed, and looked at him. "I'm sure you'll be fine. I looked at him half undressed and totally embarassed. "The key to those handcuffs is on the desk in front of you." I turned and walked out. I heard Eric mumbling and he knew he was powerless.
To be continued....
Thanks for all the awesome feeback on School Days Ch. 1. Keep a watch out for Ch. 3. Amy gives Mr. Love double the fun!
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School Days Ch. 01
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/school-days-ch-01
| 4.18 | null |
Mature
|
My name is Amy Jennings and I had just turned 18 when I found out my dad got transfered to another Army base. Ever since I can remember we've moved around, never staying in one place for more than a year. Being a senior this year I really didn't care anymore. I knew that after this year I'd be on my own and wouldn't have to worry about moving anymore.
Here it was September 5th the first day of my senior year and the first day at another new school.
When I walked in I got a weird feeling like something wasn't right. I shrugged it off and went to math.I hate math, never could get its concept. I sat down in the back knowing only the nerds sat in the front close to the teacher. When the finale bell rang everyone took their seats and waited for the teacher to arrive. After 10 minutes we started to get loud and anxious wondering where the teacher was. Finally a guy walks in with a briefcase in one hand and a coffee in the other hand. I noticed right away he looked very nervous. His hands were shaking. But overall my new teacher was HOT. He was tall maybe 5'10". He looked maybe to be in his mid 40's, well built, and a clean cut face. He had the most beautiful blue eyes I've ever seen.
During class We found out his name was Mr. Love and this was his first year teaching high school. I could tell he was scared that he'd mess up and do something wrong.
I decided to have a little fun with him.
For the nest few weeks I would stay after class to ask him questions. I would wear short skirts and low cut tops that showed my 42 c cleavage. I've always been told I'm a beautiful girl. I'm 5'6" 120lbs with an ass most girls would kill for and tits any girl would admire. I have baby smooth skin and I love showing my figure off.
Sometimes right after school I would go into his class room pretending I left something there and accidentally drop it in front of him. Of course I had to bend down to pick the item up exposing my firm little ass and my thong.
After weeks of trying to seduce Mr. Love it seemed I had failed. I decided to try one more thing. One day after class I asked to stay for a few minutes to discuss a paper with him. Mr. Love willingly agreed.
I approached Mr. Love's desk still pretending I had a paper to discuss with him. I looked into his eyes and could tell he was nervous. I walked over to the door and locked it closing the shade. Mr. Love looked at me.
"W...Wha...What are you doing Ms. Jennings?"
"Shhh, Mr. Love", I whispered to him.
Walking over to him I leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Do you want me Mr. Love? Do you want to fuck my young pussy?"
I could hear his breathing quicken. And I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. "Amy I...I can't. We can't. It's wrong"
Ignoring him I straddled his lap grinding my already wet cunt into his hardening member. He placed his hands on my hips and pushed me harder onto him. I moaned softly and he let out a grunt.
"Thats it Mr. Love. You know you want me"
Mr. Love's hands went to my shirt lifting it up over my head exposing my bare tits.
"OOOOOOHHH touch em', suck em' Mr. love. Please!"
He did as I requested bending his head his soft lift touching my hard nipple taking it into his mouth. My hands automatically came to his head pushing him harder against my breast. I started pushing harder against his pants. Working at his shirt he raised his head long enough to allow me to remove it. He looked at me and our eyes met, somehow I knew this wanted shy old Mr. Love anymore. He told me to get up and take the rest of my clothes off. I did as he asked watching him in return remove his own. He layed me on his desk and I saw his cock spring out of his hands. Gasping at his size he smiled. His hands roamed over my body touching me like I've never been touched before. I moaned out to him as his trail of kisses burned at my flesh. Finally he reached my mound. His mouth coming to claim its prize he started to make love to my wet slit. His tongue intruding my hot wet hole. he moaned against my pussy.
"OHHHHHHHHHHH YES, fuck Mr. Love fuck me like a slut. Eat my pusssssssyy"
He put one, than two fingers in my dripping hole finger fucking me until my body started to shake and orgasm hit. As my juices flowed freely Mr. Love sucked clean every last drop. He came up to look at me.
"You like that you fucken Bitch? You like being a cock tease don't you. Your just a slut, you know that, hmm?"
I couldn't believe my ears. This was the man whom on the first day of school I thought was a blistering wreck, now he was turning me on by calling me the slut that I know I am. I started to buck on the desk begging him to fuck me. He placed his cock head at the entrance of my wet love channel.
"OHHHHHHHHH FUCK ME NOW MR. LOVE. FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE THAT I AM!"
"TELL ME YOUR A WHORE, TELL ME YOUR A SLUT YOU FUCKEN CUNT SAY IT NOW..SCREAM IT!"
Mr. Love smacked my leg hard making me scream out in pain.
"SAY IT BITCH SAY IT NOW!"
" I'M A WHORE OHHHHH GAWWWWWD I'M A SLUT AND A CUNT. FUCK ME PLEEEEEEEASE"
Just then Mr. Love slammed into me. I began to push against him getting him deeper into my mound.
"FUUUUUUUCK GAWDWWWWWWWWWWD I'M CUMMMMMING"
I began to scream almost immediately I was cumming uncontrolably. I heard Mr. Love groaning as he began to mumble, "I'm cumming to.. AHHHHHHHHH yes... I pushed against him harder gripping the edge of the desk.
"CUM in me Mr. Love shoot your seed in my pussy"
Mr. Love couldn't take it anymore, he exploded in my pussy. I had juices from myself and him running out of my love hole. He colapsed on top of me and we lay together for a few minutes regaining ourselves. We got up and got dressed. He looked at me a kissed me dead on the lips. I kissed him back and he pulled me closer. I looked up at him. And a smile came across his lips. "That was the best sex I've had in a while, Thank-you."
"Your welcome Mr. Love, but no one said that had to be the last time."
Mr love looked at me not knowing what to say or expect. I had things in mind for this guy and I planned to have him again.
To be continued.....
Thanks for reading this! Its just the start. I have more ideas, but your ideas and sugestions are more then welcome. Enjoy your reading.
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Emma Ch. 31
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/emma-ch-31
| 4.23 | null |
Novels and Novellas
|
XXXI
“Emma! I love you! I love you! Emma! So Much!” Gasped Maisie in orgasmic pleasure, her body shivering with ecstasy and her voice peculiarly full-throated for one so young.
Emma grimaced. Although she was the object of her young lover’s affection, it was obvious she wasn’t the stimulus as the young boy pushed his erect prick in and out of her tight young anus. How could an orifice so small, but so beautifully pursed, allow such a large obscene thing into it? Emma wondered, lying on one side of her as Maisie crouched over, bum high in the high, receiving these insistent thrusts with such pleasure.
Ever since she and Maisie had moved into the small house that she had managed to buy with a mortgage based on her present and future earnings, their love life had taken a very peculiar turn which Emma didn’t really enjoy at all, but felt incapable of complaining about. At the flat it had been Josephine and Susan mostly, but now it was boys she had met on the set. Emma still avoided all contact with men, but she felt unable to deny her lover the sexual pleasure she so much desired and expected. It sometimes felt that Maisie’s well-intentioned practice of never excluding Emma from her lovemaking added insult to injury, but she knew that in her own way it was somehow a tribute to the depth of her love for the woman who she insisted was central to her life. Maisie had been enrolled, at some expense, at a single sex college which would cope with her career in sex television, to the extent of the flexibility with which it accepted her occasional day off for filming, and which had no difficulty with her habitual nudity. At least she would be nude, if only she didn’t insist on wearing a large dildo buckled to her buttocks and waist which protruded rather oddly through her shorts or the swimsuit she wore specially adapted for the affectation. The college had a naturist policy, although not all the students were at all fixed on habitually nudity, and some indeed, like Maisie, were rather dressing against the pure principles of naturism as Emma understood it or practised. Maisie wore her dildo proudly at college, caring little for the fact that it looked rather bizarre and stretched proportionately rather further in front of her than it would in an adult man.
All the teachers were naturist however, but also practised the college’s policy of not imposing any dress code on the students except in sports or physical exercise lessons. Those girls who wished to, and there were quite a few, could wear just as many clothes as they liked. Bizarrely, this was often in direct revolt against their naturist parents and their normal social set, taking off their clothes when they returned home.
Although there were no boys at Maisie’s college, she and the other girls had no difficulty meeting them: presumably because they were attracted like flies to jam to the sight and sensation of so much young naked flesh. These boys invariably found their way into Maisie’s bed and with very little difficulty inside her vagina and occasionally her anus. Maisie made little distinction between her girl- and boyfriends, and often made love with girls from her college, an activity which Emma had less difficulty in understanding and no difficulty at all in participating in. Many of them were at least as beautiful as Maisie, though few had such luxurious curls and, to Emma’s mind, such a beautiful combination of physical and personality characteristics. Emma quite enjoyed the comparison and contrast in these other young bodies to that of Maisie’s, and felt rather less compunction in stretching the bounds of her sexual passion towards her slightly brutal tendencies (about which many had quite serious reservations)
One of Maisie’s friends, Letitia, was a particular delight to Emma, although neither she nor Maisie had made love to her. Nor in fact had anyone else. Like Emma, she was proud to be a naturist; but a naturist who never took down her black knickers and preferred conversation to sex. She would chat for hours with Emma and Maisie, seemingly never worried about the way the two of them would enmesh their bodies around each other. She only objected when other people became involved. Letitia believed quite firmly that love was not something that could be shared, and often told Maisie so.
“Oh, Letitia, you’re so boring!” Maisie exclaimed. “Why not join me and Emma? We can show you what love’s really like!”
“That must be the greatest contradiction in words you can imagine!” Letitia argued. “It’s one thing for you two to make love as lovers, and another just to have sex with any boy who wants to stick his willy up your bum!”
Emma found herself agreeing with Letitia, but she couldn’t herself imagine a life now without the sex she’d got used to with some of Maisie’s girlfriends and some of the women at the studio. She’d almost got used to being filmed making love to women on camera. She had learnt to blank out all thought of the prying eyes that were on her as she gasped, groaned and grunted while a sex actress, a sex tourist or a writer indulged on set in their mutually shared passion.
Maisie’s adoption of a dildo wasn’t for show alone. There were many occasions when she’d use it: quite often on Maisie and sometimes with girls she’d make love to, but curiously the most frequent recipients were the boys. There was a cruel streak in Maisie’s lovemaking as there was in Emma’s, and hers was most revealed by the way she liked to fuck boys in the anus while gripping their erect penises and massaging them to full erection. She said she had claimed more boy’s virginities than anyone else she knew, quite happy with the trace of blood on her dildo after eventually withdrawing it from the battered and torn and quite inappropriate entrances she had so gleefully violated. Despite Emma’s lack of feeling towards men, she felt quite sorry for some of them, who may have been virgins in the more strict sense of the word, who had not anticipated quite such a violent initiation service and often felt horribly abused afterwards. They would lie naked on the bed, feeling around the entrances to their bum, wondering what permanent damage had been caused and feeling no doubt rather discomfited by the fact that Maisie’s yells of ecstasy had focused rather more on Emma than on themselves.
Emma occasionally visited Josephine and Charlotte, and enjoyed more than she ever had before Charlotte’s tenderness and devotion. She loved Charlotte’s uncomplicated love, although she accepted now that she was very much secondary to Josephine. She even understood why Charlotte was so keen on marriage to Josephine, although she shared Susan’s scepticism of the point of taking up marital status while neither she nor her fiancée showed any intention of leading the monogamous life-style that was normally associated with such a state.
She was, however, disgusted at discovering that Charlotte, despite professing her lesbianism so vehemently, was having sex nearly every day with not just Josephine but a whole string of men with the express purpose of becoming pregnant.
“But you won’t possibly be able to know who the father is!” She objected.
“So much the better!” Charlotte replied. “I don’t want any man laying claim on my baby. Or should I say our baby, as it will be the child of Josephine and me. Men aren’t going to figure in our parenthood. I just hope it’s a girl.” “But don’t you care at all what the child might turn out to be like?”
“What matters is not the genetic parenthood but that the child belongs to both of us. I can’t wait to be pregnant. And as far as I’m concerned, if I’m pregnant then Josephine will be the father.”
“Just as you’ll be the father, if I’m ever pregnant,” remarked Josephine sweetly, but looking ever so slightly uncomfortable.
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"men felt",
"emma maisie",
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] |
Fairy Tales are for Children
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/fairy-tales-are-for-children
| 4.39 | null |
Romance
|
For you, my Prince.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I don’t know when I started loving you. Perhaps it was the morning you came up behind me and wrapped me in your arms. Maybe it was the night before, when you entered me for the first time. I don’t know exactly when it started, or what it will do. But I do love you.
I think you must have known me better than I thought you could. That night, that first night. My first time as a lover, our first time as lovers. Of course you knew I was frightened, nervous. You answered my anxiety with your mouth, gentle caresses, and a “let’s kill the lights.” I’m not a supermodel, nor will I ever be. My body is solid and strong, my curves abundant. A soft place in which to seek refuge, a welcoming home to those I embrace. The first place your fingers went was to my stomach. You knew. And though it was dark, I could still see your eyes, like pools of warm honey. ‘You’re going to be fine,’ they said to me. ‘You are you and I am me, and here we are, together. It’s alright.’ I told my eyes to talk back to you, to say to you, ‘Be my first. Please desire me, want me. Take me.’
I finally found my voice and asked you to make love to me. You were waiting for me to ask. The answer to my question was a kiss unlike any I had ever had, one both urgent and tender. Your body slid atop mine, my legs parted and my hips adjusted to feeling the sweet weight of you above me. And then you entered me, the head of your desire parting me so slowly, so carefully. You seated yourself deeply inside my body while looking me in the eye, and I thought, ‘I am made for this. We are made for this.’ I saw the moonlight dripping through the window, spilling across your back and over the hand I had laid there. You entered my body. Perhaps it was a side effect of your deliciously deep thrusts that you also penetrated my heart, but I don’t think that was why. And we began to make love.
Here is a point that confuses me. How can one really make love? Could it be something that just randomly and suddenly happens, like spontaneous human combustion or the vase that no one wants to fess up to breaking? Although it may work for the vase, I don’t think you can blame love on the cat. (We all know, of course, that it was your brother who broke the vase. That’s it.)
Is making love like making a table or a chair? Do you see a block of wood, sand out the roughness, cut off the pieces you don’t want, and produce a Stradivarius violin? Or is it more like a recipe, with ingredients carefully measured and added? Must it simmer, boil, or freeze? How long does it have to bake, and at what temperature? Do I have all the ingredients, in the right proportions? Am I supposed to have all the ingredients, or will the person I make love with be the one to supply what is missing?
I’m not sure of any answers, but we were doing it. Making love. You and I. Some of your ingredients, a few of mine, and voila! There it was. Love. Things taste different to everyone, and though I am not sure how it tasted to you, it was certainly sweet to me. A delicious affair of love. I’m not sure how it started or how it got there. Maybe it was the first time we made love. Maybe it was the next morning when you came up behind me and wrapped your arms around me. In any case, there it is, and there it will be.
It sounds great on paper. But sooner or later the unwelcome neighbor of reality has to come over, annoy you, and borrow a tool it will never return. You, Lover, are the tool it took away, and I was uncertain as to whether I would ever see you again. And although we did see each other once more, and possibly will again, reality is still there, its finger poised mere inches from the doorbell. I have no idea when I will see you again, or even if I will see you again.
You will never be in the audience to hear my first concert of the season. You cannot be here to stroke my hair and murmur comfort to me when my oldest and dearest pet dies. I can never whisk you away to a surprise picnic on your lunch break, or make you chicken soup and read you stories when you are sick. Never can I give you a narrated tour of my zoo, or spend an entire, lazy weekend with you in bed, fighting over the comics and bashing one another with pillows. You won’t be the first to kiss my cheek and call me “Doctor.” There are many constraints there – distance, time, circumstances. Fairy tales are for children, and I am no longer a child. Perhaps I should change my name.
My real name means ‘princess.’ But I am not a princess. I am a regular girl. And though you are a Prince, I doubt that you are keeping a white horse in your garage. If you are, I hope you have plenty of water available and a giant pooper scooper. Yes, these things, along with understanding neighbors.
You know, I am happy to have had at least a cameo in a story that has some of the loveliest parts I have ever known. I am glad the ingredients I tasted belong to you, and I certainly had fun mixing them with my own. I thank you for that. Perhaps our story ends here, or maybe another chapter is being written. You keep your tender brown eyes open, and I will do the same. Only in my case, they’re blue. I don’t think we will ever live happily ever after. But we will live. And that, I suppose, is a very good thing.
I do love you.
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"fairy tales",
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MAID'en Love Ch. 2
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/maiden-love-ch-2
| 4.19 | null |
Lesbian Sex
|
In my last story which also happens to be my first submission to the site I had written about myself and my maid Chayya whom I was, I still am and I always will be in Intensely in love with.
Well like I said in my last mail my parents had to work far from Home but this time they were both scheduled to go out of town for some Official work for 3 weeks and OH BOY were I and Chayya waiting for them to leave.
A few days before my parents were to leave I and Chayya behaved like a newly Married Couple who were planning their first Honey Moon, we discussed what all more we could do and what all arrangements were to be made for the time we were alone.
Just like a couple makes several promises to each other I and Chayya also made some promises to each other, they were.
Not wearing a single piece of cloth while at home for all the 21 days.
Making love to each other irrespective of our cycles during the 21 days.
Sharing each and everything that we could not for all this time.
Just 1 day before the house would be all ours I and Chayya went to the Beauty Parlour and got every damn treatment that was possible under the sun right from waxing our Hands & Legs, Under Shoulders as well as our Smooth Butts as we wanted to make sure that we both got all that we wanted from each other and could give all that we had to each other.
The D-Day finally arrived and I went off with my parents to the Air Port to see them off and once that was done as I drove back to my place all I had in my mind was Chayya, Chayya and more Chayya.
As I passed each Kilometer I would get Wetter with the feeling of getting closer to home and of course Chayya.
As I reached home and opened the door I could not see Chayya around and went searching for her and spotted her in my room getting all dressed just for me as I got closer to her she urged me to let her get dressed for me and she handed me a letter and a small box.
As I came into the main room and read that letter I was not just touched but felt really emotional as Chayya had stade that before we commence these 21 days she wanted me to slip and ring onto her finger just like a Couple does and the box that she had given me contained a Finger Ring.
Just as I was done with reading the letter Chayya came into the room and I slipped on the ring onto her finger and she put 1 ring onto mine and we Smooched just like a couple does on Engagement
Within moments we stripped off each other to the Naked Bare and were deep into each other's 'Honey Pots' in our favorite 69 position. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours but our Love Making Session did not end and went on for what seemed like Ages but finally my Stamina gave way and the Shuddering Orgasms of Chayya tounge sent me into a state of Tiredness and I feel into deep sleep.
Next morning I was woken up by Chayya as my eyes opened I saw Chayya standing next to me Nude before I could even get into my senses she took me by my hand and into the Toilet where she Bathed me and rubbed soap and her tounge all over my body and I returned her favour to her more than Willingly.
Chayya and I were so obsessed with each other during these 21 days that we even visited the Loo with each other and did our toilet activities in each others presence though we did not have any Fetish for Toilet Sex but we just could not stay far from each other for these 21 days and wanted to make Best use of the 21 days.
I and Chayya had such Beautiful and Hot moments and memories that I cant share all but shall like to tell you'll the most exciting one of them all.
I had gone to the bank for withdrawing some cash and when I got back Chayya was in the Kitchen nude making food for us both and I don’t know what went over me and I decided to have her there and there the way she was and I creeped upon her and gave her tits the hardest squeeze they might have ever got from me. she turned around and I went down on my knees to lick her off as I undid my clothes and got nude.
I was licking deep into her cunt when I saw a bottle of chocolate syrup and a jar of jam in the kitchen and a real dirty feel went into em and I moved from Chayya to those bottles and picked them up both and held chayya by the other hand and took her into the Loo.
I laid her down in the loo and smeared her body with Jam and Choco syrup and made her do the same to me and I sucked deep into her swollen Clitoris and gave her orgasms and made love like there was no tomorrow, I dug so deep into her that while Orgasming she could not Control herself and her body and Peed on me and right into my face and I took in each and every drop of her Yellow Fountain.
From that day onwards a new Chapter in our lives that was not full of Love but off Fetish and Kink that took over our lives. I shall write about it in my next mail so keep waiting.
Many people whom I know feel that I am a hardcore pervert as I have sex with my maid but I feel that there should not be any distinction in this matter as even she is human and even she needs love. You Female readers mean a lot to me now so you'll tell me am I doing the right thing by making love to my maid???
Only Responses sent by Females to my mail box via e-mail will be accepted. I love replying to mails sent to me and will get back to your at the earliest, please note I shall not respond to Anonymous responses and you need to write in your ASL along with your response.
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"love maid",
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Dance of Life
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/dance-of-life
| 4.38 | null |
Non-Erotic
|
July 5, 2002
My Dear Friend James,
In My loneliness and longing, I discovered My pet's profile, which she updated on April 2, 2002. This is how it read:
cascade of velvet petals begin
past of dim
now blooms in bright
by His hand and love does flourish
a rose,
only for His eyes delight
Such beauty, poise and grace is the girl I love. Words so simple yet so eloquent that speak to My deepest love and touched every fiber of My being.
As I continue forward each day, nothing stills My heart from beating for her. I wonder if all the others know how lonely life can be? Even though I carry My treasure within My heart, mind, body and soul…without her in My life…the shadows follow Me. I know you replied the other day saying sweet dreams until sun beams find you; yet, honestly James, she and she alone was the true love of My life. When the evening starts to fall with its shadows slowly overtaking the light I have commiserated with the darkness crying tears of separation. Then last night, our July 4th holiday, I sat outside listening to the fireworks explode and seeing their bright sparkles beam in the darkness. Out of the last explosion when it dimmed, a bright star caught My eye. As I sat on our swing in the back yard, I could only think of her love and devotion shinning as that star so beautifully and richly bright. At that moment and still now as I write, the evening shall no longer get Me down. No, no longer shall the shadows attempt to overtake Me! For I know that when I look around, when I see the magnificence of that bright twinkling star above, I find her within My presence again. she is with Me. she has always set My sprit free.
Ever hear of vintage love James? Those souls seeming bound forever together. Bound and yet torn apart due to life's quirks of fate? she is My vintage love…yesterday…today…tomorrow. I wonder about those others whom like us loved so deeply and yet were torn apart. I wonder where all those lovers are now. Whom have they left behind? Is there some sweet little grandmother somewhere gazing up into the stars like Me? Is she remembering when she was a young woman letting her dress slip to expose a soft rounded shoulder and the upper swell of her breast? Is she remembering her girlish attitudes and how with a simple flick of lowering her silk strap how naughty she appeared? Is she perhaps smiling knowing that she dared to live as she wished, not allowing fear to dictate her lifestyle?
I wonder how many people leave love behind. I wonder how many people whom have left this incredible heritage and are no longer alive. But through My memories and perhaps wishful hoping for the future, I still experience those passions and those adventures from which love springs eternal. Such pleasure and delight to hold tight to those knowing others around Me dare to push the limits. I came across something Pablo Picasso said "We all know that art is not the truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize the truth." For Myself, I embrace that life is art and art is living and shall hold tightly to My bosom every moment and celebrate life.
Do you know what quicksilver is? 'Tis a metal likened to mercury…amalgamated…unpredictable…changing… It is almost like a thick sludge. Love is much like quicksilver when you hold your love within your hand. As long as you leave your fingers open, it stays. Clutch it and it begins to slip from your grasp. I so desperately want to just appear at her door and clutch her warm tender body to Mine. Yet, to follow that blind instinct would be folly. she would merely slip from My fingers spilling to the ground and become one with the earth. So with patience My hands simply cup to lovingly hold her essence until she can return fully to Me.
It has been said that yesterday is but a memory and tomorrow but an illusion. I had but 270 yesterday's with her; yet, how wonderful each one of those days were. Within a broad view of life, 270 days are a mere blink when compared to 70 or 80 years. But oh My friend, I lived each of those to the fullest with her. Within those 270 days I lived a lifetime! As for tomorrow…well…they shall come. One tomorrow will follow the next. I believe that if you part with your illusions you may still exist; but, you have ceased to live. I chose to believe in each of those tomorrows. I chose to believe in each of those illusions we call life. I choose to believe in the perfection that some call dreams. To feel, to have passion, to give freely of your love, to give of life itself is My eternal quest. I have experienced the greatest love of My life and she is always with Me. Experience is one thing we cannot get without an investment. Within her I choose to invest until such time as she can return. Experience can at times be such sublime simple pleasure and yet turn around and be a dull pain; but, each My friend brings us closer to the one we love. Each brings us closer to wisdom.
For within every gain we part with a piece of ourselves for the other and in doing so, thereby with each gain there is a loss. Every loss begets a gain until in the end…they are one in the same. As if like a fine gold piece of Spanish treasure…a coin worth its weight in gold…one cannot exist without the other. They have to have the balance and strength of each other to exist. We cannot be where we have not already been. We cannot be where we have yet explored into uncharted waters. But we can be whole within ourselves only when our minds, bodies and souls are unified through each gain and loss with another. It is as it should be.
Sometimes there are moments of joy and peace. Sometimes there are moments of unhappiness and strife. Sometimes sitting alone in the quiet recesses a thought explodes and realization just blossoms. Times such as those electrify your brain and your body cannot sit still containing its joy. Delights of life and thoughts are varied. Ever changing, with each molecule charged positively with its brain's pulses, My thought is "that" thought and is only its purist and most truthful at the moment it is written. At times, even the purist and truthful thought that was to have been an absolute truth somehow was later revealed to be just a step upon a quest for wisdom. But this is how we grow. One foot before the other. Step by step. It is a never-ending cycle of moving forward. To Me, the common ground is adventure, peace and happiness, a constant exploration, living life with gusto and pleasure and living with ALL that I am.
How can I not do so James? Without a love of life, I would whiter slowly and die. And to what end would that be? A total loss of life? A beaten and down trodden soul which would have forgotten how to love? No James My friend, I shall remain strong not for Myself, but for her. So that upon her return (God I pray that one day she returns) I shall be the same strong dominate force within her life. That same kind, tender and loving Master she knows. she is kept safe in My heart…the heart that belongs to her.
Life richest pleasure is to love without reserve. Perhaps the pleasure of freedom closely follows love. That innate ability to with liberty enjoy life and express yourself. To dare to take risks in your life to be as you want to be. To dare stir our inward fantasies, warm our dreams slowly, daring to unlock our desires to let them abound.
To dare to dance…ahhhh yes My friend. To dare to dance! Long ago she came to Me adorned in black sheer panties and matching cape of desire. her long black hair cascading down around her shoulders. her pearl white teeth gleaming in the light as she coyly smiled to Me. her waist bearing a golden chain of love binding her to Me. her body flowing with the soft rhythm of the music. A vision of delight…she danced for Me! she danced the dance of love. she danced the dance of life. she danced with such freedom within her soul. she was unbridled within her dance of offering. she was unconfined within her dance of offering. she was simply set free letting her sprit flow.
As a dancer she was the one with the free spirit. her graceful moves capturing Mine eyes totally. With her gift of dance she was expressing herself giving back all that she is with passion and moves that only can be born with deep abiding trust…deep abiding love…deep abiding passions…so warm and giving that it expressed sheer uncontrollable joy. That is how I wish to be. Exactly how she is….free to give because it is in her soul…it is her essence.
So until such time as the Lord brings her back to Me, I shall stand within the great hall with the wooden floors reflecting the brilliance of the chandeliers myriad of lights off its surface listening to the orchestra play its waltzes. Occasionally, when a lady approaches and asks Me to dance, I will move forward; yet, always dance hovering upon the edge of the dance floor longing to dance to the center where only My love can take Me. Only partaking of the dance to keep My feet alive and in tune to the 3 beat waltz. Only until the door parts and in her loveliness she comes through the door with her dark eyes searching for Me. Then and only then shall I stride with purpose once again to the center of the floor with left hand raised stretching out to her, as if beckoning her to My side. Then My friend I shall be complete again and dance the dance of life fully and completely.
Your friend,
James
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From Torment to Tranquility
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/from-torment-to-tranquility
| 4.21 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
I tried to fight him off, but he was too strong, too imperative in his need. Never expecting that he would do such a thing, he caught me unawares. He flung me on my back and was between my legs, penetrating before it had fully dawned on me what he was doing. We had wrestled around many times in play, but it had never come to this.
I struggled with him, begging, pleading, "No don't, don't Michael, please. You'll make me…"
Then I felt his movements in me become more urgent. "He's coming," I thought, "he'll make me pregnant." I screamed, but it was useless. I felt the first pumping of his hot juice burst into me, and it was all too late. He filled me with that male fluid every passionate woman longs to feel.
He began to subside, relaxing with his sexual stress relieved. He did not pull out of me immediately as Joe used to when we still had sex. He lay there as if reluctant to separate from me.
I lay silent, my mind wandering back over what had led to this sexual assault. I did not want to admit it, but most of the fault was mine. I had teased him for years, tantalizingly displaying myself to him. Wanting his young male admiration and the reassurance that I was still desirable.
I wanted him to suffer as well. His youth, his good looks and strong body seemed to reproach me. His sexual activities with girls, and especially the woman in her forties, who had enjoyed him for almost a year, aroused my jealous anger, so I rejoiced when my displays gave him huge erections. I understood the pain of unrequited sexual desire, and mentally celebrated the power I felt I had over him through his libidinous needs.
My husband Joe had long ceased to have sex with me, and certainly expressed no admiration for my looks or body. I felt he had degraded me as a woman. I was made to feel undesirable.
Objectively it was clearly not true that I was unattractive to men. The turning of their heads as I walked down the street; the suggestive remarks; men seeking me out at social gatherings, could have told me that I was sexually appetizing. But one to whom I had bound myself in love had rejected me, and this had blinded me to the obvious fact of my power to attract men.
Thus I had sought my male adoration elsewhere, and Michael was my victim, the nearby sacrificial offering I could stretch on the rack of his erotic fantasies. After all, it had been after his birth that Joe lost sexual interest in me. In the weird pattern of my thinking, I somehow saw Michael as the cause of my unmet needs.
I recalled the female games I played with him after he reached puberty. I would wait until Joe was on night shift, or when Michael was home and Joe out, then I would begin. I made him writhe with the pain and ecstacy as I stretched him with my instruments of sexual torture.
Pulling up my skirt to display my legs almost to the genitals, "Darling, don't you think I've got nice legs?"
Putting my hands under my beasts to lift them, "I think these are still pretty good, what do you think? You can't see them, but the nipples are still nice, very pink. What some men would like to do to those, eh?"
I used to lure him into my bedroom to ostensibly admire some new garment I had bought.
"Do you like the new panties and bra I bought today? Do you think black suits me? They're little more than lace, aren't they, darling?"
"I got this bikini today, isn't it daring? Just look how it only just covers my nipples, and the little string of cloth that goes under me. Doesn't hide much, does it?"
"I had my pubic hair permanently removed last week, sweetheart. Many men don't like women's pubic hair do they? Gets in the way of certain things they want to do. What do you think?"
So, it went on quite literally for years, in fact, ever since I realised that he had sexually ripened. O, how I made him suffer! All the time thinking I was playing it safe, fool that I was.
Had I tried these games with other men God knows what violence might have erupted!
So with my twisted sensual games, I watched him fight his most primal, and in a young man, most urgent needs.
At times he would give some excuse and almost flee from my presence. At other times he would stand staring at me, his hot throbbing erection pressed against the cloth of his trousers, often with the stain of his precum beginning to show.
Then one night it went too far. The balance was finally tipped. I had driven him to breaking point, and if what he did to me was evil, what about my behaviour towards him all those years?
Perhaps you think I hated him for some reason? Wanted to avenge some wrong he had done me? You might not believe this, but I loved him and I wanted to punish him because he inspired this love. I needed to punish him for the nights I lay, weeping with sexual frustration, as heedless Joe lay snoring beside me.
In the end I managed to dismiss Joe to the spare bedroom so I could masturbate freely, and in this act, whose face, whose body and penis occupied my fantasies? Michael's, of course. For this too, he had to be punished.
"A mixed up woman," you say? You're right. Fundamentally knowing what I needed, but refusing to face it squarely. Leading on my own son to intolerable heights of sexual arousal, but never voluntarily taking the next step. Leaving him and myself a tormented erotic mess.
In making him suffer, I was punishing myself for the boiling passion I had for him. In stretching him on the rack of his libido, I racked myself. A cruelty with a double edge.
Tonight it was his turn to avenge himself on me. I had enticed him once more into my bedroom with the usual fake excuse. "Darling, come and see what mother has bought today."
It was a transparent petty coat. Through it breasts, nipples and genitals could be clearly seen. I knew it, and rejoiced in the sexual anguish that I would cause him, the desire for my body he would suffer.
I twirled before him saying, "Do you like it, darling? I think it's very sweet. Don't you think it shows my figure off nicely? Look, you can see all of me through the cloth."
He groaned and then was upon me, ripping off the flimsy garment as he hurled me to the bed, and tearing at his shorts to release his manhood. I felt him enter, like a great spear, thrusting into me. There was no pain because, in truth, I was already aroused. My own actions, my display, and the sight of his sex organ hard and pressing against the cloth of his shorts, had been enough.
So, why did I resist? In part, an empty protest against incest? Yes, I suppose so, but the real reason was fear. Fear of pregnancy. Dread, not of being pregnant to him as a man – I longed for his impregnation – but carrying the child of my own son.
When it became clear that Joe was no longer interested in me sexually, I stopped using the contraceptive pill. Had I known well in advance that Michael would invade me, I would have put myself back on the pill. Then our first coming together need not have been this violent attack and show of resistance. I would have let him have me, responding to him with tender love.
Now I was paying the price for my overconfidence in my ability to control the situation. I had thought that I could torture Michael endlessly, and myself for that matter, and there would be no consequences.
My lunatic arrogance had undone me. I believed myself to be a very fertile woman, and that there was a strong possibility that I would get pregnant. Perhaps already his seed had done its work, and I was on the way to producing new life.
I felt Michael stir and begin to withdraw from me. He lay beside me, his arm enfolding me, his other hand fondling my breast. He looked at me and spoke softly.
"I had to, mother, we couldn't go on as we were, wanting each other so desperately. I tried to fight it, I really did." He went, quietly murmuring, "I love you…I love you…"
I said, "I know darling," then burrowed into him, sheltering myself from my own sense of shame, weeping for the pain I had inflicted on both of us. He had known better than I the truth of our situation.
I recognised that now there was no road back. We could not undo what had happened. I felt that neither of us would stop it happening again. His hand softly caressing my breast, the fact that I could feel his manhood hardening against my side, my own wet and yearning vagina, was sufficient to convince me we could not retreat from our love and new found sexual union.
I did not wait for him to take the initiative this time. I sat across him, guiding his shaft into me, moving up and down on him, this time to be overcome by a shrieking, shuddering orgasm such as I had never had before, ever. The anguish and the ecstacy of that climatic moment left me weeping and pliant in Michael's arms, his semen slowly trickling out of me.
I was beyond caring about pregnancy – no, I lie - I wanted it, desired it, yes, lusted for it. I wanted his seed, a child of our love. I wanted to feel it grow inside me. Such was the passion I was experiencing.
Deeper down there was the devil of jealous desire. Through all my sexual games with Michael, I had wanted to keep him, to bind him to me. Now, in our act of love, I felt I had him. He was mine and no other's. No more games; I would give him all he hungered for. I would recompense him and more, for the suffering I had inflicted on him all those years.
My prediction of pregnancy came true. Our loving could be hidden from Joe for a while, but a pregnancy could not be hidden. He would not know who the father was, at least, not from me, but he was not such a fool as to not work it out eventually.
It was at this point that the true nature of Joe's feelings for me became clear. I was nothing more than a convenient person to have around to cook and clean for him.
It amazed me that he seemed to have no concern about who had fathered a child in me. I had expected fights and arguments but when I finally announced to him, "I'm going to have a baby," he just looked at me and grunted, then said, "Gonna have a great fat belly again, are you?"
I have tried to think through where we went astray in our love, Joe and I. He could have had with me all I was now prepared to give Michael, but he didn't want it. As I have hinted, my pregnancy with Michael seemed to be the great divide between us. It had been what he called "an accident."
Joe had loathed my pregnancy, referring to my swollen belly as, "That great ugly lump." The process of birth seemed to revolt him, and he made me feel almost unclean when I should have felt beautiful.
To me it is strange that sexual coupling, pregnancy and birth, are made the content of coarse jokes by men, and now, increasingly by women. The loveliest of all communions between man and woman, and its outcome as new life, should surely inspire heavenly poetry and wonder, not ugliness?
Based on my sexual experiences before Michael I might never have reached such an understanding. It was his words and actions, not only during sexual congress but also during my pregnancy that brought me to a new perspective.
In physical love, he is ever considerate of my needs, always making sure that I am fulfilled. He never separates from me until he is sure the last of my post-orgasm shock waves have ended, and even then seems reluctant to part from me.
It is true that we often grow fierce in our sexual play, but it is an intensity born of love, and if there is pain, it is a pain commanded by the recipient.
During my pregnancy, Michael demonstrated all the consideration I could desire. He would gaze at my swollen belly, for example, and say, "How exquisite," then kiss me there repeatedly. As I drew closer to the birth time, he became ever more careful with his penetrations of me, until in the end he was content with my relieving him by my hand or oral sex.
My wicked racking him through his desperate erotic needs, the rape, my own turbulent emotions that had given rise to these things, seem to be forgiven. It is as if we have passed down a raging river, to find ourselves now floating on a peaceful lake.
Annisa is two now, and Joe is fully aware of what Michael and I do. How could he not when we now go to bed together every night, whether he is there or not.
Michael and I took nothing from him that he wanted, and as he seems well content with his home comforts and television sports, I don't think he cares who I have sex with, so long as it does not cost him anything. In fact, Michael contributes to the household funds in such large measure that it more than covers the costs of the child.
Never the less, I still feel something for Joe. I think it is compassion because he could have enjoyed with me all that Michael now revels in. He almost lives a separate life now, and I sometimes think what might have been.
One sad aspect of my relationship with Michael is that through him having been brought to see the comeliness of pregnancy, I may be past the time when I can again bear a child. Michael makes no complaint about this – he is much too loving to make such a reproach – and if the amount of semen he injects into me was relevant, I would be pregnant many times over. So who knows, his sweet seed may yet bear more fruit?
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A Letter To Sir
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/a-letter-to-sir
| 4.46 | null |
BDSM
|
I come to the room, seeing Him sitting in His chair, her at His feet. My eyes look at Him. My body trembles, as this is a big step for me to take. I touch the collar that is around my neck, put there by Him, to remind me of my submission. The cuffs and ankle cuffs around my wrists and ankle match the collar I wear. The smell of sweet, soft leather, that is always with me. My body covered in a shear black, slave type dress; that would show my bare ass and pussy as I walk or crawl.
Looking at the T/two of T/them, I know I have made the right decision. Slowly I walk to T/them. My handshakes for now fear is running threw me. Am I ready for this? Can I do this? I kneel before Him, taking His hand, bringing it to my lips kissing the palm. I hold it to my cheek, to feel His warmth and His strength. I remove my hand from His. Taking her hands I lean to her kiss her cheek. She knows something is on my mind, she senses me, as does He.
As I look back and forth between the T/two of T/them, a tear slowly falls from my eye. He looks down at me, and wipes the tear from my eye. Her concern is peaking, yet she waits to speak.
"What is on your mind?" He looks directly into my eyes. I can not help but to shiver. I reach behind me in to the belt on my smock. Holding an envelope in my hand.
"Here, Sir, please read this." my voice quivering as I speak. I hold the envelope up to Him. He takes it looking at it in wonder. Opening it slowly, pulling out the many pages.
It reads:
Dear Sir:
I have sat back in wonder and in amazement of You; for I submitted to You. I watch how You are with us both. I will never be able to thank Y/you B/both enough for bringing me into this. Through the B/both of Y/you, I have found the strength and the heart to write again. It may only be in this letter to You, Sir, but, none the less, I am writing for the first time for me, not for someone else.
You, Sir have let me in to help you, to help her, to help myself. As the D's lifestyle is always truly about learning it never ends. But, relationships do.
I love her. Yet, I can not love You. As, You will not let me. I hold back my love for You. For fear of rejection, fear that You do not really see me as who I am. I give You my submission, my trust, my loyalty, my friendship. You take it all, and give me much. All, but Your love, yet I need to be loved. Not just cared about and not just safe. I understand my being switch has caused You great stress. That You know it and understand it yet can not completely deal with it. I am sure it has now cost me dearly.
I watch You with her. You amaze me how You reach her, how You touch her. I don't believe Y/you T/two brought me into this to be a learning post. But, I feel I have become one. I am but a voice and a body that is used to teach that is used to learn on. But, I do have needs as well. Between B/both of Y/you, Y/you try to reach them all. But, she can not love me the way I need to be loved. Only, my Dom can do that. As, much as He cares for me; He, Sir as in You, does not love me. She is everything to You. I don't blame You and I don't blame her. As, I myself love her like no other. She is a wonderful person, friend and submissive, truly a sister. But, she fills Your heart. She is Your heart. There is no room for me in it.
I do not hate You, Sir nor do I hate her. I see the love between the T/two of Y/you. It is beautiful and it is wonderful. But to be three, A/all must love, feel love and be loved. When one is left out they become the third wheel. I know I am the third wheel. That pains me to say it, but the truth is the truth.
I have asked You to reach out to me, to let me in. Your hand comes out so far, then I am left empty. But, some how I still know You care. That is what kept me here for so long. The hope, the hope Sir, You could reach me and love me. But, some things are not meant to be. I have to stand up. I have to move out of the ways so that the journey that began, for Y/you T/two will move and grow as a relationship does. My being here will do nothing but stunt it. As, precious time would keep revolving around my needs. Not letting the relationship continue, as You wish it to Sir.
Please, do not hate me, Sir. Please, help her not to hate me. I will never let her leave my heart, as she is, has she always has been apart of me. I hope, Sir I have touched You in ways too, good and wonderful ways. As, Your knowledge, Your humor, and many things of You go with me.
I hope and wish that Y/you B/both would think of me fondly from time to time. As I will always think of Y/you.
Good bye A girl
I watched His face, His eyes, as He read the letter. I saw hurt, but yet I saw pride in His eyes. He folded it and looked at me. His head tilted down ward. I think, for the first time, I knew that I was something to Him. I looked up to Him, knowing, knowing that I had touched Him some way somehow. I knew, more than ever I was making the right choice, for U/us A/all. I looked at her; yet she did not have a clue.
More tears trickled down my cheeks as I looked at her. For I was going to miss someone very special to me. I brought my leg forward, bending it at the knee removing the cuff around my ankle. Placing it on the floor. As she watched, tears started to come from her eyes. Yet she did not question. I removed the other ankle cuff. Then, started to take of the wrist cuffs, placing then on the floor as well. Her tears have now become cries. My hands came up to my neck as I undid my reminder of my submission. I held it in my hand shaking as I looked at it. Knowing that by removing it I would never be apart of His heart. That hurt me, so much I cried. I sobbed like a child. I picked up all the leather pieces and held them out to Him. My body trembling, I heaved from the tears. He moved His hand outward and I placed them in His hand. Bending His fingers around them, letting Him hold the bindings that bound me to Him. They were nothing more than symbols. As, I realized, He did have my heart, but could not accept it. I leaned and kissed this hand, which taught me and guided me. As, I got up on my feet; I bend down and kiss the top of her head. I smiled down at her.
"Love, Him for Him, love Him always. As this Dom, your Dom, dear one, loves you like no one else. No one but you belongs in His heart." My words slurred as I cried.
"Sir, may I kiss Your cheek one more time?" My words almost not understandable, as I cried so hard. He nodded His head. I bent and kiss His cheek. "Good bye."
I walked away from the T/two of them, knowing I hurt like hell, but knowing I had done the right thing for U/us A/all.
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"love loved",
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Till Death Do Us Part
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/till-death-do-us-part-1
| 4.68 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
This story is not a work of fiction. It is Michael's story and his love for Annie and how it was interrupted by her untimely death. We do not choose who we love, we just love them. We do not choose when they die, we just miss them when they're gone.
* * * * *
He stood in the elevator alone. He'd made this trip every day for a week now, never knowing if it was going to be his last. Usually there were other people on the elevator with him, People of all ages, people of different religions, people with different ethnic backgrounds, all standing on the elevator, taking the same ride, to the same ward, with the same fears, the same hesitancy, the same look of despair on their faces.
Today he was alone. Did that have meaning? Was today's visit going to be different?
The elevator door opened and the smell of death slammed into him. It permeated his nostrils, clung to his clothes, and gathered in the back of his throat like aged milkweed. The hallway stretched before him with rooms to either side, each one leading to a personal story of tragedy. He bypassed the visitor's lounge and circled around the nurse's station. The door to his story was further up, in the next hallway. He was growing to hate the sight of stark white, even if it meant sterility. He longed for the site of dirt. Maybe mud sloshed from winter boots, colorful smudges from a palette of make-up, or burgundy stains from a spilled wineglass, anything that showed life. Life how it was a year ago.
He noticed most of the doors were closed. Death lurked. It was pungent today. It could hide in the stark white hallway drifting from room to room, but it could never lose its odor. As he neared her door, his heart sped up. Someone had left it open. His legs grew weak, his stomach churned, his palms began to sweat. Delusional anger swelled up inside of him. Didn't they know that death was prowling, seeking a place to rest?
He rushed inside and quickly closed the door. The room was dark, the air fragrant with gardenia. It was her smell-the soft flowery, vanilla smell of white flowers. And he remembered.
* * *
"If I live to be a hundred, I will always think of you when I smell gardenias. I think the flower stole its fragrance from you." He slipped up behind and wrapped his arms around her, pressing his nose into the valley of her neck.
"Oh, Michael, I can't believe how much of a poet you are sometimes."
"It clings to your skin like dew in the morning." He inhaled and breathed the delicate scent until it seeped into his pores, savoring it before exhaling. His hands worked their way down her freshly showered skin. His fingers tingled from the heated moisture evaporating beneath his strokes. He swirled lightly around her navel and ever so gently worked his way down to the spongy pubic hair, still wet from her shower.
She leaned back against him. Her head lulled at his shoulder, and her legs opened, welcoming his touch. He willingly accepted her invitation as his fingertips danced across her labia and pirouetted between the folds. His fingers were greeted with the lush, warm pulp of her overripe pussy.
"You're all mush, Annie, so steamy and wet."
He delved further into her slit, saturating his fingers, and then brought them to his waiting mouth. He inhaled deeply the powerful elixir of Annie and gardenia, before licking his fingers clean.
She moaned.
* * *
He turned toward the desolate groan of pain, remembering where he was. Her wasted body was lost in the bed, her weight barely indenting the mattress. The white sheets blanketed her like a shroud. He wished he could just wad them up and throw them away.
He went to her side, whispering her name. He agonizingly watched for a sign that she heard him. There was only her grimace of pain. And the pallor of death. A thin layer of skin stretched over her gaunt face. Her eyelids were like parchment. Her dry and cracked lips ashen.
He reached to caress her cheek and was jarred by her frigid skin. He panicked. She was too cold. The room was like a tomb. He scrambled to the window and threw open the curtains, begging the sun to warm her. He rushed to the heater and turned it to high. He rubbed his hands together until the friction was hot and he placed them on her cheeks. He leaned over her and brought his lips to hers.
And he kissed her.
* * *
"Mmm, Annie, your lips are so soft."
"Is that a good thing?" She asked with the naiveté of an innocent. He loved her all the more for it.
"I'll let you judge for yourself." He took her face in his hands and drew her to him. He could feel her warm breath on his lips, escaping in little pants of excitement. He waited as her eyes, heavy with lust, sagged shut. He licked along her upper lip and her lips parted. He ran his tongue the length of her lower lip and then slipped between and into her mouth.
He found her tongue with his and softly dueled for space. Her mouth was moist and tasted of mint. She quickly caught on and flattened her tongue to accept his further inside. He licked the inner sides and along the gums, exploring every part before retreating. He let his lips linger over hers, gliding back and forth, before finally bussing them together in a perfectly molded kiss.
He slowly opened his eyes as he pulled back and marveled at her perfect skin, marred only by a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. He waited for her eyes to open, noticing the delicate arch of her brow and the auburn shade of her lashes.
"Annie, you can open your eyes now."
But her eyes remained closed.
* * *
He searched in the small closet and found a blanket. It was stiff from starch and an ugly pale green. He wished he'd thought to bring a quilt from home. A homemade quilt from scraps of fabric she'd collected, her old flannel nightgown, his cotton work shirt, denim from a bedraggled pair of jeans, baby clothes too stained to save, all cut in squares by her loving hands. But her quilt lay over the couch at home, where she'd left it a week ago.
He spread the commercial blanket carefully over her body, covering up to her breast. They'd dressed her in light blue today. It cast a ghostly glow to her skin, but it was her favorite gown. An emaciated arm drooped from beneath the sheets. He lovingly gazed along its length to the once graceful hand with long, slim fingers. Her nails were yellow and bluntly cut now. He picked up her hand in his and traced along the slight groove where her wedding ring had once been. She had been devastated when the ring had slipped off and they'd thought it lost. It had been found in the laundry hamper. She'd run to her jewelry box and grabbed a gold chain, and with trembling fingers, slipped the ring on the chain, and fastened it behind her neck. She vowed never to take it off.
He lifted the collar of her gown and looked beneath. Every breath was distinct in the outline of her ribs. Her lush bosom hadn't completely melted away. Flat areola still topped small mounds of breast tissue. The ring lay heavily against the left side of her sternum as if intentionally placed over her heart. He stared at the gold band and remembered the moment he'd placed it on her finger.
With this ring, I thee wed.
* * *
"I, Michael, take thee Annie, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, in sickness and in health. As long as we both shall live..."
He scrutinized every part of her face, from her sparkling green eyes, down her small-dainty nose, to her expansive white-toothed grin. It was a face full of love. Love for him. The ceremony continued around him. He took his part, but his senses were full of her, the way her thick hair was piled high on her head, how the curve of her breast jutted above ecru lace, how her scent stronger than incense, filled his every breath, how her heart beat wildly against the pad of his thumb where he touched the base of her wrist, and how she huskily whispered when she willingly gave herself to him as wife.
He took her hand in his and slowly slipped the band of gold over her manicured nail and up her femininely tapered finger. It was a perfect fit.
She whispered for his ears only, "I love you."
"I love you, Annie."
* * *
He began to pace. He knew every detail of the room-the small bit of plaster that had pulled away around the window casing; the harsh wall clock that ticked incessantly, reminding him how time was his enemy; the wilted flowers that he'd forgotten to water; the array of crayoned colored pictures that said 'I love mommy;' and the four white walls that had become Annie's prison.
He looked at her again. He could wrap her up, run with her, and take her... take her where? If it were spring he could take her to her garden, so full of vibrant flowers, and let her breathe in their florid fragrance and feel the moist dirt in her fingers. But it was not spring. If it were summer he could take her to the ocean, let her feel the spray of crashing waves and suck in the salty air, while her hair curled into wild whorls and peaks. But it was not summer.
It was winter, with its harsh bitter winds and freezing temperatures. The trees were as bare and skeletal as Annie. The ground was covered with pristine snow, the same color as the walls in this room. Outside offered no more life than inside, and even less heat.
But he could still pick her up and cradle her in his arms, close to his chest. He'd done it hundreds of times before.
* * *
"Michael put me down before you drop me!"
"I won't drop you, I like your hip pressed into my stomach too much." He pulled her tighter against him to punctuate his words.
She cuddled up close, burrowing her face into his shoulder, and nipped at his bare skin. He teasingly yelped and tightened his grip under her fleshy thighs. He dug his face between the coppery strands of her hair and found her ear. He nibbled at the lobe before pressing his lips even closer and whispering, "I know you like to feel your naked skin against mine, Annie."
She shivered in his hands, and he felt her gooseflesh crop up. He growled at her response and his penis bounded up and tapped at her buttocks.
"Someone's knocking at my back door," she giggled. "And he seems to be drooling."
"You can't expect a guy to be this close to heaven and not get excited, Annie."
She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck and twisting her hips to wrap her legs around his waist. He held her as she moved, forcing their bodies to stay in contact. His hands pressed into her ass, supporting her, and yet channeling along the flesh until his fingers slipped into the divide.
She hooked her ankles behind his back and dug her heel into the cleft above his ass. His penis was caught between her mons and his stomach as she mashed against him. She rotated her hips and her labia swaddled his glans. His legs began to shake with the weight of her, but he forced himself still.
"I think the pearly gates are open wide," she teased.
He only grunted as his strength wavered. A fine sheen of sweat smeared his skin, his muscles burned, and still he held firm, letting her work.
"Don't you want to come inside, Michael?" she asked as she shamelessly bumped her puss against him.
Eve herself couldn't have been more tempting. He walked them to the bed. Her breasts jiggled and her indurate nipples caught in the hairs of his chest. He eased her down on the mattress and her arms and legs fell loose. Her hair splayed out around her. Her skin glistened. He looked at her hourglass waist and the flare of her hip as her legs fell open, salaciously displaying her sex.
"God, you're beautiful, Annie." He watched the blush rise up on her skin before he lowered himself on top of her. She eagerly raised her hips to welcome his virgate cock. He entered her gently, almost reverently, and watched her head drop back, her eyes close, and her mouth slack open in need. Her vaginal walls clenched, squeezing at his cock and pulling it deeper inside. He repeated his words, "you're so beautiful, Annie, so very beautiful."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist as she'd done before and drew him down to her until their pubic hair mingled. He felt her heat sheath the entire length of him. He held them there, feeling her twitch against him and then gently pulled out, only to push back in again. And again. And again. He used slow powerful strokes that taunted climax, mocking it, daring it to take control.
Her body shuddered beneath him, quivering around a final stroke, pulling his orgasm from him and into her. Warm viscous fluid bathed their genitals in thankful reward.
He held himself above her, looking into her sex-drenched eyes.
"Oh! Annie you're so damned beautiful."
* * *
Even now in this emaciated form, disease could not steal her beauty. She was cloaked in beauty. It was in the wisps of hair that had lost their sheen but still spoke of used-to-be vitality. It was in her sallow skin that beckoned to be remembered for its once-upon-a-time rosy glow. It peeked out between the collars of a pale blue gown and boasted a ring that embodied an everlasting love. It blossomed in the aromatic air, heady with the smell of gardenia. It reached out from a sluggish, weak heart that found the strength to beat out a cadence only his heart understood. It seeped out in a single teardrop that fell from her closed eye but managed to trickle down onto his hand.
The door swung open and a powerful vacuum of air swooshed in. Death had come. He recognized it, like a thick black cloud, swirling in supremacy. He felt the ice-cold chill of it, smelled its rancid stench. Death had thwarted all efforts and forced its way in. It stood at the door, as if ashamed for the conquest it was about to make, but refused to be denied.
He looked at Annie, saw the single tear-stained path, and knew the choice that had been taken away from her. He watched her chest fall with one last breath and realized she'd given in to death. But she'd done it beautifully.
|
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Lost & Found
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/lost-and-found-1
| 4.41 | null |
Lesbian Sex
|
As I lay beside you in the night, the moonlight penetrates the window curtains enough to throw your silhouette into relief. I watch your breasts rise and fall with the slow, gentle rhythm of your breathing. Your face is turned away from me slightly, and the moon glow highlights your high cheeks, your slightly turned up nose. I'm filled with warmth, contentment. If I were a cat, I think I would purr. I feel giddy, almost like a 13 year old. Just three months ago, I didn't think I could ever feel this way. I didn't think I could ever be in love again.
You were the first person I had ever fallen in love with. You were the first person who made me understand the meaning of those three words. We met almost three years ago, both of us nurses, both of us volunteering a couple of times a week at one of the free clinics. I liked you, admired you, right from the start. You were open and friendly, smart and compassionate - a good nurse, but more. In your care, hostile patients lost their belligerence, the frightened patient felt secure, and the children always wanted to play with you, to touch you. You had that way with people, you still do.
We were friends, good friends, before we ever became lovers. It didn't take us long to understand that we were attracted to each other. But we each had had enough of college romances that lasted a couple of months, or encounters that lasted a couple of hours. We had time, we wanted to be cautious, so we went slowly and we became good friends.
Several months passed, then, after one particularly tough Saturday at the clinic, you said that all you wanted was a shower, a glass of wine and a back rub. I said my place was an easy walk...We picked up Chinese on the way, but we never got around to eating it. We made love that night for hours. My tongue all over your breast and nipples; your tongue between my legs; we explored each other in ways I had dreamed about since we had met. My fingers, deep inside you, I felt your spasms and thrilled to your orgasms, as if they were my own. Your fingers inside me, your tongue and lips caressing my clitoris, lifted me up on seemingly endless waves of passion and pleasure. I loved the scent of you, the feel of you on me, in me, next to me. You took me to new and wonderful places, but remained my link to reality. Intertwined limbs became intertwined hearts. We had sex that night, but we made love. For me, you had changed everything, forever.
After that, we were inseparable. I don't remember who suggested moving in together, but within the month we had. These were the giddy days, days when work seemed to drag until the time I could rush home to you, to your arms. When I came through the door, panties wet and nipples hard with desire, I'd die a little if you weren't already there. Often we made love before we even took time to eat our supper. I loved to undress you, to peel the clothing from your body, saving your panties until last, while I feasted on your lips and then your breasts. I loved your breasts, smaller than mine, but firm and little upturned like your nose. Your nipples were long and grew longer when I aroused you, and I loved to circle them with my tongue. And when this caused you to start to moan, I knew you were ready. My mouth would start its greedy trip down the valley of your tummy, towards the center of you. My hand, already caressing your thighs, would move up to find your warm, moist folds. My fingers would slip between them, sliding back and forth, occasionally moving up to circle and just touch your clitoris, swollen and straining out of its hood. And when my lips found the wiry patch of your pubic hair, they dropped immediately down to your clitoris. Gentling running my teeth across back and forth over it, I would penetrate you with my fingers, feeling your hips rise from the bed to draw them ever deeper. Swinging my body between your legs, my tongue would travel down through the folds and back up to your clitoris, while my fingers did their magic inside you. And I would feel my own orgasm building as I watched your face reflect the pleasure I was giving to you. And when I had made you cum until you couldn't cum anymore, you would start on me.....
The giddiness of our first weeks together gave way to months of deep contentment. These were the days of quiet evenings spent together, passion mixed with laughter, food shopping together, sex and housework. For eighteen months, I was happier than I had ever been in my life. I didn't even realize it when things started to change. But, then, one day I noticed that your eyes no longer seemed to quite meet mine when we talked; the words "I love you" seemed to fall less frequently from your lips, the nights spent lying together, holding each other grew fewer. At first I suspected, then I feared, and then I knew that there was someone else. We never could keep secrets from each other, and one beautiful Saturday morning I asked you. Your lovely green eyes started to fill and you turned away from me, your lower lip beginning to tremble. You said it had started as a friendship at work. You had not wanted it to be more, you had fought to keep it from becoming more, but in the end you couldn't help it. The pull, the attraction between you was too strong. You had fallen in love with Him.
Him. The word exploded in my brain. I had not expected, not even suspected it. Him. Stunned, I asked if you had, if the two of you had......I couldn't find the words to finish asking. But the look on your face, in your eyes, told me, before your words, that you were lovers. That's when the shock gave way to the hurt, to the sharp, physical pain in my chest and in my heart, that made me think I might be sick. The pain that would dull during the days to come, but continue to ache for the weeks and months that followed. And I felt tears, rolling down my face, falling on my blouse. I couldn't look at you. I knew that you loved children; I had seen the wistful looks when we encountered laughing families in the market, at the park. I knew that your parents' disapproval of our life together weighed heavily on you, but I never suspected. If it had been another woman, I would know what to say, how to win you back, but Him.....how do I even begin to understand losing you to Him?
You wanted to tell me about Him, to tell me He was kind and good and gentle, but I couldn't listen. I didn't want to know. Instead, I asked when you were leaving. You said that He was going to help you tomorrow, Sunday. I said I had to be at the clinic very early. You see, I couldn't hate you. And if I met Him, knowing that you loved Him, I couldn't hate Him either. And that was just too much. I left you sitting there, tears on your cheeks.
I went for a walk in the warm spring weather, averting my eyes, avoiding stares from strangers. When I came home, you were gone and I was by myself.
Hours became days and days became weeks. I learned to take my love for you and my ache for you and lock it away in a seldom-used part of my heart. Every day I would take it out for a while and I would let myself feel it and I would cry for the loss of you. I would hug the sweater you had left behind, hungry for the smell, the odor, of you. But, as the days became weeks, I took the ache and the longing out less and less; my tears became fewer and fewer. Sleep returned, and though the memory of the love and of the hurt lingered, the ache subsided and I learned, slowly, to smile again.
Then today, when I came home, the door was unlocked. I opened it and there you were, sitting in my grandmother's old wooden rocker, a suitcase next to you. I stepped inside and you stood. I felt that locked part of my heart starting to open and I pushed against its door to stop it. The sudden, unexpected need to slam it shut made me momentarily cruel, and I asked why you were here, if He had thrown you out. I saw you wince as my words struck home and felt tears begin to sting my eyes, as you said, no, you had left Him. My heart was suddenly chilled and I asked if He had hurt you. To my relief, you shook your head no. I felt confusion, I started to ask why, but you walked to me and put a finger over my lips, silencing me, and you said
"I left Him because He wasn't you."
I felt the lock on that place in my heart break and all the love and all the longing that I had stored there, that I had tried to forget, came tumbling out. I felt tears welling up and rolling down my cheeks. As I wrapped my arms around you and pressed my lips to yours, I tasted the saltiness of your tears mingling with my own
I don't know how long we stood together like that, holding each other and kissing. I don't know how we found our way to my, to our bed, to make love. I remember your hands and your lips gliding over every part of me. I remember the sweetness of your scent, and your moans as my tongue circled the nipples I so loved, and my fingers penetrated the moist folds of flesh I had so longed to touch again. I remember that, our passion momentarily spent, we went to the kitchen to eat ice cream and that we returned to our bed with a bottle of wine and glasses and renewed desire for each other. And I remember that this time we made slow, languorous love until late into the night.
And now, I am laying here beside you, content. Too content, even for sleep. Tomorrow, there will be questions and probably some awkwardness. But love, and answers too. And we will sort things out. So, for now, I think I'll just lay here and watch you sleep and continue to be content that you are here, with me, again.
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Across The Room
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/across-the-room-1
| 4.53 | null |
Mature
|
I saw him across the room being greeted by the host. I felt the blood drain from my face. I thought for a moment I was going to faint.
I was attending the exhibition of a third rate painter's work, for which, as a freelance journalist, I was to write a review for a minor local paper. I had got sick of the sugary pink and white creations, and was standing around with a cocktail called, I believe, "A Landmine." It tasted of dishwater and kerosene.
I had been watching the silly posturing and stupid conversations that these pretentious occasions give rise to, laced as they are with "Dears" and "Darlings," when I saw him.
My mind swirled back nearly seven years to a beautiful summer day. At the time, I was the wife of a Housemaster at a middle ranking private school. One of the duties was to entertain to tea once a week, two of the students. They were appallingly boring and formal occasions and I am sure the students, or should I call them victims, liked them no more than I did.
The day in question was during the last but one week before the school broke up for the summer recess. We were to entertain two senior boys, both of whom were leaving to go on to university. One of them was Hartley George, the other boy's name I cannot now recall.
There was an influenza virus going round the school, and the day before the "Tea," my husband, Arthur Greenwith, took to bed, laid low by the dread disease. He suggested that we cancel the tea, but I objected. Hartley had become a particular favourite of mine, and I had observed that he had a strong attachment to me. This often happens in boy's schools, where women are rare, and they are away from the feminine company of mothers and sisters.
Arthur was in no condition to care one way or the other, so I went ahead with the tea. As it turned out, Hartley arrived on his own. The virus had also struck down the other boy. So we ate and drank alone.
Hartley was almost fully-grown at that time, being tall, about six feet, and well built, with an almost gypsy look about him. He had somehow escaped the worst things those private schools do to their victims, and he turned out a gentle and considerate boy with a taste for the arts. His father owned a chain of clothing stores around the country, and on the occasions when he had turned up for parent's days in his Rolls-Royce, he presented as a loud mouthed, bombastic man. Hartley had also escaped that character trait.
After our tea, I suggested that as it was such a beautiful day, we take a walk through the woods that abutted our back fence. Hartley agreed, so we went out through the gate in our back fence, and strolled through the trees to the stream that flowed some little distance away.
Arriving at the stream, we sat down on a grassy patch and for a while continued our conversation about music. Then at one point in our talk, Hartley took my hand. "You know I love you?" he said.
He followed up these words by leaning over and kissing me gently on the lips and in doing this he released my hand, and I felt his hand cup my breast.
I protested, "Stop this Hartley, I'm a married woman."
He didn't stop, but moved closer to me, still cupping my breast and kissing me. "I want you so badly," he said. "I've wanted you ever since I came to this school. I love you so much."
I pushed him away saying, "And I'm very fond of you, Hartley, but we can't do this."
He said nothing for a moment, then went on, "If you really cared about me, you'd let me do it with you."
Here I must explain the nature of my situation.
My mother had died when I was twelve. My father, with whom I was very close, died when I was eighteen of cancer. I had nursed him through his illness for nearly two years, and when he died I was exhausted and bereft.
He had left me a few investments which, given the strictest economy, I could just about manage on. To try to recover from my exhaustion I went for a week to a seaside boarding house. Here I met Arthur Greenwith. He was some fifteen years older than I was but he seemed to have a sort of solid assurance about him. I suppose this was what drew me to him. With the loss of my father, I was seeking some new anchor in my life, and Arthur seemed to provide that.
To cut a long story short, I ended up marrying him, and on our wedding night I found what a ghastly mistake I had made.
I am not sure whether he is a repressed homosexual or not, but he was quite incapable of getting an erection with me, and his attempt to penetrate, half hearted as it was, was an utter failure. He could not even break through my hymen. This I did long afterwards by using a dildo.
I was bitterly disappointed and quite horrified when Arthur said, "It doesn't really matter, you don't want kids, do you!" It was not a question, but a statement. I did want kids, but his tone encouraged no argument.
I silently wept myself to sleep that night and many nights afterwards.
In time, I discovered what Arthur really wanted. He wanted first, a housekeeper. Then he wanted the respectability of being married. As he worked in a boy's school any hint that a master was homosexual was death to that master. A married man was thought to be safe.
Another thing he wanted was a decorative wife. Someone one who would outmatch the rather frumpy wives of the other masters. Even if I say so myself, I had no difficulty doing that, and this was demonstrated by the way the other masters and the older boys ogled me. I hasten to point out that Hartley had never ogled me. His gaze was a sort of ardent longing.
I acknowledge that I enjoyed this devotion, and reciprocated with an affectionate concern for him. If you condemn this, then put yourself in my place. A young women with an impotent husband having the attention of a handsome, loving young man just a few years younger than she.
Now here I was with this young man pleading with me, and understanding from my own experience what sexual frustration can do to one, my heart went out to him. I admit that his approach had aroused me, and I could feel the wetness growing round my vagina.
I laid back and pulled back the hem of my frock, exposing my panties. "Take my panties off, darling," I whispered.
He paused for a moment, and then reaching up pulled off the garment to expose my sex organ.
"Come into me, sweetheart"
He undid the front of his trousers, came over me, and I guided him into me.
He was very gentle and loving, and, it was my first time with a man apart from Arthur's failed attempt, and I am sure it was his first time with a woman.
He gave little gasps interspersed with declarations of love as he moved up and down in me. I reassured him, "Lovely darling. It's beautiful."
He could not last long, and soon I felt his movements quicken, then he was pumping his seed into me. I thought it would never stop. I even had the rather humorous thought; "He's been saving all his sperm since he came to puberty just for me."
When he had finished, he lay in me for a long time, stroking my face and still declaring his love.
In the end I had to say, "We must go back now, darling, my husband might want something to eat or drink."
He sighed, but removed his penis from me. We tried to straighten ourselves up a bit, then walked hand in hand back to the gate in the fence.
The end of term being upon us, life became a whirl of activity, and that was the last time I saw or heard from him, until this moment at the art exhibition.
He was walking along with a notebook in his hand making brief notes as he came in my direction. I thought I might flee - hide in the ladies room – but finally decided to face the situation.
He was almost upon me before he saw me. He stopped, stared, then said, "It's Mrs.Greenwith, isn't it?"
"Ex Mrs.Greenwith. I'm Tara Ashe now," I said. "Mr.Greenwith and I parted company and got divorced many years ago."
"Oh! How are you?"
The formality seemed ludicrous and we both knew it. Questions were tumbling through my head, and I am sure through Hartley's, but we continued down the safe track. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"I'm supposed to be reviewing this stuff for one of the Dailies," he replied. "What about you?"
"Well, it seems we are in the same trade," I said, "I'm doing a review for one of the local rags."
The hubbub around us had grown considerably so I half shouted at him, "Look, we can't talk here, and I don't know about you, but I've had enough of this rubbish. Let's go and sit in the park across the street."
He agreed and we strolled to a park bench and sat.
"It's a beautiful day," he said. "Like another beautiful day I can remember."
I didn't fail to get his drift, but decided to ignore it. "What's been happening to you all these years," I asked. "I always thought you'd go into your father's business."
"That's what dad thought too," he smiled. "But I had other ideas. Apart from anything else, I don't think the old man and I could have hit it off for long. He's too dictatorial for me. I went into journalism, you know, the arts side of things. How about you?"
"Oh, I just do a bit of freelancing to pay the rent. It helps top up the bit my father left me."
"Oh."
Silence.
We both wanted to open the one subject most important to us, but we didn't seem to know how.
The sun seemed to go in, and looking up I saw dark clouds approaching.
"It looks as if we are going to get some rain," I said, "My flat is just across the park. If you fancy a cup of coffee and we hurry, we can be there before we get soaked."
We ran together and as we entered the hall doorway, down came the rain.
The block was only two stories high, and my flat was one flight up. It was quite a humble abode, being in keeping with my income. I didn't have much in the way decor, but what I did have was good quality. Hartley looked round appreciatively.
"Very nice," he commented.
I invited him to sit down, and left the room. I went down to my daughter's room where she was playing with the sitter. I paid the sitter and thanked her and she left. I took my little girl's hand and said, "I've got someone I'd like you to meet."
"Is it a nice someone?" she asked.
"You'll find out," I laughed, and took her to where I had left Hartley in the lounge.
As we entered, I noticed that Hartley was sitting in a way that had always been typical of him. He had one leg crossed over the other, with his hands clasped in front of his knees.
"This is Cara," I said.
He looked up and said, "Hello Cara."
Cara, in the open way children have, went to him, placed her hands on his, looked for a moment and said, "You're very pretty."
Instead of the usual adult response of an embarrassed laugh, Hartley smiled and said, "Thank you Cara. I think you are pretty to," as indeed she is.
As I watched the two of them, I suddenly saw Hartley's face drained of blood. He went parchment white. I thought he was going to faint.
I said to Cara, "Darling, mummy will be getting dinner ready soon, but Mr.George and I want to have a talk, would you go and play in your room for a while?"
Cara left and I sat.
I knew exactly what Hartley had seen. There could be no mistake. There was nothing of Arthur's thinning blonde hair and insipid blue eyes. Nor was their any sign of my dark blonde hair and grey green eyes. The dark hair, soft brown eyes and gypsy complexion told the story.
"She's mine, isn't she," he stammered.
I decided to be pedantic. "No Hartley. If she is anyone's, she is ours."
"Well of course, I meant...you never told me, you never let me know, why? Why didn't you tell me? I could have...I would have..."
"I know you would, Hartley, but there were reasons for not telling you."
"What reasons?"
"First, you were very young. You were just launching out into life. I decided that I could handle the situation. Also, I was responsible. Although I am only a few years older than you, on that afternoon I was more or less in my husband's place. I was the one who should have stopped what happened, not you."
"Was that why you and Mr.Greenwith..."
I cut in. "It was the thing that brought to an end what would have ended anyway. Arthur could not possibly have been the father for the simple reason we did not have sex, and you are the only person I have ever had sex with."
"You mean, in all these years...?"
"Yes, in all these years. Now suppose we talk about Cara."
"I could make you an allowance for her..."
"You could, but you won't," I snapped. "My question is, would you like to get to know your daughter?"
He snapped back, "Of course I damn well would."
"All right, don't let's start out with a family quarrel," I laughed.
He laughed with me. "Yes, I would like very much to get to know her."
"How would your wife or girlfriend or whatever, think about it."
"There isn't anyone. Your not the only one who can go without."
"Very well. I'm about the prepare dinner. Would you like to stay and eat with us?"
"I'd love to."
"Then come and make yourself useful in the kitchen and I'll fetch Cara."
That evening began the process of Cara getting to know her father, without her knowing he was her father. I had to be sure I could trust Hartley with her, and whether she wanted to be with him.
Things progressed from Hartley joining us for an occasional meal, to letting him go out with us, then finally allowing Hartley to take her out on his own.
Hartley's loving gentleness had not deserted him and Cara seemed to have inherited it. I could see almost as a visible thing, the love growing between them.
Hartley spent more and more time with us, often staying on long after Cara had been put to bed. One thing that puzzled me was why Hartley never made any sexual overtures to me. Had I become undesirable? Ugly? I confess I checked up on myself In the mirror.
What I saw was quite a presentable thirty year old. Breasts in very good order at 38B, despite the fact that I had breast-fed Cara. Legs looking good but a bit marked with child bearing. No signs of heavy lines on the face, and an almost unused vagina.
I suppose I might have also asked myself why I didn't make any sexual overtures. Hartley certainly didn't repulse me. He was as sexually attractive to me as he had been all those years ago when I succumbed. So why?
At one stage, about three months after I had met Hartley at the exhibition, he began bringing us expensive gifts. I put a stop to this.
"I don't want Cara getting into the habit of expecting these gifts. I want her to look forward to seeing you for your own sake, not for the sake of a gift. And you don't need to buy me gifts. I am delighted just to see you, and to know that you and Cara are happy to be together.
Hartley protested. "All these years you've been the one to pay out for Cara. Now, you won't accept money from me and you won't let me buy gifts. What can I do?"
"Do what you are doing now, give us yourself. That's what we want."
Hartley saw the point, and the gifts, although they didn't stop completely, were relegated to special times like birthdays.
Twelve months passed. Hartley was now part of our lives. Cara was seven years old, and as we were to discover, quite a shrewd observer of the human condition.
One evening Hartley was about to put Cara to bed, when she said, "When are you two going to get married so I can have a proper daddy?"
We were both stunned, but Hartley carried it off with a laugh and said, "We'll see, Cara."
When he returned we were both silent for a long while, then Hartley said, "When am I going to be allowed to be a proper daddy?"
Taking this to be a proposal, I suddenly found that the years of aloneness, the deprivation, the need I had for love, suddenly overwhelmed me. I burst into tears, sobbing as if my heart would break.
Hartley came to me and took me in his arms. "What is it, my love. Did I say something...did I upset you...tell me..."
I howled even louder. In all the years I had never given way, now it all poured out in one great flood, crashing through the emotional barriers I had erected to defend myself and Cara.
"Hold me, just hold me, you idiot," I jerked out through my sobs. "I love you rotten beautiful bastard. So just hold me tight and don't ever let go, or I'll kill you."
The emotional storm raged on with Hartley holding me and I clinging to him and beating my fists against his chest, my tears soaking his shirt front, my nose streaming, and all the unattractive things that go with copious weeping.
Finally I subsided. I pulled away from Hartley to let him see my ugly tear stained face.
"And now tell me you want to be a 'proper daddy'" to Cara. "Just look at my ugly face and tell me that."
"I want to be a proper daddy to Cara, and in addition, I love your ugly face."
Another storm of weeping.
"All right, be a proper daddy, and have my ugly face."
"Agreed. When?"
"What a lousy way to propose."
"What a lousy way to accept."
We collapsed with laughter, mine being a bit hysterical.
We finally came to ourselves and began to tackle the question, "when?"
It was to be as soon as possible. We had waited for many years, and that of course is what all those years had been about. Hartley confessed there had been a couple of women, but they had come to nothing. As he said, he was unfair to them, because he was always looking for me in them. And my years of abstinence were equivalent. I wanted Hartley, and not a substitute.
One thing you might find quirky among all the many quirky things in our little history. That night we decided that having waited so long without having sex with each other, we would now wait until we were married.
"Let's do it properly next time," Hartley said.
"Do what properly?" I asked.
"Get you pregnant."
"If we can get more like Cara," let's do it often, I told him.
"It will be my pleasure," he retorted.
"Don't be greedy," I said, "I want some of the pleasure to, you know."
We fell into laughter again.
He left and I peeped into Cara. She was still awake.
"You are going to have a proper daddy," I told her.
She put her arms round my neck and said, "Good, I love him just as much as you, you know."
"Out of the mouths of babes..."
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A Kristian Goddess
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/a-kristian-goddess
| 4.2 | null |
Lesbian Sex
|
I woke up early in the morning knowing that you were driving in sometime today, but not knowing for sure when you'd get here. I had to work at the restaurant, so I gave you the number and told you how to get there, but didn't convince myself that you'd actually show up there. Boy, was I wrong. I wore some Wranglers with a cute lil tan blouse and had my hair up in a matching ball cap.
Lunch run was just starting to get busy, when I, from the back of the restaurant, seen someone walk in that I knew hadn't been there before. She quietly sat down at an empty table with her back to me. She was beautiful and I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I was sure that my mouth was wide open. I collected myself and grabbed a menu to take to this Goddess who had suddenly captured my thoughts. Little did I know I was in for the surprise of my life! I finally arrived at the table when she looked up and said with a smile, "Hey, baby girl."
"Oh my God!!" I exclaim. "You're here!! I can't believe you're here, Kristian." You quickly got up to hug me. I thought for a moment you were going to kiss me right then and there, but you held back and I let out a soft whimper as you sat back down. I sat with you every chance I got, holding your hand, and whispering "sweet nothings" in your ear, not caring if anyone saw me or not. You were the only person that mattered in this moment in time to me.
Finally, my shift was over and I was free to leave with you. I grabbed your hand and pulled you along behind me as I hurriedly left the building... clearing a spot for you to sit next to me in my truck. We sped off not knowing where to go from here. I just kept driving. Your hand on my thigh gently squeezing it softly whenever I got going too fast. Somehow, we wound up at the small lake nearby. You seen a semi-secluded area and told me to stop in there, so we could talk. I didn't put up any arguments to that... a chance to really calm down and relax and talk to you was just what I needed. You turned the music up a lil bit as one of your favorite songs came on the radio. "Shiver." I flashed a devilish smile, but said not a word. You had been sending me shivers since the first time I had laid eyes on you back at the restaurant, and you knew it! You gently caressed my face with your hands while singing the song. I was melting in your hands.
You leaned in and whispered, "Can I kiss you?" I didn't have to say a word... you knew I wanted it more than anything. You kissed me softly at first. Then you parted my lips with your tongue. I met it with my own tongue. The world seemed to stop around us. Everything was a blur. But it didn't matter because I finally had you in my arms. We kissed for what seemed like hours, but in reality, it was only a couple minutes. The passionate kiss finally broke and we were both breathless and were eager to do more. "That was the best kiss I've ever had, Kris. Wow! I love you so much!"
"I love you, more, baby girl. Now! Let's get outta here and go somewhere a lil more... roomy," you say. "I've already got a motel room for us, baby. Made the arrangements earlier today," I say with a proud grin.
The motel was only about 15 minutes away, but that was too long for us. I found it extremely hard to drive and not keep a watchful eye on the love of my life. You, too, found it hard to keep your hands to yourself. We wanted in each other's clothes and couldn't wait till we got to the motel. You wanted to have me NOW! Your hands fiddled with my jean button and zipper until you got them unfastened. You urged me to tilt the steering wheel up and I did so without hesitation. I was beyond wet right now and wanted you on me. The romantic side of me urged you to stop, but the more animalistic side of me urged you to never quit.
You pulled down on my thighs hinting at me to slouch down a little bit so you could have easier access to my awaiting love button. You began kissing, sucking, and licking on my neck while forcing a hand down the front of my thong. I gasped and had to hold on tight to the steering wheel. You giggled softly in my ear knowing that you were driving me crazy and driving me close to the edge. "Hold on tight, boo," you coo in my ear. Then your lips left my neck in an instant and found their way to my heaving stomach... I let out a small moan... then you move lower... onto my awaiting and pulsing clit. Your hand deep inside my panties still, partaking in my love juices. My body jumps and twitches to your every touch. The vibes I felt before with you over the computer were nothing compared to what I was feeling now. I was in heaven. You ran your tongue under the waistband of my thong. I was having a very hard time driving now and you sensed this. "Be careful, baby. Don't wreck us before I get to taste you," you say with a sly grin. That was enuff to send me over the edge. My body shook as I came on your hand with a loud moan. "Oh, babyyyyy... I'm cumming." I yell. This wasn't enuff for you tho. You wanted more. I had to slow down because of a stop light ahead. You took this small amount of time to pull my jeans down further. Then you attacked my dripping wet puss with your glorious mouth licking up my slit and swallowing my cum.
"OH... MY... GOD!" I scream, oblivious to anyone around me, and to the fact that light had now turned green. I open my eyes to see the green light and punch the gas pedal which in turn forces your mouth further onto me. "I can't handle this, baby... You gotta stop... please!" I plead with you. But you wouldn't. I was at your mercy. Your tongue felt wonderful on me and combined with your fingers along my slit and deep in my canal... it wasn't long before I was cumming again right as we pulled into the parking lot of the motel. "Oh my God, baby. I gotta recover before we get out. I've never cum with anyone before, let alone twice!!" I say breathless as I pull your head up gently with my hands. Your face is shiny with my love juices. I kiss you gently on the lips tasting my own juices in your mouth still. I finally catch my breath and get out of the truck, grabbing your hand to help you out behind me. Never letting it go until we reach the door to the motel room.
By now, the sun was just below the horizon and the sky was beautifully colored with purples, yellows, reds, pinks, oranges, and blues. I couldn't resist the urge to kiss you while we were standing at the door. You were so beautiful and I was falling deeper in love with you with each passing second. I couldn't believe that I was holding you... finally.
I opened the door to the room and walked in with you right behind me. As you walked in the room, I closed the door fast and grabbed your arm... pinning you against the door... holding your arms above your head. I tossed my cap off my head and pulled my hair dilly out... allowing my hair to flow freely. I pressed my whole body against yours to feel you hold your breath in. I leaned in to kiss your lips passionately.
Our tongues danced together. You moaned in my mouth and I repaid the compliment by moaning back. I kissed your neck... your ears... your forehead... then I slowly lifted your shirt above your head. I stood back a second to admire your beautiful breasts before I undid your bra and tossed it behind me. I cupped your right boob in my hand as I began licking your nipple. Your whole body tensed up. It was then that you noticed the room. You were taken by surprise when I gave you the "door kiss," and didn't have a chance to look inside. "Sweetie... when did you do all this?" you ask softly. I stop what I'm doing to allow you to look around the room. There were white roses and sunflowers everywhere and a nicely wrapped gift for you on a shelf. "I had the flowers delivered here this afternoon after I seen you. When I felt the sparks between you and I at the restaurant, I knew right then that things were gonna work out this way," I proclaim.
You walk back up to me with them "I wanna make love to you" eyes. You take a page outta my book and push me against the wall and smile. "I love you," you whisper. "I love you more!" I say back as I kiss your lips tenderly. Then I walk you backwards towards the bed. We're both stripping our clothes off as we go. I break the kiss just for an instant and try to speak but before I can, you place a finger over my lips. You know exactly what I'm gonna say before I say it. "I know, hun." You wanna take it nice and slow, too. "I'm not going anywhere and we have all night."
We lay down on the bed next to each... just caressing each others body's... cuddling and whispering words of love and devotion to each other. We both know this relationship is going to be a long and very happy one. We make love to each other all night long. You bring me to many more climaxes. I seem to know exactly what to do and have you moaning in pleasure all night long as well. Even had you squirt once on me much to my delight. Our bodies finally collapse around morning time. I snuggle up to you and kiss you hand softly. "I don't ever wanna leave this room, Kristian. I wanna live like this forever. I want you to stay with me for the rest of our lives."
"I want that, too, Melissa." We fall asleep in each others arms dreaming of the perfect love we just made!
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The Eyes of Innocence
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-eyes-of-innocence
| 4.11 | null |
Non-Erotic
|
The night air stirred the wind outside her bedroom window, as she peered into the darkness, and thoughts of betrayal filled her every thought. Just days prior, she felt her heart leaping at future plans and talk of tomorrow's shared. The despair of deceit filled the room, as if all she ever believed in was ripped from her soul, a spirit too scorned to ever reach a plateau of happiness again.
A Thursday morning which started just as any other, the scramble of feet to the floor, the hurry to shower and ready for another day in the working force. Emily, was an average woman of build and looks, nothing glamorous or erotic, just the typical shy, girl next-door type. Her demeanor was that of a small kitten, trusting and care-free, yet when the occasion arose to become assertive and snap into a state of independence for the purpose of shielding herself, the turn of kitten to wildcat could be seen. As she prepared herself for the day, the smile of happiness and content shown from her face just as if the smile was a portrait of truth.
Emily had spent her life working for all she had achieved, never asking for handouts or help. Her childhood was not that of a typical child, it was more of a test of strength and endurance to withstand trauma. The only thing she had was a kind heart, filled with giving and honest aspirations. As the years went by, Emily turned her life around, the girl she once was became the woman she is. Emily worked in a flower shop, where each day was filled with Mother Earth's beautiful creations. She enjoyed what she did for the simple fact that flowers were usually given for occasions of love, remembrance, and thinking of you.
The life of Emily rose was a comfortable one, until the day he walked into her life. Joseph was an intelligent, handsome bachelor who seemed to be looking for the same things as she. The two met in an unusual way, not the everyday chance meeting but over a computer. Emily spent her evenings talking to friends in chatrooms, getting to know people and building relationships. Each night she would spend a little more time on her computer, not fully aware that one night she would meet the man of her dreams. When Emily and Joseph took the leap and began to talk, the instant attraction became more. Every night Emily would race home in hopes of finding Joseph waiting and ready to converse, and each night the love she felt became deeper and deeper. As days turned to weeks, the two finally let the words come forth and all the beauty Emily had seen in her flower creations was seen more so through the three words she had spent a lifetime looking for.
Joseph was in the Navy, and knew that one day he would be called back to sea. Although his time left in the Navy was short, he never took his mind from his duties. In many ways he loved Emily, but the love he felt for a career seem to be more. She knew how he felt for she too had served her country in prior years and had wished she never left. Joseph spent many hours with Emily, the two sharing stories of their lives, and hopes of their future together. Emily believed everything Joseph told her, all promises he made, and the commitment they shared. She fell in love with him quickly, and always questioned why, yet she knew in her heart the answer. He enkindled a flame in her that had never seen light, her heart a tool of ignition. Emily gave him all her love and devotion, yet he pulled away, perhaps scared of loving something more than himself and his career. To love fully, one must first love themselves, and always put the other first, for love is a gift of purity. Joseph loved Emily, yet only used her as he would a gun to save himself.
The time passed, and time shared with Emily seem to turn to others, filling her nights with loneliness and frustration. She believed in him, and knew he would always do right by her, never lying or finding humor in her pain. The night just as all before started with hello's and kisses, yet turned into an ugly forum of Joseph sharing the personal relationship they had built with a room of friends and strangers. Emily was devastated to think of the love they shared becoming a mockery of humor. She only felt the scorn of a broken heart, to numb to feel anything but. Her eyes closed, for she was dead, her heart torn into a thousand pieces, and the feeling of loss consumed her body.
The night went on, and Emily sat in a corner chair, lights lowered and the knowledge of her being unworthy to live filled her mind. Never before had she loved another as she did Joseph, and never would she again. The next day, the room roared with laughter at Emily, showing her the fool that she was. As Joseph talked she listened, and at that moment, she forgave him and told him she would wait an eternity for his love. Joseph could only say he loved her, and was sorry.
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"love",
"night emily",
"love felt",
"joseph",
"emily"
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Thunderbolts
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https://www.literotica.com/s/thunderbolts
| 4.11 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
... and he looked up, as she rode him, her outline in the dark sky, visible through the sliding glass door. Her face was filled with the joy of passion fulfilled, as she felt him deeply inside her. Her movements so extreme, to take all of his hardened shaft deeply within her.
Her head rolled as did her eyes, as she could feel those wonderful sensations build. He had to let go of her breasts, and put his hands to his sides, to steady himself, so as not to let his cock slide out of her passion soaked pussy.
She could not take her breasts not to be stimulated, and reached up to massage them herself, watching his eyes fill with the fire of his own passion. Oh how she loved this man, and oh how she could make him feel this. His pelvis pushed up to her, to feed their passions, their desires, to be within each other. She loved her man so much, and loved to please him, knew that he wanted her to let go of everything, and to be who or what she was. Right now, she was a wanton vixen, making wild passionate love to her soul mate, and she played with her own hardened nipples right before his face, smiling that wonderfully wicked smile, which turned her man on so completely.
"Oh baby, yes, take me deep with you, and let me watch you please your breasts. God, they are so beautiful!"
"Yes my darling, for you, for me, for us, all this, and so much more."
With that, her eyes closed, her head rolled back and she began that wondrous climb. He moved his hands so he could rub her clitoris, that was now rock hard and visible in between their thrusts.
"Oh god baby, yes, oh rub me, just like that, oh yes, push baby, harder, mmmmmm watch me my love, watch me come for you."
With that, her entire body was a complete shudder, and as she screamed her delight at the pinnacle of orgasm, a flash of lightening lit up the sky and their apartment, showing him her passion filled face most clearly, and he fell in love with his woman all over again.
She started to whimper, that happy whimper, soft, sexy, pleased, fulfilled. She relaxed herself, and let herself slide off his still hard cock, and fell on top of him, resting against his pounding chest.
she reached her face up to him, and nibbled on his ear lobe, before whispering, “oh i love you,”
“I want something”, she said, I want you to stand over me, and let me see you make yourself come for me. I want to feel your hot come on my body, and see it shoot out of that beautiful hard cock.
With that she rolled over to the floor, and he rose above her now, his body a silhouette against the stormy sky. She watched as his hands slowly, at first, pumped his hard cock, and smiled as she could see it glisten with all her hot pussy juice that had been left on it making his strokes easy and well lubricated. Of course with her riding him in such a frenzy of passion and desire, he was not far from his own orgasm, and when she started to coo, “oh yes my baby, stroke your hard cock, just for me, shoot your hot come on me”, he could feel himself at his own brink.
She could feel his feet against her sides, and she sensed him as his body did its own shudders, and it was as if she could see it all building, in his face, his muscles, his strokes, all of it. She watched in complete erotic fascination, as her man masturbated for her.
As his moans became fervent, she readied herself, propping herself up on her elbows for her show.
Once again, a flash of lightning filled the sky and their room just as his first jet shot from his cock. She could see every part of it, and it was almost like slow motion, as his stream arched towards her awaiting body.
She came again, as the hot liquid of his love and passion hit her body, from her chin, to her stomach. Again he shot, this time landing directly on her nipple, and her orgasm intensified. One more last spasm, with less energy, and it landed on her already wet pubic curls.
They were both frozen in time for just that moment, he standing with his spent cock in his hand, above his woman, now covered in his life/love fluids, she laying before her man, filled with love.
As he slowly bent to her, to kiss her, and lay upon her, to celebrate their glow, she reached her fingers to rub his come on her body, giggling at the feel, smiling at her man as he came to kiss her. and she threw her arms around him, holding him tightly, letting them share their nectars of love, both saying I love you at the same time, and laughing at how they did so.
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"loved man",
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A Beautiful Day
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https://www.literotica.com/s/a-beautiful-day-2
| 4.39 | null |
Romance
|
Since this Sunday was particularly beautiful, and one of the nicer days before the set-in of what's sure to be a cold and snowy winter, I talked Brian into going to the country for the day, and although he resisted at first, as I told him he could instead stay home and do yard work, he relented, and thought taking a short day trip with his adoring wife may not be such a bad idea.
We decided to pack a lunch, and head to Brown County to see the fall leaves turn. Indeed, a very Indiana thing to do.
Still kind of moping, Brian drives in silence.
"Baby," I ask, "What's the matter?" I rub his cheek, and he leans his face to oblige me. He's not angry, just amiss because his first game plan didn't quite work out the way he wanted. (Sunday-Football, friends, yelling at the TV-typical man stuff. )
"Nothing, I'm fine."
I begin to rub his thigh, and see a small grin come over him, but since he's trying to gain my sympathy for his ill-fated day of sports, he tries to suppress the full effect of it. I move my hand near his crotch-and stop. Looking out the window, I smile and begin talking about the fantastic scenery.
"The leaves are beautiful this time of year. I'm so glad I talked you into coming out here." My fingers graze his crotch, not looking at him though, eyes still fixed to the window. He grunts a response, and puts his hand over mine, starting a stroking motion, but keeping his eyes on the road.
"What if I told you, " I lean and whisper in his ear, "that I will make it up to you?"
He looks at me and smirks. I know he's reading my mind. "I don't see how." He says, "The Colts and Baltimore are playing today. You know I wanted to see that game."
"I know, sweetie. You know I appreciate you doing this for me."
He glances over quickly, and I flash him a sexy smile, and he returns it.
We finally get to our spot. A place we found on an earlier trip several years ago in the heart of the park.
"Remember, we stopped here on our honeymoon. On the way to New Orleans?"
"I remember." Still moping. Poor baby...
"Sweetie," I cuddle up next to him, on a blanket we've laid under a beautiful sycamore. I have managed to throw together a wonderful picnic, with all his favorites, down to the Kendall Jackson chardonnay he's so crazy about. "You're not still mad?"
"I'm fine... promise."
I lean over to kiss his cheek. I lay the picnic out, and we take in the scenery as we eat and get our fill of wine, and his favorite chocolate cannolis for dessert.
He takes me in his arms and we fall back on the blanket...
Staring up at the beautiful autumn sky.
I climb on top of him, just as I know he prefers, and kiss him, long and hard. He begins to run his fingers through my hair, making his way to my ass. I grind against him, wanting to feel his middle against mine. He finally gets to his destination, and I sigh my approval into the kiss I've planted on his lips.
"You make me crazy, you know that, don't you?" he says as he turns me over on my back, and reattaches himself in a long slow kiss, exploring all of me, and I him. I can hear our favorite song by the Eagles playing on the box next to us, and this just gets us started even more, as he sings and says, "I love you" in my ear.
I reach between us to feel his cock, now grown hard and still against me. I cannot wait for it to fill me up, but Brian never makes my life so easy. Not a chance. I squeeze a little and he moves a little to accommodate me. He's looking in my eyes, as he runs his hands over my blouse, caressing my chest and pinching my nipples through my shirt. He lifts it over my head, exposing the gorgeous bra I know he loves to see me wear.
"You know I love that on you... you planned this, didn't you?" he lifts an eyebrow above those beautiful eyes of his, and I dutifully feign ignorance. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, baby." And I plant a small kiss on his neck, and wrap myself around him tighter, pulling him close. He smiles and starts to pull my straps down, and I lift myself to oblige him. Meanwhile, I am undoing his jeans, and my hand descends lower, going to the place I call all my own. He is simply breathtaking as the sun falls on his back, his shoulders, and makes me remember why I fell so hard for him in the first place.
He apparently has forgiven my little deception, because he has started to work on my breasts, already my nipples so tight in anticipation of his touch. He knows just what I like, running his lips and fingers all over my tits, my belly. I arch my back as to assist him, and just want more. I stroke his face to let him know I love it, and run my fingers through his hair. He works his way down, tasting and caressing every inch of me, until he gets to my shorts.
He literally kisses them off my body. That's why I simply adore this man.
His work done, he gets to the play of the moment. He kisses my thighs, making me wait for him to get to the task at hand, which in turn is making me wild. My hands find my way to his hair, pulling and tugging, a touch to convince him to make me his again. " Damn, but you're impatient..." He looks up and smiles, and I obligingly stick my tongue out at him. "Don't make me come up there and get that, Denise." I lie back and laugh, and just then--- bastard---he plunges his tongue deep in my pussy, effectively shutting me up.
"Smartass..."
I moan, the very beginning of incredible ecstasy filling my body. He begins to dart his talented tongue in and out of my soaked cunt, and I am out my head in need. He begins to make his way to my anxious clit, gently biting it at first, to make me pay for my interminable want. He begins to suck, and my body immediately begins to spasm.
"Not yet, love..."
I don't see how he thinks I can hold this back any longer, as I'm surely going to burst. Brian moves his fingers, in and out as he continues to suck and tickle my clit, and I am surely not going to last one more minute. Alas, I cannot, and I let go the fiercest orgasm I've ever experienced, screaming into the void of our surroundings.
"Yeah, baby... scream for me... you are so fucking hot..."
I regain my breathing, and lie still a few seconds before he is above me again. He is in my ear. "You love that, baby, don't you?"... I cannot speak, just kiss him - hard as I begin to make my way down myself...
I push him over on his back, and pull his jeans off the rest of the way, and then kiss my way back up to his solid cock... I kiss it and do a few tongue strokes for good measure, because right now, all I can think of doing is riding it, feeling it all the way inside me. I feel him swell more, as I lower body onto his, moaning with pleasure as I go, stuffing myself all the way up with his fabulous cock. With a loud cry, I lower my self onto his cock and I lean over him to give him access to my tits.
He obliges me, and I begin a slow motion descent into heaven. It is incredible, and I move as such. Brian grabs my ass, every motion he orchestrates.
"I love to watch you ride my cock, baby." This only encourages me. I start to move faster and Brian digs his nails deeper and harder in my ass, and a finger or two inside just to make me behave. I fall against him, alternately burying my face in his neck, and kissing him. "Cum for me baby," he encourages, and wanting only to please him at this moment, I give it all I have, and just as he repeats these words, I explode in a million pieces. He pushes up meet my pussy once more, and then pulls me off of him, placing me on my stomach.
"My turn..." And I know what that means...
He smacks my ass well, and pulls me up by my waist to meet him. He pushes his hot cock inside, and I'm in heaven all over again. Pumping hard and fast, I am his most willing bitch.
"Fuck me, baby... I love it when you shoot your load in my cunt..."
He is so turned on, and his form is glistening from sweat and lust. I love it when he fucks me from behind. He strokes me, leaning into me, kissing my neck, my back. He goes faster, and I feel my pulse race and body begin to vibrate once more, with every thrust. He pushes against me once, and again... and again... until, he lets himself go inside me, grabbing my waist in one fantastic motion, and his hot cum spilling into my now on fire cunt. He falls against me, and we entangle ourselves on the blanket, now a humped mess from our activity. I kiss him, and looks into my eyes and whispers he loves me. I smile.
"I'm so very glad we had a chance to come out here." I say softly, nuzzling his ear. " now this was better than any old football game, love?" He smacks my ass and grins. "You're not through making up for it, cara mia."
"Even if I taped the game for you, and told Dennis and Max to come over about 7 to watch with you?
He lights up. I guess that's a start...
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"love",
"smacks ass",
"beautiful day",
"run fingers",
"fingers hair"
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Fantasy
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/fantasy-26
| 4.36 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
It never occurred to me that lack of sex would play tricks with your mind. I thought it was the epitome of self sacrifice to go without for long stretches of time, showing that you are the master of your libido, the ruler of the temple that belongs exclusively to you.
Yeah, that sounds good.
I was dealing with this dilemma one night after a shitty day at work. I'd walked in my door to see that my answering machine was blowing up with messages from loved ones and friends with issues of varying degrees. Wanting to borrow money, for me to watch children, a ride somewhere or needing advice about no good men who have been no good since day one.
Not tonight. Fuck it.
I decide for once, I'll relax, not talk to anyone this evening, take a shower and climb in bed with a good movie. And before I drift off, maybe my vibrator...
Dammit, it's becoming my best friend...
No heartache though. Not like the last man I'd let replace it. Not a chance...
I move through my tiny apartment, with the big, romantic floor-to-ceiling windows, and undress as I go toward the bathroom. I'm down to my thong by the time I get there, and easily slide out of them as I climb into the shower.
Turn on the water.
I escape to the jet of the spray, my body releasing anxiety that had built over the day, over time.
"What I wouldn't give for a good cock and a tongue." I laugh to myself as I allow the water to consume me.
"Beauty, you are so fucking sexy, wonderful..."
I didn't say that.
Maybe my weariness has taken a turn to delusion, as I surely know I am alone.
Figures.
My illusion is a verbal mirage that doesn't even have the decency to turn visual...
I continue under the spray and moan the pleasure of the release of the day, the tiny fingers of water pounding flesh and spirit.
"Whatever," I say to myself, "no good cock for miles around anyway." The day falls away as I enjoy the renewal of myself underwater...
"I know you want me to make you scream. You are so beautiful..."
I know I didn't say that shit...
All at once, I'm surrounded by flesh, hard and gentle all at the same time, fingertips reaching around my body to caress and pinch my nipples, fondle my breasts, lingering lower...
Why am I not afraid...
I feel vulnerable and excited. Apprehensive, but very safe. I allow my body to relax.
I couldn't possibly be living this well.
I melt instantly, losing myself in this stranger's touch. He is kissing my neck and gently fisting my hair, telling me all the fabulous, nasty things he wants to do to me.
"I want you..."
His hands are strong and capable, not allowing me to move any more than necessary. he moves my hands as I try to join him at the area of my cunt.
"Let me," he whispers in my ear...
My captor provokes the moment by grabbing my pussy and pressing me and it so I can feel the beginning of his hardness against my ass. His finger touches my clit, stroking it, He is in my ear, letting me know he wants to lick and bite it until I cum all over his face...
MMMMMMMMMMMMMM...
I have to see his face. I release myself to turn and he bites into my neck, first gently, then a little harder...
"Not yet, Baby..."
I allow myself to remain his captive, enjoying his manipulation of my clit and my mind.
"Tell me what you want me to do," I drag out, by this time I can only breathe the words. My body starts to engage him, moving through the water to reach his hands and my ecstasy...
"Just enjoy, love"
"You can cum, but you're nowhere close to being finished..."
He runs his tongue up and down my back, letting me feel every inch, licking and tickling, making me wet, wanting to give him all the pleasure he is bestowing on me...My body starts to vibrate, the water now a seductive stream, as I grow to a tremendous climax...
"Cum for me, baby..."
I do. My body rebels, and shivers against him as he holds me through. All over his fingers, my sweet juice comes, and I reach and pull them to my mouth, sucking all that my body had to offer.
"That's it, love. You like that?" he asks.
"Fuck me, please"...I hear myself whisper. I want to fuck him, for him to fuck me so very much...so very, very much.
He says nothing...
But he is pleased.
I turn now, resisting because I want to know who is unleashing all this raw desire, kept locked away for ages. I appreciate his attention to the most basic need I have at this moment-
Lust.
I turn slowly...
"Its you..." I exhale. I smile.
"Yes, my angel..."
"How did you know I needed you"
"Only to please you, love."
He moaned, "I thought you knew, precious"...Follow his hands to my breasts, by now feeling neglected because of the attention every other part of my tingling person has felt in this short time.
"Let me please you, let me love you..." I say softly, in his ear ...sweetly licking his earlobe...
I see his eyes close.
I love it.
"You will, cara mia..."
I can no longer speak.
And with every touch, I shiver and whisper his name...
On the verge of cumming again, I take his lovely cock in my hand and start to rub it against my swollen clit, already on fire so much I think I'm going to collapse under the warm spray, long forgotten, just a useful prop now...
Looking in his eyes, I can see passion, lust, desire.
"Can I taste you..." I ask, not really a question, as I am on my way south as I moan these the words, slithering down his body, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake.
I gently bite his nipples and I nearly explode when I see his head fall back. I kiss the top of his manhood, now rock hard. The tip first, smothering with tiny kisses and licks as I go along, excited as I watch his hips move as I penetrate the shaft with my mouth. Lightly flicking, sucking and playing with the head and length until his pelvis is pumping, trying to grind into my face as I love him, I don't want to get too intense, just want to tease him, leaving no doubt that this belongs to me. He's on the verge of completion when I stop.
"Ooooooooohhhhhhhh, baby", he moans, "Don't stop..."
I love it when he begs for more...
No way he's cheating me out of that moment.
Come here, he groans...and pulls me up, stroking my face as I'm still stroking his now intense manhood. I love it, want it inside me, filling me, exploring all of me.
"You teasing me, baby girl? I've got something for that..."
I want him now.
We leave the shower with his hand in mine as I move toward the bedroom, looking in his beautiful eyes, as we go. He is still wandering my body, and I can hardly keep myself from running to the bed. All self control has left, only selfish want remains.
I say, "Now, boo, please baby...?"
He says nothing, just lays beside me and starts to caress my whole body with his tongue, his fingers, his heart. I pull his head and kiss him hard, possessively, more for my benefit than for his...He treats me to small kisses, tracing my tits, my beautifully beaded nipples, pulling, caressing, clinging. taking my hips in both hands, tantalizing my stomach as he pushes me toward to the edge... comes back to steal a kiss from my waiting lips...
And then...
His tongue finally finds its way to my soaking wet pussy. I am totally breathless now, as he goes deep inside to play, bite and steal kisses from every inch of my hot cunt. His fingers penetrate me and I thrust my hips forward to meet his gorgeous face, wanting him to experience every drop.
"Is it the way you love me, baby..."
Begging him to fuck me, please...
"Will you, baby, please..."
I can tell he is enjoying my tempest, and greedily, sensuously tasting all the love I have to give. His tongue takes one more flick on my clit, and I literally explode, all over him, all over me. He caresses me and comes over me, kissing me allowing me to share what I had just given him...
His body is above me, teasing to take me to the next level, by notice that he is himself, all lit up and hard, that beautiful cock. All I can think of-
Put it in please, don't make me wait one more second...
He was reading my mind.
He toys with me, just grazing my clit with the head of his massive hard-on,
"Tell me you want me to fuck you..."
I bite my lip. There are no words, just need and desire...I can't speak.
"Tell me, cara mia, or I'll go"...Just to make his point, he sticks the head in my anxious cunt and pulls out as quickly, leaving my back arched, and with an attitude.
He sees this...
"You'll get over it. Tell me you want me to fuck you, baby..."
"FUCK YOU" ...bastard...
This comes out as a sigh, and I see the grin on his face, and I sigh again, because I know he's getting what he wants. And he knows I love it when he tortures me.
He licks my lips again.
"You know this is the only cock you want," he whispers in my ears, nuzzling my neck. "Tell me"... he sticks his cock in again, pumping a couple of times and pulls out. I can tell its fucking with him too, but he sooooo wants to hear me beg for it.
He wins...
Mmmmmmmmmmm... "Fuck me"..."Please,baby..Please..." "Tell me, girl.
"Tell me you love me, Sherry."
Pushing my legs open, he devours me.
"You love me, precious..."?
"Do you, love??..."
He starts to push his raging hot cock all inside my again convulsing cunt, spasms on the edge of ecstasy. I can't breathe, I can't speak, I don't care...
I love him.
The son of a bitch knows it too.
"You fuck me soooooooo well... I moan these words...
"I know baby. I know..."
He kisses me hard. My lips, my ears, forehead chest neck, I'm in a cloud of emotion, but I reciprocate gladly, staring at his face and wishing this would never end, that he would put me in his pocket, take me with him at the inevitable.
He is slowly pumping, loving me, stroking my body and my soul. He feels like poetry against me, love felt deep and solid. I return every motion, every kiss, every touch, until we both explode together, meeting in the other place, beyond comprehension. Our bodies entwined with each other, in our hearts.
Always.
Hearts, spirits. Kissing, holding, sated.
Wanting again...and again...
Heaven.
"Remember me, love."
And he was gone.
Alone again, but happy and content.
There's nothing like it...
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Loving
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/loving
| 4.23 | null |
Non-Erotic
|
I know exactly when the end began. He gave me a great hint when he said, "I'm sorry love, I just don't feel comfortable doing this anymore." Not a bad hint eh?
He kept speaking, carried on for several more minutes. I never heard anything else he said. Right at that moment, my heart shattered. Shards of glass seared painfully through my body. I bled to death internally, but my lungs continued taking in air.
We met online. A fast friendship that sprang out of nowhere. I told him things about myself I'd never said to another human being. He told me personal things also. We talked about our pasts, our families, our likes and dislikes, even our wants and needs.
When the ICQ logging on sound rang from my speakers, my heartrate tripled. Excitement filled my day. I smiled at everyone all the time. I found myself grinning into the saucepan of vegetables cooking on the stovetop for no reason other than my happiness was overflowing.
I was completely and utterly head over heels in love. Even the moon, on my twilight dog walks, looked huge and beautiful, and glowed like the massive sphere it really was. I felt I could just step across the glistening sky and walk around it all night long. I wrote poetry. Pretty amateurish poetry at that, but when I sent him some, he loved it. He met every need I had. I felt that I met his needs too.
We had an unconditional love. We could stand naked in front of each other and be unafraid of what the other would think. How many people can admit to receiving that kind of loving? How many of us can say we haven't judged another person at some point? We never judged each other.
Nothing else existed unless I wanted it to. My family, my own children and husband... they were all completely secondary to my online love. But still, I met their needs too. I gave my job all my attention and love, I gave my family all my attention and love, and I gave my love everything of myself that I had to give. I held nothing back.
Oh yes, I went through a difficult time. Having to accept that we'd never be able to meet, was so hard for me. But I got past it. I accepted it. It seems though, that he couldn't. He couldn't deal with the 'other' woman in his life. His cyber mistress. Me. He couldn't deal with the guilt he felt when he was with his pregnant wife.
Oh, I haven't mentioned he was married? Yes, I knew that much when we began chatting. But I didn't realise she was pregnant. I didn't realise that he was looking for some kind of sexual release because his wife wouldn't, or couldn't, accommodate his needs. I just didn't know.
I'd found the unconditional love I was looking for. I'd found an ability to be able to return it. My mind blanked out every other aspect, every other possible problem, every other realistic event. I lived totally in the moment.
And then it ended. Like the click of a locked door on a jail cell. To say I was devastated sounds so trite. I couldn't stomach food for three weeks. I couldn't stand to be in the kitchen cooking dinner for my family. My stomach kept heaving. I picked at pathetic morsels I'd put on my plate so my family wouldn't notice. I lost weight rapidly, my cheeks became gaunt and my hair and skin looked lifeless. I went for my nightly walks, taking the dog with me. I sat on the bank's edge by the creek and bawled my eyes out. My family needed me, but I couldn't give them anything of myself. I had nothing to give.
Why me? Why the hell me? Why let me fall in love so deeply, only to take it away from me? I couldn't come to terms with the loss at all. At any point in any day, I would burst into tears. The loss of control I felt when these tears smothered me, scared me to death.
I could be in my car driving in traffic to work, and suddenly this overwhelming ache would move up my shoulders, up the back of my neck and culminate in floods of tears. I'd arrive at work only to tell them I couldn't cope and then drive home. I'd be working with the kids in the classroom and suddenly tears would stream down my face. I'd go home and sit on the couch in the lounge, with a cushion in my lap. Staring at nothing. Sitting there for hours. Until my family came home. Then I'd go into automatic pilot mode and cook and clean and help with homework and all manner of mundane day to day things a wife and mother does. Along would come walk time again, and off I'd go with the dog. He must have thought I was stark staring mad. All I'd do is walk and cry. Looking up at that huge moon I'd just let my whole body tear itself into little pieces.
Now, three years down the track, I've finally stopped crying. I've accepted what happened and what could not happen. I've begun to care about my own family again. There is a glimmer of hope which hasn't quite died that has me thinking, I may even love them again as I used to.
I've learnt a lesson that not too many people get to learn. And do you know what? I'm thankful that I've had the chance to learn it. I know what unconditional love is. For that few months in my life years ago, I had it. I know how to receive it and how to give it. One day I may even forgive me for letting myself fall in love.
...maybe.
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Mirror, Mirror
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https://www.literotica.com/s/mirror-mirror-5
| 4.58 | null |
Romance
|
The silk blindfold teased her skin laying softly on her cheeks -- wrapped loosely around her head. Nancy knew where her husband had led her hand-in-hand -- to their bedroom. But there was more to this night. He had greeted her in just his robe she had given him as an anniversary present.
Shimmering light sparkled against her face. He had lit a few black-cherry scented candles -- that much she could tell by the sweet aroma pleasing her sense of smell. The music of Sting -- her favorite male singer -- quietly rang into her ears. Rich had never been a fan of Sting, but apparently he was wanting to make her happy in a variety of ways.
Like an artist working with a delicate sculpture, Rich gently removed his wife's business shoes and her nylons. He kissed her feet and ankles, the long hair on his head brushing against her legs like feathers. Rich picked up his bride of four years and laid her down onto a plush comforter.
"That's new," she smiled, her arms extending like a snow angle to feel the soft fabric. "What's the occasion, Rich?"
"Shhhhh," he requested placing an index to her lips. "Sit Indian style," he asked.
"Okay."
He continued to work with her like priceless art. He sat in back of her, wrapping his arms to the front buttons of her blouse. He delicately slide the buttons through the holes in the soft fabric of her shirt, sliding the sleeves off her arms. She sat facing away from him in a peach lace bra that encased her beautiful breasts and made her that much more alluring. It made him need the touch of her bare flesh more as he worked her lace trappings off with his lips. Rich's teeth gripped onto the back of her bra strap and unclipped the Victoria's Secret using his mouth, kissing her spine as the garment fell off her arms.
He got off the bed for a moment and she looked toward him.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhhhhh," he asked again.
She heard the steady whump-whump-whump of their ceiling fan slowing start rotating, and the flickering lights of the candles through the silk blindfold seemed to bounce on-and-off as the downforce of the created wind reached them. Rich sat behind his bride again. She heard him rubbing his hands together, and then he touched her back with massage oil. His hands pushed deep against her back and shoulders. She moaned in pleasure.
"Let's take this off," he breathed in her ear. His mouth gripped the loose knot of the blindfold while his hands moved around her waist and he pressed his lotioned palms to her abdomen and took her breasts in his hands.
As the blindfold fell to her shoulders, she was surprised to be gazing into the candlelit eyes of a very beautiful but very naked woman who was also being massaged. She inhaled in intimidation and shyness until she realized she was looking into the gaze of herself. Her husband had brought seven or eight large mirrors into their bedroom and the warm illumination of the twenty lit candles made her feel as if she was in the romantic scene of the most romantic movie.
Rich's eyes looked over her shoulders to look at his love in the mirror as his hands stroked her chest, shoulders and waist with the massage oil. He applied it to her supple flesh, enjoying every inch his hands roamed over. Her skin was his canvas, the lotion his paint, her smile the masterpiece he wanted to create.
"What are you doing," she asked.
"Loving my love," Rich exhaled.
"Where did you get all these ..."
"Shhhhhh," he requested again. He stood again and returned to her legs. He pulled her dress from her hips and applied more massage oil to his hands. Rich pushed his hands and palms against her lower legs and then her upper legs, massaging. In a tender move, he pulled her panties from her legs and continued coaxing the muscles of her legs. He kissed her left knee, then right, then traced his tongue like a downhill skier negotiating a taunt slope of her inner thighs -- tasting the proof of her arousal.
As he orally loved his wife, he maintained the motions of his hands -- rubbing her legs and hips with his fingers.
Nancy looked to her right and to her left -- more mirrors giving her more angles. Above her, another mirror had been attached to the couples' ceiling -- above the fan. Around it, glowing green stars like the ones she had stuck to her dormroom ceiling while an undergraduate student -- when she first met Rich.
She strained her neck and saw another mirror in back of her as she watched her husband please her. It was vulgar-yet-erotic, obscene-yet-beautiful. The Victorian age morals that were pushed into her subconscious asked her to close her eyes, but her own beliefs suffocated the conservative dogmas. Nancy's husband was loving her, and she moaned her approval -- a noise that scared away any fire-and-brimstone fears.
"Make love to me," she asked. His tongue slowed and he cascaded it up her waist, kissing her breast and neck before returning his lips to her soft kiss. She pulled at his loose robe which fell to their side. His hardness penetrated her body. Teasingly, slowly. He rolled over from the missionary style so she could ride on his body -- it was her favorite position. Nancy's hands rest on Rich's chest as she rose as fell like waves in the couple's unity. The Sting compact disc whirled away through two love songs and an upbeat ditty called "Nothin' About Me."
The sexuality and sensuality of the lovemaking was rare. Rich and Nancy were both very sexual, but between work stress and long days, most sessions were enjoyable-but-quick. Riding him before sleeping, or enjoying a doggy-style quickie in the kitchen when returning home.
This was not one of those sessions. This was special. She leaned herself back as she rode him. She looked up and watched the mirror above them, lit by candlelight -- two lovers loving. Nancy pulled herself off his hardness for a moment, straightening out her legs so the were between Rich's arms and chest. She leaned all the way back in a position they hadn't enjoyed in a year -- figure 8.
Leaning all the way back, her body grasping onto her husband's manhood, both lovers stretching their bodies from each-other. She watched above her -- the scene was like a porn-movie her friends watched joking around one night in college. But again it wasn't. The two people in the mirror were in love. She saw Rich lick two fingers and his thumb. He reached between her legs and massaged her clit. She climaxed -- and climaxed again on her love. Sweating and breathing hard, she pulled herself back up her lover, steadily enjoying as he continued to push into her.
Nancy rolled to her side. Her turn to please him in his favorite position -- her on her side, Rich entering her from ontop, but almost in a doggy-type style. Another position they hadn't enjoyed in a year. She enjoyed it more than doggy-style ... the position gave both the sensation of doggy-style, but also allowed for intimacy as Rich leaned down and kissed his wife's lips. He leaned down, kissing her and whispering sweet-nothings into her ear, his breath caressing her neck like a warm wind on a prairie land.
He made love faster and harder over a period of two more Sting songs. Then his moans became more guttural as he started losing his ability to speak English. Nancy groaned and gripped against the new comforter as she felt her husband's orgasm streaming into her depths. She was staring at her image as she climaxed in the sensations overtaking her soul.
Rich's cheek rested against hers as he professed his forever love for his wife. She smiled like a schoolgirl in love. They cuddled and spooned. As their sexuality disconnected, their fingers intertwined.
"So is it okay to ask what you are doing? What the occasion is, love? It's not our anniversary," she smiled.
"Have to know?" he grinned.
"I'm curious."
He pulled a tattered journal from their nightstand and opened it to a bookmarked page. His journals were something she never looked at -- she was curious, but always respected the concept of inner-though privacy.
"Go ahead. Read."
The bookmarked page was dated seven years earlier -- when both were college students.
Exactly seven years earlier. To the day.
It read: "Mirror, mirror on the wall, life is strange -- that is all. Today I met the most amazing girl -- no, not girl -- woman. I have never, ever felt this way. She's ... I don't know ... I hope she is always in my life. Maybe as a friend ... maybe as my wife."
He clutched her body close to his and kissed her neck again as she snuggled against him.
"Why 'Mirror, mirror'?" Nancy asked.
"Because that's where I saw you first -- in that mirror in our art course."
She remembered Rich mentioning that before, and smiled again. The music faded, the candles faded, the air from the fan faded. All that remained was their love and friendship.
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Carnival
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https://www.literotica.com/s/carnival
| 4.18 | null |
Reluctance/NonConsent
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The carnival comes to our small town only once a year and it stays around for just one week. So, if you want to go, you plan to clear some time a good ways in advance. And, if you plan to go with someone, you make sure that they cleared some time for it, too, because second chances are a whole year away. I had worked a bit of overtime to be able to really enjoy this year's carnival with Katie, earning enough extra cash to assure us of having a good time. I'd gotten the entire week off from work (which is almost completely unheard of for carnival week) and reconfirmed our time together only a couple days ago. Katie had sounded strangely hesitant even then but I didn't hear any alarm bells going off until now. And, now, it wasn't simple alarm bells; it was the whole damned bell factory!
"What's the problem? You aren't getting sick, are you?" I asked, starting to get worried.
"No, Brent, I'm not getting sick. And, in case you're wondering, no I didn't 'miss it' this month. Something has just come up and I think I need to skip the carnival this time. I'm really sorry; I know you looked forward to it so much," she said, sounding like a liar, though I do trust her.
"But, we can go for just a few hours and I won't keep you out late." I knew when I said it that the discussion was over. Once she's made up her mind, nothing is going to change it. I tried to be as understanding as I could but I gave up on not feeling sorry for myself. Sure, I could go without her; I could even go alone. But, I wanted to be with her and I could feel us drifting further and further apart. For a few weeks, she seemed distant and, last week, she avoided me like I had the plague. I love her and I do not want to leave her, but it looks like we may have hit the end of our relationship.
So, there it was: alone for the only fun time this dinky little town can offer. I sat by the phone, half hoping she'd call me back, half hoping I'd say 'no' if she did. Saved from either decision by the phone's silence, I decided to go and have fun without her. If she didn't want to be with me, I could get along without her.
I walked the mile and a half to the old fair grounds, which were used for the carnival now and little else. Even before I was near the gate, I'd heard enough happy screaming, laughter, and shouting to get me in the mood for some fun, even if I was alone!
Wandering easily through the games, I saw a rather large crowd around one booth and walked closer. The game was a rope ladder climb that required a lot of full-body balance. A few kids almost made it to the top (they were given a big assist) but all fell before reaching the bell. The crowd was mixed but mostly guys making a lot of noise. They kept asking for a demonstration. Peering through them, I saw why: the girl in the booth was skinny and short but really cute. Her medium-short light brown hair was wavy, her breasts were too big for her size, and she had the best 'come on' smile I've ever seen a carny give a mark! I was soon hoping that she'd give a little demonstration, too, and worked my way near the front of the crowd. Two guys tried to stop me from getting any closer and I was about to give up when she yelled at me.
"You, there! Are you ready to try? These guys just want to hang around and take up my space! But, I can see that you think you can do this. It's easy as pie and all you need to do is go slow. Come on! You can't win unless you try!" All the usual hard sell you always hear at any carnival. It was just coming from her! Most of the guys started ragging on me right away; I was not known as the most athletic or the most popular guy in town. But, I was on top of the world right then and walked towards the girl and the ladder.
She smiled as I approached and some of the hoots became cheers of encouragement. The closer I got to the ladder, though, the more I thought I'd never make it. She must have seen the doubt in my eyes because she stopped me just as I was reaching for the ladder.
"The key to it is equal and opposite actions, counterbalancing you on the way," she said loudly. Then she turned directly to me and spoke just loudly enough for people close by to hear, "Would you like a demonstration?" That did it. The crowd would have elected me mayor for my answer and the noise around us made me smile like a champion boxer.
"Sure," I said and she smiled wryly at me, turning to the ladder. She explained each and every step of her way up the ladder, going so slowly that I didn't think it was possible for anyone to have so much balance control. And, if it's possible to make 'climbing a ladder' into a sexual act, she did it. I couldn't take my eyes off her tight little ass, rolling from step to step, stretching to reach for the next. Guys all around me were patting me on the back as if I had already made it to the top!
When she had, though, she rang the bell and started quickly down, to the appreciative applause of the crowd. She nodded to them then looked to me and said, "Two bucks and you're a hero!"
I coughed up the bills and reached for the rope thinking, 'this will be quick; I'll be on my ass in seconds but it was worth it'. She steadied the ladder to help me get situated and said, "Go for it!"
The crowd was pulling for me and I was going as slow and easy as I could. I was almost halfway up when I looked back and fell. There were as many laughs as cheers and everyone was clapping. I'm sure I was grinning from ear-to-ear and that must have given her the o.k. to break the most important of rules for the carny: never tease a mark. She helped me up and, pausing just long enough so that people started to listen, she said,
"Sucker!" and swatted me on the butt. She offered me a private little look and whispered, "Thanks!" And, that stupid little thing turned my day completely around! The crowd went wild and soon there were dozens of people clamoring to try the ladder. I walked away grinning and somebody swatted me! I turned to see two rather cute girls giggling and running into the crowd. I was feeling so good, it never occurred to me to give chase and maybe spend the day with them instead of alone.
It didn't matter, though. All throughout the day, guys were mimicking the carny's voice, "Sucker!" and most of their girlfriends swatted me! Being a small town, soon everybody my age knew about 'The Ladder Climb' and I was never alone! I had more fun that day than I've had in years!
I had fun but I also had the carny girl in the back of my mind. I knew that that was silly; our lives might cross once a year and, only then, if we were (correction: I was) lucky. As the carnival started to wind down for the night, I wandered back by the ladder but there was someone else working the last few disinterested marks. My heart sank and I sat across the midway from the booth for a while, starting to feel sorry for myself again.
I heard the announcement that the carnival was now closed but I didn't get up to go. I kept sitting there; mostly out of sight but still able to see the ladder. Suddenly, she was back! She walked up to the older man who'd apparently relieved her and gave him a small hug, then walked down the midway. It was easy enough for me to follow her without being seen but I had no clue why I was doing it. I couldn't walk up and introduce myself; this far after closing, she'd probably think I was a robber or worse. I had no idea what to do but I followed her to the trailers that the carnys called 'home' on the road.
She didn't use a key to enter the one that was hers (I guess carnys did not fear other carnys.) but entered and closed the door. I didn't hear it lock then, either. I sat there for about 10 minutes, knowing that if I got caught just being here, I'd never be able to explain anything.
I was trying to figure out a way to sneak out of the carnival grounds when I heard approaching footsteps. I shrunk down as low as possible and watched a guy (about my age but a little shorter) walk up to and into her trailer. I heard greetings exchanged through the open windows and decided 'Ms. Carny' was 'Mrs. Carny' and I was going to be in even bigger trouble if caught! I had actually stood up completely and was about to start running when, again, I heard footsteps. This time, they were a lot quieter and she was almost next to me when I saw her. Walking slowly, as if to read addresses, Katie walked past me without seeing me and proceeded down the path between the trailers. I was floored! What in the world was Katie, my Katie doing in the carnival after closing? What was she doing at the carnival at all? I almost moved when she apparently realized she'd gone past where she wanted to go and turned around. I was still standing and, now, starting to panic. She would not miss seeing me twice, especially if I was standing where she was going! But, she looked away and decided that the same trailer I was watching was the one she wanted. She walked to the door and knocked. She had to knock twice more before he answered the door. He greeted her as if he didn't really know her. Then, she came to the door, and even behind him, I could tell that she was mostly undressed. She greeted Katie with a big hug and kissed her sweetly (fully exposing her beautiful body to anyone who might be looking) and invited her inside, closing the door.
I shook my head thinking I thought I knew Katie. In a few moments, the lights went out in the front part of the trailer and on in the back. I slipped as quietly as possible up to the open window slats of the room I assumed they all went in to. I could easily hear Katie's voice and laughter, and the casual conversation of the others.
For a while, it sounded like friends getting together for a small party. Then, the conversation drifted off and I began to wonder what could be going on. I didn't have long to wonder! The sounds of two people making love were very discernible and it started a twin race in my heart: I wanted to see the sex, even if it was Katie; and, I was madder than I've ever been before. Between my clenched fists and a painful hard-on, I couldn't move.
I think I leaned against the side of the trailer, which caused the loud squeak from the siding. It startled me and I must have grunted as I jumped back from the window. Now, in full sight of anyone looking out, I gazed up to see Katie looking out!
"Brent?" she said, knowing exactly who she was looking at but obviously surprised.
"Katie?" I said sarcastically, noting as I said it that she sure didn't look undressed in the t-shirt I'd bought for her only last week.
"Sucker?" That, from 'Mrs. Carny', joining Katie at the window.
"Who??" The last from 'Mr. Carny', also peering out.
"SHUT UUUUPP!!" And, this little impromptu salute to Steve Martin came simultaneously from at least 5 other trailers close by, including 'Mr.' and 'Mrs. Carny', who joined them all in laughing hysterically. The only people not laughing were Katie and I. I looked at her again, slowly shook my head, and turned to walk away.
I heard her yell my name over the laughter but kept walking and I didn't turn around, even when I heard her coming up behind me. I was suddenly grabbed by the arm and swatted on the butt. Shocked that Katie would ever do something like that, I turned and saw that it was 'Mrs. Carny' who held my arm. She had found a light robe to wear before running outside but it didn't cover much. The slightest hint of a smile crossed my face and she knew she had her 'mark', again.
"Come on inside and let's all have a talk. Don't worry; nobody is mad at you (I'm thinking, 'mad at ME?!?!’) and you need to know what's going on. We all need to know what's going on!" I had every intention of leaving right then but she spoke through my hesitation:
"Come on, sucker, (and I think you and I both know that that was and still is a joke)," she whispered. Even then, I hesitated. I turned a little further and saw that Katie (fully dressed, of course) was now standing outside the trailer. She looked as though she was about to cry and that nearly brought me to tears, too. I went back to the trailer while 'Mrs. Carny' never let go of my arm until we were at the steps to the door. There, Katie came slowly to me and I hugged her tightly.
Inside, we were greeted by a completely naked 'Mr. Carny', who escorted us all to the back of the trailer. I hesitated again but Katie's eyes pleaded with me, so I went, too.
"OK, let's start with the easy part for you two: the "Shut Uuuup!" bit is just something our carnival has picked up and shared as a common joke. It had nothing to do with you guys. But, since everybody was already on 'intruder alert' (she looked at me), we were all ready to help out if there was a problem. Yeah, every carny in the place knew you never left and were following me." 'Mrs. Carny' said this with a big grin on her face so it didn't sting me as much as it stung Katie. Before I could explain to her, though, 'Mrs. Carny' went on.
"Now, let's get properly acquainted, shall we? I'm Kethrin and my boyfriend is Miguel. (He reached for my hand and we shook.) I think we all know Katie and you must be Brent, if I remember Katie correctly?" I nodded and she leaned forward and planted a big kiss on my lips. I thought I'd get a lot of grief from Katie for that but she didn't seem all that disturbed.
"Katie," Kethrin said to her, "I just saw Brent for the first time at the carnival today. I teased him when he fell off my ladder climb and called him 'Sucker'. So, both you and Miguel better get over any shit you may be thinking, allright?" More of a demand than a question but both Katie and Miguel seemed fine with it. In fact, they both looked rather sheepish and I wasn't sure that I liked that.
"Now, for the good part! I have just one question: Brent how in the world did you find Katie here? Or were you just following me?" I think I stopped breathing because I surely had no good answer. I looked at Katie when I spoke to Kethrin:
"I had no idea that Katie would be here, today or any other day. We aren't as close as we once were but I don't know why. I had a great time here today and I wanted her to share it with me. She said she couldn't so I came alone. I was miserable until I came to the ladder booth and that turned my day around. I am not sure why I stayed after closing or why I followed you, Kethrin. I guess I wasn't ready to say goodbye to a nice girl, (any nice person) and go home to be alone. I didn't mean to do anything wrong; I just..., I don't know! I guess I need to say ‘I’m really sorry’ to both of you. And, Katie, I'm really very sorry! I thought you were dumping me. And, now I see this, I don't know what to think!"
Katie started to say something but stopped when Kethrin raised her hand.
"I've learned to judge how people will act in certain circumstances and I actually do believe that 'rambling crap of an explanation' was the truth. What do you think, Miguel?"
Miguel shrugged, "He would have been challenged or dead by now if any of us thought he was dangerous. He was confused, is still confused." I smiled and looked at him evenly. He did not smile back. I felt my balls climbing up and out of harm's way. Katie didn't say anything but she saw the look on Miguel's face and I'm sure she believed him! Kethrin nodded and did return my smile.
"So, Brent, it looks like there's just one last piece of the puzzle. I'd let Katie tell it but I doubt she could. Katie?" Kethrin turned to her and she almost jumped. She shook her head vigorously and reached for my hand. She almost seemed scared of them; I know that I was!
"Brent, I met your girlfriend, and she is still your girlfriend, last year when we were in town. You both came to the carnival together one day and I approached her when she went into a restroom. I waited until there was only the two of us inside and I offered her a proposition. I told her that, if she was game, she could come to see Miguel and I. She could bring you or come alone. But, she would be free to do anything her heart desired if she came. The carnival closed and left your town without Katie coming back. This year, we open the gates and Katie is standing there. She waits until the eager crowd has entered then runs away as fast as she can! The same happens the next day and the next. On the fourth day, I wait by the gate and let her see me watching her. She stands like a deer trapped in headlights and I walk slowly to her and kiss her mouth. Katie just stands there. I kiss her again and say that we will be waiting for her if she chooses. She turns and runs away, again!
"Then, today, I see Katie again by the gates. I wait inside and she comes to me. I took her to my trailer and Miguel sat in that chair in the corner while I made very sweet and passionate love with Katie. I touched her everywhere and she touched me. We were happy but not 'complete' because she needed you, Brent. I offered her Miguel and he, as you can see, is eager, but she wanted you here, too. We had planned to invite you tomorrow, but you surprised us by staying around today. I came back to the booth to lead you here, not remembering that it was you who had been here with Katie when I met her. As I had been teased to the point of intense arousal by some of your town's boys, I was in need of Miguel soon after getting here. When Katie arrived, she felt comfortable watching us. That is where you decided to get noisy and we thought you might break a window or something. We knew what you were; and, by then, we knew who you were.
"Brent, forgive me but I need a woman as much as I need Miguel and I desired Katie. I got her confused and that's why she's been distant to you now."
I looked at Katie but she couldn't meet my eyes. Still holding her hand, I pulled her close to me and we hugged. I didn't notice that she was crying but Miguel did. He came to her and wrapped an arm around her, too. In a moment, Kethrin did as well, so that we were all hugging her and each other.
Miguel got up and left the room and Kethrin wrapped both of us in her arms, holding me closer than I thought Miguel might approve. I tried to move a little further from her but she moved closer still! I heard Katie gasp and saw that Kethrin had put a hand on one of her small breasts, stroking it lightly, lovingly. I reached for Kethrin's hand and covered it, both our hands on Katie's breast for a moment. I tried to remove her hand but Katie stopped me with a small whispered, "No, please, Brent".
I couldn't believe it! She wanted me to see Kethrin touching her and see her liking it. I tried to stand but Kethrin maintained her tight hug on both of us and, looking to Katie, I saw that she was no longer crying. Leaning back enough to look into Kethrin's eyes, I witnessed an intoxicating combination of lust and...,what? Yearning? She returned my gaze, smiling slightly, whispering, "Relax and 'go with us'. We all want you and I know that you want to be here." Then, turning her head to the doorway, she whispered,
"Allright, Miguel." He had been standing in the doorway, watching, holding a large open bottle of tequila. For the first time, he actually seemed relaxed and comfortable. He moved slowly towards us (towards me!) and very slowly reached out and pats my shoulder twice, still smiling openly. He sat where he had before, close by Katie's other side, raised the bottle to his lips, and drank, his eyes returning to the hand on Katie's breast.
Kethrin repositioned slightly and knelt behind Katie, both hands now playing over her breasts and Katie moaned openly, laying her head on Kethrin's shoulder. Kethrin leaned to my side and I sort of supported them, as they lay side-by-side on the bed. Again, I started to stand but was grabbed firmly by a wrist and handed the bottle of tequila. Miguel, still smiling, was not going to take no for an answer. I tipped the bottle to my lips and swallowed. My first taste of straight tequila had me choking and coughing so badly that Miguel had to grab the bottle from me but he never released my wrist. When I had regained control of my torched throat, I was handed the bottle again. This time, I sipped and was able to swallow without too much difficulty. I smiled to Miguel and he took the bottle back, nodding towards the bed.
There, Kethrin had removed her robe, raised Katie's t-shirt and started playing with her nipples through her white, lacy bra. One of Katie's hands was under Kethrin's shirt and touching Kethrin's ample breast; the other was deep in her own panties, gently masturbating! I had never seen Katie (or any other girl) do that but my shock wasn't sufficient to dampen my arousal. Miguel, still holding my wrist, moved me to the lower part of the bed, still gently but firmly, and put my hand over Katie's. Kethrin eased Katie onto her back and covered her face with her hair, kissing her.
Miguel released my hand and quietly said, "It's OK. We do only what we choose to do. Kethrin and I will help you and I won't force you anymore. You may watch or join, as you choose." He again pat me on the shoulder and moved to lie down at Kethrin's other side. Looking at Katie's hand, still between her thighs and moving slowly, I lost the last of my inhibitions. Sliding herself out of her shorts and her panties, Katie raised her hips, and then spread her legs. I slid up until I could kiss the hand between her legs and she released herself to pull my head up to her clit, down on it. Her moaning increased and I eagerly sucked and circled, slowly coating her sweet wetness with my busy tongue. I felt a lot of movement from the other end of the bed but I was totally engrossed in Katie's pussy, now, licking and sucking her everywhere, before returning to her clit. Building her gradually to the brink and letting her slip back again. She became wetter and wetter as I delved deeper into her, sliding my tongue through her lips, around them, under them. Reaching under her, I placed a hand on her hip, she arched her back and, as her body began to twitch uncontrollably, I buried my face in her pussy, feeling her come in waves against my face.
Noting that Katie was quiet (and, in our previous lovemaking, she was never quiet), I looked over her clit to see that her bra was gone and Kethrin sitting just above her face while she slowly licked and sucked Kethrin's pussy. Raising my face higher, I saw Miguel standing at the head of the bed with his large, brown penis thrusting slowly in and out of Kethrin's sucking mouth!
I found the bottle of tequila and drank a big swallow before stripping out of my clothes and going back to Katie's still unsettled pussy. I fully intended to eat her a lot more but Miguel's grunting climax into Kethrin's mouth enticed me to climb atop Katie who eagerly spread her legs wider and lifted her knees. I moved over her and pushed my now painful erection deeply inside her, my face inches from Kethrin's beautiful, round ass. As I thrust hard into Katie, she continued to suck and lick the pussy pressed against her face and I stared at Kethrin's ass, watching it undulate over my girlfriend's face.
Now that he had finished coming, Miguel left the head of the bed, took a long pull from the bottle, and, at the foot of the bed, grabbed the spread we were on. Pulling it, he slid all of us back from the wall at the other end, allowing Kethrin to lower fully on Katie's face and bend over enough so that I could see even better between her legs and hips. Miguel grabbed my hair and laughed as he brought the bottle to my lips again. I could barely slow my thrusting long enough to drink. He set the bottle down, and placed his hands on Kethrin's hips and pulled them apart. Her ass was so beautiful that I pressed deeper into Katie and kissed her hip. Miguel immediately moved her to the side, just enough so that her ass was directly in front of my face again. This time, I could not resist; I buried my face in Kethrin's ass as she pushed back and Miguel pushed my head forward, letting me press my tongue deeply up her ass. I licked Kethrin and fucked harder into Katie, who still licked Kethrin's (now dripping) cunt and then I came violently, deeply, completely as Katie brought Kethrin to a climax, which covered her face with Kethrin's wetness.
Kethrin and I, both breathing hard, lay on both sides of Katie who began playing with one of her nipples and, again, masturbating. Kethrin lowered her head to Katie's other breast and flicked that nipple with her tongue while I brought my face up to Katie's mouth, savoring the wonderful, musky scent left there by Kethrin's streaming pussy.
The bed lowered under the weight of Miguel's return. I looked to see him kneeling between Katie's legs, stroking his dark, stiff cock while staring at Katie's pussy. Katie's hand, which was now smeared with my cum, reached out to him and he moved close enough for her to stroke his dick with him, giving it a thin coat of my cum. Kethrin turned my head to face her and pushed her tongue fully into my mouth, kissing me deeply, passionately, while she removed Katie's hand from her tight, hard nipple and wrapped it in both her arms, laying beside her again. She brought a leg up and pulled Katie's legs open, trapping one between both of hers. She looked to me and smiled and I did the same with Katie's other arm and leg, completely pinning her on her back. Miguel smiled, not unkindly, and lay above Katie. She looked quickly at me then Kethrin, her face a picture of uncertainty and tried to pull away from us. We held her firmly and, as she continued to struggle, Miguel lay down on her and slowly pushed forward, into her dewy pussy, while covering her mouth with a large but gentle hand. Katie screamed and stiffened, arching her body hard enough to lift Miguel with her. Her struggles resumed vigorously as Miguel began to fuck her with slow but massive strokes, grunting with pleasure, sliding his entire body forward to press his cock firmly up and into her.
Kethrin looked over the body of her boyfriend raping my girlfriend and held my eyes with hers. When I didn't look away, she smiled, leaned close to Miguel's ear, and said, "Fuck her. Rape her hard and deep. Fuck her good and fill her cunt with your cum."
She kept talking slowly and evenly to him and he continued to thrust into Katie who had abandoned her frantic struggling but still tried to pull free, working hard to free her hands and legs. Occasionally glancing at me and smiling, Kethrin urged him on to more and more, until I almost thought that he wouldn't be able to come. But he was waiting, pacing himself like a distance runner and I soon learned why. Katie suddenly stopped struggling and stiffened. Concerned, I turned to see her face. Her expression was a look of total surprise, her eyes wide, her lips parted slightly, breathing shallowly. She managed to move her eyes to meet mine before her orgasm ripped through her entire body, her nails dug into my hand, her head thrashed from side to side, and her legs flailed wildly. A low guttural groan came from her lips and her body arched even higher this time. Miguel threw back his head and moaned as he ground in her. And, then he also came, rhythmically jerking and pumping her pussy with a cock streaming wave after wave of cum deep inside her.
As soon as he finished coming, Miguel raised his weight from Katie and waited patiently for her to calm, which took a few minutes. When she could open her eyes again, they sought mine and when I smiled, she did, too. Only then did Miguel kiss her again and gently pull his soft penis from her twice flooded pussy.
Kethrin took his place between Katie's legs and very gently licked her, soothing her pounded lips, covering her own face with Miguel's cum. Miguel grabbed the back of my head and pushed me to Kethrin who also grabbed some of my hair and kissed me! I was too surprised to be repulsed and by the time I realized that I could taste Miguel's cum, I had also realized that it's taste was good, very good! I began to return her kiss and she shared all that was in her mouth with me as she and Miguel released my hair.
I stopped the kiss with a little squeeze of her Kethrin's breast and faced Katie who was now smiling broadly. I traded places with Kethrin and bent down to enjoy Katie's cummy cunt and smelled, licked, and sucked her until my penis was fully erect again! I raised my face and Katie shook her head. Miguel chuckled and pulled the tequila bottle from Kethrin's mouth, handing it to Katie. And, with one easy motion, he lifted Kethrin by the shoulders and pressed her down on the bed beside Katie. Both women cried out in surprise and Kethrin fought him ferociously, kicking and twisting until Miguel lay on top of her, pinning her to the bed. He smiled at me and said, "Want some?"
Kethrin went crazy. She tried everything to get up but Miguel's weight and strength prevented her. Her struggles did prevent Miguel from moving to let me get to her, though. Katie solved this by getting up and straddling Kethrin's face, facing Miguel (who moved only enough to let her), and pinning both of Kethrin's arms down with her legs. Miguel slid down Kethrin's body, now pulling her legs open and stopping to lick her pussy, getting it ready for me. I had leaned forward to suck her nipples until they were hard and full. Miguel slid even further down and, grasping her ankles tightly, he pulled them apart, opening her for me. Katie kissed me, reached under herself, pulled her hips apart and sat back, pressing her ass against Kethrin's mouth. Katie closed her eyes and rocked back and forth, wiping her ass on Kethrin's face while her pussy dripped Miguel's cum down Kethrin's chin and neck. She rose up and Kethrin groaned, straining her head up as far as it would go, her tongue fully extended and reaching for Katie's ass and Katie eased back down for her.
I was really eager to fuck her by then so I mounted Kethrin and pushed my cock into her as I slid my tongue back into Katie's pussy, licking her clit and sucking out more of Miguel's cum. Kethrin struggled as I entered her but both Katie and Miguel held her while I fucked her, pushing completely to the back of her pussy, withdrawing, pushing in again.
I heard both Miguel and Katie urging me on, encouraging me to fuck her harder and deeper, to stretch her cunt wide, to pound her. Miguel straddled our legs then lifted Kethrin's knees, still holding her tightly but spreading her even wider, allowing me to fuck her much harder and deeper still. She continued to fight back but couldn't move enough to prevent me from raping her.
Katie moaned and rose up again, exposing Kethrin's flushed face and lifting her pussy out of reach of my face. I slowed and eased my thrusting into Kethrin but her pussy felt so wonderful I could not stop fucking her. Katie used her hands to hold Kethrin's arms down while she skillfully turned around and faced away from me, then pinning Kethrin's arms with her legs again. This time, when she sat, Katie brought her opened cunt down and onto Kethrin's eagerly waiting tongue. Katie began rocking again, and then raised up high enough for me to slid my head under her and kiss Kethrin. We kissed for a long time while I continue to slide in and out of her pussy. She began to relax and Miguel released her knees, which she wrapped around my hips, pulling me to her as I pushed in and easing back as I withdrew. Katie also freed her, and she wrapped one arm around my back and the other around one of Katie's legs, bringing the soft, wet pussy above her back to her mouth.
Miguel swallowed some more tequila loudly and walked to the head of the bed. He kissed Katie and gently fondled her breasts. He kissed her cheeks and neck until she began to moan, then lifted her off Kethrin's face, laying her on her back beside us. Kethrin turned to Katie and they kissed while I slowed my tempo and savored the beauty of the pussy I was fucking, bending to lick and suck Kethrin's breasts and nipples. Miguel lay on top of Katie again, this time, slipping his tongue into her pussy and his cock into her mouth. Kethrin and I both watched as he slid in and out of her mouth and slurped noisily between her legs.
"Fuck me and come in me, Brent", Kethrin whispered and I was all too happy to oblige.
Miguel pulled his rapidly swelling penis from Katie and pushed me until Kethrin was above me, riding my cock while sitting on top of me. In almost no time at all, Kethrin came, grinding her pussy on my cock, moaning loudly. Miguel pushed her forward, lying flat on top of me and knelt behind her. He reached between his legs and waited for me to wrap my arms around hers and hold her tight. I couldn't see where he entered her but her gasp and jerking body told me all I needed to know. I then felt him pushing up her ass through the thin skin separating our cocks. Kethrin turned bright red and began to pant as Miguel fucked her ass, matching my rhythm by thrusting at the same time for a while then, complimenting my strokes by burying his prick fully as I withdrew - pulling back as I hit the back of her cunt. I couldn't hold back any more and pumped my cum in Kethrin, pulling down hard on her shoulders to force my cumming cock as deeply as possible in her.
I finally pulled my dripping penis from Kethrin's pussy and Katie surprised me by reaching between my legs, sucking and licking my penis, obviously enjoying the combined tastes of my cum and Kethrin's pussy.
Miguel rolled Kethrin on her stomach, spread her hips wide, and fucked her ass in long and slow strokes, rising up enough to let Katie and I watch his cock puncture her butt repeatedly. Katie scooted to the top of the bed, sat in front of Kethrin, and spread her legs again. I drank more tequila watching Kethrin eat Katie out and Miguel fuck Kethrin's ass. Miguel lifted Kethrin's face and took a turn eating Katie's pussy then let her go back to it. Katie came easily and just before Miguel and Kethrin came together. I lay my head on Kethrin's hips as soon as Miguel started to rise. He slowly pulled his penis, slick with cum, from Kethrin's ass and I immediately pushed my tongue up her butt. Miguel rubbed his cock on the side of my face and I slid my tongue from the ass I was licking and opened my mouth. Maybe it was the tequila; maybe I am really as bi-sexual as the others seemed to be. I only know that, when he put his (recently spent) soft penis into my mouth, I gladly sucked and licked it as I had seen both Katie and Kethrin do. I heard Katie chuckle this time and felt Kethrin moving to watch me but I never felt the need to stop. And, as Miguel stiffened in my mouth, I circled the head of his cock until he came yet again, grabbing the back of my head and pumping cum down my throat. The smell and taste of Kethrin's ass and his cum made me hard again and Katie and Kethrin took turns sucking me until I came. Since I was still holding Miguel's penis in my mouth, I have no idea whose mouth I came in!
We all lay down together and passed the bottle until it was empty. Miguel got another and we drank and played with each other for the rest of the night, stopping only when Miguel left to answer the door in the morning. Both he and Kethrin were late for their assignments but, for explanation, he invited the carny into the bedroom who got a good look at Katie, Kethrin and I, all still nude and coated with sweat, saliva, and cum. The carny laughed and laughed while we on the bed ignored him and continued to touch each other playfully, stopping for a passionate kiss here, a small lick there, a squeeze somewhere else. The carny said he wanted some, too, but that he was the responsible type! He promised to have their jobs covered for an hour, though.
Miguel gave him a swig of the tequila and he left, still laughing heartily.
* * * * *
Katie and I didn't make it back to the carnival that year. And, we never talked about what we had done. We did spend a lot more time together; in fact, we spent almost all of our free time together and made love as often as we could.
When the carnival came back the next year, we went together, like the time when Kethrin first met Katie. We found Kethrin right away, still working her magic with the rope ladder. She winked at us and pointed to another booth where we found Miguel. He, too, greeted us with a wink so Katie and I played the games and rode the rides then waited by the trailers for closing time.
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[
"love",
"aggression",
"swat",
"rides",
"confused",
"happiness"
] |
A Love Letter
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/a-love-letter-1
| 4.5 | null |
Romance
|
"I was swept away, with nothing left to say, some helpless fool; I was lost." The music blared across the room, carrying with it an ache of fond remembrance. The room was paneled in azure hues; bed, curtains, pictures and even the walls hinted of blue in all of it's shades. Even the look in his eyes was reminiscent of blue.
His fingers danced across the keyboard with a rhythm that matched his swiftly beating heart; matching his thoughts. Was he saying the right words; spelling them out correctly; showing one's thoughts and heart is always a chancy thing. Usually for him it feels as if he is playing a game; one wrong word could end it. Too much love could push the One away while too little would starve both him and the One Love's breath. He inhaled sharply as his eyes caressed his written words, wishing with his entire being that his fingers could touch the One's throat, cheek, hand. He felt his mind swim...with memory.
"I love you," whispered hesitantly in the barely lit room. Her shape, smooth like a ripple of a wave, not quite touching him. His heart, he knew at that moment, would be forever changed. His eyes focused on what his fingers were doing, caressing her neck and cheek, willing her to understand the depth of feeling he had for her. Wishing he could transfer to her how much he loved her.
Change. What is love? he considers now. Loving another means being willing to change those things within and without ourselves, to accept love over pain. For Her he was willing to change. Poetry was the smoke-filled air that made his chest ache; velvet were the sheets that could not house enough warmth on the chilled night but, somehow, were more than enough to make his arms slick with the slightest sheen of sweat. The girders that made him were not undone by Her but by his willingness to accept the healing Love could gift. Such is the essence of all creation. These are the rules.
The shifting from one song to another brought him to the present smoothly; the memory brought both pain and acceptance. A strange mixture to cause peace. Back to the purpose, he demanded himself. He was to write a letter to Her. So far from him; three hours drive was an eternity and a breath to lovers. He needed her and wanted her to understand.
So he writes,
"Dear xxxxx.." No, not correct, he rewrites.
"Dear xxxxxxx,
Our time together was too sweet for my memories; I feel them, like in those silly romance movies we never watched together, filled with background music. Yes, I can actually remember our times together as if floating in a song..."
He pauses a long moment, knowing that while the music he speaks of could be contained in a song by Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Dave Matthews Band or even Simon and Garfunkel, it would be inappropriate. Love is a song to him.
"Our time together showed me so much about myself. I realized that my own self esteem was as much an issue as yours; I was confident in myself a year ago. Strangely, realizing that, makes me feel ready to feel it again. Thank you xxxx."
He shivers with the need to feel her head tucked beneath his shoulder again, her hand on his chest and her thigh wrapped across his legs. How close she kept him. But he will not write these things.
"I realize more with each breath..." No, again he has mistaken.
"I grow with each second away from you. You planted a seed in me with your acceptance and love. Even when you spoke of my flaws, what I was not enough to you, the seeds were planted. I wonder what luck there is that I know someone who is willing to learn to love me; I wonder what I have done Right to find you after all these months of misunderstanding and pain."
He does not add his fears and doubts; does not voice the remnants of self-doubt. They had talked about that. "You're right. We should be open about what our hearts need. I don't think I can be one person's property but I think that I can give myself to one person if he is open and willing to be open with me." The words he remembered were not exact but were enough to break his pall of worry. She would be open with him now, as he would with her. Communication; the first goal.
"I don't know what else to say except; I will look forward to each moment that passes for I know that each past moment brings me closer to you."
And he signed it.
"Your Love..."
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[
"love"
] |
Twenty Questions with Bunny Love
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/twenty-questions-with-bunny-love
| 4.21 | null |
Humor & Satire
|
- A revealing interview by Risia Skye -
It is very rare that someone in the business of writing about celebrities gets the opportunity to introduce a genuine legend to the world. But, this is one of those momentous occasions. Last week, on the Van Nuys set of her current project, erotic adventurer Bunny Love took the time to talk with me, and set the record straight on a number of subjects. The following is the most accurate portrayal I can give of our brief but evocative interview.
When I arrive at the set of Bunny Love's latest picture "River Pants," I expect to have to work my way through legions of fans, handlers, and other media types in order to meet my interviewee. To my surprise, Bunny sits alone in a dimly lit portion of the set, awaiting her next call to action. Dressed in a hypnotically transparent blue sheath, her pink curves offset her mythic dimensions, softening the affect. The only indication of distress at this less-than-star-treatment is a slightly impatient tremor, a tendency she tells me is a remnant of her old ways, when she was more high strung and easily wound up. Now, if I didn't know better, I might be astounded...what old ways could she have? Though she looks almost virginally fresh, Bunny is in fact a veteran of this industry. This, I suppose, is the mystery of Bunny: despite having appeared in nearly 3000 adult films, she is practically anonymous, even among adult entertainment enthusiasts. I can only imagine that after this interview, that will change. I, for one, will never forget my time with Bunny Love.
Q: How did you first enter the adult industry?
A: (
chuckling)
A nice turn of phrase there. I suppose I found the industry because it's where I belong. I've always tried to maintain relationships, but I've found it hard to be in a long-term thing with a woman. Eventually, most of the women I fell for found someone else and I was all but forgotten, sexually. And when that happens, you just have to move on. I have a high sex drive--it's what I'm made for, you know? Once in a while just isn't enough for me. I feel less alone, I guess. There are plenty here just like me.
Q: You say you have had a difficult time maintaining relationships with women. Are you "out" about your sexuality? Do you consider yourself a lesbian?
A: It's funny you should ask that. I wouldn't really call myself a lesbian. Actually, I don't think that whether the person's a man or woman really enters my head at all. And, I have a bit of a weak spot for bisexual men, I must admit. But, I'm really a pleaser in a relationship. I want to make the one I'm with feel good; that's my motivator. So, I'm most attracted to people I can really satisfy, people who've never had someone like me. It's strange, because it's not really what I'd expect, but I just seem to attract more women. I think my androgyny frightens some men.
Q: Why would you call yourself androgynous?
A: Well, look at me.
Here, she takes me by the hand.
It's okay, you know. I'm comfortable with who I am and how I look. I don't have your typical insecurities or fears.
Laughing
I told you, I'm a one-track thinker. If Madonna was a "Boy Toy," I guess I'm just a "Love Toy!"
Q: Who's your favorite co-star?
A: This should be easy, right? Everyone seems to have favorites. Actually, this is really hard. If I tell you the truth, you won't believe me.
Q: Why wouldn't I believe you?
A: Because I really do love them all. It's more than a job or some sex. This is life for me. I love everyone I work with, every single person I star in a scene with.
Q: You said earlier that there were plenty others like you in this industry. What did you mean?
A: I guess the simplest answer is to say that there's plenty of highly sexed, fun seeking boys and girls around here. But, it's more than that. L.A. is such a weird place in so many ways. A lot of the time it's really lonely, or the people seem...plastic.
Suppressed giggles
Believe me, I know all the plastic jokes about this business! You could spend your whole life waiting to find someone. Here, there are others looking
and
there are people looking back, looking for us.
Q: When you say people seem "plastic" here, I assume you mean something more than silicone implants.
A: Oh, shit! Can I say that? Let's just say that I've seen plenty of performers and even regular folks who just don't seem
real
, you know? Like they look almost right, but the illusion falls apart when you get close. Either they look weird, which happens, or--more often--it just doesn't feel right when you get close to them. It's like there's nobody there. I've even heard that about myself. What do you think? Do I look real?
I am unsure how to answer, and move on quickly to the next question.
Q: Doesn't that turn you off to people in general? How do you stay positive about love?
A: Actually, it makes me try harder. In a weird way, it makes me want to be more real for the person I'm with. I've been disappointed by the plastic people so much that I just want to be extra genuine for anyone I find. I don't fake anything, I don't tell lies. I just do my thing and hope that it all works out. I'm completely positive about love. I don't need a commitment or something, just a chance to bring some joy and have some fun. Really, I'm a romantic at heart.
Q: A romantic? Most people would call your world unromantic.
A: What's unromantic? Being filmed? That's just a camera. I'm not looking at the
camera
, for Chrissakes. I'm looking at my co-star, at their body. I'm getting close and then seizing the moment, taking the chance that we'll come together perfectly in that moment. That's a leap of faith. That's romance.
Q: Do you ever see people who aren't in the adult business?
A: Is that an invitation?
At this, Bunny seems to purr, an enchanting throaty vibrato that hums through the room.
Q: Uh, let's just say that I find you fascinating. Is that evasive enough?
A: Oh, darlin'. I could make your night, you know. I saw how you looked at me. Don't be embarrased, it happens all the time. I told you; this is what I'm made for. Do you want me to take this off?
The blue sheath shimmies, and she looks like she might shed it immediately.
In the interest of journalistic accuracy, I have to admit, I am more than a little bit interested to see what she's got under that iridescent sheath, to see it up close...very close.
Q: Well, that would hardly get our interview finished, now would it?
Did my voice crack on the last bit, or is that just my imagination, just a trick of memory and the tape recorder?
A: It all depends on how you want to finish, dear. Anything is possible.
Q: Don't you have to get back to the set soon?
A: Probably. It's okay; someone can substitute for me, it's not a crucial scene for me. Or, I can change. I change costumes all the time, nobody seems to mind. As long as I do the job.
She winks, still purring to me in that throaty hum. I see now why she's so popular in the industry. She's a real sex kitten, always ready to go.
Q: Don't your batteries ever wind down?
A:
For the first time, she seems edgy.
Is that a crack?
Q:
I am embarrased at my poor choice of words, looking to cover the moment quickly.
No, no, not at all. You just seem to have such unlimited stamina. Don't you ever get tired? Or get sick of sex?
A: Let me ask you this--what am I supposed to do instead? Look at me...
she sounds almost hysterical. I am taken by her vulnerability, how easily the facade of security cracks. Once again, I find myself wanting to hold her. I take her by the hand, try to offer comfort.
Q: Bunny, have I hit a sore subject?
A: It's just...when you look like me, how can there be anything but sex? It's not like people want to have a conversation with me. And that's okay, really. I'm used to it, I even like it. But, I do worry what will happen when my "batteries run down," as you put it. I don't know...I take time off to recharge, but I don't know what the future holds for me. Sometimes, that gets a little scary. Who will take care of me then?
Q: You seem like you take good care of yourself. Why do you need someone to take care of you? Or do you mean emotionally?
A: I just...I need stimulation, I need to work, to make people feel good. I don't know what will happen when I'm not needed around here anymore. Or if I'm not wanted. You know, there's always someone new coming along. They're fresh, they're bright, they're ambitious and focused. I don't know...
At this point, I realize that I'm still clutching her by the hand.
Q: Do you regret going into this business?
A: Oh, no. I don't mean to make it sound like that. I just wonder if I'll ever find the right person for me, on a permanent basis. People are so fickle.
Q: Do you mean to imply that you aren't fickle? With all the lovers you've had, could you be faithful to one person?
A: Absolutely. I'm completely committed to whoever I'm with, for as long as I'm with them. I'm very loyal; being with someone who really appreciates me, well, that can keep my motor running for weeks and weeks. And even when I run down and get tired, I usually just need a little pick-me-up to get right back in there. I can be almost obsessive, depending on the person.
Care to see what I mean? Everything could change, you never know; you could take me home, right here and now.
Q: Are you saying that you want to get out of here?
I should interject at this point that I realize my actions were completely unprofessional. She exudes a powerful charisma, that Bunny. I always intended to return her to the set. Actually, I don't *think* that I ever meant to take her away from the set, as I ultimately did.
A: Absolutely. Unless, you want to stay here. Plenty can happen here too, you know. But, you seem like the private type.
The rest of our conversation cannot be included here. I should, for the record, however, come clean about my behavior, and the affect that Bunny had on me. Without considering the consequences, I literally scooped her up, shoved her in my bag, and took her home. Our night together was magical, and not to be narrated here. Suffice it to say, her status among adult performers is well earned. When I returned her to the set in the morning, to great relief among the actresses and crew, there were tears in my eyes.
She's one hell of a pleaser, that Bunny Love.
|
[
"love",
"bunny",
"feel good",
"people"
] |
Monstrous
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/monstrous
| 4.29 | null |
Romance
|
"Juliette, it's all right, "Robert cooed.
"No it isn't! It isn't right at all! " Juliette didn't struggle, much though she wanted to.
His voice was warm on her ear, "yes. Yes, it is, love. Don't fight this. "
Juliette didn't fight. She let him touch her just the way he wanted to, let him caress the little spot between her legs and let him linger when he felt her honey flowing. His fingers circled her clitoris, stroked once to show her how it felt and then moved away. Her hips lifted slightly, trying to find him again, trying to reestablish the wonderful feeling. Robert whispered words of encouragement all the while, for he was receiving as much encouragement as he could ever want just by her reactions. Juliette's fingers dug into the hand that was being used to hold her down, and her mouth opened wide as if begging for his. She couldn't even speak when he began to really stroke her, to press his fingers against her clit and penetrate her gently. He pinned her to the floor with his body and rubbed her, stroked harder and harder in tune with her whimpers. Her lips closed on her tongue and bit down, she mewed out in pain. Robert gladly offered his own mouth to her, and she screamed into it as he made her climax, kissing as much as she was biting his tongue and his lips.
Juliette couldn't move when it was over. He held her for a moment as she forced herself to breathe normally by going through the little ritual of holding her breath in spurts and then letting herself pant again until she was calm. Robert looked down at her and saw that she was crying. This wasn't surprising. Not even a little. Just the opposite, Robert had anticipated this and had thought for quite a while about how he would react. He sat on the floor, his legs straight out and together, and let Juliette rest her head on his lap instead of on the stone of the nadir.
"Did I please you?" he asked. Juliette thought she'd never heard him sound so timid before.
She shrugged and let out a little cough.
"It's all right, "he soothed, smoothing out the hair that had gotten ragged from her thrashing. He removed the clip on the end of the braid and let her fiddle with it as he loosened the knots and formed her coppery hair into a beautiful mane that fell all about her face. " Juliette, don't cry. Please don't. "
She sniffled weakly, "why did you make me do that? "
He held her two hands in one of his and rocked gently back and forth, "I didn't make you, I- "
"No. You're right, it happened because I wanted it to, "she started to cry even harder now, and sobbed out, "it happened because I'm dirty! I wanted you to do it, I did. It's my fault. "
Robert knew this would happen. He sighed a little tired sigh and stroked her cheek as she kept on with the gibberish, then said finally, "do you know that everything you're saying is nonsense, darling? "
She sniffled, "no, it isn't. "
"Juliette, I gave you an orgasm just now. I held you down, tore your dress to pieces and forced you into climax. You were carrying on the entire time, don't you remember a bit of it? "
"I mustn't have really been afraid. "
"Did you feel afraid? "
She was quiet for a short time, seriously pondering that question. Robert almost laughed at the absurdity that Juliette was so confused as to her emotions, "yes. I think I did. "
"Then you were. And you had every right to be, "he kissed her fingertips, all one at a time as he spoke, "I overstepped the limits that we had agreed upon. "
Her voice was calm, asking, "are you even sorry? "
"I cannot be sorry for something as precious as that. "
"Why did you do it? "
It was Robert's turn to be silent. He shut his eyes as he spoke, "I wanted to prove that I could. Juliette, forgive me... I feel a failure with you. It isn't natural in my mind to share a bed and a love with a woman and still not be able to really have her. I was afraid that you were displeased with me. "
Juliette was angry with him. She was, really. For what he had done, she felt sored and betrayed. But what he said was flattering, in
the very least it was flattering. She was overwhelmed with a feeling of pride to know that it was all her fault he had done what he had done, and what had been done was a sweet, selfless action of love. He didn't feel any pleasure at all, had only wanted to know if she was able to feel it.
"I am never displeased with you. Oh, Robert, I'm sorry. I've tried to explain it to you: I do love you, I'm only- "
"I know, princess, "he whispered, "I know. I only wanted to prove to myself that when the time is right, I will be able to please you, "Juliette sat up, and fell into his arms as they pulled her against his chest, "I never meant to frighten you or hurt you. It was my fault, sweetling. All mine. "
"I do love you, Robert, "Juliette murmured.
"And I love you. "
There was a little moment of silence before Juliette mumbled something against the folds of Robert's clothing.
"What was that? "
Juliette looked up at him, "nothing. "
"Tell me. "
She blushed, "I'm cold, Robert. I haven't got nearly enough clothing on. "
They both laughed, a nervous sort of laughter. This was not even the tenth time Robert had seen Juliette so close to nakedness. It felt wrong in a way. Two people as close as they deserved to be comfortable with each other in every situation. Robert stood up, away from his love, and then pulled her to standing by the wrists and embraced her.
"Nearly enough for what? "
"For the cold, I mean. "
Juliette felt her feet lifting up off the ground. In a moment, before she even knew what was happening, she was sitting snugly in Robert's arms, as though he were a groom taking his bride into their marriage bed. He kissed her hair as he carried her towards the hallway that would lead to their bedroom, "I think you look most stunning this way, Juliette. The cold does wonders for a lady's figure. "
"What? "
Robert took Juliette's hand and placed it gingerly on her chest. She burst out laughing, completely without shame, "you unimaginable beast! "
"Do you think I tore your dress for effect, "he teased. " I adore looking at you, my love. It cannot be helped, it is the most natural thing in the world for a man in love to want to see the intimate parts of his lady. "
Juliette settled against him, "I do like being your lady, Robert. It means that you are my gentleman. "
He laughed, "I felt most men in my position were called their lady's Lord. "
"You aren't, though. Lords tell their ladies what to do. You've never ordered me about. "
"And I was told a lady offers her charms to the man she loves. Since you do not do this, should I call you something else? "
"That is such a cruel thing to say. "
"I was only teasing, "he offered mildly.
Juliette was disinterested with the apology, "where are we going? "
"Well, love, I didn't plan on dragging you outside into the garden in such a state. I'll take you to the bedroom. "
"To dress me? "
Robert shook his head, "to love you. "
"You aren't going to give this awful idea up, are you? "
"Not even for a moment, princess. "
"Please, Robert, "Juliette squirmed. She didn't seem at all worried now, but was playing the innocent to entice him, "I'll promise you anything if you'll just take mercy on me. "
An eyebrow raised up, "anything? "
"Well.... "
"You did say 'anything,' darling. "
"What on Earth would you want? "
Robert pushed the bedroom door open with his back, and did not set Juliette down on her own two feet until he was sure that she was only teasing with him. Juliette was ready; she was too giddy and too joyful in her being teased to remember her fear. It made Robert's head go light to think of what was about to happen, "I think I might be bold enough to ask you to touch me. Yes, I don't see how that is any more than what I have given you. It is only fair... "
Juliette was laughing at him.
"I wouldn't! "
"Why not? "
"It's indecent, "she orated.
"Oh, it is, is it?" Robert took a step towards her, and she a step back. They repeated this twice, and Juliette was pressing up against the mattress of the bed now, "I thought you found it something other than indecent when you were the one being touched, my dear. "
Juliette giggled nervously, "that was different. "
"How? "
"I haven't the foggiest notion... But it is! "
They fell into a kiss, giggling under each other's lips like children, and tumbled onto the bed. Robert straddled Juliette's hips and raised himself high above her as he unbuttoned and threw away his shirt. Juliette growled in play and tore at the soft cotton of his undershirt. The fabric separated into pieces under her sharp nails, and Juliette's eyes went wide when she saw what she had done, "oh, I'm sorry! Oh, gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that! Are you angry with me? "
"Furious, "he mumbled through a mouth busy suckling on a nipple. Juliette let herself relax this time- she knew, too, that she was ready. More than ready, she was excited and anxious for it to start. She wanted this love that Robert could give her, that he had already and would still give. She felt her hands moving, slowly, almost without her own control. They crept up Robert's back and dug into his muscled flesh as he continued to kiss her, then snaked to the beautiful locks of graying hair that tickled her belly as he kissed her hips.
"Robert, I love you, "she breathed, "I do. I've loved you since the first day. The first day. "
"I know, princess. I saw it in your eyes when you found me, and knew you must have seen it in mine. I never lost my thought of you, not once in these two years, "Robert pulled Juliette into a sitting position and managed to get himself sitting behind her. His hands rested at first very innocently around her waist, but as he spoke they began to sneak upwards. By the end of his sentence, he was cupping her full breasts, and his thumbs were rubbing against her nipples until they were hard as little gems.
Juliette lay her head on his shoulder and let out little moans as his fingers became more insistent. She accepted the pleasure of feeling him pinch her nipples, learned the new desire to have him inside her while he was doing that. She could feel his erection through his pants already, and understood the almost instinctive want to be impaled on it, "Robert, don't judge me now. Please don't. "
He took in a deep breath; her hands were tentatively stroking the hardness that took up so much of her thought, "I would never. "
"I want you. Oh, God, I do- I want you so much now, Robert. "
"How do you want me, Princess? "
"I don't know. Only don't stop what you're doing. "
"I didn't have any intention of stopping. "
"What am I supposed to do? I don't know how to please you. "
He groaned against her neck, "the way you're squirming is a wonderful way to go about pleasing me, love. "
"I want you to be happy, "she breathed.
"I'm very happy. "
Juliette's body eased back, and when her head touched the pillow she looked up, seeing her lover standing. His pants were coming undone. Juliette giggled, turned herself over on her stomach and gazed up at him, "why am I not afraid now, Robert? "
He leaned to kiss her, "because you trust me, "and he laughed, "I'm glad of it, too, you took your damned time. "
"Don't tease me, "she pouted.
Robert's pants were gone, kicked under the bed, and he stood naked before her. His muscles were stunning, and though slight they seemed to all be straining, showing off for her to marvel at. She liked looking at his belly mostly, because of its shape, and her eyes naturally began to rest on the shaft of him as it rose past the sight of his belly button, "I am not teasing, little one, "he countered, "have you any clue how miserable it was to be in this state ten hours a waking day and be unable to do anything about it? "
Juliette's eyes were wide. She certainly had no idea that she was the one who had made him like this; thought perhaps it was just the way a man was made. The thought of having to stand in pants like that made her squirm at first, and laugh, but finally she was so overcome with vanity and pride that she turned herself on her back just to tantalize him while she said, "you deserve whatever you went through for always being so discourteous to me. "
"Discourteous, my Lady?" Robert climbed onto the bed and over her. His hands rested on her arms, drawing them above her head, pinioning her below him. He kissed her mouth, and slowly brought his lips to her neck, whispering, "I am about to be downright monstrous to you."
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"hands rested",
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Coffee & Cream
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/coffee-and-cream-1
| 4.36 | null |
Taboo/Incest
|
I married Michel three months ago and was as happy as I thought a woman could be. In the six months since we met the one thing I knew and the most important thing in my life was that he loved me. It was only icing that he was well off and a wonderful lover. I still know that he loves me but a bit of a 'wrinkle' came up three weeks ago. I found him in bed with his mother.
We were all going out for dinner and we were to meet at our home at seven. My mistake was coming home at four. As I entered the house I heard noises in the bedroom: noises I very well recognized, noises of fucking. As I looked in through the half open door my first reaction was the last one I would have predicted. I thought, "That is the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen."
Bianca's full head of curly black hair was cascading around her face down her shoulders. Her mocha skin was all the same hue no matter where you looked. Her dark eyes make her look more Greek than the Italian that she is. Her full conical breasts rose and fell gracefully as her hips rose and fell over her son's cock, over my husband's cock.
I was magnetized to the scene of passion. As she rocked on him, their hands were in constant motion: touching, teasing and searching. The words of love that passed between them were inflaming. I watched as she got off him and took her son's slick cock into her mouth. He moaned as his mother ministered to him. She licked and sucked the long shaft that I thought was for my mouth alone. I could taste what she tasted.
His mother then got on all fours and said, "Michel I want you here."
I was fascinated and in a crazy way I was jealous. We had never talked about it but I knew that we had never made love that way because I was afraid I was too small for him there. He was in his mother's ass and she seemed transported. I could almost make out the sweat pouring off them as she touched herself and began to come. As she came she made a sound I can only call a howl.
I should have been appalled, I should have been furious; I should not have been wet. I turned with the chaos of my thoughts and left.
I walked for two hours wondering what to do. Is my marriage over? How could I have been so wrong? Why today of all days when I was going to tell…and with every thought my foolish heart kept feeling, "He loves you Jessica, he loves you."
I went home in a tired stupor not having decided anything. I was quiet through dinner claiming a headache. I observed them and was surprised that I saw no hint of conspiratorial looks between them. They were both kind and solicitous to me. I thought that I must be out of my mind because I felt as if they both loved me.
We dropped Bianca off at her house, which is minutes from ours in the development and we went home. I wanted to talk to Michel but didn't know where to start. As soon as we got home Michel started kissing me. There was no duplicity and nothing obligatory about it. His kissing was filled with love and desire for me. I couldn't help but respond. Even knowing what I knew, his touches, his fingers, his hands still said more than just "I want you." I was lost in his lovemaking.
As we rested and he nestled me in his arms I said, "Michel, I saw you today with your mother."
I heard him whisper softly, "Oh no."
"Tell me Michel, so I can understand."
There was a long exhale before he began. "Jessica, you must know first that I love you and I married you because I can't be without you. I never wanted to hurt you and I thought I could keep that part of my life separate."
"I know you love me Michel but I have to understand this."
"It started after my father died and we had to get the business that he was about to start off the ground. You know how mother and I worked for years to make it successful but you don't know how hard it was on her. She was worried all the time. She went without food and most nights she spent without sleep. One evening she was curled up on the couch next to me and I began stroking her back. She was soothed and fell asleep. It became our ritual: the only way she could fall asleep was with me touching her. I was soon in her bedroom and my hands were under her nightgown, and then there was no nightgown; there were only my hands on all of her. We made love for five years before you came to work for me."
"Why did you want me, why did you even talk to me? I'm not as beautiful as she is and you already had her Michel; so why?"
"Because I got to know you Jessica and the more I knew, the more I loved you. I didn't think this would happen. I didn't think I would love you this way and then I thought I could give her up - and I tried. I couldn't do it. I love you both and that's where I stopped. Tell me what to do; I love you both"
"Oh God Michel, I don't know what to tell you."
We held each other for a long time and then my husband made love to me again: quiet soft love that soothed me through the night. His fingers explored the places that only he would know. When he reached into my ass I was glad. I fantasized it was his cock but I was still afraid. I held his stiff rod and urged it into my waiting center. My husband was taking me, loving me. When I came, it was as I always came with him: I knew nothing but the flow of my cum, nothing but the place to which orgasm takes me. When I awoke I was alone with my doubts and fears. I took them to where I had been taking them since I met her, to Bianca.
I had always been able to talk to her and up until now she had become my best friend. I felt things couldn't get more complicated and perhaps she could help simplify them; of course I was wrong.
I went to her and just came out with it. She told me her story. How it happened was the same, why it happened was not. She said, "When Michel lost his father he was lost and he had no confidence. He'd only been with one girl and I was his source and his stability. When he first started touching me I knew what he wanted and what he needed. I let him feel loved through his caresses and then it became more. It became what I needed and wanted. I was always a very sexual person and it was always for me an expression of love."
She told me he always spoke of his love for me and that the last time was her fault. They had broken it off and she had gotten needy and selfish. Bianca began to cry and I held her. She began stroking my hair and I let her. She kissed me gently and I let her. She took me where I wanted to go. As she found my places I knew why Michel was such a good lover; this woman had taught him. She had shown him where to touch and where to taste - as she did now. She had shown him where a woman is and how to get there.
Bianca told me I was beautiful and while I was with her I believed it. She called me a Botticelli Venus because I'm so fair. She told me she loved to look through my translucent skin at the beautiful fine green veins that are visible on my breasts and thighs: the veins I despised as a young girl, the veins I saw differently now. She made love to me and wouldn't let me touch her. She said, "Today is for you alone."
Her full lips took me into her mouth and what she did to my clit I can only call exquisite pain. No one had ever done that to me. Her tongue teased as if it knew me. She pleasured me to a place it didn't seem possible to stay without coming. When I finally crested and she allowed me to come, it was the sweetest release. I thought, "Everyone should come once in their life – like that."
When I left, Bianca again said that I must tell Michel - all. As I pulled into my driveway I thought, "If I was confused before, there is no word to describe this."
That evening, I began by telling Michel about Bianca and me. As it turned out, I didn't have to say the rest. His response was joyous laughter. He said, "I can just imagine you two together; you must look like porcelain and mahogany… or better yet, coffee and cream."
He unbuttoned my top and exposed my breasts. He massaged my nipples between his fingers and as I felt the moisture appear between my legs I heard him say, "You're pregnant aren't you?"
I was surprised, but I said, "Yes, how did you know?"
He kissed me for a long time and smiled, "I can see your fullness and your pink nipples turning to mocha. Why didn't you tell me as soon as you knew?"
"I was confused with all that was going on and I didn't know how you felt. We said we would wait a while and I …I was also afraid you would find me ugly and not want to make love to me any more once I got fat."
He laughed, "I'm going to love you forever, no matter what you look like."
He took me with more love than he had ever shown. He kept touching, and kissing my soon to be swollen belly. He was happy and so was I. He put himself in me and was so gentle I had to pull him in to get all of him. I laughed and said, "Michel I won't break because I'm pregnant: I still want you to do me."
He did. I wanted it all from him now. I wanted him in all of me. I offered myself as his mother did and he took my slick juices and washed his hardness with them. He worked the thick knob past the ring of my ass and as he pushed into my tightness he kept repeating, "Jessica my sweet wife." My name sounded like love in his mouth. I forgot my fears and I loved him having me there.
And as he pleasured me I knew it would be all right. I knew that Bianca would be part of this family and all the possibilities danced in my head. I knew that we would share love and that we would fulfill each other and I knew that we would be the cream in each other's coffee.
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"michel",
"rose fell",
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The Long Journey Back Part 1
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-long-journey-back-part-1
| 4.15 | null |
Non-Erotic
|
Chapter 1
Morning. She awoke to the alarm blaring next to the bed. There was the sound of bird song outside her bedroom window but in the midst of exhaustion and pain she didn't hear it. Shuffling through the blur which was her world sans glasses she made her way to the bathroom and started the shower. Once the water was nice and hot she reached out to move the shower curtain and saw the first bruise. With a sigh of resignation she stepped in, relaxing just a bit as the spray hit her tired body. Soaping her body she reflected on the prior evening.
She fussed in the kitchen. Paul was due home at any moment and she wanted it to be a nice evening. They had been having so few of those of late. The meal was simple. Homemade pasta sauce from the freezer, ziti, salad, and garlic bread. But it was good.
She lit candles about the living room for ambiance and decided to forgo the incense, allowing instead the smells of a home cooked meal to serve in its stead. Suddenly she felt the floor vibrate as he slammed shut the front door.
"Oh shit!" she whispered. She knew that the slammed door meant a hard day, after what had been an especially hard week. Then forcing a smile she turned to welcome Paul home.
Dinner was a disaster. He barely touched any food, choosing instead to dine on a 12-pack of beer. After dinner (if you could call it that), it was obvious that the alcohol had taken hold. He came up behind her as she washed the dishes, a touch here a kiss there. It was obvious what he had in mind.
Taking a hold of her wrist he moved to turn her away from the sink.
"Honey, can this wait a bit? I really should clean up the kitchen first."
With that utterance his grip around her wrist shifted from a light touch to a death grip. And his kisses grew more intense.
"Honey please."
It was no good. When he drank there was no reasoning with him. In fact, her reluctance seemed to act as an aphrodisiac. It wasn't that he meant to force her, he had no idea he was even hurting her, she was sure. Or she hoped she was sure. He just wanted her. Then and now. And not knowing what else to do, she never seemed to know what to do when he got like this, she submitted.
But as his kisses deepened and he started to remove her clothes she drifted off inside her mind. There had been times when their lovemaking was spectacular. There had been moments in bed when they seemed to connect in soul as well as in body. But not for a long time. Not when he was like this. Not when booze had clouded his mind so that he either became unable to comprehend the words "not now" or "no".
So she left. She closed her eyes and slipped off to the silent place in her mind. The sacred spot she used to go to in trance, in meditation. And so she wasn't there when he thrust his fingers between her legs. She wasn't there when his kisses, sometimes so soft and gentle turned sloppy and harsh. And she wasn't there when he climbed on top of her disregarding the fact that she was obviously not ready. Disregarding everything but the pleasure which rose and crested leaving him spent on top of her.
She shook off the memory and clean and somewhat awake she turned off the water. She dried herself off gently and moved to the mirror. She looked at the person looking back at her and wondered how it had gotten like this. But time waited for no man, or woman, and it was pointless to waste time thinking about things that would never change.
She got dressed a pair of denim leggings and a lose and soft turtleneck. Twisted her still damp hair up into a bun and went off into the kitchen. As she expected it was spotless, the coffee was made and there was a note on the 'fridge.
Morning Joanna! I know its Saturday but they called me into the office. I shouldn't be home too late. Love you, Me
As if nothing had happened. But then what had happened? He had hurt her, but he hadn't really meant to. And as for the sex? Well she supposed that if she had really wanted to stop him she could have. And goodness knows she wasn't the first woman to just "lie there" when the mood hadn't struck them. With a shrug she made a cup of coffee and headed downstairs. The home she and Paul shared wasn't overly large, but it did have the luxury of a basement. Every time she went down the stairs she was always struck by how much stuff they had managed to cram into such a small space.
The room held the computer desk they shared, a number of bookcases, and an altar. She laid her coffee mug on the coaster she kept on her desk and on a whim she went over to it. The low table which was bedecked with crystals and candles. On the left was the chalice that Paul had bought her, a lovely hand blown piece in shades of purple. On the right the blade she had bought him at Ren Fair. In the center lay their wands, crafted from fallen branches which had been sanded with love and care. She hadn't intended to do any ritual, her heart has been too sore for that lately. But suddenly something called to her.
She stood for a moment to collect her thoughts and a familiar prayer ran through her head. But, instead of continuing with the prayer of self-blessing she instead recited one line over and over again first silently and then aloud.
"Bless me Mother for I am Your child"
It was her mantra. It was what she was trying so desperately to remember, to feel again. When she had met Paul she was already a witch. After practicing on her own for a couple of years she had yearned for the company of others. So when she saw a notice at the local bookstore that a Pagan Study Group was forming she jumped at the chance. When she walked in that first night, the first person she met was Paul. She liked to say it was love at first sight. But in actuality she, they, didn't know it was love until almost a year of friendship. What she experienced was more like remembrance. It was as if her soul and his recognized one another in that first instant. And from that moment on they were simply bound to one another, destined to be together.
During her early years as a Witch, as a Priestess, she was keenly aware of the Lady's presence about and within her. It was at once the glow of moonlight shining down upon her and a warm coal within her. It was something that made magical the flicker of candlelight and the soft rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze. It was something that made sacred all the mundane acts that make up a life. That had made up her life. But, the last 2 years and the disappointments which had come with it had robbed the world of some of its beauty, had robbed her heart of some of the magic which once resided there. While she had once reached out for her faith in times of need, in times of despair, recently the more she hurt the less she felt able to turn to the trappings of her religion. And the more time that passed since she had held ritual the more she felt ashamed. Ashamed to call herself Witch, ashamed to call herself Priestess, and ashamed to call upon the Divine, her Lord and Lady. As a result she had practiced her religion less and less. She had grown more distant from her faith as evidenced by the puff of dust that rose into the air disturbed as she reached for a lighter.
She lit the central candle on the altar and sat before it. Trying to center herself and to feel again that connection to the Divine.
"Oh Goddess I ask that you send your blessings down upon me." Her voices crackled with unshed tears. "I know I don't deserve the privilege. Who am I to ask for anything? But please? I'm not sure where to go or what to do. Please help me find a way out; transform my life, transform me if that be your will. But, I can't live like this anymore." With those last words her shell cracked and she began to cry. She curled up on the floor as the sobs wracked her body. They were the deep wrenching sounds of grief. She grieved for herself, for the memories of the prior evening, for the soreness in her body and mind. She grieved for the lack of meaning in her life as well as for the other losses of the past years. And finally she grieved for the man she loved, for whom their losses had been devastating. Finally she cried over the alcohol which was changing him into someone she didn't know. Gradually her sobs turned to softer cries and finally spent in body and soul her breathing slowed and she fell asleep.
Chapter 2
The dream was always the same.
His hands are tied in front of him with rough rope. They've been tied that way a while as he can feel the raw chafed skin there. There is the taste of blood in his mouth and his head is pounding in time to the steps he's being forced to make. He's been beaten.
The night is cold and damp. He can see his breath in small white clouds rising up to the heavens. He hurts. His body is sore. He catches the scent of wood smoke and his heart fills with fear. No it fills with something greater than fear, stark terror and utter despair….
He hears a bird twittering in the distance. Tu Tu Eeet Tu Tu Eeet
Paul awoke to the sound of the phone ringing.
"Yeah?" he whispered so as not to wake up the woman beside him.
"Hey man" Charlie said "I need you to come in today Jim is a no-show and you're all I got."
"Oh come on. It's Saturday and I already put in 50 hours this week."
"I don't want to be a hard-ass. You can man the shift or not. If you don't you can start looking for a new job."
"Alright, give me an hour and I'll be there."
Sitting up he was suddenly aware of the pounding in his head. He gazed down at the sleeping form beside him and wondered how he had been lucky enough to win the heart of this lovely creature. Short and with curves in all the right places ("and most of the wrong ones" he heard her say in his head) her hair poured over the pillow like a stream. A true strawberry blonde, complete with blue eyes and freckles she looked truly Irish much to the "dismay" of her Italian parents.
He bent and brushed her forehead with a kiss. "Love you My Love" he whispered.
Much as he would like to curl up beside her and wake her with kisses, duty called. He stumbled to the bathroom, took 3 Advil and stepped into a cool shower. Quickly soaping and shampooing he was done in 5 minutes. After drying off and throwing on a pair of Dockers and a Dress shirt he went into the kitchen for some coffee. The sink was still full of dishes; it wasn't like Joanna to leave the kitchen a mess before bed.
Suddenly he was struck by a vague memory of the previous night. He remembered being on top of Jo, her eyes closed, and he chuckled as obviously her tidying had been interrupted by passion. As he filled the dishwasher he realized that he really didn't remember much else of the previous evening. He remembered coming home exhausted after a long week. He had stopped at the liquor store on the way home and remembered that Jo had seemed a bit put off by his drinking. Or maybe it was his not eating much of dinner. She always hated it when he didn't appreciate her cooking. Maybe he should take her out for dinner to make it up to her.
After loading the dishwasher, he noticed a number of beer bottles about. As he gathered them up for recycling he realized that he held the remnants of a full 12-pack.
"Did I really drink that much?" he mused. "Funny, I don't remember. But unless the cat has developed a taste for hops, it must've been me." But somehow the joke tasted sour even to himself. He didn't really like the fact that he couldn't remember hours of his life and he couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important that he had lost in that alcohol induced blur. A glance at the microwave told him he was going to be late if he didn't hurry, so he jotted off a quick note and hurried out the door into an all too bright morning in his somewhat hungover state.
The drive was an easy and fast one. He was at the office 15 minutes after walking out his front door. The ibuprofen had finally kicked in and he was feeling a bit more human. The morning progressed smoothly, but still Paul was grateful when Jim finally showed up, albeit 3 hours late, allowing him to go home.
He walked in the door surprised not to see Jo on the couch reading. Lazy Saturdays often found her curled up with a fantasy or sci-fi novel. He checked the bedroom and bathroom and finally the basement. What he saw surprised him. She was asleep on the floor in front of the altar. He was more surprised by how she looked. Her eyes were obviously red and puffy despite being closed. She'd obviously been crying. His heart ached to see her like that and he bent down to stroke her face. In her sleep she flinched as if expecting pain to follow. Then his eyes caught sight of something.
Her wrist was bruised. Badly. He could see the outline of fingers. He called out her name in a tight whisper.
"Joanna?"
She stirred but didn't wake up.
"Jo?" he said a bit louder.
Her eyes fluttered open. For a minute she was unsure where she was. "How long was I asleep?" she muttered. Then looking up into Paul's face she said more clearly, "Oh Hi Honey, you're home. What time is it? Do you need lunch?"
"What happened to your wrist?" he asked. He watched the emotions play on her face. Confusion. Embarrassment.
Joanna wasn't sure what to do. She had never let him see the marks he left. She never told him about what he did. Part of her was trying to protect him. She knew how he felt about men who abused their spouses, and despite their lack of a marriage certificate she was no less his wife. But, also, she was trying to protect herself. Because she knew that she couldn't face it if in fact he did know what he'd been doing and simply didn't care.
"Oh that? Oh don't worry about it, I'm fine. Come on, how about a ham sandwich?"
"Jo. Come on. I can see from here that someone hurt you. I can see finger marks."
She blinked a few times. She had always believed that he didn't remember what happened when he drank too much. She had believed it, she had had to, but she had never known for sure. But here he was standing before her with love and concern in his deep blue eyes, asking her what was wrong. How was she supposed to answer him? What words were there to soften what she believed, no now she knew, would be a blow. That he was the one who had hurt her.
"Jo!" he said a bit more forcefully, "are you having an affair?"
"Oh Gods No!" she said.
"Then what happened? Who did this to you?"
She lowered her head and replied in a breath of a whisper, so low he couldn't make out what she said.
A cold hand of fear wrapped itself around his heart. A suspicion was growing in the back of his mind. But, it wasn't possible. Again that picture rose in his mind. He saw himself on top of her, her eyes closed. But, what if they weren't closed in passion? A lump formed in his throat.
He swallowed and raised her head with his fingertips beneath her chin, he asked "Hun, please, what happened?"
"Well," she said finally, "I guess it happened last night."
"What do you mean?"
"When we were …. You know … " and she trailed off. She didn't want to call it having sex, but couldn't bring herself to call it making love.
"You mean …. " his voice breaking as much with shock as with shame., "I …. Did … this?"
"Yes" she replied in a voice just above a whisper.
His legs gave out from under him and he sat suddenly and forcefully on the floor.
He gazed up at her. "Was it the first time?"
"No…. it only happens when you drink though."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better? Oh Gods I've been abusing you. I swear to you I don't remember. What did I do to you? Did I …. Beat you?"
"No …"
"Then how did this …" he reached out as if to touch her wrist and then drew back "happen."
Joanna gazed at him, at the well sculpted face that she knew and loved. She swallowed and met his gaze. Green eyes and blue locked together and with that a gate in his mind opened and he remembered Jo beneath him, her eyes closed not in passion but in resignation. He remembered her gasping beneath him not in pleasure but in the pain which accompanied a rushed and forceful entry into her womanhood. He remembered that he just wanted, needed to be within her so desperately. That he had felt as if he were drowning and that she was somehow his life preserver. He had wanted to feel that connection, that sacredness, that accompanied their lovemaking. But, he had destroyed it. How could she ever forgive him for this. This was unspeakable. He had forced her. He had brought violence into their bed
"No oh Gods No"
"Paul, its okay. Really…… Paul?"
"How is it okay? I hurt you."
"But, you didn't mean it. It was" she grasped for words "an accident. We'll get help. We'll work on this together."
"How can you even stand to be in the same room with me? You should leave and never look back." And with that said he broke down into sobs.
She gazed at him and drew him to her, trying to wrap him her love around him as she did her arms. Holding him as he cried out his fear and his shame, mingling her tears with his own. Hoping that somehow this was the beginning of healing.
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Anniversary
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/anniversary-5
| 4.24 | null |
Romance
|
To know someone as I know you is a beautiful thing. Our ten years together has brought us closer, and formed a bond of mind and soul I had only thought possible in a romance novel, or some kind of fantacy. The term "Soul Mate" has taken on true meaning to me. To know you, is to know love, acceptance, and complete friendship in every facet of my life with you. This is my tribute, my declaration of total devotion. To you, my woman, my lover, my friend.
With the approach of our tenth anniversary I wanted to do something that we would look back upon as a once in a lifetime memmorable experience. I wanted to give you something more than merely "Special". Wanting you to feel pampered, and enveloped in overwhelming sensuous pleasure from dusk until dawn. I began to make my plans.
Over a period of several weeks, I shopped at "Victoria's Secret" for you.
Only you know my affinity for fine Lingeri.
I visited "The Candle Shop", selecting the scents we both enjoy so well. Bath oils, matching silk kimonos, satin sheets, and a downfilled comforter were procured. Finally my preparations complete, I awaited the the day.
The alarm rang as usual at 04:30, reaching over you to turn it off, I smelled your lingering purfume, my lips gently brushed against your hair. I stretched slowly, then got up, heading for the shower. Though I was tired as usual, I couldn't help but smile knowing what the day would bring.
After showering and getting dressed for work, I returned to you, standing and just gazing upon you as you slept. I leaned over, and brushed my lips agains your cheek. You stirred, and turned your face to me. "Happy Anniversarry" I whispered, your smile, as always warmed my heart, you replied sleepilly "Happy Anniversarry Sweetheart". We softly kissed, "I Love You" I whispered, "Have a good day honey". "I Love You Too" you replied "Drive careful". I took a final gaze at you as you drifted back to sleep, turning, I left you then, placing the card, and short note upon your dresser, where I knew you see it.
You awoke as the sun streamed into the window, stretching, and yawning as you always do. You rose from the bed, and noticed the card, and letter I had left there a few hours before. You smiled as you opened the card, reading.
Happy Anniversary my love, I am the most blessed of all men, because I have you. I know your love, your touch, and your gentle nature. I know your heart, and those things that please you. I will forever be in your debt for chosing me to love, and to spend your life with. I am truly blessed. I share your love, I share your friendship. I am so happy with you by my side. There is nothing stronger in the world than the love I have for you in my heart. May I be able to please you forever. Forever yours, Your Loving Husband
Smileing you then picked up the letter and read.
My love,
You will find a gift I've left for you in the bathroom. Please wear it for me today. I've taken the liberty of filling your day with appoinments for you to keep, I'll look forward to seeing you this evening.
Your Loving Husband
A puzzled look upon your face, you walked to the bathroom, noticing the gift wrapped package. After your shower, you opened it, and read the little note.
Sweetheart, I've made several appointments for you today. I hope you enjoy them.
09:30 "Body Works" for a Sauna, massage, and facial 12:15 "The Bistro" for lunch 13:30 "Nails & Things" for a manicure, and pedicure 16:00 "The Mane Event" for a haircut, and style. 19:00 "The Yorkshire Inn" for dinner I'll meet you there my love.
Your Loving Husband
You opened the tissue covering the contents, and beheld a teddy of dark emerald green trimmed in black lace, black stockings seamed in the back, embroidered with butterflies. You smiled brightly as you found the matching garter, and black sheer thong also embroidered. You found the 5 inch stilettos with the silver heel and toe caps, and softly laughed. You began to understand my motives, and realized the evening gown I had in mind.
You knew now beyond any doubt how much I still thrilled seeing you so dressed. Your nipples hardened, and your pussy moistened as you thought of my reaction to seeing you dressed in my gift, and the pleasure you'd enjoy later in my arms.
Your day passed quickly, you enjoyed the sensuality of each and every caress, and touch of the professionals attending to enhancing your natural beauty. You often thought of me as you endured each ministration, your self image bolstered by knowing you'd never been lovelier in my eyes.
You walked gracefully into the dining room of the Yorkshire, facing the entrance, I saw you, the breath catching in my chest. I'd never seen you more beautiful. I began to tremble, as if it were the first time I'd felt your skin. You looked more beautiful than I'd ever remembered. My pride swelled as I took notice of other men turning from their dates to watch you as you approached our table. You are so beautiful. I am so blessed to have your company.
We dined together sharing a sumptuous evening repast. A good meal, better company, and fabulous champagne, a vintage I no longer remember. Love and laughter were shared. I again became lost in your eyes and your smile.
As we stood to leave, I suggested you take a drink at the bar, and come after you were done, to our room. Your eyebrow raised in question.
I have a few things to attend to before you arrive
I whispered into your ear. Your eyes twinkled in the low light, your smile telling me you understood. I left your presence.
Within 20 minutes, I had everything ready for you. I stood waiting in the warm room naked beneath my white silk kimono, yours was laying over the end of the queen size bed, now covered in white satin sheets, and the flowered white down filled comforter I'd pulled back from one corner.
A soft knock attracted my attention to the door.
I opened the door slowly, seeing you there standing still with a warm smile for me. "Come in" I said softly, "I've prepared a chamber for you."
You entered gracefully, your irises opening in the dim candlelit room. The aroma of the 125 candles filled your senses. Your smile spread accoss your face. "Mmmmm, Sweetheart" you softly said, as you wrapped your arms around me and we kissed deeply, and our passions began to build.
My hands were busy, as I unbuttoned your gown... it pooled around your feet. I separated us, taking in the sight of you in the lingerie I had provided for you this morning.
Oh my God you're so beautiful!
I thought. We came together in a warm kiss, arms, hands touching, caressing. Tongues playing, heavy breathing as if we were new to each other. My hands caressed and squeezed your round butt as you stroked your hand along the length of my hardness.
I slid my hands into the waistband of your thong, sliding it over your ass and down your thighs, I leaned over and slid it over your knees, and down your calves, you stepped out of them.
Raising up, I slipped the strap of the teddy off your right shoulder, and exposing your breast. I placed my lips to it, sucking gently as I removed the other, and pulling it down exposed the left. My hand rose, taking hold of your nipple between my finger and thumb, gently squeezing and twisting it.
"Ahhhhhh"... you exclaimed. I raised up, kissing you hungrily as I removed your beautiful teddy... you stood before me in your garter, stockings and shoes. "Sit on the bed Sweetheart" I breathed...
I removed your shoes, kissing your feet and toes... You began to unsnap your garter from the stockings, I kissed the flesh above them, we both were trebling as I slid your hose from your shapely legs. You unsnapped your garter, tossing it to the floor, I stood with you, my kimono now open, and held you to me, our skin touching once again. I stood shaking, noticing your trembling as well. We took each other in our arms, our lips met with passion, hungrily searching, probing.
After a while, we separated, I took up your kimono, and helped you slide it onto your shoulders. You smiled at me as I tied it, and we took hands together, I led you to the bath. "I Love You's" were whispered.
I opened the door, your eyes widened, a deep and large Jacuzzi filled, and steaming, votive candles floating on the water, the aroma from the candles and oils were very pleasing. Many candles surrounded the rim, and on every surface that could hold them.
"Ohh Honey!" you exclaimed. A huge smile spreading over your face.
I turned to you, you turned to me, we kissed, and began to disrobe each other from our white silk kimonos.
Now standing naked together, I help you into the Jacuzzi tub. "Ohhhh Sweetheart" you breathe as you settle in. "It's so nice and warm". I smile to you, and slowly enter the other end.
Once settled, I take your feet in my hands. "Would you like a foot massage Sweetheart?" I ask.. your eyes tell me yes. I begin to massage your right foot... rubbing and pressing your heel, the ball of your foot, your toes... I massage your ankle with firm pressure and caresses from my strong fingers, I switch to your left foot, and repeat, you purr your satisfaction.
I have finished your feet, My eyes twinkling, I pull your left leg toward me, and in the process turn you away from me. I pull you close. You sit between my spread legs, my throbbing erection presses against your lower back. My hands are full of your breasts as you lean into me. Caressing your nipples, I whisper
Baby I want you, lets get out of the tub
. You turn your head toward me, we kiss passionately. The water goes down the drain...
We stand, and dry each other with the soft, white terry towels. Smiling, you giggle, and run to the next room, jumping onto the bed. Laughing I follow you, I see you laying there, and smack your ass with a playful slap. "Mmmmmmmm", you sigh, I lay beside you now, we kiss and fondle each other.
You turn onto your back, your arms wide to accept me, you spread your legs, lifting your knees. "Love me Sweetheart" you whisper. I slide between them, I take hold of my hardness, slapping it on your tummy, I smile broadly, "You want me?" "Tell me. " "Fuck me" You whisper... your hips writhing. You and I take hold of my hardness, directing it to your opening, wet, swollen, and obviously wanting. You rub the swollen head of my cock through your wetness, then center it over your opening. I push slowly.
Ahhhhhhhhhh, you exclaim as I slide slowly into you, looking into your eyes, I tell you again "I Love you" my turgid length fills your sheath. Once again I feel the hard button of your cervix against the sensitive tip of my cock as I fall fully into you.
You close your eyes, "Baby you feel so good!" you sigh... "fuck me" you sigh... I begin to thrust. You return my thrusts with those of your own, Our wetness, slurping, squishing, and running freely.. the smell of our sex together fills my head with lust for you. My hardness becomes harder... I feel as hard as steel, I lift my hips with each deep thrust trying to lift you from the bed, as if I could suspend you from it. You fuck me back, your pelvic movements sliding me over and again deeper into you, banging again and again against your cervix. We shudder and shake, our breathing coming in hard gasps.
Suddemly you open your eyes, knowing you, I understand as you fold your body, sliding me out with a slurping noise. You reposition, on your knees, laying your head upon your pillow, your ass turned up. "Fuck me hard" you moan, I place the head of my cock to your openning... and Push steadilly, and smoothly due to your wetness. *PBLPBTTTT* "Ohhh" you exclaim... "Sorry"... I smile... "That's just a sign of getting fucked properly" I say as my thrust expells air from your open cunt. My hardness seems to swell... Your cunt spasms... clenching my cock, your inner muscles rippleing I try to lift you with the hardness of my cock. Suddenly you spew your cum over my shaft and balls... "Ohhhh Sweetheart" I exclaim... feeling your pulsing, and squeezing as you cum I grab your waist firmly and shove hard.. slapping my balls against your wet sex... Unnnnngggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh, I shout as I empty my balls into your womb. "Ohhhhh... Gawd... " I pant... as I hug you around the waist.. totally spent.
We fall together... I pull the white satin sheet over us, as well as the down filled comforter. "I Love you" I whisper... "As I love you" you whisper in reply.
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Two Heads are Better than One
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/two-heads-are-better-than-one
| 4.02 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
I was a hard day at work for both of us. I got home fed the kids and got them ready for bed. You had to work somewhat late and you called and told me you were on your way home. I waited to put the kids to sleep until you came home to say good night. You came home and I kissed you intensely and ground my hips into your cock so you would know that I love you and wanted more than just dinner tonight. You said good night to the kids and I told you I had a glass of wine ready for you in the kitchen to help you relax. You grinned at me and went up stairs to get comfortable and than headed down stairs while I put the kids to bed.
You took your glass of wine sat to the couch and kicked your legs up. You were so comfortable. Once you walked through the door and saw me all the stress and outside stuff just melted away. For the first time in your life you were so content and happy to be home. No worries about conflict or yelling about things that don't matter. Now you had the women you love more than you could possibly explain greet you lovingly and erotically at the door. You thought to yourself, well I did get a blow-job this morning and I fucked her in the shower. She wants more. You grinned and started day dreaming about me and you could feel an erection emerging under your robe. You thought why did I settle for less. I deserve this happiness and level of love. To feel that someone finds me sexy, trusts me, wants me and loves me to a level of this intensity is what I have longed for since I was a boy.
Your mind kept wandering to that point where the first time you completed surrendered to her. The grin turned into a complete smile and the erection was throbbing. It was the most gentle and loving action I ever felt, he thought. He knew that after he surrendered to her and allowed her to fuck him that he was bound to her forever. You thought that taking her virginity anally was like nothing you ever felt before but having her make love to me, well that tops it all. For a moment you were there. The hotel room in which you lost your self to the woman you loved and your virginity. Her body was completely naked and glowing from the first time we made love when we got there. She was content, so aroused from the many orgasms I gave her. I was lying on my back. She ran her fingers down my neck, through my torso and down to my toes. She was now at the foot of the bed massaging my feet and sucking my toes. She slowly worked herself up to my cock.
She spread my legs apart and started lightly touching my balls. I could feel the shots of pleasure flowing through my body. She lowered her head, allowing her soft curly hair rest on my cock. As she started licking and sucking my balls I felt her hair tickle me. It felt so good. I could feel that tongue just lap up my balls and make them tighten with every stroke. My cock started to get hard and after a few moments I felt like I was ready to explode and she knew it. She placed one hand on my anus bud and began lightly touching me, smiling at my reaction as she watched me squirm. I just loved it when she watched me. She took control of the moment, which pleased me greatly. She placed my hard cock into that warm loving mouth and tightened her lips. I felt her take my cock so deep inside her mouth that I felt as though she had swallowed me completed. With her mouth pumping on my cock quickly, than one hand holding tightly my cock, and the other hand slowly entering my anus. Wow, what pleasure and excitement I was having. I could feel the love and desire she had for me. She wanted to please me, make me feel like I have never felt before. And she didn't know it but every time they were together was like nothing I ever felt.
As she was sucking my cock, she stuck one finger in at first and started fucking me. I pushed into it with the need and the want of more. Than it was two fingers, oh, how wonderful that felt. I could feel the beginning of this warming sensation starting at my toes. I wanted her to fuck me, to surrender to her and give someone controls for the first time ever. By surrendering my soul to her would bring me one step closer to making our relationship a permanent union that could never be broken. I started to moan and grab her hair as I rocked back and forth with the motion of her fingers inside me. I whispered to her as pre-cum was released into her mouth. My baby, please fuck me, show me what it is to be totally loved by you.
Without hesitation she got up and got the two-headed toy that would do the trick. First she kissed me for a while. Our tongues darting out of each other’s mouth forcefully. When she was done with that she asked me to watch. At first she took my hand so that I could feel just how her clitoris was throbbing and that the wetness between her legs was slick. I could tell that the actions she was performing on me really excited her. After I touched her she put my fingers in my mouth so I could taste her. She than kneeled, opened her self to me and started touching herself while I watched. My cock had never felt this hard. It was incredible just how far she could take me. She was in my mind. She knew what to do and what I wanted. She started to moan and I talked dirty to her as she was ready to climax. She screamed with pleasure. I saw her cum. There was such an explosion that it was dripping down her leg. She took her finger and wiped it from her leg and than stuck it in her mouth. She was just getting started.
She placed one end of the double-headed toy into herself and started pumping it in order to lubricate it. Before she pulled it out she put lubricant on my anus and stuck her finger in to make sure the pressure would not cause me any pain or discomfort. She pulled the end of the toy out from inside her and slowly started entering it into me. I could feel that warming sensation again but this time it was different, because this time it was my entire being. I could feel this cock inside of me and it was coming from the women I totally trust and adore. I was allowing myself to be made love to and surrendering all that I am to her. To know what it feels like to have someone who loves you give you the most instance pleasure that you just can't explain.
I was watching her next move with intense anticipation. First she leaned over and put her tits in my mouth, one at time. She commanded me to suck them hard and bite them. She was moaning with pleasure. Her wetness was still dripping as she straddled my leg and I sucked hard on her tits. One of her hands was supporting her while the other on grabbed the toy and began to fuck me. Oh, I had never felt such pleasure and it was incredible. I was not only getting pleasure from me sucking her tits but I was being fucked too. I could feel the enormous amount of ecstasy running through my entire body. She demanded that I stop sucking her tits and told me to watch what was next. My cock let out pre-cum and stiffened with anticipation.
She placed my legs on her shoulders so that my body was on an angle. She took the other end of the double dildo and slid it deep inside her. She gasped with excitement as we both could hear the sound we hear when she is really wet and I plunged my cock hard into her. Immediately she started the rhythm of rocking back and forth, allowing the dildo to fuck her at the same time she was fucking me and I watched.
I watched her amazing waif like slender body took control. Her nipples erect. Her flat stomach and slender hips were perfect. Her hips and wet pussy were hitting my balls as I also couldn't help but want more. I was excited beyond recognition. Surrendering was more than I ever imagined. She commanded me to masturbate while she was fucking me. I told her I would if only she would fuck me harder. We both obliged. As I stroked my cock steadily watching this angel I adored fucking me and allowing her self to completely let go of every inhibition. Just watching this act of amazement made my cock grow even harder. The faster I pumped on my cock the faster she screwed the toy into both of us. A sudden waft of chills and numbness raced through every inch of my body and soul. I could see in her eyes that she felt the same sensation I was feeling.
We moaned and gasped, as we both were about to explode. But before I had a chance to explode she removed the dildo from herself. Slide my stiff, hard cock inside her with her back to me. She used her hand to continue to fuck me with the dildo. In turn I stuck my finger up that beautifully firm ass of hers and butt fucked her too. She screamed and came on top of me. There was the start of a puddle that would be a river of my lovers cum.
Oh, my God, I screamed and I kept saying ride me baby, that's my girl. The numbness increased as I felt her clench down on my cock tightly. I could feel her orgasms one after another and boy did that excite me even more. The pleasure was just to overwhelming to bare and I came once with such force that I thought it was impossible for me to feel this good. My eyes closed, my body stiffened and I followed up this several more slots of cum deep inside her. I must of died and gone to heaven I thought. I opened my eyes and there she sat with that great ass facing me. Not only did I explode but also she was trembling from her orgasms. I could feel her moisture just trickling down the sides of my hips. I sighed and told her how much I loved her. She was right this did bring us even closer and there was no turning back on a future together. The mixture of love and sex could not be separated between to two actions. They were combined together and allowed us to join so completely and freely. What great thoughts I was thinking about. I started to smile and I could feel a very hard cock and desire to be fucked once more.
Once I put the boys to bed, I came down the stairs and saw that content look on your face that makes me warm and tingly. I could see you totally relaxing with your eyes closed and I noticed a tent starting to form under your robe. I took off all my clothes in the entryway and tip toed down to the couch. I opened your robe and laid on top of you. I could feel the desire and need to satisfy both of us. I asked you, what is your desire? You expressed a desire to get out your favorite toy and have me fuck you hard and deep. I said I love you so much and it would be my pleasure and let's not be as loud like the last time. We definitely don't want to be interrupted if we wake up the kids. We both smiled and headed upstairs to make love to each other the complete way we have always dreamed.
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Behind Her Smile
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/behind-her-smile
| 4.39 | null |
Anal
|
The first time I saw her naked was five years after we had been living alone together. She came out of the shower with a light blue towel around her body and a white one covering her dark hair. As she walked by me to get to her room, she reached up with both hands to make an adjustment and the body wrap fell around her ankles. My eyes were filled.
"Oh my God" She said as she froze for an instant. "I'm sorry Kyle". To my own shock I said, "Don't apologize Danni; that's the most beautiful sight I've seen in a long time."
Danica looked at me with a strange smile and went to get dressed but those five seconds set off a chain of events that would have lasting effects. A small event, a word and everything that was, was no longer.
The colors burned themselves into a fantastical vision: the black hair on creamy shoulders, the deep pink of her open mouth, the softer pink nipples on wonderful globes, a dark triangle between white thighs and startling blue crystals sparkling as they looked at me - all turned into inexhaustible fuel.
I'd lived with Danica since I was thirteen and she was 27 when my parents were killed in a car accident. She was my mom's best friend and I had no other family close enough or willing enough. She was 'Aunt Danica' for the first year or so but as I got older she became more of a friend than a guardian. She's younger and more full of life at 34 than most of the people I know in their early twenties.
Danni loved to talk and touch. We'd sit for hours holding hands discussing anything and everything. Although she didn't go into sexual details, I knew that she hadn't married because all her relationships proved unsatisfying in one way or another.
I always wanted to be around her because of her loving nature. She often touched my face and said with a wide smile, "Hey ugly, did you break any girl's heart today"? Nothing made me feel better than her calling me "ugly".
I can't say that Danica didn't participate in my erotic dreams but I never thought they could become physical reality until the instant of that smile. The question was, did I hear the unspoken words she sent me or did I invent them?
A few days past and it struck me that life is too short and too long not to pursue the chance for happiness. How long did it take for the last year to pass - a minute? How long does a day take to pass in misery - forever?
I waited for Danni to get home from work. When she opened the door, before she could say hello I put my arms around and kissed her fully. With my mouth on hers I waited for any of the dozen reactions I had imagined. She kissed me back.
Her eyes opened wide and she said, "Wow, what did I do to deserve that"?
"You didn't have to do anything" I said, "All you ever have to do is be you".
For two people who discuss everything, there was very little talking for the next hour. We undressed each other and I marveled at her skin. I ran my hands over her velvet breasts and belly over and over as Danni moaned softly and stood with her eyes closed. When I reached behind and gently traced the slope of her round and perfect ass, I felt her shiver. I let the tips of my fingers play over the smooth globes from her waist to the back of her thighs. She had me in her hand and I hardened.
We went to her bed and she smiled as she opened her legs for me to enter her. I started to push past the folds and had some difficulty because she was dry. I said, "Danni, if you don't want to do this…"
Before I could finish she said, "No love, I do. I'm just never really wet down there; I'm sorry".
We kissed and touched for along time and then I ran my tongue down her belly and found her pink nub. I licked and slathered her with my saliva and tasted some of her moisture in response. She was wet enough for me to enter and her hips began to gyrate as I filled her and slowly drew in and out. As each stroke climbed higher into her belly she said, "Oh, it feels good Kyle, it feels good".
I was in her a long time and we were both slickened with sweat. I knew I would come soon as she held my ass and pulled me into her. I pumped shot after shot of cum and heard her say, "Mmmm yes baby yes; come in me, come in me".
We held each other for awhile and I said, "You didn't come did you Danni"?
"No baby but its not you, I just don't."
"You mean you've never come?"
"A long time ago but lets not talk about that now; it felt wonderful and I loved feeling you in me. You know I would do anything for you; don't make it something more important than it is. We're here for each other, that's all that counts."
I love Danni and I would have done anything to take the sadness out of her voice; I just didn't know how. I wanted her all the time and she responded but I always felt that something was missing. We made love often that first week and she opened herself to me only physically - until that rainy Saturday.
It was a day when you'd say "It can't rain this hard for this long": pelting, pounding rain as if the heavens had opened. It was late afternoon and dark as night. We sat on the bed playing the two person 'solitaire' card game we often played for hours when she reached for me. "Make love to me Kyle, make love to me soft and hard and long".
She had a faraway wistful look and I said, "Do you mean something like - fuck me gently with that chainsaw"? Danni started laughing out loud and we both were in hysterics as she hugged and kissed me.
Her mood had lightened and she undressed us both saying, "I'm going to do everything; you just lie there".
For the first time she took me in her mouth. She seemed more excited and talkative. "I love your cock Kyle; I love how hard it gets for me and how it fills me up completely when you're inside me". She licked and sucked with soft moaning sounds that made me want to explode. I was caught in the paradox of wanting to come and wanting not to; I stopped her.
She said, "I want to watch us" and turned to face the mirror on the closet door that happened to be open. Danni impaled herself on my hard rod with her back to me and began raising and lowering her hips and ass. I never realized how beautiful her ass was until I saw it this way. I fondled it and could feel a slight tremble run through Danni's body. I licked my finger and pushed it gently into the small pink opening.
Danni stopped bouncing and reached back putting her hand over the finger that was exploring her asshole. "No…oh, oh…no" she kept repeating but didn't stop me. She moved on my cock and I could see her glistening honey on it. She was dripping.
I took my finger out and inserted my thumb into Danni's ass. I moved it in her in all directions. She responded by wildly rubbing her clit and loudly calling, "Kyle, Kyle…OH God… OH…" Her orgasm shook us both. She bucked and shuddered until wave after wave finally quieted into small ripples. Then she started crying.
It began softly and then grew into a great release of tears and shaking. I held her and stroked her and soothed her until she was spent. "Please tell me Danni, please".
After a long silence she said," that's the first time I've let anyone touch me there since he left me".
"Who left you Danni?"
"His name was Robert and he was the first man I ever loved. He was my teacher in high school and he called me right after graduation. I knew he was married but I was so infatuated and flattered by his attention, I didn't care. He made love to me for almost a year. We found a way to be together almost every day even if it was for fifteen minutes.
He wanted me from behind. It was what his wife wouldn't give him and he almost always took me that way. I loved him and would have done anything to please him. When he moved away with his wife and all the promises he made me, I was ruined. I called and wrote him dozens of letters. He answered a few and then stopped; when his phone number came up unlisted, I was finished. Until tonight, until you my sweet Kyle, the thought of a man having me that way filled me rage."
"Danni, I'm never going to leave you."
"I know love, I know." She smiled, "Now come fuck me gently with that chain saw".
Danni pulled her legs back with her hands behind her knees. The folds of her cunt opened and the pink of her inner flower showed. I could see tiny beads of her love juice on the fine hairs surrounding her sweet pussy; the sweet pussy I soon had in my mouth. I licked down to her waiting pucker and heard her whimper as my tongue teased and moistened it. My straining cock was now aching to enter the hot dark confines.
I pushed past the tight ring and the pressure surrounding the head was exotic: new and blissful almost to the point of pain. Before I could go deeper Danica said, "Wait Kyle, not like this".
I thought she had changed her mind but it was the position she wanted changed. She got on her hands and knees and said, "Take me like this Kyle, I want to be yours".
I came up behind her and reached between her legs to rub her sopping cunt. Some of her juice had leaked down her thigh and I gathered it up and wiped it on the purple knob of a cock so hard and pulsing, I hardly recognized it as my own. I entered her ass again. This time I pushed inch after inch slowly up into her. The heat and gripping tightness excited me almost past the point of hearing Danni's moans and exclamations.
"Oh Kyle…you're in my ass…so deep …so big, so good…yes… for you, only for you…yes baby, fuck your Danica…oh…"
I pumped her in a manic combination of lust, love and desire to master and possess; a desire to be have her, and yet be one with her. I was completely in her. I felt her start to shake. With a long "Ohhhhhhh" she pushed back on me and started to come. My first jet of cum lubricated the excruciating grasp her tight tunnel had on my cock. I bucked in and out of her ass as the hot streams of cum coated my cock and her asshole. With each deep entry she let go to another level. With moans and cries in between she said, "I'm yours…I belong to you…anything for you…always for you Kyle…oh…oh… mmm".
With her final shudder Danni collapsed on the bed and then started laughing a relieved laugh. "Whew, that made up for a lot of years of not coming."
I laughed and kissed her, "We're not nearly done love; we have lots of years to come".
|
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"knew married",
"kyle thought",
"danni",
"hard long",
"started laughing",
"kyle",
"sweet pussy",
"long time",
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] |
The Falling Man
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/the-falling-man
| 4.36 | null |
Non-Erotic
|
There once was a man who fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the world. And this was as infinite a fall as there can possibly be, for in his determination to reach the most unreachable places of her soul, the falling man recognized no bounds or limitations. The only thing he recognized was that the value of her soul was equal to, if not greater than, the efforts necessary to uncover it. And he was willing to put forth great effort, not because he wanted to claim such a thing for himself, but because that was the greatest gift which he could ever conceive of presenting to her. It became self-perpetuating on some levels, for the more of her soul he uncovered, the more he fell in love with her and hungered to clear away the dust that partially obscured its luminescence.
And as he fell, he began to realize the strange geometries and abstract physics of love; for while falling represents a descent, to this man there was no higher pinnacle in his life than those times at which he had fallen the hardest. The fall was continuous, unstoppable even if he wished it so; but as time went on, he discovered that on those occasions when he did not push against love’s gravity, but surrendered to its will, there was an almost transcendent exhilaration associated with this effortless fall. Conscious attempts to control his fall almost always resulted in a frustrating loss of balance and a distortion of his equilibrium; he often became unable to discern up from down, left from right, front from back. But when he placed his trust in love, without question or doubt, the speed at which he fell reached epic velocities. For he had forgotten one basic fact, something so true to the nature of love that it shamed him to realize that it had ever escaped his consciousness - he was not falling alone.
Every push was a push against his love; when he struggled for control, he fought against her. Far too often their inability to work together resulted in a writhing, spinning, but ultimately stationary mass. When they relaxed into each other, however, their minds clear of all but their love for each other, they were able to soar anywhere, even exploring seemingly empty corners of love’s realm that had been untouched by the eyes of other lovers for untold ages.
To the falling man, this journey seemed like a dream, the vastness of love’s realm contained within the crystalline scope of what he now recognized as his love’s soul. What before had been mere glimpses of diamond brilliance from afar now showed themselves as an infinite collection of treasures at which he could only marvel, open-mouthed. Here and there, scattered on the ground, were tiny sapphires like frozen tears, which thawed in one’s hand to release the perfume of roses on a summer night. And as for roses, there were entire gardens of wild blooms whose petals fell with the sound of children’s laughter; an errant breeze produced such a joyous din that the man wept at the prospect of the family they could raise together. And where his tears struck the ground, new blossoms sprang up, thirsty for his love. Through the air spun tiny, iridescent creatures, flitting gossamer-winged from blossom to blossom, whose basic hue changed with every beat of his heart. Everywhere he looked there were paths created by the passage of her mind, some worn smooth from frequent use, others wild and overgrown through long neglect. As they glided along his sight turned and twisted this way and that, trying without success to encompass everything he saw into a manageable scope.
Along with the bright and beautiful images that fell upon his eyes were those of a darker aspect as well. A well-traveled path brought them to the shores of a black, rank-smelling lake, whose beaches shared the desolation of a barren moonscape. Occasional vegetation grew here and there, drooping over the still water, but their branches bore neither leaf nor fruit. The falling man sat upon the shore for a bit, tossing tiny pebbles into the murk to watch them disappear noiselessly beneath the oily surface, and pondered the genesis of this oppressive body of water. Although he had an inkling of the well from which it sprang, his companion offered no further insight, and he chose not to pry.
Further on down the shore a cliff loomed out of the murk, forcing their steps directly up to the water’s edge. As he trod gingerly along the path, instinctively avoiding the small waves which lapped incessantly against the shore, the falling man heard the sound of a child weeping. He picked up the pace a bit, until he discovered a small door set into the rock, behind which was the apparent source of melancholia. There were no windows, keyholes, or even a knob on this door, but from a tiny crack at its base ran a miniscule trickle of tears which had created a small groove in the path before running into the lake. As the falling man stood there for a minute, taking in all this signified, the sobbing increased in volume until it became a banshee wail, wordlessly telling a tale of such despair and hopelessness that he immediately put his hand to the door to find any possible access.
His companion quickly reached out her own hand to stop him, and when he looked at her face, tears standing out in her eyes, and saw her shake her head in mute protest before lowering it submissively, he slowly pulled his arm back. His heart, which had felt light as a feather when they first entered this space, now weighed on him as heavily as the oppressive cliff beneath which they stood. In silent, mutual agreement, the two took flight again, back to the worlds with which they were both more familiar, where pain, although sharper, was at least manageable. And as they flew, the falling man pondering all that he had seen, he realized that uncovering his love’s soul, like falling in love, was perhaps a process best left to mutual discovery, not a task that he could vaingloriously undertake on his own.
|
[
"love",
"love soul",
"love forever",
"falling love",
"fell love",
"falling",
"man"
] |
I Love Her So Much...God, it Aches!
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/i-love-her-so-much-god-it-aches
| 4.03 | null |
Romance
|
I studied her legs.
We were desperately in love, and I strove to learn every inch of her body, so that I could make love to it; so that I could know her.
On our very first date, I had told her I would caress her entire body, inside and out forever.
After only five minutes, after entering her home I looked Rachel straight in the eyes and said, "up until now I explored the earth, because I wanted to know me. Now I will explore you, because I want to know truth."
Rachel was an angel. She was not for this earth... I cried when I thought of her. She was too good. I wanted her to swing out at me; take things from me; I wanted her to tell me I was selfish and a no-goodnick.
But she never did. She would say, "To understand all, is too know all." She was like the person so few ever meet -- the one's who exhibit great amount of love, elegance and compassion for our world and for others. And the kicker is that we believe them. They are truly good. They speak gently and their touch is soft as soft could be. Their way, their walk, their mode of disagreeing - it's angelic; they are more soul than body.
You've met them. We crave to be like them, or at least be with them. I do. Why was she with me?
We lay in bed, and I looked out from my bifocals like Ted Kennedy. I ran my hand up her left leg and let my fingers tippy toe over her thigh. Every inch I covered, I would say aloud, "I love you. I love you forever," and Rachel would smile at me like there was no other choice but to love one another.
As I shifted my fingers from thigh to thigh, I asked her how it felt to have a man inside of her? I was constantly wondering about this and what it was like to be a woman. I hoped that if there is a God, and reincarnation was real, I wanted to return this earth as a reubenesque, dancing girl from the 20's.
I laughed, and so did Rachel, when I said, I will never leave my house, so that I can play with my pussy all day. She felt the same about having a cock. (and exhibited childlike silliness when she would strap on her dildo. Rachel loved having a cock).
"To have a man inside of me is ethereal. Nothing is like it. When you fill me with your cock..when you enter me and I am exposed to you..with my legs opened for the entire earth to see...I am naked in everyway and my body ticks.
"I let go of any inhibition, every wall...so that nothing will stand in the way of my joy for you and our oneness. And when you first touch my lips, a clock rings in my head, my body awakens, the tingling happens and I want to hold you with an unclaspable grasp."
"When you enter me, inch by inch, I am a tiny baby suckling on my mother's breast, and I am the Emperor of Rome commanding an entire legion of soldiers. Nothing would take me away from the explosion of lust inside of me - not a lottery winning, a boat launching or a bomb dropping on my head."
"And finally when you are deep inside of me, life is no longer as it was. I am not alive and I am not dead. It's like a sneeze lasting for hours, the mundane is gone, and cheese means nothing to the pallet; and hunger and thirst mean nothing to the stomach."
"We are souls at that point, void of other thoughts and feelings. I could live with you like that forever. If I never moved, I would be fine. I could live and die with your cock deep inside of me and I would be happy. Your cock in me? I am at peace and I am home. I know that because of what I feel when your cock leaves me. Sad and adrift."
Then I asked, what is it like when I cum inside of you.
"You my dear, are me. Your cum is mine and when it explodes inside of me, you are only giving it back to me what is righfully mine. I am the owner of your semen and you are the owner of my juices. God chose us for each other and now we are simply trading cups of sugar, giving back what is ours."
"When you explode inside of me, I feel like I am sliding down a vine in a rainforest, into the cool deep waters at the end of a falls; our existence is red and purple and green and yellow and white and black."
"WE are nature and all is at peace. Oh god, when you cum inside of me my toes wriggle and my breasts sway and my nipples become hard, oh so hard. My pussy drips and it sings and it is incredibly hot and frantic with hiccups."
"When you cum inside of me, I could yell so loud that everyone would hear my love for you. I love you so badly; I could never live without your cock inside of me. When you leave my earth, I will follow you. Your cock is beautiful and my pussy is beautiful to you."
I stared at her and a tear came to my eye. It was Sunday, and there she lay, so lovely with me between her legs. I was learning and studying her skin and her ways.
I bent down and kissed her thigh and asked it to love me. I moved my tongue forward so that it tasted the well-water of her pussy and I lapped at her thanking fate for bringing me to her.
I loved her so much that eating Rachel's pussy was a thorough pleasure. "Why would anyone not want to eat their lover," I asked. "Why? I will stay between Rachel's legs forever. Even if my tongue leaves me I will taster her with my eyes."
I extended my tongue deep inside of her and her legs crossed above my head. I could feel her long, sexy fingers messaging my hair and she cooed and yelled out softly, poetry of love.
"Taste mine cunt you lover you friend, Eat me and lust for me, until I writhe and bend, Inside your mouth, my clit is about to sing, My cum pours on you, annointing you like a king.
My finger reached for Rachel's clit, which was shining outwardly, grown to an inch. I rubbed it. I licked my finger and I caressed it. It was most curious, a tiny cock. It was so lucky to always be between Rachel's legs. I dreamed I would one day be her clit.
Rachel was writhing with desperation. Her movement seduced me like no other woman and I could have cum until there was not a drop left inside of me; until our lunchhour tea.
Rachel's green eyes rolled back and then caught me. Her puffy lips were full of sexuality and her breasts were like a young girl's, perky, perfect and superlative. If she would have been born a native, Rachel would have been on the cover of Reader's Di-chest.
My tongue was deep inside of her and fucking her faster and faster. My fingers made their rounds on her clit and she was approaching the moment I craved to see. "Faster, faster,” Rachel yelled. "Harder, deeper", please make me cum.
I did as she asked and searched for her G-spot. I found the soft fleshiness of it and set about satisfying her.
"Oh Yes, OH yes, Oh yes.... fuck, Christ," She said. She spoke words that would only come out of her mouth while we made love.
I masturbated Rachel faster and harder and deeper and harder. My tongue licked her clit. My fingers made love to her G-spot.
I looked up at her, increased my speed, and in an audible whisper yelled, "Rachel I love you."
Oh Goddddddddddddddddddddd. I'm cummingggggggggggggggggggggggggggg. Goddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! (She could see lights and stars and lightning against a black sky, in her head).
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you", she yelled.
I was wet with her ejaculation. She sprayed my face with her juices. her cum tasted like a sweet guava and I tasted her as she shpritzed over and over into my eyes, my hair, my nose, my lips, onto my tongues.
As quickly as it came, it ended. I moved up to her and kissed her on her face. She was crying. She did that after deep, deep cumming and i thought of my mother.
I began to tear once again.
It was the happiness of being with her, combined with the pain of knowing eternity could be different than this; combined with the yearning to be inside of one another always. We wanted to be connected somehow, our bodies and soul.
"Rachel fell asleep and I watched her all night. At 6 in the morning she stirred and looked up at me. You know I have to go to work, as much as I don't want to," Rachel whispered.
"I know baby," I said. But before you do, could I learn more about you. I wanted to get my Ph.d in your ass. Assologoy!
Roll over. I want to know your anus inch by inch."
Rachel conceded to this request and rolled over. I watched her shapely, heart shaped ass as it settled into my view. Before I could touch it, I simply studied it.
I closed my eyes and smiled inwardly knowing that soon, I would take back what was mine. The comfort of being inside my lover’s ass.
God I love her. We will die on the same day. This I assure you. This I know.
|
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"thigh asked",
"giving back",
"rachel legs",
"fingers made",
"man inside",
"harder deeper",
"cum inside",
"tongue deep",
"rachel"
] |
Love Will Find a Way
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/love-will-find-a-way
| 4.62 | null |
Romance
|
"Geez," thought Charlie, "I can't believe I'm sitting here jealous of squirrels. Even they get more action than I do. How sad is that?"
This thought scrambled into his mind as he watched two squirrels apparently lit up with speed, bobbing and weaving near a tree. In their helter-skelter way they repeatedly approached one another, each putting it's paws gently about the other's neck and seemingly playfully pecking the face of the other. Squirrel love.
Charlie sighed. He just couldn't watch anymore. What had his life become when he even envied squirrels? He stood up from the peeling park bench and began his long, lonely walk home.
He walked in a daze, his many hurts and disappointments hovering and circling about him like vengeful wraiths...taunting and humiliating him. They laughed at him...pointing out his many flaws. They reminded him of his failures with the opposite sex. They showed him mirror images of himself, reaffirming to him that he was the kind of man that didn't get a second look from either women or men. He just floated through life not impressing anyone. Oh, sure, the wraiths jeered, you've got a great sense of humor, and you're kind and giving...but who cares about that? You're just over forty now, and all that sense of humor has gotten you is tiny wrinkles at the corners of your eyes.
Has a good joke ever won you a woman? Has your quick wit garnered you candlelit evenings? Of course not. Hell, even squirrels get more action than you, snickered the circling wraiths, repeating his own words. And look at that little spare Goodrich you're getting. Oh, that'll have them swooning in droves! As he walked down the busy street, alone in the mass of humanity, he forced back a tear that tried mightily to sneak out from the corner of his eye. The dizzying antics of the squirrels again entered his thoughts, and though the wraiths for the moment had floated off to prepare for their next onslaught to his ego, along with them they took his last vestiges of hope. He sighed, resigning himself to yet another empty, meaningless night.
He thought about his past relationships, those all too few and fleeting relationships, one failure after another. If a woman cared about him for more than a month it was a miracle success in his life...a milestone. Mostly, his life was a series of seemingly endless rejections. He forgot exactly at what point he had simply given up, not being able to stand another rejection. When exactly was it that he'd curled up into himself and erected his mighty wall of solitude? Was it ten years? Fifteen? More? What did it matter? And what good would that information do him anyway? It surely wouldn't change a thing. Maybe some omnipotent power had other plans for him.
Maybe he was meant to be alone and lonely. Maybe, he thought, with another tear straining to break free, he was meant to suffer. Maybe he should just give up...resign himself to living alone for the rest of his days. What, he thought with finality, is the point of fighting it? It's simply meant to be. The tear broke free momentarily, to be quickly swiped away by Charlie's hand...a deft motion his hand had learned well on many a lonely night.
As Charlie shuffled toward his small apartment, he bumped into growling people who harped at the lonely man for not watching where he was going. He looked steadily at the ground before him, shoulders slumped...defeated...the walk of a hopeless man. He came to his street and turned the corner, his feet, devoid of any purpose at all, shuffling sadly along.
Suddenly, there was a flurry of movement. First, a flash of white light, then a squeal, out-of-focus items flying about, a sound of tearing paper and solid objects bounding along the street...and finally the giggles of passersby...and the inevitable, "What a geek."
Charlie's eyes slowly gained focus, the white light dulled and his head cleared. The various sounds subsided and all seemingly returned to normal. He looked ahead of himself, still trying to unravel events. As he continued to look in his usual downward direction, his eyes came to rest on the woman he'd blundered into and knocked on her keester. Expecting the usual tirade of insults, Charlie braced himself, sputtered out apologies and hurriedly began racing around for her escaping grocery items, gathering them up in his arms as the bag they were in was now just so much shredded brown paper. He continued fretting about her scattered items until he'd captured each and every one, not once stopping his copious apologizing. When he finally stood up, arms full, he saw the woman still sitting there...and, of all things, she was smiling!
Shocked by this, he could only think he'd somehow knocked her senseless. Oh, my God, he thought, I'll need to get her to a hospital! Slowly, the woman's hand came up.
"Well, the least you could do, Charlie, is help me up!"
Not knowing how to accomplish this at first, he looked around for something to put the produce into, but finding nothing, he shoved it all to one side, holding onto all of it with one arm, freeing the other. He held out his hand and grasped hers, pulling her up off the dingy sidewalk. It was as he was pulling her up that he noticed two things. First, the flowery rose petal pattern of her billowy summer dress, and second...he knew her.
As he balanced her shopping items in one arm and helped her up with the other, Charlie finally recognized Margaret...though she preferred to be called Margie. She worked in the small gift shop at his office, and he'd seen her almost every day for the past two years, though he'd always been too shy to speak to her...and she never spoke much to him, only enough to be courteous as he made his various purchases there. But she'd always smiled warmly and he had always done the same.
She was a very pretty woman, approaching forty, her face showing evidence of much laughter over the years. She was ever so slightly plump, but with her hourglass figure still intact, which Charlie had seldom failed to notice. He had always thought her a delightfully attractive woman, and her voice was sweet and sultry at the same time. He'd often considered asking her out for coffee, but his self-doubts had always ended the idea well in advance of actually carrying it out. His nagging wraiths had always talked him out of it. Another rejection, they assured him. And he'd always heeded them. When you give up on ever finding someone to love, you never again see the sense of even trying. Without hope, there is no effort.
"My God, Margie? Is that you? I'm so sorry. I really am. I don't know what I could've been daydreaming about. Are you okay?"
She laughed at his obvious discomfort with the entire situation. But she assured him, "I'm fine, Charlie...relax. It is Charlie, right?"
He nodded, a part of him actually sad to admit it. Margie dusted off her flowery dress and Charlie again admired it's simple attractiveness. Even though the dress was flowing in the gentle breeze and Margie's hands were batting at it to knock off any sidewalk contamination, Charlie could still see her pleasant shape within that billowy dress...and it brought a rare smile to his face.
"You sure you're ok?" he asked, still wondering why she wasn't more upset at being rammed by a daydreaming idiot.
"Yes, really, I'm ok. No harm done. But I am curious to know where you were just now...Mars? Jupiter? Or maybe just somewhere in the Bahamas?" She said all this with the most musical laughter Charlie had ever heard...and, despite himself, he actually smiled again.
Taking his cue from her delicious personality, Charlie allowed his devil-may-care humorous side to come out of hiding. He generally saved his quick wit for parties and such, but he just felt so enchanted by this lovely woman that he un- locked that door and out came his rare good humor, the humor Charlie thought had died ages ago.
"Well, actually," he quipped, "I was out of town for a moment, but I'm back now. I'm just sorry that the bus had to hit you as it was pulling into the station."
They chuckled together for a moment, and then Charlie almost lost his grip on her groceries. Getting them back under control, he said,
"I actually think I've got all your items here. Sorry, but your bag is trashed."
"Well, then," Margie smiled, "you'll just have to do the gentlemanly thing and carry my wares all the way to my home for me." she laughed that musical laugh again and added, "Don't worry, kind sir, it's not far. It's just another half block."
With that, she turned and began to walk. When she noticed that Charlie was still stationary, she stopped and turned back to look at him.
"You coming, Sir Lancelot?"
Charlie blushed and looked back down at the ground. But he hurried to catch up to her all the same. He found her company delightful. Dare he hope? Should he maybe bring up the idea of them having coffee together sometime?
A single wraith circled his head, jeered and said, Oh, come now, Charlie...just because she wants you to carry her stuff home for her? Get real. You trashed the lady...she just needs you to carry her stuff. Nothing more. Get a grip.
And, with a sigh, Charlie believed...and the coffee idea was buried deep behind sad eyes.
"Boy, once you start daydreaming you don't ever stop, do you?"
Charlie's head jerked up to see Margie had stopped and was holding out her hand in preparation for Charlie's second collision of the day with her. He stopped in time to avoid accosting her attractive form yet again, and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry...out of town again."
Margie smiled and replied, "I'm taking away your bus tickets."
She laughed sweetly and shook her head, and Charlie permitted himself a chuckle as well.
"Anyway, Charlie, we're here. This is my humble abode...such as it is. Would you mind carrying my things upstairs for me? It's the least you can do for trying to make me part of the sidewalk."
Charlie's head shot up, a look of mild hurt in his eyes. She was upset after all, he thought. But Margie laughed again and said,
"Wow...you are way too serious. I'm just teasing you, Charlie. Loosen up. C'mon in, Mr. Space Cadet."
And, for the first time in many years, Charlie entered a woman's apartment.
Charlie followed Margie up the steps to her apartment, struggling to keep her groceries from bounding back down the stairs to the street. She turned the key in the lock and forced open the sticky door with a push of her shoulder. She smiled sadly. "Like I said, this is my place...such as it is."
She ushered Charlie, still battling heroically with her shopping wares, into her modest living room. It was tastefully decorated, but, then, Charlie expected no less. Bright landscapes and seascapes adorned otherwise bland walls. Knickknacks abounded on shelves and end tables. Everything was neat and tidy, though the collector pack-rat in her was evident throughout the room. Tiny animal figurines, porcelain children in various acts of mayhem, and even a few humorous figures of people in different professions with exaggerated facial and body features, all dotted every available surface. But it was all arranged and organized neatly so as to not give the impression of clutter. Charlie admired them openly, and smiled yet again...and noting to himself that he did so, he wondered wryly if his face could take the strain.
"Well," sighed Margie, "they're not Hummels, but I like them."
"They're quite nice..very humorous, too, especially the children. Very cute. You obviously have not only good taste, but a wonderful sense of humor."
This seemed to please Margie no end and she beamed a radiant smile and thanked Charlie for saying so. They looked into each other's eyes for a seemingly very long time, until suddenly a can of soup finally managed to escape Charlie's desperate grasp...and it was Margie's turn to apologize.
"Oh, Charlie...I'm so sorry. Here I am babbling on and you're still holding onto my things," she said nervously as she bent to pick up the wayward can.
"That's ok." Charlie actually permitted himself a rare laugh.
"Bring those in here," said Margie, pushing her way through a swinging door to her small kitchen. She held the door for Charlie and he went through it into what proved to be a delightfully homey little kitchen. She indicated to him to put her purchases on the table and he did so, taking care not to let any more items escape.
"Thanks, Charlie. I appreciate it."
"Well, it was my fault in the first place, so it's the least I can do."
When Margie walked over and flipped on the kitchen light, it was the first time either of them realized it was becoming darker outside. Almost as one, the two of them walked over to the kitchen window and peered out. A typical summer storm was fast approaching from the West, the clouds and the still distant rumbling becoming more ominous with each passing minute.
"Well," said Charlie, reluctance and disappointment in his voice, "I should be leaving. I'd like to get to my place before all hell breaks loose out there."
"You're not serious!," Margie immediately replied, "it's going to come down any minute. You'll get drenched. And the way your luck's going today, you'll sleepwalk your way right into a lightning bolt!"
Charlie, while chuckling at her comment, begged to differ. Smiling his best smile, he looked Margie in the eye and said, "Oh, I don't know...I think my luck so far today has been just fine."
Margie's face flushed, but she returned his smile. And, did Charlie imagine it? Was there just a hint of a glimmer in those lovely eyes? Was it just that his comment flattered her, or...could there possibly have been something more? A pesky wraith circled above Charlie, jeering and taunting, telling him yet again to get a grip. She was flattered by a sweet comment, nothing more, it told him. But, oddly, Charlie wasn't listening to it. A tiny ember was flickering into fragile life in Charlie's heart. The wraith still chided him, but Charlie heard only Margie's voice.
"Well, I won't have it, Charles. I can't have you blundering into a lightning bolt and having that on my conscience the rest of my life. I would really prefer it if you stayed right here and had dinner with me tonight. You can wander around trying to get yourself fried if it's still storming after dinner."
Startled by her use of "Charles" instead of "Charlie", he looked at Margie to see her standing there with her hands on her hips in an obvious show of defiance. It was very apparent to Charlie that resistance, as they say, was futile. Dinner it was.
"I guess you're right. Maybe it would be better if I stayed for dinner...as long as it's not an imposition."
"Oh, of course it's not, Charlie. I've got plenty, and it'll be nice to have company for dinner for a change"
Under his breath, Charlie sighed, "Yes, it would."
"Now, you go sit in the living room. Watch the TV if you like. You can even watch a video. I don't have many, but there should be something there you can enjoy until dinner is ready. I'll cook us a nice hot meal and then you can go play with the lightning bolts if you feel the need to."
Permitting himself still more laughter, Charlie boldly stated, "It seems I've already walked into one lightning bolt today."
They smiled warmly at each other...and this time Charlie was sure there was more in that twinkle. Maybe...just maybe...
Turning to go into the quaint living room, Charlie felt a warmth come over him. He smiled continuously from the kitchen all the way to the sofa in the living room...and noted that his face held up nicely. Hope, for a long time a stranger in Charlie's life, was fanning that struggling ember in his chest. For the first time in more years than he could remember, Charlie was truly happy. Still, a tiny part of him couldn't help but wonder when it would end...when it would all come crashing down around him...when reality would shove itself in his face as it always did.
But, this time it seemed different. Even through his doubts and fears, Charlie was now listening only to himself. He was totally ignoring the pesky wraith and its occasionally circling brethren. Grumbling, snorting it's displeasure, the annoyed wraith flew away, leaving Charlie to his own devices.
Charlie, still smiling, decided to turn on the television, ambling contentedly over to it, and then made his way back to the plush sofa. Sinking into it, he couldn't help but reflect on all that had transpired today. From being envious of squirrel romance to sitting here in Margie's warm apartment, about to have dinner with her and just enjoy her company. What the hell, he thought, maybe at the very least he had gained a new friend, and maybe the days and nights of his life won't be quite so lonely anymore. That alone was enough to make him feel warm inside...dispelling a small portion of the years of empty chill.
Opting to not use the VCR but rather watch whatever tripe might be on the tube, Charlie flipped channels. What luck! An old episode of Outer Limits...one he hadn't seen in some 20 years or more! As he watched, his nostrils occasionally catching delicious aromas from the kitchen, Charlie's mind worked on how he might possibly make this more than just a chance meeting, how he might make it an actual friendship. His mind wouldn't even consider the possibility of making it more than a friendship...though he wished he could. So, he had settled on the possibility of a lasting friendship with Margie. That was his goal.
Interrupting Charlie's daydreaming yet again, Margie burst into the living room, bringing a veritable horde of wonderful scents with her from the kitchen.
"Dinner's cooking nicely. You ok out here?"
"I'm fine," said Charlie, "In fact, I've just discovered and old Outer Limits episode on the TV. Haven't seen it in years."
"Really?" was her reply, and then she looked at the TV too. She smiled and said, "Are you sure that's an Outer Limits? Looks like a Twilight Zone episode to me."
Ecstatic that Margie even knew of his two favorite old-time sci-fi shows, he smiled brightly, but said, "No, I'm sure it's an Outer Limits. Yeah...it's a Limits."
"I don't think so, Charlie...I believe that's a Zone."
Beaming a smile so wide that his face might indeed break, or at the very least crack slightly, Charlie laughed as he said, "Nope...it's a Limits."
"Wrong, Charlie," Margie almost sang the words, "that's a Zone."
"Limits"..."Zone"..."Limits"..."Zone." the battle raged, and then, both of them laughing hysterically, thinking the same thing at the same time, they said in unison, "Wanna see something REALLY scary?"
Margie slapped her hand towel at Charlie, still laughing and said, "Well, whatever...I've got a meal to tend to. Anything I can get for you?"
"No, thanks, Margie. You've already done too much for me."
"No way...you enjoy the show and I'll let you know when dinner is ready."
She floated like a beautiful butterfly back into the kitchen. Charlie was beside himself. Apparently Margie knew her sci-fi shows...and even knew the "something really scary" reference from the TZ movie. She was just such a joy to talk to. He sighed and returned his eyes to the television, but they actually saw little. His mind was light years away, racing at warp speed. A little of his old friend courage was coming back. He actually felt confidence resurfacing from years of disuse, dusting itself off and preparing itself for battle with Charlie's self doubts.
He really liked Margie. He wanted her to be more than a friend. The ember in his chest was glowing brighter with each breath... and he could almost hear his chest crackling as the fire popped and sizzled into ever brightening life. Charlie was falling in love.
A short while later, Margie once again gracefully glided into the living room...this time to announce that dinner was ready. Just as she said so, thunder rumbled outside...and the lights flickered ominously.
"Well," she said, "we'd better get to eating. Might not have the lights very much longer."
"I'm sure you have candles, don't you?" asked Charlie.
"Yes, I do. I'd better get them."
Margie got several candles, placing one in the living room, and two on the dining room table. Charlie lit them for her while she set the food out on the table. As he lit the dining room candles, he noticed his meal for the night. A delicious beef stew, freshly baked rolls, and butter covered green beans. This woman was uncanny...she must read minds, he thought. He parked himself in the chair she indicated and they began to eat this wonderful meal. But, to be honest, Charlie would've eaten pig slop to be with this charming woman.
Several times during the meal the lights flickered again, but they were prepared with the candles. The storm growled ever closer, the lightning bolts becoming more and more vehement in their jagged earthward journeys.
The storm loomed directly overhead as they reached the end of the meal. Their delightful conversation during the meal, covering everything from the US's triumphs and tragedies in the Olympics to scary movies to recent medical marvels, continued during the cleaning up of the dishes. Charlie insisted on helping clean up, and with a smile Margie allowed his help. It was a way to continue the stimulating conversation that both of them had enjoyed immensely. As Margie handed Charlie a plate to dry, Charlie moved close to her and said,
"I have a confession to make."
Margie could only look at him, curiosity in her eyes...and perhaps a touch of expectation.
"It seems I've made a terrible mistake," he said, his eyes filled with apparent remorse. "It seems you were right...that was a Zone episode after all."
Margie, cueing on Charlie's somber looking face, expected some earth-shattering confession, and when she realized he was using his wonderful sense of humor to tease and play with her, she laughed a hearty laugh that made Charlie smile.
"Charlie, you are something," she said, wiping tears of laughter from the corners of her eyes, "but I knew I was right. Always listen to me, Charlie. You can't go wrong if you do."
"I have been listening to you, Margie...all day. And I confess I not only enjoy it immensely, but I have rarely enjoyed hearing anyone talk as much as I have you today. You are such a joy to talk to."
Margie blushed, and for the first time that day she seemed at a loss for words. But then she recovered quickly and quipped, "Another confession, Charlie? You keep that up and you're going to have to start a diary."
She looked at him and he at her. Their eyes locked for several seconds, and what they saw in each other's eyes at that moment was something that they would both remember for many years to come.
Margie broke the silence first. "Well, let's finish these up, shall we?" indicating the few remaining dishes to be taken care of.
Just then a lightning bolt seared through the sky, seeming to land less than half a block from the little apartment. The thunderclap was instantaneous. And the lights were gone.
Standing there in the candlelit kitchen, neither of them said anything for a few seconds. Then Margie said, "Well, I guess these dishes can be put off until later. No sense in washing them by candlelight."
Charlie agreed and they went to the table, each taking a candle, and then walked in the wavering light into the living room. With the electricity completely out, there was nothing to do but sit and chat on the sofa, which both seemed to be eminently happy to do.
Charlie sat in the center of the sofa, leaving room on either side for Margie, not know- ing if she had a preference, leaning forward to place his candle on the coffee table along with the one placed there earlier. Margie sat to his right, putting her candle on the end table next to the sofa.
The conversation started off reasonably enough about the weather. They talked for what seemed only minutes, but when Charlie checked his watch, hours had flown by.
The conversation continued, Charlie not wanting it to ever end, and so engrossed in their talk were these two that neither had noticed what had happened between them. At some point in the conversation, Margie had slipped off her shoes. She had swung her leg over and was resting her thigh on Charlie's. And, even more amazing, Charlie was gently rubbing her thigh and calf, his hand having pushed up her sun dress on one of its earlier treks along her leg. They both noticed this at the same time, and neither had any clue how long it had been going on.
Charlie stammered out an apology, and Margie was a bit flushed, but neither made a move to alter the situation. They smiled and were at a loss as to what to do. But then the new Charlie emerged.
"Does this bother you? If it feels good, I'm willing to continue...if it's ok with you, that is. If not, I'll give my hand a stern warning never to take such liberties again."
"It feels wonderful, Charlie. Don't stop on my account." she stated, her warm smile returning and her red facial glow subsiding.
Again the talking continued, as did the leg rubbing. Not very long after this, Charlie mustered up every ounce of courage he could dredge up from his core and he bumbled out, "Margie, I've had such a wonderful time today. I mean, I'm sorry I ran you down and all, but...you are just so delightful...I mean...well...I'd like to...do you think we could be..."
Margie leaned over and grabbed Charlie's face and pulled him to her. She placed a kiss on his mouth, pressing her lips against his.
"Charlie, you're delightful, too. You are so warm and so much fun. We seem to be on the same wavelength about almost everything."
"Except Zone versus Limits," Charlie interrupted, smiling.
"Well, that's only because I'm always right, Charlie. You might as well accept that and get used to it." she kidded. "But," she continued "how is it we've known each other at the office building for so many years but we've never met or even talked much before?"
"I don't know," he said, his head down, "but now I feel like I've wasted so much time. When I think of all the years we could've known each other and been friends..."
"Or more than friends, Charlie?"
"Yes, much more, I wish."
He started to say more, but he found Margie's index finger pressed to his lips. She reached down and took his hand in hers. She got up off of the sofa and urged him up as well. She turned and led Charlie along a hallway, stopping only to pick up one of the flickering candles.
"Now where are you taking me?" asked Charlie, dense as ever.
"Charlie, I'm taking you to my bedroom. Just like dinner, you have no choice in this. And when we get there, I'll expect you to rub more than just my leg."
Charlie had broken out in a sweat. His mind whirled as the flickering candle cast shadows along the walls of the hallway. Margie turned into a doorway and ushered Charlie through it. She set the candle down on what appeared in the darkness to be a hope chest. She pushed Charlie back about two or three steps, kissing him full on the mouth as she did. Her tongue played between his lips and she gently sucked those lips as well, ending their brief quivering. Then she backed up. In the flickering candle light, Charlie watched the flowery rose petal sundress float slowly to the floor.
He walked up to her and put his hands on her shoulders. He slid his hands down her arms and then along her sides and hips. He leaned forward to kiss her breasts above her bra. He unclasped the bra and continued the kisses. When he looked up into her eyes he saw desire...a sight he hadn't seen in a woman's eyes for so long he almost didn't recognize it.
They kissed passionately, and then both knew this was something special. Charlie put his hand around her waist, turning and leading her toward the bed. Again they kissed and her hands began to explore him as much as his did her. The rose petal dress was kicked aside and many other articles of clothing were soon to follow.
The flame in Charlie's heart was a full blown inferno now...and nothing would stop this night of passion. He knew now that he must surely love this woman...and he suspected she loved him as well. The how's and why's of it all were unimportant. All that mattered to either of them was that this was real and sweet and warm.
Their kisses burned long into the night...and neither Charlie nor Margie would ever be lonely again. The flame they'd ignited would burn for decades.
And never again would the humiliating wraiths enter Charlie's world...
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"love",
"romance",
"soulmate",
"fate",
"end of loneliness"
] |
A First For Us Both Ch. 2
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https://www.literotica.com/s/a-first-for-us-both-ch-2
| 4.4 | null |
Taboo/Incest
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They couldn't believe how fast the weekend had flown by. It was late Sunday morning and Matt and Julie lay there holding each other after making love for the fifth time in 2 days, hard to believe both of them had been virgins just 48 hours ago. As they lay there talking about various things Julie began to wonder about the future. Matt would be leaving to go back to school that afternoon and her parents would be returning home. Would this be it, was it just one passion filled amazing weekend? Holding her brother closer she asked him if he truly loved her.
"Of course I do, you're my sister" He told her stroking her blonde hair and kissing her lightly on the cheek.
"No, I mean as more than that, do you really love me?" she looked up into his eyes searching for an answer.
"Yes Jules I do" He grabbed her around the waist and lifted her on top of his stomach. "I love you like a brother loves a sister, I love you like a man loves a woman and I love you with all of my heart and soul."
She smiled, overcome with joy and kissed him with more passion than she ever had. He ran his hands up and down her body as they kissed before reaching her sweet pussy which was once again getting wet from her juices, her hard nipples pressing into his chest. Without any warning this time or preparation she suddenly felt his huge rock hard cock slip into her tight pussy from underneath.
"Ohhh" she gasped at the sensation. Matt just looked at her and smiled and his hips thrust up into her. She'd never been on top and was starting to enjoy the idea. Sitting up she let herself sink onto his 9in. cock as deep as she'd ever been penetrated. Lifting herself up and down she realized she could control the speed of their love making this time. Liking the control, she began going even faster. Riding him hard and fast. Matt was unable to do anything but groan in pleasure as he watched his beautiful young sister riding his cock for all she could. He reached down and rubbed her clit gently getting quite a wild reaction from her as she bucked her hips and drove his cock deeper into her with each thrust.
Twisting and pulling at her clit harder she screamed as her orgasm hit her fast and hard causing her body to shake and he could feel her warm juices flowing over his cock making him throb within her sweet pussy. She leaned over him never slowing the speed and lowered her right breast to his waiting mouth. He circled her nipple a few times with his tongue teasing her causing little moans and gasps to escape her lips.
Then taking the nipple between his lips he sucked it like there was no tomorrow, like a baby trying to get milk, he sucked her, biting her lightly from time to time sending electric shocks throughout her entire body as she exploded into another intense orgasm. This time he grabbed her hips holding her down impaled on his cock as he grunted and told her he was going to cum. Before the words were even out his balls erupted their thick hot cum deep into her. He cummed more than he ever had, sending five hard shots into her before slowing to a stop.
She collapsed in exhaustion on his chest his softening cock still buried deep in her pussy. They kissed lightly, their tongues flicking against each other's lips and tongue. "I love you so much" he told her as his cock slowly slid from her wet pussy with a slight gurgling sound.
"I love you too" she whispered moving next to him on the bed, his arm around her shoulders. After basking in the afterglow of their love making for a few moments she told him she had to ask him something important.
"She looked down feeling part embarrassed and part scared and worried. She hadn't been able to get the same thoughts from the back of her mind all weekend.
Before she could speak he broke her thoughts. "You're thinking the same thing I've been wondering about too aren't you?" He lightly ran his hand across her smooth flat tummy and she knew they were having the same thoughts.
"It's just that you came in me so many times." Julie replied her voice getting a little higher, "What if I get pregnant?"
"I've thought about that too" Matt admitted, "But if you do then I'll take care of you I promise."
"But what would we say, what do we tell people, what about mom and dad?"
"I'm not sure right now, but if you actually are then we'll work all of that out somehow. You mean more to me than anything and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you. Plus" he added with a smile, "it kind of turns me on to think my little sister could be having my child"
"This is serious" she scolded him, but not without a little smile and hint of arousal in her own voice.
They kissed a long tender loving kiss before getting up to shower and dress. Their parents would be returning soon so any thoughts of the future would have to wait until after the house was cleaned up and no trace of their weekend was left behind.
To Be Continued...
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"love",
"love making",
"sweet pussy"
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Making Love To You...
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https://www.literotica.com/s/making-love-to-you-3
| 4.38 | null |
Romance
|
Making Love To You Is Always So Sweet
Before I even opened my eyes that morning I could hear the gentle sounds of rain hitting the roof. I sighed softly and snuggled closer to you, feeling the comfort of your warm body near me as you smiled in your sleep. I love to watch you sleep, you look so calm and serene as your dreams play out and distant looks of happiness and hope cross your face. I sometimes like to think that it’s me you’re seeing in your dreams, because I know that you tend have a starring role in mine.
Your back was to me that morning, so I slowly snaked my arm around your body to hold you closer to me. Even in your sleep you responded to my touch and held onto the arm that was draped across your body. I fell back asleep like this, with our bodies pressed together and our legs intertwined. I woke up again, but this time not because of the rain. I felt your hand on my thigh, and then felt it slowly start to caress, moving higher and higher on my leg until you were stroking my hip. Since we always sleep naked together, there were no clothes obstructing the path that your hand was slowly tracing on my body. I opened my eyes and was met with the sight of you, propped up on your side, watching me as you met my gaze.
We whispered our “good mornings” as I leaned toward you with my lips slightly parted. Our mouths met in a tender kiss that I gradually deepened by pushing just the very tip of my tongue into your mouth and then pulling it back a little. Teasing you like this drives you crazy, and I know it. I broke the kiss after a few seconds and covered your hand, the one that was still resting on my hip, with my own. Next I tossed the covers off and slid out of bed.
My nipples immediately stiffened because the air was cold in the room, and I was not wearing any clothes. I told you to wait there while I went to the kitchen to make some tea and breakfast. I leaned down and kissed you once again, and then sauntered out of the bedroom and down the hall, all the while knowing that you were watching me since I did not bother with a robe. I returned to the bedroom holding a small tray of food: two mugs of steamy tea, as we did not drink coffee, and peach yogurt in a pretty little dish. I set the tray down next to the bed and climbed back in.
You gently pulled me over to you so that I was sitting in between your legs, the curve of my ass resting lightly against your hardness. I passed you a mug of tea and picked up the dish of yogurt. I had purposefully only brought one spoon from the kitchen, clever me. I fed you the yogurt, spoonful by loving spoonful. I had gotten a little of the pink gooey yogurt on my finger, which you noticed.
You brought my hand to your mouth and gently sucked and cleaned all of my fingers, even the ones that were clean to start with. I replaced the half-empty dish on the tray and turned my face in order to receive your kiss. As we were kissing so tenderly and lovingly, I slowly turned my whole body around until I was facing you, kneeling between your legs.
Your arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me close to you so that you could feel my hard nipples grazing against your skin. My own hands were in your hair and then running along your back and beautiful shoulders, touching and caressing you. Our kisses became more and more passionate as you slowly slid down the bed until you were lying flat and I was lying on top of you. I could feel your hardness pressing against my pelvis, and I began to grind myself on you in response. These movements elicited an approving groan from you, as you could feel my wetness seeping out and starting to cover you.
After a few minutes of this treatment you could not take it anymore and you flipped me over on to my back and gently spread my willing legs. You gently kissed me one more time before slowly starting to make your way down my body, leaving no part unloved. You began with kissing and gently nipping my neck before moving to the valley between my breasts. You kissed the sides of both and then moved to my hard nipples, standing tall and hard waiting for your sweet attention.
As you sucked the hard little nubs into your mouth you looked into my eyes, wanting to see the love and desire reflected back to your own. My hands were knit into your hair, holding your head to my breasts. After a little bit of this wonderful torture, you continued your way down, kissing along my abdomen until you were met with my neatly trimmed pussy. You skipped right over it and moved to my inner thighs, grinning wickedly as you could see me begging with my eyes for you to touch me and lick me and eat me. You slowly and deliberately kissed your way along my thighs, sending chills through my body.
This time, when you once again found yourself near my pussy, you lowered your mouth and lovingly licked the entire length of my wet slit, causing my whole body to writhe and twist on the bed. You placed your hands on my hips to keep me still and gently pushed the tip of your tongue through my inner lips. A series of moans and sighs were escaping from my mouth as you slowly penetrated me with your tongue. Then suddenly you removed your tongue and licked up all the juices; I knew where you were going next. An instant later I felt your tongue as it lapped against my swollen clit, and then your mouth as it closed around the swollen organ.
My hands were twisted into your hair, holding your beautiful face to my pussy while I begged you to never stop. You were looking straight up into my eyes as you ravished my willing body. My moans intensified as my legs tensed and you knew that I was very close to cumming. You gently bit down on my clit and pushed two fingers inside of me, which pushed me over the edge. I came hard on your face, while I was thrashing wildly on the bed, unable to control the enormous orgasm that was ripping through my body. You licked up every drop and then crawled back up my body, kissing me and allowing me to taste myself on your lips.
I looked into your eyes and asked you to make love to me, even as you were already slipping your hard cock in between my ready legs. I was so wet and you were so hard that your whole length slid quite easily into me. I wrapped my legs around your waist as you started making tender, sweet love to me. As you pushed yourself deeper into and then out of me, my hips began to rise to meet your thrusts. You patiently waited for me before you let yourself cum.
With one hand you reached down between us and rubbed my clit, while your hard cock was rubbing me from the inside. You felt my pussy tighten around you and knew that I would cum any second, so you let yourself explode inside of me. I came at that same instant, and as we were cumming together our lips met in a passionate kiss that didn’t end until we were both calming down from our shared ecstasy. We stayed in bed like that for what seemed like hours, cuddling and telling each other how much we loved the other. Making love to you is always so sweet...
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"love",
"love sweet",
"hair holding",
"back gently",
"slid bed",
"making love",
"tip tongue",
"opened eyes",
"hard cock",
"looked eyes"
] |
Fucking Janet's Mom Ch. 2
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/fucking-janets-mom-ch-2
| 4.24 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
I continued my tongue travel down her body, swirling her belly button (she had an innie), and going right to the pleasure pot...her womanhood. The vagina had become enlarged. As I licked her hood, it opened up (just like Janet's). I proceeded to give her clitoris a treat to make it hard and willing to accept me.
Agnes was beginning to moan and sigh...the sigh every woman makes when she is aroused. I know it wouldn't be much longer, but I had another treat for her. I said, "Agnes, I love you and I want to give you an experience not too many woman get from their lovers." She replied, "Take my body, and do anything you want. Rape me, fuck me...have your way with me. I submit to your passion and love." Upon hearing that, I had her turn around and bend over. "YES COCKMASTER."
I had her bend forward and hold tight to the back part of the chaise. As she did this, I went down completely on my knees. I proceeded to run my tongue from her ankles, up her calf, and to her asshole. AGNES WAS REALLY BEING TURNED ON. I could feel it. My tongue darted around and around the rim of her ass, then I put in and out of her hole (something I love to do). Around and around he goes, where he stops, only she knows.
After about five minutes of this sheer delight, both of us were wild with passion. I raised myself up to mount her. I was aware of the sun beating down on us, and even the birds were softly chirping. The pine trees were whispering their song of love to us, as they bent to and fro in the afternoon breezes.
As I stood up, I was sobbing in the ecstasy of my love for her. She was saying, "Peter, I love you and I want you to live me NOW. I want you and I to orgasm together." I was ready to mount my blood gorged shaft in her, but paused momentarily to secure a condom. Agnes said, "don't worry hon, I can't get pregnant. I want to feel your meat in my love tunnel."
I said, "that's wonderful of you. I really didn't want to use one. Only the big boys go bareback riding...and I love to ride bareback." Agnes was trembling as she said, "fuck me NOW and hard and as hard as you can. Shove that cock was up my cunt, and just bang the hell out of it. Get it in as far and as deep and as long as you want. TAKE ME ...TAKE ME...FUCK IT...FUCK IT"
We started pumping each other, hard and fast, hard and fast...
We were fucking each other, fast and passionately, both screaming in ecstasy (which you could do being out in the secluded woods). Pumping furiously, my cock was totally enraged. There were strokes where I would totally put my cock out, and then slam it completely in, all the way up to my pubic bone. When I did this, she would absolutely scream and scream, moaning, "rape me, rape me, I love you."
I replied, "be my whore...I love you...I want to fuck you and make you happy. I want to make you feel like a real woman. You're my slut. I love you." As soon as I muttered this to her, we orgasmed simultaneously, my cock buried inside her tunnel. Spitting out the sperm, milky white and hot for her. She was holding my cock inside her, with her vaginal lips, then letting the train out of the tunnel, to its next stop.
In spite of the intense orgasm, I was still hard. Agnes then turned around and we embraced, kissed and cooed in each others ears. I asked her if she would like to get fucked in the ass. She said, "I have never done it there before, but you are my COCKMASTER, and I'll try to make you happy."
I had her turn around again and bend over, grasping her supple ankles with her hands. As she did this, I told her I needed to stimulate her opening. I put some suntan lotion on my middle finger, and inserted it in her asshole. She gasped slightly. I knew I had to get the outer ring to relax, so I just slid my finger in and out, until she begged for my cock.
I rubbed my cock up and down her pussy to get it wet with our cum juices, and slowly started easing the head of my cock in her stretched hole. When I felt the ring relax and her asshole accepted me, I rammed my cock in. She cried and screamed over that huge, thick penis in her really small hole. Agnes kept crying for more and more. We pumped and pumped. She shouted "stretch it, stretch it. I love it. Yes YES!!"
Just then I heard a car horn sound. I pulled out of her and, with two hands, grabbed each ass cheek with my hands, and pushed her in the pool. I bent over, still with my flaming hardon, grabbed our suits, and jumped into the pool. Agnes did the quick change again, put her suit on, just as her husband Alan, and Janet came around the corner in the car, and pulled to a stop.
They got out of the car, came over, and exchanged pleasantries. Janet asked us how the water. We both said the water was fine and to come on in.
- The End -
P.S. I later found out...the horn honking was a little signal Alan and Agnes had prearranged, to let her know he was back. It seems Alan was willing to put up with his sexual shortcomings and let Agnes know...if she was fucking a guy, to get her clothes on before he pulled into the driveway.
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Moving Home
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/moving-home
| 4.28 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
As she reflected over the years the memories were good, the happiness shone through although, as with every couple, times had been hard, words had been spoken. But both she and Steve had found that the love they had was strong enough, a bond together against all those who spat at them, a fortress against the malice. Neither regretted, those few years past, leaving respective partners to live as a couple.
They had both cried, both needed the other for support. That is where the love came in, shoulders where previously there had been none. A relationship borne out of love for sure, but a relationship cast in stone by each others relentless appetite for sexual adventure. Neither had known another so wanting, so demanding, yet so giving. Steve, not shy at having his hand rising between two parting legs, had been surprised, but so happy, to have Helen’s first sexual touch the one that found his bulge.
Helen looked back at the times they had made love in the house, not just to each other but to passing friends too as parties ran their course. Every room told a tale, each wall whispered a secret of breathless bodies, each carpet bore the stains of want.
She wondered, but a fruitless thought, how many times they had made love in the main bedroom. Perhaps if not how many times then how many positions? No record book to recall, just sweet memories. Within the bedroom how sweet was the lovemaking that Sunday morning that left them bruised from falling to the floor and how did they just remain interlocked? That bright Sunday morning, Steve entering her vagina in time to the peal of the nearby church bells. Cum all ye faithful.
He was a pest that man of hers. That time in the kitchen when they had returned from work together. Would he never leave her alone? Thankfully not! There she was at the sink, washing up the breakfast things left untouched by the normal late rush. Sure, the skirt she had on was short, sure she had stockings on, sure she was as horny as he was but, but, but …. Oh my. Did he have go behind her, kiss the back of neck, reach to her skirt and lift it? Did he have to lift it so high, lick at her butt crack. Did he have to make her so wet? Moreover, did he have to lift her onto the sink, pull down her knickers, push his cock roughly into her wet hole, fuck her like he had been without for ever? Maybe not, but hell, that was so good.
Some lovers don’t bath together. Perhaps they fight over who should take the taps end? The answer is of course that, unless you want your lover to toe fuck you, neither of you have the taps end! Lay your man down in the bath, lay on top of him, insert one cock, stir gently, bring to boil. The bathroom had been a constant source of sperm transfer from Steve to Helen. Whether in the bath, on the floor where she got her pussy astride his face and watched his expression as her juices escaped into his mouth, or, more often, in the shower. All lovers should make out in the shower, explore the body, sense the feelings of your lover, learn.
The games they played. Dressing up games between themselves and many friends. That game played in the lounge when Helen had been blindfolded and had taken all the men in her mouth for a tasting just to see if she could recognise them all. Okay, so she did recognise most of them. So what? Helen also recalled that orgy in there too. God, at least six, maybe seven, couples in various positions all over the room. She had had at least three guys fuck her pussy, another cum in mouth and one or two cum over her face as she watched Steve shoot over the boobs of that coloured girl in the nurses outfit. Messy, but so fine. No regrets.
Moving was a shame but better things ahead for them. Strange how different things remind of different times. Each stain a moment of loving. Seemed to Helen that her pussy had been made to leak all over the fucking house. Geez, look at that stain on the stair carpet! To be honest, how they had got away without fatal injury from some of the times their bodies had been coupled was beyond her.
The two smaller bedrooms had seen a fair amount of action too. The greatest fun it seems comes from nothing at all with one of the bedrooms being bare save for the carpet. The times Steve had taken Helen from behind as she looked out of the window. How many of the neighbours had waved up at the window and yet not known that Steve was deep inside Helen at that very moment. And those blindfold fumbles where no intercourse was allowed, just touches, short touches. The smallest bedroom? Waterbed – say no more.
Out in the garden the gnomes could tell a tale or two. Where others others mowed their grass to close cropped perfection so on summers nights Helen was being fucked by Steve on the imperfect grass. What was that sound? A dog, a fox, a bird crying into the night? No, that was Helen being shafted long and hard in the back garden.
Helen was in love with Steve, knew his mind, knew his heart too. That womans instinct when things are wrong, that timing when to give gentle loving, when to play the games, how to deal with anger, to wipe away stray tears, what to say, the patience to stay. Of all the loving that they had the simple task of holding hands was the dearest to them both. After the years of pain Helen looked forward to staying with Steve forever and a day. This house had bought them closer and then closer still.
The first time they ever made love in this house was after a candlelit meal of fish and chips. Not the most romantic at first sight but when you have no electricity the options are limited. Food eaten Steve had brushed all the remains and knives and forks to the bare floorboards. Helen got the message. She undressed, climbed on the table, spread her legs and let her man invade her vagina and make sweet, sweet love. That stain on the dining room table had never come out.
A bang on the toilet door.
“Pickfords love. We’re all packed up now and we’re off”.
“Just coming”, replied Helen as, with knickers round one ankle, she rose from and sank onto Steve’s cock. Toilet – the full set.
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Slumber
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/slumber
| 4.19 | null |
Romance
|
Like a scene in a familiar painting, she lay on the bed, beautifully and unselfconsciously erotic, tangled in a mass of silky sheets. Her long, red hair tumbled around her shoulders, skimming across the swell of her breasts, tousled in sleep. She nestled her head against her left arm, her right arm lifted above her head, straining the satiny material of her nightgown across her breasts. Her nipples were visible through the light fabric of the gown. They had hardened when he’d opened the window and let some of the cool air in. Her long, smooth legs were spread akimbo, and he could see every inch of them, from the merlot tinted nails on her delicate feet, to the very tops of her thighs. Her gown bunched up around her hips, offering him the tantalizing shadow of her womanhood hidden beneath it.
He knew that she hid a nest of red curls under the satin, and that she was soft and tasted sweet. His loins tightened as he planned his overture. "
Cara
," he whispered as he looked down at his feast, "tonight you are mine."
She stirred in her sleep, troubled by the dream.
She could feel him, close by, waiting for her. Her heart pounded as she hid, terrified by a presence she could not see. She sensed him; deep inside he called to her, tauntingly, seductively. "Come to me, cara, you who have begged for someone, something, to lead you far from here." I will take you this night.
She sprang from her place, nestled close to the dark green plants that hid her. Her feet pounded the earth as she ran across the dimly lit forest floor. She heard him; she heardit
, following her, running as was she, faster, deep into the night. He growled her name, "Miriam," and she knew that he was not human, not of this world. Panic gave her feet wings.
His hot breath caressed her bare calves. With a lunge, he captured her, pinning her to the soft ground. "You should not have run from me, this night."
She lay on her back, terrified. Eyes pressed shut, she could feel the strong animal body weighing on her, hear her own fast breathing. "Look at me, Miriam, and know me, for tonight I will take your body and you will relish in mine."
Her eyes opened slowly, to be transfixed by a pair of glowing gold eyes only inches from her face. "My love," came his voice. She was startled. Miriam had not known that wolves could speak.
She awoke with a start. The man stood before the bed, hidden in part by shadow. Her heart raced but her voice was calm. "You are here."
The man dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I have waited for too long." His voice was deep.
"You’ve been looking for me, haven’t you?" It wasn’t a question.
"You are my mate, Miriam. I have never stopped looking for you."
"I don’t understand."
"You will remember," he stepped into the light. His powerful form loomed above. "Come to me," he beckoned.
She rose, unable to halt the movement of her traitorous limbs. He drew her into his arms, and his golden eyes bore into hers. "Miriam. Look at me and remember." Her eyes widened and she found herself falling, fast, sheltered by a golden light.
Caleb looked down at the pale woman in his arms. His love for her lay heavy in his breast. Miriam’s eyes closed as she looked deep into the recesses of her memory. Her lids fluttered, and her breath sped up. "No," she moaned, deep in another dream. He gathered her close as her fragile body shook with the power of her remembrances. "Love…stay…" she murmured as she fainted. Caleb took his woman into his arms, and laid her down on the bed.
Some moments later, she began to stir. "You’re awake," he spoke.
Miriam felt safe in the arms that cradled her. "Yes, my love."
"Will you be with me?" His voice was husky with emotion.
"Forever, love." She turned into his embraced and covered his mouth with hot kisses. "I need you. Please take me." She was urgent, and the sudden need to mate with this man drove her. Miriam pushed him on his back and straddled his lap.
"Miriam," he moaned, all thought of seduction destroyed by the wanton woman who he loved. She moved, grinding her warmth into his hardness. There were no more words.
She pushed his shirt over his head. When his chest was bared, she leaned down to take his nipple into her mouth. He whispered her name again. She moved down his body, sinuously, her breasts grazing his chest, his hard cock. Miriam’s fingers fell to the buckle of his belt, fumbled with it. His trousers followed his shirt to the floor, until he lay naked and strong before his woman.
She gasped at his body, a perfect creation of nature. Crisp, dark hair curled at his chest. His powerful arms rippled with muscle.
He grasped the low neck of her gown with both of his hands, and in one strong tug, rent the material. And there she was before him, naked and beautiful, with her long hair cascading down her back and around her shoulders. She was all-powerful in that moment, a goddess deep in the throes of lust and love.
Miriam’s eyes glittered with passion as she leaned down to kiss her lover. "Caleb," she whispered, "let me take you, now." His tongue captured hers. She clasped his head in her hands and deepened the erotic kiss. Caleb’s hands fell to her heavy breasts. She moaned as she lifted her body up and over his throbbing penis.
"Do you want this body?" Speechless, he nodded. He could feel her wet warmth hovering just an inch above his cock. "Tell me, love. Tell me that you want to be inside of me. Deep in me."
"Yes," he growled. She thrust her body down onto his penis.
Her back arched as he entered her. "Oh, Caleb," her voice rose in pleasure. He grasped her hips and drove into her. "Take me. Fuck me." Her words excited him to an even greater frenzy.
He held her to him as he flipped the two of them over. She, on her back, looked into his eyes as he began a powerful thrusting. Her cries rose into the air as he pounded into her soft body. His thick length touched the deepest parts of her and she wrapped her long legs around his body to draw him nearer.
Faster and harder he took her. Miriam’s eyes glazed over and she began to moan, saying his name over and over. "Caleb…Caleb…I love you." She exhorted him.
He touched his lips to hers, "Miriam," he said simply. Her body clenched and seized around him. With a great cry, she came. His shout followed hers as his body emptied itself into her waiting warmth.
"Love," she whispered, as she drifted into sleep.
"Love," he replied, as he followed her into oblivion.
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"miriam eyes",
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"woman arms",
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Requiem: A Love Story
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/requiem-a-love-story
| 4.1 | null |
Romance
|
Beneath the requiem lies eloquent verses; its tenants transgress while in mourning. Yet bequeathed of its passerby’s there are dormant cries that echo. I am there among them.
We envision plains and grains of gold dancing westward into the receiving winds. We can hear thunder of past and present as they come together in a splendid display of courage and contradiction. Of these people’s misgivings- the forthcoming events surpassed the very foundation of their imaginations. And to this day we cannot look passed yesterday’s festering lesions to find our way to tomorrow.
I have taken many appropriate steps to confuse what is right and what is wrong. These harbored thoughts are what bring me to this place. My shallow intellect is bounded with crazed lunatics that seem to know my name wherever I go. And there are misguided factions bartering for my insanity; they somehow embrace me as one of their own.
And contained within the very essence of her being were constellations of stars that glimmer and hold me enslaved to their passion. I see them when I awake in the morning and I clamor to them without question or hesitation in the eve.
And within her there are prepubescent ideals that shriek innocence. Yet they swell within her womb and breed maturity, intelligence and pride. Her brood manufactures hurtful truths, yet waning is my belief that they are not real or they will one-day fall wayside.
Ode to the sharp cinnamon-apple taste of her skin that lingered forever and fatefully on the tip of my tongue. It began with the mere mention of sex and its aroma wafted fruitfully toward my inflamed nostrils until it ripened and pierced my heart.
Denying the aforementioned sentiments is an affront to the words destiny and fate. I would die, neigh give the very last beat of my heart to undo what has been done. To digress, it is electricity- one hundred million volts pounding and coursing through cold hardened veins. In its simplest forms it is raw and untreated. Yet complexity forces me into the realization that fault lies somewhere deep within mine own self.
“I love you Tessa.” I spake as I caressed her cream colored shoulder and drank in her breath.
Her eyes closed briefly. This very action instilled upon me the truth that I have known all along. Her head dropped partially in shame, partially in a loss for words. Her rose colored cheeks faded and then her eyes opened.
Upon the edge of the woodlands we gathered imagining shaped clouds of colorless folds- unbounded in riches and unfettered by ideas. Tessa looked at me and then quickly looked away. I could hear her breathe; I could see her heartbeat.
“We believe what we want to believe.” She whispered softly before she blanketed herself. “I think you have always known that.”
Seven years collected in memory- where delusions rise to the surface and hold me condemned to die by my own thoughts, my own feelings, my love. I still remember those words as if they were being spoken at this very moment through her raspberry pouted lips. “I think you have always known that.”
I have.
Even now there are doubts hanging, lingering as if I had not put my entire existence into her happiness. Begrudged heart separated from how it all began. I slowly came to the realization that it was out of my hands.
“I do love you.” I reiterated my stance.
To be shunned and castrated from your life-love demanded more than just soft words and idle threats. Yet I still cling to inane attempts at saving face or dreams “I love you,”- how foolish that must sound to the strong and the bold. “I love you,”- yes goddamn you, I wish I had never spoken those words.
I found myself smiling with embarrassment and humiliation. Yet I still dream- even now- there are no escapes from my prison. I am forced to move forward and never, ever look back.
For my passions are not lighthearted in nature, neither are they lacking in enthusiasm. And for those of you that dismiss my endeavors with not so much as an acknowledgement, I say to you, we are of one body and one soul bounded throughout eternity. I still grow tired reasoning- for we are what we are, nothing less and certainly nothing more.
We the pathetic, the loathsome that come together in a place and time that is neither recognized nor damned by God. I reach out my hand heavenward and touch his fingertips before I realize that there are only judges and sacrificial lambs brought to slaughter.
“We believe what we want to believe.” My Tessa said, reiterating her position.
O’er the lands scope and horizons there were tall foliage scraping past the plains of grain and gold. They danced together in unison as if they were claiming the universe as their own. Beseeched of bountiful graces I am lacking in imagination, yet this plant life cursed at me as if I trespassed against it. I am a fool- I am seven years less- less being, less capable, less me. The masterful willow spat at me; I knew I was defeated.
That was the very last time that I saw my Tessa. Ode to the apple-cinnamon taste of her skin. Ode to what once made me complete.
So you see… I have taken many appropriate steps to confuse what is right and what is wrong. These harbored thoughts are what bring me to this place. My shallow intellect is bounded with crazed lunatics that seem to know my name wherever I go. And there are misguided factions bartering for my insanity; they somehow embrace me as one of their own.
Dreaming these dreams of madness can be wearisome at times. My utterance of help is barely audible to the nurse as she hands me the white colored capsule. She cannot begin to comprehend what it means to be half a person- half a man. Seven years forgot, still staring at these four padded walls.
I will miss you Tessa.
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[
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"bring place",
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Doing Three Ch. 5
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/doing-three-ch-5
| 4.43 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
Doing Three: Silence
Or The Final Chapter
I felt something as Mary took my hand. It was not easily explained either. The feeling worked its way though my hand into my arm and in sorts I felt lightheaded and weak in the knees. She stood me up and walked me toward the stairs.
Angel and Scott didn't even notice that we had left the main portion of the living room. And although I had been degraded and humiliated for the better part of the night this was the very first time that I felt ashamed.
I started to speak but Mary stopped me by putting her finger up to her lips and shaking her head no. I believe she was telling me that we had no need for words. I smiled at her briefly before I took the lead up the stairs.
Again, no words were spoken as I retrieved my small overnight bag. I kind of thought it was strange to see Mary going through a couple of drawers randomly throwing some of my clothes in my direction. I quickly folded them and placed them in the bag.
Only staying over once or twice a week made it convenient- there was very little to pack. And after zipping up the bag I reached out my hand in Mary's direction.
As we reached the bottom of the stairs we looked over at Scott and Angel. I made it a point to study Mary's reaction. I expected to see hurt and anger and the need for vengeance screaming from every one of her pores but that's not what I observed. She was quite calm and her demeanor was soft and very passive. I believe she was telling Scott that in some small way she would always love him. Maybe she was just telling him goodbye.
I opened the door quietly and proceeded to my car. Mary followed. Neither one of us made it a point to go quietly. For me, I think it was because if Angel HAD known I was leaving she would have made no effort to stop me.
We climbed into the car and started off down the street. That would be the very last time I ever saw Angel or Scott.
As we pulled up in front of my house I realized I had only three things on my mind. First and foremost- "Where do I go from here?" Angel had been a part of my life for a long time, now that part of my life was over.
I also wondered why Mary was being so nice to me. Like I've said before, Mary was a goddess pure and simple. I stared down into her "ice" blue eyes and smiled. The corner of her lip kind of curled upward as if she were telling me "What the fuck did we just do?"
Oh- and I needed a shower--- bad.
It had been three days since I was last at my house. I had turned down the heat in an effort to save a little on electricity. As soon as we walked through the door I made my way over to the thermostat. I turned around to see Mary's harden nipples jetting out against her white silken blouse.
It hadn't been an hour ago that I had observed her completely naked, yet I felt a little awkward and shyly turned my head. Mary giggled but made no effort to hide herself.
"Make yourself at home, if you don't mind I need to take a quick shower." I said as I dropped my overnight bag at the foot of the stairs. "There are drinks in the frig and the remote is on the coffee table."
Mary continued her silence.
Strange thing though, while I showered a million thoughts started running through my head. I thought about Mary and how she held my hand through one of the most difficult times in my life. I thought about her long flaxen hair that seemed to dance with the slightest of breeze. I thought about her smile and her childish giggle. Yet Angel and Scott and the previous week never crossed my mind.
I leaned back and allowed the warm water to splash my face and cascade down my body. It was relaxing and soothing. I think I needed that more than I ever needed anything in my life. As I opened my eyes the door to the shower opened and a dream entered.
Mary stood in front of me completely disrobed and without a word she stepped in beside me and began to lather her hands. I turned around so that my back was facing her. As soon as her soft fingers touched my back my knotted and stressed muscles immediately relaxed.
I moaned and gave into her message. My body swayed in rhythm to Mary's movements. I wondered how long it had been since I was this relaxed.
Reluctantly I turned around to face her. Beads of water dotted her beautiful breasts and I reached out to message them. She closed her eyes and then gave into my touch. My movements, like hers, were methodical and deliberate. My hands moved slowly down her back and then I gently cupped her ass.
She placed her head on my shoulder. We were both a little tired but something kept us going. I leaned in and kissed the side of her neck. Finally she moved a step back away from me and searched my eyes for something.
I growled and then moved toward her- throwing my arms around her I picked up and kicked open the door to the shower. I carried her down the hall to my bedroom and we collapsed in a heaving mound of flesh against flesh.
My hands slowly explored her body. First I outlined her petite brown nipples with my fingertip and then proceeded down her tight stomach to her belly button. I gave into my desires and bent down to taste the water that had gathered there.
She gently laid her hands on the back of my head as if to say the things I was doing was okay. My mouth worked its way down to her pinkened lips. Her fragrance was soft and delicate and as my tongue explored her entranceway I was reminded of the crisp taste of apples and cinnamon.
Again she moaned and moved her hips in the direction of my awaiting mouth.
My body was on fire and although I was completely and utterly exhausted my dick was at its full erection.
Mary continued to moan but said nothing as I increased the pressure of my tongue against her clit. I breathed in her sent as I reached down to message my aching cock. I could feel her pussy clamp down around my mouth, I felt as though she was trying to pull me inside of her.
I felt her orgasmic contractions begin. I felt her hands as she gripped my hair and begin to pull. She screamed and thrust her hips wildly against my mouth.
As her movements began to subside I moved on top of her so that my hard shaft was directly over her entrance way. She strained to open her eyelids and as I pushed my cock inside of her I watched as her eyes rolled back in her head.
I kissed her hard and through our tightly pressed lips I whispered, "I love you."
Her wetness coated me and the smell of sex filled the room. I wouldn't last long. I exploded inside of her, filling her with spasm after spasm of my seed. She whimpered softly as I lay there on top of her searching in HER eyes for something.
Still she remained silent.
I had never cum so much in my life. I felt as though her body against my body was sending a million volts of electricity through me and into my heart.
I pulled my softening cock from her pussy and rolled over to my side. I was foolish to think that in one night of friendship, in one night of sex, in one night of pure lust we could be in love. "How could such a beautiful goddess love someone like me?" Now I felt somewhat foolish to have told her my feelings so quickly. At that point I figured this would be the last time I would ever see her.
"Would you like a drink?" I questioned as I stood up from the bed.
She responded with a nod.
I walked toward the bedroom door and paused to look back at her. She smiled and for the first time since we had left Angel's house she spoke.
"I love you too."
I realized that after all these years of having sex- looking for something in someone that I never seemed to find. I realized on this night I had finally lost my virginity.
Epilogue
Two children and twenty-five years later and I still feel electricity when I touch my little Mary
Thanks for all the rave reviews…..Peace and Love
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Love Letter
| null |
https://www.literotica.com/s/love-letter-2
| 4.61 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
Your arms surround me, the warmth of your love permeating my skin, my blood, my bones. The world disappears and there is nothing else, only you... Your kisses leave a trail of fire across my neck and shoulders, the wetness of your tongue on my skin only adding to the flames that erupt in my brain and flow through my eyes as we gaze at each other. My love flows into you like a swelling tide. Your hands caress me, wandering over my body like a minstrel of old, playing a familiar song that echoes through my veins, serenading my heart and my body and hinting of the pleasures that await us.
I press myself to you, flesh against flesh, yearning for the moment we become one, joining together in that total surrender of self to love. I feel your desire growing as our bodies fuse from toes to lips. Our mouths become a conduit for our heat, our tongues entwined, swimming together in a sea of passion.
Your hands leave a trail of fire from my shoulders along my back, sliding down to cup the curves below. My hands play on your shoulders and chest, finding the most sensitive places to tease with my lips and tongue. My lips trace a moist path to your neck as I inhale your masculine scent. Your essence is an ember ever glowing in my mind, providing the heat for my dreams. I breathe deeply of you, fueling the glow of arousal that fills my body.
You bend your head to mine and suckle at my mouth as if trying to draw the very core of me into you, trying to taste my very soul. I return your ardent kiss with a fevered moan, my hips lifting to you, inviting you, begging you to fill my need. You lift yourself above me, your muscles taut, your eyes burning with love and desire. Like a flower, petals glistening with morning dew, I open to you my sun, my life's light. You slide into me as if returning to that place where you belong, caressing the depths of me with your manliness, joining me to you completely.
We move as one in a dance as old as time itself, a sweet tango of life and love. Hotter grow the flames within as our bodies thrust toward one another, building a bonfire that will eventually consume us, melting us into one being. We give freely of ourselves, each seeking the ultimate fulfillment of the other. My body shudders, then convulses around you, wildfire racing through my veins. Like a volcano you erupt within me, your molten flow the final fuel as we are consumed, our heat a flash that forever fuses our hearts.
We lay together, the raging fire now a gentle glow warming the night around us. You smile and kiss my half closed eyelids, whispering, "I love you." My lips curve sweetly with my reply, "You are my heart..." and we curl around each other to dream of the perfection of our love.
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"love",
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Alice's Adventures Ch. 12
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https://www.literotica.com/s/alices-adventures-ch-12
| 4.24 | null |
Novels and Novellas
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Ch. 12: Honore L'Oeuf
It was a great thrill the following day, for that was the occasion in which Blanche introduced Alice to the famous Honore L'Oeuf. Blanche had always made a point of making love to as many authors as she could, particularly authors of children's books. She'd had sex with Cheval, the author of a book about eight young people in search of an elusive orgasm. He'd been very shy, she'd said - and his penis had been actually rather small. She'd also made love with Christophe Oiseau, the author of the Pooh books, but she'd not actually enjoyed being pissed on. Honore was a special conquest, Blanche maintained, and they were still very friendly.
Blanche left Honore and Alice talking in the garden, by a bench, where Honore sat: her breasts in real life if anything more fantastic than seen in a photograph. She had at least an 80 inch bust, and their weight forced them to hang down and obscure her vagina, which they almost touched when she sat down.
Honore lifted a breast up in her hands and held it out for Alice to see clearly. "This is the main reason I live in Brook", she explained. "I didn't always live here, but when I lived where clothes were much more the expected thing, I had enormous problems. I had to wear men's shirts designed for very fat men, but even then they couldn't hide my enormous breasts. The nipples would always struggle to escape. And so often, the buttons would pop and my breasts would flop out. It was so embarrassing! Here, I don't have to even try to hide them."
"Have you always had such titanic tits?" asked Alice.
"Not when I was a very young child, of course," Honore said smiling. "But even when I was your age, it was fairly obvious that I had monstrous mammaries. At first I thought they'd just reached full size much earlier than normal - but they just wouldn't stop growing. They just grew and grew! It got so that I had to spend days with my blouse fully open, simply because I couldn't button them up. Or I'd do the bottom button and the top button, and the breasts would just hang out between. So, it soon became obvious that I wasn't an ordinary girl."
"How did you start writing books?" wondered Alice, who wanted to move the subject away from breasts, although it was such a prominent and obvious subject.
"I've always loved sex. I love the feel of a penis. And I like the feel of a girl's body. It's so smooth. And so beautiful. Your body is one of the most beautiful."
"Thank you," said Alice, who glanced down at her own more modest chest, and the long hair which fell to her waist and brushed over her slender thighs and buttocks. "Why do you love sex so?"
"I just love the tenderness of making love. So it seemed natural to write stories about it. Of course, I invest into them as much of my own experience as possible. I just love having two or three people making love to me at once, and they just love to put my nipples into their mouth, or to rub their little crotches over them. I also watch them making love together or masturbating. And I listen to their stories of their own sexual encounters."
"Do you enjoy writing stories?"
"Of course. I always masturbate when I'm writing, and I know when my stories are particularly erotic by the amount of moistness they generate. If they're very erotic, I just have to break off in the middle of writing them, and push a banana up my crotch and feel its squelchy disintegration inside me, or to rub my breasts up and down the wall while I shove something hard and firm up me. But no masturbation - and I masturbate several times every day - can match the delight of sex with others."
Alice felt very uncomfortable at Honore's directness. "Do you want to make love to me?"
"Of course, dearest," Honore said. "I want you to put the whole of your mouth over my nipples and bite them with your petite little teeth. I want to push as much of my stiff nipple up your vagina as I can and feel your hot little quim moisten and drip over my breasts. I want to push my tongue as deep as I can inside you, while you luxuriate in my breasts. I want to make love with you for hours and hours."
"Do you make love with all the people you meet?"
"Not all, but as many as I can. I love the variety. I love the disabled. I like to put amputee's stumps deep inside me so they feel smooth and wet. I love black, white and red people. I love girls and boys."
"Yes, you've also made love with Blanche..."
"Well, and still do. She's such a wonderful literary groupie. Anyone write a book, and Blanche's fucked them. Blanche and I make an odd couple. There's so much flesh between us. We can barely touch each other with our arms when we lie on top of the other. In fact, making love for me is always a bit funny. Either my lover has to squeeze between my tits or they have to fuck from the oddest of angles."
"I see," said Alice thoughtfully.
"And I can see that what you want to do is hold my nipple to see if it's real," Honore commented. Her fingers were slowly circling her nipples. "Have a feel."
Alice leaned forward and took the nipple gingerly between her thumb and forefinger. There was three or four inches of hard nipple between her fingers. Honore put her hands behind Alice's head and eased her face right on to the breast. It wasn't long until her nipple was inside Alice's mouth. She'd never had anything as large or firm in her mouth as this before. She could feel the small pimples at the base of her nipple, and she loved running her tongue round the indentation at the tip.
"Don't worry. I won't leak any milk," laughed Honore. Honore was simply the best lover Alice had yet had, and she came to orgasm again and again and again under Honore's subtle and stimulating caresses. Her experience with so many girls showed, because she knew which parts of a girl's body have most erogenous significance, unlike so many others Alice had made love to, who didn't appreciate the differences let alone identify them. Blanche wandered into the garden from time to time to watch the two at play, but except for a little peck on Alice's face and a blown kiss at Honore she respected their privacy. She mostly busied herself in the book shop.
Eventually the two girls were exhausted. Alice found it curious however that someone as good as lovemaking as Honore was nonetheless rather clumsy at other more ordinary activities, like standing up or leaning over. But this was the fault of her monstrous bust, which always seemed to be in the way of her hands and to pull her off-balance. Still, despite the occasional heavy crash when Honore fell over, Alice's abiding thoughts were of her grace and facility. And of course, she felt honoured to have made love with such a famous author, even if she were only one of so many so honoured.
To Be Continued...
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Heart?s Desire
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https://www.literotica.com/s/hearts-desire-7
| 4.09 | null |
Erotic Couplings
|
It has been many years since I obtained what I thought at that time was my heart’s desire. I was a senior at the end of a five year course at a prestigious university. On our Spring Break, I made what I later discovered was a bad mistake, and went to Florida. Never mind where, but it was sunny and overly warm for someone used to the snows of northern Springs.
Many of the "breakers," some few of whom I knew, were the typical college girls of those days and wore little more than very tiny thongs, no tops, at least during the day in the sunshine. What they wore at night.....
One group from our university, three of the five of them, went to the same college as I, stayed pretty much together, and although I was certain they must be sorority sisters, they just acted that way. They remained, as I said, in a group, but they flirted outrageously with any boy—man, I guess—who passed by, and obviously promised a lot more than they would—or could, I thought—perform. I suppose their group acted as chaperone and emboldener in one. I found myself smitten by one particular beauty, a slim, dark-haired gal from Buffalo, New York, whom I had once dated, back in freshman year.
After three days I was becoming frustrated and bored out of my mind, but luckily my good friend, a gay fellow from Germany named Reinhardt, dropped by. Reinhardt, despite his predeliction for guys, had never hit on me, and we remained pretty close for not having sex; he was in the College of Technology and Engineering, which I thought, being an Arts major, was guys doing things to steel and concrete.
"Actually, not entirely, Herman," he said when I had expressed this thought to him. Reinhardt liked my name, although he said I did not spell it properly (should have been "Herrmann," he’d tease)—God help me, he was an admirer of Herrmann Goering, but as a WW I ace, not as the overly fat Reichsmarschall and possible queer, definite sybarite.
"I see you looking, Herman, and you have want in the eyes, no?"
"Well, perhaps you’re right, Reinhardt, ol’ buddy, but there’s no way I’m going to break one of these gals loose from that bunch, is there?"
"Well, that’s as may be, fr-riend." When he was particularly enigmatic, Reinhardt liked to roll his "r"s.
"What, you engineers have come up with something to pull a girl from her bunch of friends—on Spring Break?"
"No-o, not exactly, Herman, but there just might be something I could help you with.."
When he got excited, which he obviously was now, Reinhardt fell back into a heavy Germanic accent, so he sounded so guttural that I had trouble understanding him for a second or two. I imitated his accent. "You tr-ruly dink you can, hah?"
"Don’t you make fun uff me, Herrmann! I give you der Nazi saliute und ruin your chances foreffer mit pretty Jewish girls, hah!" he replied.
"Shit, don’t do that, Reinhardt, Jewish girls are as nice as gentile, any day." I had in fact been living for about eighteen months with a blonde who turned out to be honestly blonde and Jewish, too. She always amazed me with her personal bias against Hispanics! That’s why we broke up finally. Despite my name, I came from the Southwest and my mother was Mexican. And that’s why I’d come to Spring Break in the nameless Florida town.
"Well, I’m sorry, Reinhardt, but what is this that you think you can do for me?"
"O K. We still develop this, you see, for. . .better I not tell you who. . .and we can use field test. Had no idea who to ask, but will you help us by testing?"
"Sure, I’ll do a lot for you, buddy."
"Would you...?"
"You know me better’n that, Reinhardt!"
"Yah, just the testing, then."
"All right, I trust you not to say one word of this to anyone, even girlfriend, understood?"
"Yes, I swear." "Very well. You meet me in half hour at my room, 431 in P........ Inn. O K?"
"Sure, I’ll be there." I spent the half hour, or part of it, admiring my beloved’s curves and the way she tossed her head. She was, of course, quite unaware of my interest, I thought.
"Well, here I am, Reinhardt. Oops, sorry, did I interrupt some...?"
Another guy was standing in the doorway to the bedroom, but he was clothed. He got a really hard look in his eye. So I was sorry I had said anything.
"No, you’re not interrupting a tryst, you think, eh? This is Martin, he and I work together on this project—senior honors, you know, eh?" I was enduring a mostly "fixed" competition in blank verse withinout college for the same end, and I groaned sympathetically.
"Nein, we make out good. Martin has refined to point of excellence, all we need is final test and we can produce. Eh, Martin?"
Martin was sour-faced, but he allowed a fleeting grin to cross his mouth. I noticed that his eyes did not light up as well.
"Yes, Reinhardt. This is our subject?"
"No, this is our object. . ive. . .the tester, Martin."
"Certainly, Can he be trusted?"
I was resenting Martin’s high-handed manner, and I broke into their discission.
"Martin, you’re the guy who set off those fireworks by remote, two years ago, right?"
"How. . .how the hell do you know that?" he asked, taken aback.
"Well, I’ve known it for some time, but. . .you see. . .I’ve never told anyone else about it. I liked the way you set that up, as I understood it, the way it was explained to me."
"Who. . .do you know that could explain that?"
"Well, since I haven’t told anyone about your doing that, I’m not going to tell you who told me. I know he’s never told anyone about it, either!"
"Look here," Reinhardt broke in, "Herman knows how to be quiet when it’s the right time, correct? He will not say anything about the project, nor his part in it, nor who the experimenters are, O K, Martin?"
He seemed angry at Martin, and for a moment I thought that probably "Martin" wasn’t his real name, anyway.
"Very well, then. Herman, you understand that this is, like, the beta copy, not the finished product?"
"Yes, so Reinhardt told me."
"O K. Now, here are your instructions. I understand that there is a person you would like to influence, right?"
"Yes, sh...."
"No, I don’t want to know who, I want to know when."
"Soon as possible, I suppose, We only have three more days of Spring Break, then we’ll all hafta wend our ways back to the university, eh?"
"Yes, sure. Well, now...." he went into a lot of technical stuff that you don’t need to know, but the gist was that I was to sneak up to this "person," affix a tiny "receiver," he called it to his or her neck near the head, or actually on the head, under the hairline. The "beta" model would not sink into the skin, as would the final product, but remain visible with luck, so that Martin or Reinhardt could remove it with "special means." Martin was vehement in making me understand that the effect of whatever I did to the person would continue for several hours after it was removed. He concluded,
"...so you can in effect control what the person wants, what the person sees, what the person likes, tastes—everything about the personality. Got it?" He had become so enthusiastic about his "beta" model that he was almost spitting in my face as he finished his peroration.
"Yep," I said, pretending to wipe my glasses.
"Here it is,"" said Reinhardt, coming into his living room from the bedroom, which I assumed must be his "laboratory."
The transmitter was about the size of a half-package of cigarettes, the "bug," or receiver so small I could barely see it against my hand. It was flesh color, too, which did not help its visibility.
Reinhardt smiled widely at me, after Martin had left, making certain I was going to maintain my silence.
"Well, she is yours, buddy."
"Really..."
"Do you want to try it?" he leered, fondling his engorging penis. Hell, he was only wearing tight Spandex biking shorts, and all his magnificent—if I do say so—physique was visible. It was too damn’ bad he was gay, ‘cause the girls would have really swarmed all over him if he had showed the least interest. As it was, some from other colleges gave him the come-on every day. I wondered where he was getting his loving, but figured that this was Florida, there’d be plenty of his type around.
"Not on me, thank you very much, Reinhardt. I think you’d have me wide-cheeked in about three seconds, friend!"
"Oh, no. Herman, I’d have you going down on me. You have such a lovely mouth, you know?" I hoped he was kidding.
I left, then, and we’re still friends, believe it or not.
Late that afternoon I saw a chance, and slipped up to the "Group," as we college types had come to call the four girls who hung out, always, together. I had a big old Hasselblad with me—my hobby in high school had been "old-fashioned" photography, I developed and printed my own pictures. I hoped I remembered the spiel.
"You girls want your photo taken, nice group you have? Give you a copy apiece, make more for your families and friends?"
I don’t think they recognized me from having seen me around, although my blonde seemed to think I was familiar, or at least reputable, ‘cause she was the one who said,
"Sure; let’s, guys," speaking to her buddies.
They grouped and I fussed with "camera angles" for several minutes until I could properly maneuver myself alongside her and ask to adjust hers and one other girl’s heads to the "proper angle; the light, you know."
The other girl was no problem, and I had a moment of trepidation when it was time for me to touch Leslie—her name—but I did, and I could feel the little bug adhere to her skin way up under her hairline.
"What was that?" she asked.
"What?" I was innocence.
"Nothing. I thought...." She gave up and held her head the way I’d told her.
I took about eight good pictures out of twelve in all, and promised to have them developed in the evening about seven, so they could pick the ones they wanted me to print or enlarge for them. Boy, I was generous!
I had a monstrous hard-on which I was concealing as best I could with the camera when I gave my first sub-vocal command.
Leslie, come with me and help develop these.
I actually said out loud, "Uh, Leslie, that’s your name, isn’t it, I’ve seen you around at university, would you like to help me develop these?"
The other three kidded her a bit about darkrooms and so forth, but she said "Yes" quite cheerfully.
We walked together up to my room, introducing ourselves on the way. I had no real idea where the hell I was going to get developer, a tank and the plate I’d need to do a decent job on the photographs. I must have transmitted that puzzle to Leslie, for she said,
"Stuck for the fixin’s? Believe this or nor, Herm’, I have the bottled fixin’s for the shots in my room!" She was uing my nickname right away, a good sign, I thought..
"Oh, you-all don’t room together?"
"Naw, that’s just protective coloration. Come on along, and we’ll get these thing done." She seemed truly interested in photography, as I found out talking with her as we walked over to her hotel, She had a suite, she said, not just a room. She told me as we talked—I kept well away from touching her, on the way—that her parents were wealthy, but that she was on a full scholarship because she had been in the Honor Society and her school’s valedictorian. She was not a bit bashful about that, but she wasn’t one bit boastful, either. Just the facts, ma’am.
I asked her if she had made love with anyone recently, and she got angry, as I thought she would.
"It’s none of your business, Mister Nosy Herman!" she fumed. "I’m leaving. I wouldn’t make love to you with all my clothes on and ten yards, backyards that is, between us!"
She turned to go, pulling on her little jacket which I had thought so cute, and had asked her to shrug out of as I did not want to acid to get to it..
"Hey, lady, this is your room.
You’re going to come back here and tell me when you last made love. You’ll want to touch me with no clothes on, babes!
Maybe I’d better leave." I was so contrite.
"N-no, Herm’, I’m sorry. You stay, I’ll tell you. You were just curious, weren’t you?" Sbe had stopped with her hand on the door knob.
"Uhm-hmm." I smiled.
"Take your glasses off, an’ I’ll tell you." That surprised me, but I did so.
"Now take your shirt off, I want to see your chest."
Lord, she was undressing while she was telling me to undress! I was shucking out of my clothes faster than she told me to, and she was down to her black bra and very thin lace panties by the time I was standing there bare, my penis sticking up from my crotch like a flag-pole.
Come on, babes, you want to suck on it. You want it in you!
"It was my sophomore year in university, Herm’ an’ I was not very happy. This guy promised me all kinds of things, and I fell for it. We fucked and fucked all one week-end, but I haven’t had anyone since. I’m clean, if that worries you, Herm’, an’ I am certainly hot to trot! It was all I could do to stay with those girls, you know? I was getting ready to rape one of them, honest!"
"Come here, honey, let me hold you." I was gloating, I fear.
"Wait. I’ll just get out of these...." and she slipped off the panties—God, she was wet already—and bra, then walked to me with her hand over her pussy hair.
Right in front of me she stopped, smiled a little hesitantly and knelt in one fluid motion. Her soft hand stroked my bouncing penis for a few moments, just on the top. It felt like absolute heaven, and I wondered if I could keep from coming. I had sex more recently than she, I think, but her touch was so ecstatic that I had to summon all my will-power to keep from shooting off in her hand. I am glad I held it, though, for her sweet mouth slowly engulfed the glans, and then she was sucking me into her, deeper and deeper. I was astonished that this little girl could do such a thing, and then I realised that her soft hands were playing a part, as she sucked and masturbated me with a combination of hands, tickly fingers and mouth. I was, really, just about to come when she stopped and got up to look me right in the eye.
"Time for you to come to bed," she said, in a little girly voice, smiling as she said it.
I damn’ near pranced over to the big double—maybe a queen?—bed and flopped on it as she pushed me playfully from behind. I turned back over in a flash, in time it seemed to have her straddle me with her dripping puss and lower herself with a long moan of pleasure onto the throbbing thing, Now, I have no idea how she did it, but without leaving my penis, she and her tight puss managed to keep me excited, on the verge but never coming, for about twrnty minutes. I did feel her push on some knot or other between my anus and my balls, but that just made me want to come more, but I started over again building to that point! Didn’t get soft, though.
"Whatta. . ..whatta ya doin’ to me, Les"?" I managed to gasp, about halfway through.
"You like it, don’t you, Herm’?"
"God! Yes, Les’, but you’re driving me crazy, too, really!"
"I could go back to sucking you, couldn’t I?" she asked in a thoughtful way.
"Jee-zus, Leslie, please get me off, I need to come, really badly, honey, please!" She laughed at me and continued with the gyrations.
When I came it was as though every single drop of the 87% percent liquid which is supposed to be in the human body flowed into her in the next few minutes. I could not stop jerking my hips up into her pubic bone, shooting more gism than I thought any man’s balls could hold every time. I felt as though I were riding a cloud, at last, so spaced out was I.
She, too, came and came, until we had so moistened the sheets that she finally rolled me over off the bed—I barely caught myself—and yanked them off before the mattress, too, was soaked.
"Oh, my God, Leslie, will you marry me?" I thought hastily that I did not need to marry this witch with her extraordinary sexual capabilities to have her for the rest of my life, but I sub-voc’ed.
Leslie, say yes, you will marry me when we graduate.
"Do you love me, Herm’?" she asked, serious for the moment. I had to think about that for the second or two that it took to start her getting angry again. I could not have that.
"Yes, by the Good Lord above us, I do love you, Leslie? What’s your major?" The silly question was born of my sudden realisation that I did love her, that I did want her around for the rest of my life, and that we’d better be married. It’d be fun, I thought.
The absolute silliness of the non-sequitur had her laughing so hard, whether from hysteria or pure love of the ridiculous, I didn’t know, but she sure wasn’t mad at me. "Oh, you complete dip-shit, Herman! I love you too, crazy man. Now, get up and help me remake this bed. This is a house-keeping apartment, and I have to keep it nice for you. Wait’ll my friends hear about you and me!"
Oh, Christ, I thought suddenly, what the hell will Reinhardt and Martin think? I better get the damn’ thing off her soon. And what would happen if she wasn’t really in love with me, wanting to marry me as much as I wanted to marry her? Good God, I was really in deep. Wait. Should I tell her? That thought took about thirty seconds to resolve. I wanted to, God, I wanted to, but I had given my word, hadn’t I. . .to Martin, to Reinhardt, and Martin had objected, too?
Well, I managed to placate the two experimenters with a full. . .almost full. . .report of the effects of the bug and the transmitter and they were happy with that. But. . .and this was the big but that ruined me for the rest of my life. . .they could not get the damn’ bug off Leslie! We tried giving her knock-out pills, tried hypnotism, nothing worked. I made Reinhardt—that bastard Martin disappeared when he found out he couldn’t get the bug off!—promise that the particular transmitter would be destroyed and that he would not build another on the same frequency. Fat lot of good that did me.
Leslie and I have a good marriage, I love her very much, and she does love me. We have three pleasant grown up children, a grandchild on the way, but!
Every once in a while she goes off with very little notice for "a week with the girls," and I can never find out who the "girls" are!
D’you think that utter bastard Martin...?
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