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It was an eight minute drive, She had made it so many times before. Like a thief in the night stealing what moments she could and always wanting more. Tonight however was different, eight minutes seemed to take an eternity, yet pass in a blink. There was electric excitement buzzing on her skin. Sliding a cigarette from the pack on the seat next to her, lighting it, smoke swirling around her like fog. Trying in vain to calm her nerves, it wasn’t working. Right now she knew nothing would. They had been planning this for months, talking, preparing her body. And his. Tonight was the night all their preparation was working toward. She is about to see if it had paid off.

At this point knocking was a formality, she felt completely comfortable and at home in the cozy apartment. He met her at the door with that kiss she looks forward to all of the days they are apart. They are both happy with the context of this arrangement, each having their own lives outside of the few moments they share. Her with a husband and children, a good girl most would say. He was single, and happily so. A talented musician, and songwriter. But together, what they shared was perfect, a comfortable friendship within which they were 100% honest, open and without shame. The other side of this was the sex, good lord the sex!

They held nothing back with one another and were entirely free. In the beginning they shared their deepest darkest secrets and discovered how sexually compatible they were. He knew her needs and kinks and loved her for them. Tonight however was for him. His desires that had held her willingly captive for months. So entirely invested to his pleasure she would do anything to please him. And please him she did, he was open with her in a way he hadn’t known before. Trusting her with his secrets and fantasies. She coveted them as her own. She adored him for trusting her.

He felt her nerves the moment she walked thru the door and was glad they still had time. He took her hand and led her to the bed kissing her gently. He knew how to calm her and had every intention of doing so. Laying her back, slowly removing Sivas Escort her clothes, she shuddered in his arms. His hands moved over her demanding her response. His mouth found her breast and he knew she was giving in to him. Her back arched and his hand found her sex slick and wanting.

He moved over her claiming her mouth, entering her so gently. He moved inside her in deliciously slow even strokes, his mouth leaving hers he whispered “come on babe, give in, you know it’ll make you feel better.” She moaned softly into his neck “that’s a good girl, cum for me” those words, her undoing, she relaxed completely and her orgasm started to build. He pushed deeper inside and pulled out of her, rewarding him with a gushing, screaming orgasm, “God Joel yes” filling her once more he found his own release. She clung to him afterwards relishing in this moment of being his.

There was a knock at the door, it was time! He threw his pants on and went to answer. Pulling his shirt and her panties on she gave a cursory look in the mirror and shrugged… Wandering out to meet the stranger. Introducing him self, we will call him Mr X, feeling his stare she dropped her eyes to her feet. His arm went around her almost protectively. “Don’t be shy babe, let’s go get a drink” he knows she loves the bar in the living room, he went ahead as she kneeled on the barstool.

In the mirror she saw Mr X coming up behind her. Her eyes found her lover and saw him nod, X ran his hands from her breasts around to her ass. Pushing up slightly on her ass X prodded her up, pulling the damp panties down around her knees. “There’s no need for these” X’s hand went inside her shirt cupping her tit. Her back arched involuntarily. She squirmed and suggested they move to the couch. Her panties fell to the floor as she stood up. “Boys you seem to be over dressed” she said grabbing the strong drink Joel had given her. Glancing over her shoulder she saw the two men disrobing.

X was Joel’s opposite in almost every way. Joel, tall and adorably sexy, has amazing lips and a muscular body. His cock is a perfect mix of long Sivas Escort Bayan and thick. He is also shaved smoothly. X was shorter and thin, his only noticeable muscles were on his abs. He has a deep v leading to a nicely trimmed dark patch. His cock was very thin and much smaller than Joel’s… She thought wickedly to herself how her lover will enjoy that cock. His clean shaven face was angular.

They followed her to the couch, and settled them selves. She went back to the bedroom to retrieve her cigarettes and made a stop to pee. Coming back to the living room she saw her lover bobbing on X’s cock. She went to him, kneeling in front of him she just watched for a moment, X’s head was tipped back eyes closed obviously enjoying him self. Joel was rock hard when her hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him she moved in to lick X’s balls. After a moment she brought her tongue up meeting him as he brought his mouth down on X. As he moved back up she caught him in a passionate kiss. They licked the cock together as if sharing an ice cream cone, eyes locked.

X pushed his hips forward to the edge of the seat and she took the whole cock balls deep in her mouth. Joel’s tongue met her at the balls. “Ride him babe” she stood and positioned herself on top of X facing away from him. Lowering herself Joel slid X’s cock in the wet pussy. Riding X was not enough for her and when Joel’s mouth found her clit she shuddered. X pulled her back against his chest kneading her tits roughly as Joel ran his tongue up the shaft that she was riding. When he licked her clit again she moaned, grinding down on X’s cock Joel’s tongue slipped inside her pussy. She put two fingers on her clit and started rubbing, her lovers tongue running up the cock and along the tender lips. X groaned with the contraction of her cunt. She ground on his cock milking him as she started to cum. Joel’s mouth pushed her hand away licking hard long strokes on her clit, when X felt the gush on hid balls he drove into her squeezing her tits painfully hard. X slipped out as she came and finished cumming in Joel’s mouth. Her Escort Sivas lover lapping up the mess she had just made brought her to a second gushing orgasm licking and sucking all evidence of X from her dripping pussy.

She finished her drink and helped herself to another, smoked a cigarette and say back on the chair enjoying the view of her lovers ass as X sucked his beautiful cock. Finishing her cigarette she took X’s hand and Joel’s leading him to the bed. Sitting at the edge of the bed legs spread wide she slid a finger inside her wet cunt, right hand grabbing her breast, she invited him between her legs. He knelt before her, spreading her wide for X to see, X reached out and shoved 2 fingers in her pussy, he fingered her roughly for a minute. X turned from her and went behind Joel using her cum to lube his ass. He moaned into her pussy as X finger fucked his ass, he reached up to the bedside table and handed X a bottle of astroglide.

He stood in front of her, teasing her with his cock, when he entered her X pushed him forward, bending him at the waist, also forcing him farther inside her. She was staring into his eyes as X entered him, there was a mix of sheer pleasure and pain, the noise he made was almost animal. He went still inside her, X was slowly working his cock all the was in. As he adjusted to the sensation his body relaxed and she felt his cock swell inside her. He filled her more completely than he ever had as X thrusted into him. He kissed her then, allowing X access to push deeper inside. He moaned into her ear, kissed her neck and started moving again, pushing into her he whispered “cum babe, cum for me” in a few strokes, moving in tandem with X she came, screaming her orgasm splashed between them.

He did not stop, fucking her even harder, and pushing hard against the now still X. She closed her eyes loving the sensation of him fucking her and himself at the same time. X grabbed his hips and pounded hard grunting. She smiled up at him, X was about to cum and she hoped feeling X fill him would push him over the edge. She not his bottom lip as X shouted announcing his orgasm. He went dead still inside her, really feeling X cum. When the first wave pumped inside him he lost control. He fucked her harder than anyone ever had, he came with her, biting her tit hard. They lay together shuddering catching their breath. She heard X open the door and leave.

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“This god damn fucking car!” I said to no one in particular. It just felt good to say it. We had been driving for over nine hours and I was just about at my limit for fuck ups. The air conditioning only seemed to worked for about 15 minutes per hour, and this hour’s fifteen had just ended. I lowered the driver side window.

Even though it was still morning and we were getting to higher elevation is was still unbearably hot. I looked over at Loren in the seat beside me. She had been sleeping ever since the sun came up five hours ago. She had the seat reclined and she was using her wadded up dress as a pillow. She was wearing only a gray cotton t shirt that she had pulled out of my back pack and the black lace panties from the night before. She had long ago abandoned her bra, silk stockings and high heeled shoes out the window as we drove over the bay bridge.

She looked incredibly sexy in the filtered sunlight. The soft gray fabric was stretched taut over her firm breasts and I could see the outline of her nipples showing. As hot as it was I wondered how her nipples could be that hard. I hoped that perhaps she was dreaming of my lips sucking on them.

Her arms were raised over her head and that pulled the shirt up high on her hips. Did I say she was sexy? I loved looking at her like this. Her thighs were silky soft and creamy white. I knew just how they would feel against my cheeks if I placed my face there because only 24 hours ago that’s exactly where I had been.

Yesterday morning we had stayed in bed all morning. We had found our own small piece of nirvana, which consisted of long rounds of sex interspersed with periods of slumber and a few moments where we fed each other the strawberries and wine we had bought the night before. Finally we made love slowly and passionately until the hotel maid threatened to call hotel security if we didn’t leave.

As if she was reading my mind, her right hand rose and she brushed her fingertips across her left breast. Her lips parted and it seemed as if she was going to say something. If she did the sound was obliterated by the noise of the wind rushing past the open window at 90 miles per hour. She shifted in her seat and the shirt was pulled tighter across her chest. I couldn’t help myself. I reached over and placed my right hand over her left breast.

A welcome shiver went through me as I felt the firm softness under my outstretched fingers. I could feel the erect nipple below my palm. After eight hours of gripping a steering wheel the softness felt exotic, sexy and amazing. I began to relax a little, the first time since the awful events of the night before in L.A. I started to think that maybe we might make it.

I started to feel that familiar stirring in my jeans as I slowly started to massage her tit. Loren Sivas Escort always made fun of my juvenile fascination with her boobs but underneath the humor I know that she enjoyed it. We had not been able to spend many nights together but it did not take her long to discover that laying my head on her chest was a sure way to get me to relax when it was time to sleep, and to get me hard any other time.

I felt the compressor kick in again and cool air started to blow from the vents in the old BMW 740 we were driving. I rolled up the window and the silence that followed was another welcome relief. She stirred under my hand and her eyes fluttered open.

“Hey babe,” she whispered. She placed her hand over mine on her chest. “Do we have any water?”

I reluctantly slid my hand from under hers and reached back behind her seat and retrieved the half-filled bottle of Evian. As she drank she pushed the lever that brought her seat into an upright position and she curled her feet under her as she sat up straight. I could see that there were still red stains on her ankles and shins. It was a grim reminder that what happened last night was not just an awful nightmare.

“Where are we?” she asked, looking out the window at our surroundings for the first time.

“We are about an hour from Mt. Shasta,” I replied.

“Christ!” she exclaimed after swallowing the last gulp of water. “How long have I been sleeping?”

It always cracked me up when she said that because I thought it was so ironic that a sweet Jewish girl like Loren would use the name of god’s supposed son to show surprise. There were a lot of things about Loren that were not typical and were certainly unexpected. But then again when you meet a hot dark haired Jewess at an existential church it’s only fair to think that normalness is not in the cards where a relationship is concerned.

“About five hours baby,” I explained. “You needed it. You have been through a lot and we didn’t sleep much last night.”

“How are you still awake babe?” She looked at me with doubt and concern.

“I bought some Adderall from a trucker this morning when I filled the tank. I gave him fifty dollars for five hits. I have taken two,” I placed my hand on her thigh. “I will be okay until we get to Shasta, but I know I am gonna crash hard then. We need to make sure that we have everything set before I pass out.”

“I think that you should slow down a little,” She said. “We don’t want to crash the fucking car now after all we have been through.” She took my hand and raised it to her lips and kissed each finger before placing it between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly and reclined her seat again just a little. The she placed her right hand over mine and pressed my fingers against the silky slickness of her Sivas Escort Bayan panties.

I started rubbing her softly through the fabric. Immediately I could feel that her wetness was soaking through. That must have been some dream that she had been having. Or maybe, like for me, it was just the unloading of the stress. Whatever the reason, it wasn’t long before her panties were soaked and I had a raging and uncomfortable hard on.

She uncurled her legs and spread her legs wider, raising her knees as she settled her seat back into the position it had been thirty minutes earlier. With her right hand she reached down and roughly yanked her panties away revealing her glistening pussy. She pushed my fingers hard against her clit and gyrated her hips.

“You need to pull off this Christ forsaken highway as soon as you can and fuck me!” She said while reaching over to squeeze my throbbing cock. She was fumbling with my zipper with her left hand with no success. Finally she leaned over and with both hands unzipped my jeans. She reached in and yanked my hard dick out of confinement and began to stroke it savagely. I now had both hands on the wheel while she painfully squeezed and jerked my cock with her left hand while massaging her vagina with her right.

As I said, Loren was an unusual woman.

The next exit was fortunately less than a mile up the highway. I followed the winding two lane road for about a quarter of a mile after exiting until I came to an intersection with a gravel road. I turned right and drove about 200 yards and pulled the car over into a grassy area covered with trees. I put the car in park and switched off the engine. For a moment we both just sat there. Loren had stopped jerking me off when we turned down the gravel road. The silence was overwhelming.

I turned to Loren and there were tears streaming down both of her cheeks. I leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips, and then on both of her eyes and her cheeks. I could taste her salty tears. I reached up and brushed her dark hair away from her face. I could feel the heat radiating from her body.

“Oh my god baby, what have we done?” She said as she put her arms around my shoulders and pulled me tight against her.

I continued to kiss her cheeks and whispered, “Only what we had to do.”

“Make love to me baby. Please just make love to me and make it all go away,” She said will weaving her fingers through my hair.

At first I tried to climb over the console separating us. BMW’s were just not built for this. I kissed her hard on the lips and leaned away from her and opened my door. I stepped out, stood up and walked around behind the car and opened her door. She had removed her panties. As I opened her door she twisted slightly and moved her right Escort Sivas leg until her foot was outside on the brown grass. She lay back with her head on the console and reached up for me with both hands.

I carefully lowered myself over her. As I did she reached down and guided my still throbbing cock inside of her. It was by far the most uncomfortable position that we had ever tried but somehow it worked. As I slid into her she let out a long sigh and pulled me down hard on top of her. She was able to wrap her left leg around me and I started slowly moving in and out. She started kissing my face as I slowly stroked and her breathing was hot and ragged as she started to sob.

“Baby that is so sweet,” She said. “Tell me that you love me. Tell me that I am yours forever. Tell me that everything is going to be okay.”

I started moving my hips faster and harder as I felt the passion build within me.

“Oh my god, Loren. Yes I love you more than anything. You are what I live for. I promise you that everything is going to be okay.” I figured that telling the truth on the first two things earned me the right to tell a white lie on the third. I had no idea what was going to happen to us.

“I love you and I love your cock in me,” She said between sobs as she started to orbit her hips to match my movements. “Please, please fuck me hard and don’t stop until you cum.”

I raised myself up with my right hand on the console so that I could pivot my hips and take full, hard strokes. I began to push into her hard. She was so wet that I could feel the spray on my groin and balls every time I slammed into her. Her sobs turned into cries.

“Baby…fuck me….Christ…harder…love me!” She cried between strokes.

Her fingers were still intertwined in my hair and she pulled her face up to mine and kissed me hard. She bit my lower lip and I tasted blood. She bit me again on the chin and it drove me into a furious assault on her tight pussy. I could feel my whole body begin to tense and I knew it would not be long.

Loren’s body was jerking uncontrollably beneath me as I slammed hard one more time and then grinded against her as I felt the hot cum gather and then rocket out of my cock. Loren gasped and her fingernails dug into my neck and shoulders.

My whole body went as tight as a steel cable stretched to the breaking point. I grunted hard with each release. One more hot spasm and I felt the release wash over me and my body went slack. I tried to catch myself but had absolutely no strength left to do anything. I slid out of the car and onto the straw like dried grass where we were parked.

I laid there for I don’t know how long. I could not think and I could not move. My eyes were open and I could see Loren’s painted toenails right in front of my face. Her occasional twitches caused them to dance and move in my vision. They were painted red…deep red…blood red. I could still taste blood in my mouth. Her ankles were stained crimson. There had been so much blood. I closed my eyes and let the darkness take me away.

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One year ago to this very day we met for the first time in the bar at the Hotel Intercontinental in London, and now we’re back, in a suite on the ninth floor. The décor is quintessentially English: flocked wallpaper and oils of hunting scenes on the walls, over-stuffed wing chairs, a quilted loveseat on either side of a tall oak armoire, and a king-sized, canopied four-poster against the far wall. The velvet curtains around the bed are a deep red, sharply contrasting the soft white of the cotton duvet covering the bed. A half-dozen candles throw a soft, rosy glow around the room.

As I enter I see that you’re wearing one of my work shirts – a white button-down Oxford cloth. It looks quite appealing on you; certainly better on you than it does on me. I like the look, though. There’s something very sensual about a woman in a man’s shirt; something about the allure of white cloth against bare skin, the accessibility of buttons going down the front, or maybe it’s just that fantasy of you grabbing the first thing you could find in my closet. Whichever it is, it’s a great look on you.

Erik Satie’s “Gymnopedies” is playing on the CD, a light piano backdrop wafting through the air. I lead you to a wing chair and beckon you to sit, to relax, to enjoy. Standing behind you, I run my hands through your hair, fingers spread, smoothing your thick blonde tresses as I caress your scalp. I massage your temples, gently play with your earlobes, and lightly run my fingertip over your lips. My fingers memorize each line I trace so that I can play it back in my thoughts later on. Reaching your shoulders, I firmly knead and press the strong muscles around the base of your neck and shoulders. I love that you work to keep yourself in shape; the feeling of your physical strength has always been a poignant counterpoint to your more submissive nature. I slide my hand under your chin and gently lift it, bringing your face to mine. I lightly brush my lips against yours as I hold your face to mine.

We kiss – gently, at first, then with growing intensity – lips parted, tongues dancing across teeth, mouths in perfect synchronization. My right hand slides down your neck, reaches the first fastened button on the shirt, and slowly undoes the button. I kiss you more deeply, biting at your lower lip and sucking it into my mouth. My hand moves down the shirt to the next button. My fingers brush through your cleavage as they find the closure; I feel a strong stirring of arousal deep within my groin. Your skin is so soft and I can feel your breathing lifting and expanding your ribcage under the shirt. I kiss your chin, your cheek and even the tip of your nose as I undo the next button down. My lips never leave your skin as I bring them down to your neck. I unbutton the next button, and then the next. As I kiss my way along the top of your shoulder I can see your firm breasts moving up and down under the soft white oxford cloth. With the shirt open nearly all the way, I can even see your stomach and diaphragm lifting and falling further down. As I reach the penultimate button I stop, come back around in front of you, and offer my hand. I escort you up and take you to the bed.

The Eroica Trio begin to play the opening movement of Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony. You lay back on the duvet, the shirt open to your navel, and I tell you once again to relax. This is all about you, I whisper. This is my turn to play and your turn to enjoy. I position a soft goose-down pillow under your head, move your arms out to the sides, and slowly brush stray strands of your hair from your face. I open the penultimate button. Your taut stomach is as smooth as the skin on your cheek. It slowly moves up and down in time to your breathing. I run my fingertips lightly up your torso – as lightly as I possibly can, just barely grazing your skin – from your navel up through your cleavage to the nape of your neck. My own breathing picks up. My eyes are locked on yours, unable to stray or leave your gaze. I slowly push one side of the shirt to the side so that it rests directly over your nipple. The result is almost coy, yet powerfully arousing. I open the other side in the same manner and then trail my finger back down to that final button still clinging to respectability. I delicately unbutton the button and draw the shirttail to the side. My gaze shifts to your scrupulously trimmed triangle of dark hair at the very delta of your mound. I want so very much to touch, but hold myself back. Patience, I tell myself, patience. Your body shifts slightly, revealing full lips between strong, supple thighs. Patience will be difficult.

I slide the palm of my hand back up your body and push the lapels of the shirt to either side. Your nipples are already hard, standing out nearly half an inch from your breasts like two erections. I move my hand over your entire breast, to the side and underneath, feeling the contrast in texture as my hand passes from your smooth skin to your hard nipple and then past. I note the subtle change in your expression as I slide over your nipple, so I retrace my path and smile at your show of pleasure. I take the very tip of my forefinger and lightly brush the tip of your nipple. I Sivas Escort flick it gently back and forth, taking my own delight in the way it springs back. I press gently on it and hear a soft murmur escape your lips. Your pleasure is giving me pleasure as well; my cock grows hard as I continue to tease your nipple. Using two fingers, I roll your nipple around and gently pull on it, letting it snap back. I squeeze, and hearing you moan softly, squeeze harder. Your thighs press together, and I squeeze again, delighting in your response. I drag my fingers down the slope, between your breasts and up to the other nipple, where I repeat the same process. Each time I touch you and see your response I’m compelled to continue. I love your reaction, I love your pleasure, and I love arousing you.

The music changes again: “Adagio for Strings” by Samuel Barber comes on. The music is hauntingly harmonic, then discordant. My left hand continues to stimulate and arouse your nipple while my right hand starts slow, lazy circles down the center of your torso. When I reach your navel, I stop to trace concentric circles around and around, each getting larger then the previous one. My finger brushes through your short pubic hairs and I smile when I see your stomach contract slightly. I draw a very light line from the top edge of your hair up to your navel, and then re-trace it back down. This draws a low murmur from you. My left hand circles your nipple, pulls it up, and then releases it. I trace the line again, up and back, noting your same response. The next time I draw the line back down over your mound I don’t stop when I reach your hair; my finger continues down between your thighs. Your lips are full, swollen, and slightly wet. I trace an exquisitely delicate line down over the top of your labia, down one side and back up the other, smiling as you spread your thighs apart a little more. I gently caress each side, touching the base, near your thigh, and then the tip. When I draw my finger directly up the center, I notice how your lips flare apart, as though asking for deeper penetration. When I reach the apex I see how your clitoris has grown erect and protrudes shyly from beneath its hood. I gently flick across the sensitive bud, increasing pressure minutely each time I go back and forth. Soft whispers escape your lips, urging me on. Patience, I remind myself. Using two fingers, I slide my fingertips back down the tops of your lips. On the way back up, I spread them wide apart, exposing your pink slit and erect clit. I reach the top again and press your lips together directly over your clit. Your response is immediate and satisfying: a moan that starts from deep within your body reaches the surface. I repeat the movement, spreading your lips wider and pressing harder at the top. On the next pass down between your thighs I spread your lips and then drag my middle finger directly down the middle.

When I reach your vaginal opening I stop to press my finger against the hole, pressing enough to fill the opening but not enough to penetrate. I release the pressure and hear a delicious sucking sound, feeling your muscles close around my finger. I press again and release with the same effect. I begin to methodically press and release, press and release, never penetrating inside but noticing how aroused it makes you. My finger is soon wet with your juices. I place my thumb down on your clit and apply pressure as I continue to press and release against your hole. My left hand never stops; I squeeze your nipple, pull it, extend it to its limit and then release it. It stays hard – harder than I can believe possible – and I ache to take it into my mouth, to suckle it, bite it, flick it with my tongue and hear your responses. My right hand moves faster against you, increasing in rhythm and pressure. My finger becomes soaked to the point of spilling over your lips and dribbling down the inside of your thigh. I hear your breathing quicken, feel your kegel muscles contract, and feel you press against my finger as I continue to rim you. You whisper for more, urge me to give you more of my finger. This, however, is merely the beginning; I am just getting started.

As the first strains of Bach’s famous “Air on a G-String” begin, I slip my entire finger inside you. I can hear your breathing increase as I begin to slide my finger in and out. My own breathing quickens just watching my finger disappear and then re-appear, wet, warm, and sticky. My cock is hard and throbbing. My left hand massages your entire breast and flicks your nipple back and forth. Your thighs are beginning to tremble. I hear you urge me on, asking me to go faster and harder. My eyes are riveted to your sex. I finger fuck you harder, faster, deeper. Your lips – swollen, wet and flared wide open – drip with your juices. I want so badly to have you in every way. I want so much to replace my finger with my cock and feel your muscles grip my shaft. My finger pounds even harder, my palm slapping your lips each time I thrust in, my hand dripping each time my finger comes out. I ache to have you. I can feel your pussy closing around me.

I insert a second finger, then a third. Fucking you faster Sivas Escort Bayan and faster, your hoarse breathing getting more and more ragged, the sucking, slurping sound of your cunt getting louder and louder as you get wetter and wetter… I’m having trouble staying focused here. This is all about your pleasure, yet I’m feeling my balls tighten with each thrust. I urge you to let go. I want you to cum all over my hand. I whisper how much I want to fuck you until you orgasm, tell you how much I plan to fuck your cunt with my fingers, my mouth, my cock – whatever you want, wherever you want. I beg you to cum for me. I pump, I thrust, I pound my hand against your sex almost savagely, physically urging you to climax. My left hand tightens around your nipple and extends it to its maximum as my finger pistons in and out of you. I watch, I pump, and I see you reach the top – and then over. I thrill when you climax. I nearly climax myself as I watch you contort, twitch, squirm and jolt. You moan, low and guttural at first, then louder and more frenzied as you let it take you. I hold my fingers deep inside you as you climax again. My hand drips with your cum and your pussy glistens. You jolt again, freeze, and jolt a final time. And then you sink back on the bed, spent – for the moment.

Your climax – and reactions – has only whetted my appetite. I ask you quietly to roll over on your stomach, and then I strip off first the work shirt you wear, and then my own clothing. My cock stands at full attention as I straddle your thighs. Your back glistens with a light sheen of sweat and your chest still rises and falls in a steady rhythm. I slowly massage your shoulders, your back and your waist, letting your breath return.

Sting starts into “Fragile” as I begin to massage your ass. All of that jogging has kept it firm and tight. I move my thighs between yours, spreading you wide apart. Your sex is still swollen and deeply pink, and it gleams with a mixture of your sweat and cum. When I lightly touch your lips you breathe in sharply – you’re still ultra-sensitive there, I see. However, as I place my finger against your vaginal opening you relax and murmur a satisfied moan. Quickly, your juices begin to flow again. I bring my finger to my mouth to taste your honey, savoring the slightly salty-sweet, sticky cum that nearly drips from my fingertip. As before, I press against your opening with a regular rhythm, not enough to penetrate but enough to engorge your sex further and increase your wetness. Your pussy is quickly drenched with your liquids, and I take more on my finger to slide up between your cheeks and around your anus. I notice your pleased response when I tease your back door; you press against my finger and slightly lift your hips as though to invite me in there.

I slide my finger back down to continue the pressure against your cunt and slowly begin to increase the speed. My left hand massages your left cheek, rubbing and kneading the hard muscles. As your breathing quickens I press faster and slightly harder. You start to moan in a low tone, giving in to the next climax that is building inside. As I press faster and harder, my other hand massaging your cheek in continual circles around and around the hemisphere. Just as you start to tighten your thighs against mine and your breath begins to get hoarse, I bring my left hand down on your ass with a sharp CRACK! and I plunge two fingers hard into your cunt. Your response is immediate and wonderful. You yelp, then press back against my hand. I slide my fingers out, massage your cheek a bit more, and then bring my hand down hard on your ass again as I ream your cunt again with two fingers. Your cheek has a lovely pink tone to it where I spanked you, matching the color of your pussy where my fingers are thrusting in and out. I massage your other cheek, bring my hand up and then down sharply on the other cheek, ramming my fingers to the hilt into your dripping wet cunt. I hold my fingers there for a moment, and then slowly slide them out.

A flamenco tune, played by Julian Bream, starts up on the CD. I’m so turned on that I can hardly contain myself, but I remember that this is all for you. I slip my thumb into your drenched cunt and slowly move it in and out. Then, sliding it slowly up between your ass cheeks, I press on your anus as I slip my forefinger and middle finger back into your vagina. I press my thumb harder, letting the liquid from your pussy act as a lubricant, and my thumb slips into your ass. A wonderful groan greets my actions and you move slightly back against my hand. I press my fingers harder into both your holes and you press even harder against them. When my fingers are inside you as far as they will go, I begin to slowly fuck you from both ends, concurrently sliding in and out. Visions of us fucking in every possible way, in every possible position, swim in my head. I see my cock replacing my thumb in your ass, see me fucking that tight orifice savagely and hear you crying out for more. I see us wrapped in carnal ecstasy and surrendering every taboo thought to our lovemaking. I suddenly realize how hard my fingers are banging into you, but your rapid breathing Escort Sivas and low keening moan make me realize you’re rapidly moving towards another climax. In low, raspy tones, I urge you on, tell you to cum again for me, plead with you and command you to let go and cum all over my hand. Almost on cue, your body contorts and I feel the iron grip of your kegel muscles around my fingers. Your ass tightens, you thrust your hips backward and I feel the warm gush of liquid over my palm. I continue to thrust and ream your openings, pumping even faster and harder until I feel you tighten again. Your breathing is ragged, your body tense with fantastic desire for more. I piston my fingers in and out, over and over again until you climax once more.

Natalie MacMaster starts up a lively Celtic fiddle tune as I roll you over to your back. Your breasts heave up and down – your nipples still taut – and I long to place my erect cock between those lovely breasts and fuck them until ropes of sticky, stringy cum jettison up over your neck and face. My patience is waning, but I continue my mantra: this is all about you. I slowly massage your thighs, your hips and your stomach until your breathing slows down. I bend over and kiss your mouth gently, just touching my lips to yours. I kiss my way around your chin to one earlobe, suckle it gently, and then back around to the other. My tongue traces a line all around your ear, flicking and licking its way to your cheek. I kiss your cheek, your nose, your other cheek, and then your lips. I kiss my way down the nape of your neck, nibbling here and there as though to taste you. You are salty and sweet; you taste of exertion and pleasure. I kiss your collarbones and shoulders, then your upper arms down to your elbows. I gently extend your arms above your head and kiss your smooth armpits, licking and kissing my way back around to your side. Then, slowly, I kiss my way up the side of your breast, underneath and through your cleavage, and under the other breast. I flatten my tongue against your globe and lick tenderly up to your nipple, taking it into my mouth and gently sucking it. It is so very rigid in my mouth. I flick it back and forth with my tongue, delighting in the way it snaps back, and gently pull it with my teeth.

I let my tongue trail down the inside curve of your breast and across to your other nipple, where I gently suck and nibble it to full erection. I suck it – as you would suck my cock – going down completely to your full breast and sliding back up to the very tip, fellating your nipple and urging it to a climax. Your hips rise and fall under me, in unison with both the music and my mouth. I suck harder, teeth now scraping along the erect sides of your nipple. When I suddenly bite down – albeit gently – your body shivers and shudders in the beginnings of yet another climax. I pull on your nipple harder with my teeth and you spasm once again, deliciously moaning a desperate plea for more. I suck your entire nipple into my mouth and reach over to pinch the other, pressing my thumb and forefinger together until I fear they will meet in the middle; and you beg for more. I bite down again and twist your other nipple nearly completely around and your hips jerk, your stomach contorts and I realize that you need to cum. Straddling your torso now, I reach down to take both nipples in between my fingers and I twist, pinch, pull and torture your tender points until I hear you cry out – not in pain, but in the pleasure of your climax.

Beethoven’s Ninth – the final movement, masterfully depicted by the Orchestre des Champs Elysees – begins to play, the sweet low strains building note upon note as they weave and merge. Your breathing is hoarse and ragged, your body still trembling from the multitude of orgasms you’ve had, your skin wet with perspiration and shining in the dim light. I slip my hand around your wrist and gently bring it up to the headboard where I firmly tie it fast with a silk scarf. You don’t resist, partially out of exhaustion and partially, I think, out of erotic curiosity. I tie the other wrist as well, and then proceed to spread your thighs wide apart and fasten your ankles securely in a similar manner with scarves to the baseboard below. Your body now lies before me spread-eagled and exposed completely.

Kneeling next to you, I take my cock into my hand and begin to masturbate over your face. Your eyes are riveted on my strokes, watching every movement of my hand as it slides up my shaft to the very tip and then back down to my groin. Every so often I see you lick your lips as if you taste each measured stroke with your tongue and swallow each motion down. I switch hands and, with my free hand, I reach down between your thighs. Your labia are full, swollen and wet, and your clitoris is hard and distended beyond its hood. When I touch your clit you jerk slightly; you are still ultra-sensitized and I feel that only a few strokes there will bring you to another climax. However, your body accepts my touches and soon your entire crevice is slippery again with your sexual juices. I stroke a little harder, seeing your eyes get wider as my cock grows to fullness before them, and I bring the head down and caress your lips with it, across and around. When you open your mouth to receive the head I slap your clit lightly; the sudden sharpness of my hand on your sensitive knob makes you gasp, makes your mouth open wide, and I slide the head of my cock into your mouth.

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Roxy squatted down before pushing the equipment and weights back up. She had decided to join the gym for different reasons. She was clad in hot pink sports bra and short black spandex shorts. All alone in the hole-in-the-wall gym she felt free to do what pleased her. She had the music cranked up and rocking. She practiced her old strip moves to keep her fresh, even though she’d had no need to use them in years. The mirror reflected back her hips swaying and her breasts being rubbed. She enjoyed the privacy.

Rick propped himself against the door frame. He heard the music blaring as he let himself in. He didn’t, however, expect to get a show as we watched the woman move to the groove of the music. Rick had seen her before and remembered the pure sexual desire that oozed out of her with very movement. He didn’t want to disrupt the show, he’d rather become a part of it but he had other things that needed to be taken care of.

Roxy stopped dancing after the song finished. She turned and picked up where she left off in her routine. Jumping when she saw the male figure staring at her Roxy had seen him before but he looked good today in his tight black t-shirt around his tan body and dirty blond hair. The man’s face was long like his body which was tall and lean. It seemed pleased and amused right now. “Enjoy the show?” she asked sarcastically.

“I’d be lying if I said no,” he replied while pushing away from the door frame.

“Good to know I haven’t lost my touch,” she retorted as she moved to the next weight machine. She sat down, moving the pin to the proper weight limit, and setting the cushions to rest against the outside of her thighs she was ready to begin. Slowly Roxy spread her legs apart, feeling the burn in her muscles, before gradually bringing them back together. Her gaze remained low and steady on the man across the room. She could tell he was watching her in the mirror as he worked his already muscular biceps. Another song came on that gave Roxy the ability to move slowly and steady as she oozed sex. Smiling to herself she saw him fumble with the weights.

“You’re a very bad distraction for a man. Do you know that?” Rick asked. Roxy laughed. “That’s not funny.”

“Well if you want to make it even feel free to do so,” she smirked.

He walked over to her to stand towering over her. “And how do you propose I do that?” he raised a brow.

“Well-“she paused. “What’s your name?”

“Rick.”

“Hi, I’m Roxy,” she greeted. “Well Rick, you look like a smart man, I think you can figure something out.”

He did, leaning down he took her hand and cupped it around his hardening dick. “Is this good enough?”

She like what she felt. “Unless that’s all you got you better hope no one else comes in here.”

“Oh baby, that ain’t all I got.”

The door closed and he jumped away from her like a child in trouble. A man entered and smiled in greeting at the both of them. Rick walked awkwardly back to his spot as he tried to disguise his fully erect penis. He looked back at Roxy, who had moved to another machine, working her calves then placing the brace back under the weights she rested. She looked back at him and took the handle of the machine, that was long and thick like a penis, in her hand, she slid it up and down, licking her lips and watching Rick.

He Tekirdağ Escort looked back intently, imagining his penis was in her hands instead. Rick worked harder to hide his erection. More and more he wished they were alone.

“She’s a hottie, isn’t she?” the other man spoke as he watched the two exchange looks.

Rick was startled but quickly recovered himself. “Yea, she is.”

“Are you two together?”

“No but I wish we were.”

The other man chuckled, “If only I weren’t married.” His cell phone rang and after what sounded like an emergency he excused himself.

“Finally, we’re alone,” Roxy spoke as she walked over to Rick.

He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. “Yes we are,” he kissed her neck. “Now what do we do?”

She laughed a little, “I’ve never done it in a gym before.”

His hands moved to the sides of her breasts. “I haven’t either but there’s a first time for everything.”

Her hips grinded against his throbbing penis, “Well, let’s get it on already. I’ve got a work out to finish.”

Rick guided her to a workout bench and laid her down. Leaning over her he rubbed a hand over her crotch. She returned the favor while her other hand brought his lips to meet hers. Rick flinched back like he’d been struck; he looked over to see two young guys walking in. Quickly he acted like he was helping her lift weights.

“Do we need to go somewhere more private?” Roxy asked, playing along with his charade.

“No, this will just give me reason to tease you when they’re not looking,” he looked down and grinned devilishly at her.

She licked her lips in anticipation, and then pretended to nip at his crotch. Roxy grinned as he stared at her with a raised brow. “What? I won’t bite,” she teased. “Well, not too hard.”

“Uh huh,” he replied while quickly twisting her nipple when the guys weren’t looking. Laughing as she smacked him in retaliation but arching her chest as he rubbed it to relieve the pain.

“Let’s move to the opposite side to get away from those guys,” Roxy suggested. She stood in front of him quickly grabbing and massaging his testicles and twitching cock.

“Keep that up and I’m going to forget about our audience.”

“I’m game baby.”

“Come on over here,” Rick grabbed her by the arm and brought her to the other side of the gym. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that they were being watched in the mirror. He couldn’t wait for them to leave but if this kept up he might cum at the playing and anticipation. Rick sat her down at the pull down machine and after setting her weight he watched her slowly pull the bar down to her chest before letting it back up.

“I’m feeling the burn,” Roxy laughed.

Rick was too busy watching her sports bra ride up. Teasing him into thinking it’d reveal her plump bosom to him. Looking over to the other guys to see that they were no longer paying attention he reached his hands down to rub along her body. He watched her reaction in the mirror as he slowly moved them along the sides of her core. Gently teasing and caressing the edge of her breasts. “What are you feeling now?”

“I feel like those boys are going to get a real good show if you don’t stop or they don’t leave.”

He smiled, “There are some things that I like to keep a private Tekirdağ Escort Bayan matter.”

“Well then, you better stop.”

“I will, for now,” he stepped back and worked his muscles on the equipment next to her.

On they went for the next hour, working out and teasing each other sexually. Finally they were alone again. Roxy was doing her hack squats when Rick came over. He ran his hands over her body, rubbing fiercely over her breasts. Hurriedly he moved down to her crotch and slipped his hand inside to rub over her clit.

Roxy moaned, all the build up in anticipation had made her very wet and highly sensitive. “Oh yes, that’s the spot.” Her hand reached to pull out his cock and begin jerking him off.

“Shit!” he exclaimed. He started thrusting a little in her hand in urgency. “You need to get up and come here.” He led her over to the work out benches and bent her over. Rick pulled her shorts down then stuck two, then three, fingers in her. He pumped hard and quickly he felt her wetness grow as she came.

“Fuck yea! I want your cock in me so bad,” Roxy urged.

Rick got into position then slid his cock in her slow and easy, making her move her hips faster. Gradually he increased his pace. He picked her leg up and held it while she held onto her breasts as he pounded her pussy. “You like that baby?”

“Oh yes!” Roxy yelled. “Harder!” He put a foot on the bench to thrust deeper in her while taking a handful of hair and pulling it back. He leaned over to get as close to her ear as possible. “How’s that, you like that bitch?”

Roxy believed his mood change was going to be something like she was going to enjoy. “Shit! Oh, make me scream!”

With that he jerked her up by her hair then slammed her against the weight rack as her head hit the mirrored wall. Rick’s mouth clamped down on her breast as one of his hands came up around her neck and squeezed. His other hand came up around her waist to pull her pussy against and rub his penis. Roxy put one of her hands on the wall as a brace while the other grabbed his manhood and she began to play.

“Get on your knees and suck it,” Rick ordered.

Roxy carefully kneeled down to avoid knocking off the free weights. She took all of him she could in her mouth. His hand came up to the back of her head to push her farther. Gagging, Roxy fought herself free, to get her breath before returning. She took him inside her mouth again and while slowly pulling out she grazed her teeth against his penis. Hearing him hiss she grinned to herself before doing the same thing to each of his testicles.

“Quit playing and suck it,” he ordered impatiently.

“Lemme do it my way or you can forget the whole damn thing,” Roxy retorted, snapping.

“Fuck it then,” Rick pulled her up by her hair. “Come over here.”

“Let me go bastard,” Roxy fought her way loose. It was getting time to show her strong side. Stepping in front of him she grabbed a handful of his genitals and squeezed fiercely. “Now we play my way.” Pulling him behind her, Roxy brought him over to one of the sitting chairs with a holding bar frame built around it. She pushed him down before leaning over him. Her hand came around his dick and roughly she began jerking him off.

“Oh shit,” Rick moaned.

“Don’t just sit Escort Tekirdağ on your ass, make yourself useful,” Roxy ordered. “Finger me, devour my tits, something.”

“And if I don’t?” Rick questioned, rebelling.

“I’ll give you my own brand of a sex change.”

“Show me how violent you think you can get,” he challenged.

With that a switch flipped inside Roxy. Her mouth covered one of his testicles and her teeth bit down hard in a half hearted attempt to sever it. She grinned as he moved and flinched at the pain. For spite Roxy moved her jaw from side to side to add to the pain.

“Son of a bitch!” Rick yelled as his hand came across her cheek. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

Roxy took his balls and cock in her hands, gripped tightly, then yanked them hard towards her. “Look motherfucker, you pushed me and now I’m playing my way. If you don’t like it then I suggest you shut the fuck up and act like you ain’t any good-for-nothing asshole. Or I will turn you into a crying little bitch, you understand me?” She looked straight at him, talking low and dangerously.

He laughed in disbelief but was interrupted as Roxy’s hand came across his face hard. She sat on him, pushing his cock up in her. Quickly she started bouncing up and down on it, bracing her hands on the rail behind him. Again she smiled as his hands came around to cup her bottom before smacking it hard. His fingernails roughly scratched so that Roxy knew she they would surely leave raised marks. She leaned in further to tempt his mouth into taking in her breasts. Flinching she felt his teeth on one of her nipples as he bit down hard. The pain felt good to Roxy and in retaliation hers came to the nape of his neck as she bit and sucked. She moved her hands to his shoulders to dig her nails in his skin. Roxy wanted to leave her mark everywhere on this bastard.

Rick’s hands rested on either of her sides to guide her up and down. His guidance was to urge her on while his mouth feasted on her upper body. His hips started thrusting to push them both faster and harder to the edge. He had wanted something for a long time and now he knew what he needed, a good bout of rough and ready sex to get some of that frustration out.

Roxy arched up as she felt her orgasm building up before exploding. She raked her nails hard across his shoulders then moved them up to cup her breasts. She knew he was getting close to erupting as he left his mark on her hips. Both thrust harder in sync to hurry to their heated finish. One last hard push and they exploded in orgasmic glory. Rick grabbed her, wrapping his arms tight around her, and pulled her to him fiercely to hold on and fully empty himself. The pain it was causing Roxy made her retaliate by sinking her teeth in his neck.

“Shit, bitch!” he yelped at the pain of her teeth.

“You were breaking me into.”

He shoved her off his lap which sent her into the mirrored wall. “I got mine and you got yours,” he stated.

“Fantastic observance skills,” she remarked while grabbing up her things.

“Shut the fuck up smartass,” he barked as he made his way to the bathroom.

Roxy smiled evilly as she searched for his cash. Finding it she took it all after getting dressed. She stuffed his clothes in the cubby holes before moving equipment in front of the door to keep him from getting out without help.

Later that night while getting ready for bed she looked at herself in the mirror. Bruises covered her body and though she wondered if she had bit off more than she could chew she enjoyed the marks. She wondered if he ever got out of the bathroom.

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While Chris was visiting me, the sex was practically non-stop. We did it on the front porch numerous times, the kitchen counter, the back patio, in the laundry room, and at least once in every room of the house, not counting the bedroom, where to count how often would be impossible. We could not get enough of each other. We were consumed with passion, and even when we were sore and tired from all the sex, we would do it again.

In between those times, Chris and I talked about everything except where this relationship would go. Aside from words whispered during sex the first time, when he arrived, there was no more discussion of the matter, though I could tell that like me, Chris was thinking about it.

In the most subtle manner I could, I tried to sell him on Louisiana. I took him into New Orleans, showed him all the sights, the bars, and briefed him on the history of this great state. I had him drinking mint juleps, eating real Cajun food, and learning how to understand the accents.

Despite all the fun we had, however, the questions loomed over us like a dark shadow. At night, when we would finally go to sleep, we would hold each other with an intensity almost comparable to sex, each of us wanting to say something, but giving in to the silence. It became a source of deep frustration for me, and I knew that at some point before he left, we would sit down and have a serious talk.

I had no idea that it would come about the way that it had.

It was early morning, and I had just called in for a substitute to cover my classes for the next three days, for Chris had four days left in Lousiana. We were still in bed, cuddling quietly, and my fingers were tracing over the skin of his thigh, teasing him into a hard-on. I had risen that day with a need to have him in my mouth, feeling his cock throb as he came down my throat.

My fingers brushed over his heavy balls, producing a shudder from us both, and he leaned his head over to kiss me – one of those deep, wet kisses that could melt a glacier. I took hold of his cock, feeling it stiffen in my hand, squirming a little as the arousal built up within me. “I’m going to suck your dick,” I told him in a soft whisper, licking and nibbling away from his lips, down his throat.

He moaned low, stretching to allow me to kiss my way down his tattooed body. I was stroking his cock to full erection, the feel of it in my hands a pleasure in and of itself that made me a little crazy.

The phone began to ring as I let my tongue linger over one of his nipples. “Ignore it,” I whispered, letting my breath wisp over the rigid nipple. Chris quivered.

I stroke more intensely, my grip tightening around the thick, rigid cock Sivas Escort as the answering machine clicked on. The male voice was familiar, and though I tried to ignore it, it was sickening to me.

“Darlin’, I need to talk to you. Meet with me this Saturday? It’s important. I miss you.”

I felt the grip of strong hands on my shoulders as Chris pulled me up, and I lost my grip on him as his eyes bored into mine. “That’s the ex boyfriend?”

I nodded, hating the ex boyfriend for ruining the mood. “Jeff’s been trying to get me back since we broke up. That’s his monthly call.”

“Do you ever hook up with him anymore?” There was fear in Chris’ expression.

“We have lunch once in a while, but it doesn’t go beyond that.” I gave him a puzzled look. “You aren’t worried, are you?”

He held me tightly to him for a long moment, kissing my neck lightly before he replied. “Of course, I am worried. I trust you, but considering how long it’s been since you broke up, the idea of his still trying to get you back bothers me.”

I raised my head, meeting his eyes. “He won’t get me back, Chris, whether you are in the picture or not.” I paused, sighing as I blurted. “What’s going to happen once you are gone, Chris? What are we going to do about us?”

“Come to California,” he replied, leaving a trail of kisses down the side of my face. “Come out and I swear you won’t regret it. I just want to be with you. You make me happy. I want you to be happy with me.”

My eyes filled with tears. “I have a career here. Five years in the school system. Why don’t you transfer your credits to LSU. There’s plenty of places you can work…” I stopped, my bottom lip starting to tremble.

“My family. My mom has cancer…” he trailed off. “You can teach in California, can’t you?”

“I’ll think about it,” I told him, meaning each word. “I don’t want to be without you.”

He nodded, his own eyes wet. “Do something for me, though, until that decision is made?”

“Anything.”

“Let me have the peace of mind of knowing that you won’t see your ex anymore-for any reason.” He looked almost ashamed to ask it of me. “I’m not the jealous type normally, but I can’t stand this, not when I’ll be so far away.”

Part of me was ready to agree. I had no desire to see him. Another part of me raged. “You don’t trust me.” It wasn’t a question.

Two fingers pressed lightly to my lips, and he choked on his words, a tear escaping. “I love you. I’ve never felt this way for anyone, and it scares me because I don’t think I can handle losing you. I look at you and my heart leaps. I touch you and it drives me crazy. Talking to you is easy, and you are so smart, so pretty, Sivas Escort Bayan so perfect, that anything standing between us in any way is a perceived threat to the one thing I want and need most in the world right now. I know it’s insecure. I know that it seems I don’t trust you, but I wouldn’t love you if I didn’t trust you. Believe that if nothing else.”

“You really love me?” I had to smile, and though all he said to me was touching, that he admitted his love for me was something I felt I could live on for the rest of my days.

“Yes, I do. Don’t think that I am not considering a move down here, either. It’s just something we have to play by ear, I think. But not for too long.” He kissed my lips gently.

“I do love you, Chris,” I told him. “And if it truly makes you feel at ease, I won’t see him this weekend, though I would have said differently in any other situation.”

“I want you all for me. He gets off on seeing you. He gets off on you. Anyone that persistent is capable of more, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

Chris hit a nerve. He was right. The ex had always been a little erratic in the stability department, but I did not confirm that fear. “I’m yours, no matter what,” I said, silencing any response with a deep kiss, my hand slipping between his legs once more. He was hard again, and I wanted him in my mouth now.

I pulled away from the kiss, sliding myself on top of him in a classic 69 position. His tongue was between my legs immediately, and I took him into my mouth as deeply as I could, suckling his cock as though it were the last Pepsi in the desert. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, pulling my ass cheeks apart even as his tongue stabbed into my pussy.

I felt the shudder start deep from within. His tongue flickered in and out of my pussy with lightning speed, delving as deep as it could and then sliding slick along my swollen lips. I took him hungrily, jacking him off as I sucked, moaning around his cock and spitting on it, making it as slick as I was.

We were in heaven. His thumb slipped into my ass as I came, and I never broke my own stride as I rode his face, the tickle of his morning stubble sending the release to new and different heights. My moans seemed to vibrate around his cock, and he tensed beneath me only a second before his seed shot into my mouth. I swallowed every last bit of it.

But we weren’t done.

Chris very suddenly flipped me over on my back, looming over me as his fingers stabbed into my still sensitive pussy. “That ass is mine and I’m going to have it right now,” he growled. “I want you to remember this every time that guy calls you.”

His fingers slipped Escort Sivas out, covered in my juices, and there was no tenderness involved when he swung my legs up onto his shoulders, leaning close enough to slip those same fingers deep into my ass. I cried out, the move unexpected, unable to help the squirming.

Never had I taken a cock up my ass, though the fantasy was there, and I could think of no one better to fulfill it than my sweet Chris. I watched with wide eyes as his cock worked itself into a semi-hard state, his other hand slapping lightly at my pussy, rubbing teasingly over my clit.

“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” He asked me, looking briefly as though he might fear the answer.

“No,” I breathed, the fear and anticipation in my expression cluing him in to the fact that I was being utterly truthful.

He finger fucked my ass with two fingers, slow at first, but building up speed. “Good, because it’s mine to fuck. It’s mine to tease. I love your ass.”

I writhed, desire taking over any fears I had. He was rigid now, and when his fingers moved from my ass and his cock pressed forward, I knew that I could take it. “Go slow,” I begged.

He smiled down at me, pushing in slowly. The pain was almost too much. I started to beg him to stop, changing my mind four times before any words came out, but even those words were lost as the thick head of his cock slipped in. I screamed, squirming as he took me. I don’t know that he would have stopped had I protested. It didn’t matter. Once he was in, fucking me for all he was worth, I was loving it.

“Play with your clit for me,” he gasped, slamming his cock into me mercilessly. “Touch those lovely tits while I fuck your ass.”

I obeyed, the loss of control stimulating for me, sending electric shivers throughout my squirming little self. My fingers slid as they touched my pussy I was so wet, and as I began to rub fiercely at my engorged clit, my other hand cupping a breast, pinching at a nipple, I managed to gasp, “Like that?”

“Just. Like. That.” The pain mingled with intense pleasure, and I loved it.

“Fuck me harder,” I begged. “Hard as you can.”

He complied, his cock sliding almost completely out and pounding into my ass roughly. My pussy was as wet as I had ever felt it, and I fixed my eyes on his. “Come with me. I want to feel you come in my ass while I am coming.” I was so close now, and his eyes widened at my words. We had come together before, and my demanding it of him was all he needed to synchronize with me.

Hot sperm jetted into my ass as we both came. He never slowed his pace, and I never slowed mine. I was nearly hanging from his shoulders as I writhed through the most intense orgasm I had experienced to date. He was kissing the insides of my calves, licking and biting, whimpering as he finally slowed down, leaving himself lodged inside.

“Mine,” he whispered, breath hot on my leg.

“Always.” I breathed, smiling up at him.

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Special thanks to the anonymous jerk who made the rude comment on Colleen and the Leg Trick. I hope you like the cameo I gave your remark here!

(Fair warning to everyone else: this story also involves a hairy-legged woman. If that’s not your thing, don’t say I didn’t warn you.)

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Laurie wasn’t very happy when she heard her father was marrying Teddy Piggott’s mother.

Granted, high school was six years ago now and Teddy probably was no longer the snivelling little nerd she remembered. But he was still Teddy Piggott.

Teddy the Pig — the other boys had made him cry with that name all through elementary school, and the poor thing had been branded for life by the time they’d gotten to junior high. Laurie, herself a bubbly extrovert who’d been in with the beautiful people in the junior high lunchroom, remembered poor old Teddy sitting alone most of the time. She remembered him having a crush on her best friend, Jeanne (as, to be fair, did most of the boys sooner or later) and she remembered the good laugh they’d all had about it around their lunch table when he’d worked up the nerve to ask her to the eighth grade dance and Jeanne had said no in no uncertain terms.

She remembered high school — Teddy, poor old introverted Teddy, forcing himself to participate in class even though it was obviously murder for him, Teddy going out for the school paper and French club and math club and the choir and she didn’t even know what else, and of course never asking Jeanne or any of her friends out again. Laurie could hardly blame him for that, of course. Teddy making the honor roll again and again, and getting into some big Midwestern university — she remembered that too.

Laurie was happy for all Teddy’s suffering paying off in the end, of course, and she was more than a little bit ashamed in retrospect of how she and her friends had treated him. But he was still Teddy the Pig, and who wanted to be related to him?

She had, admittedly, been pleasantly surprised at the wedding last fall, when she’d seen Teddy for the first time in six years. Gone was the greasy-haired awkward kid in favour of a poised, fairly handsome young man with a nice sharp haircut, who could fill out a tuxedo quite well. If the awkwardness wasn’t entirely gone, Laurie had to admit that might have been nothing more than his memory of how she and her friends had treated him.

It hadn’t helped that Jeanne had been at the wedding too, or that she hadn’t matured much at all since high school. “Can’t believe you’re a Pig-in-law now, Laurie,” she’d teased as they’d both eyed Teddy from a safe distance at the reception.

“Come on, Jeanne, that’s mean,” Laurie had said. “We’re not children anymore, all right?”

“Oh, like you weren’t thinking the same!” Jeanne had shot back. “I mean look at him, still tall and gangling and you just know if he hadn’t locked that hair down with gel it’d look like he just got out of bed.”

“But he did, and it doesn’t, Jeanne. Come on.”

“Hey, at least you don’t have to live with the humiliation of him asking you out!” Jeanne had pressed on mercilessly.

“What humiliation? Jeanne, we humiliated him!”

“Oh, that’s your problem, Laurie, you’re ashamed.” Jeanne had downed the last of her champagne and lost no time in grabbing another glass off the waiter’s tray. “You wouldn’t be if you’d been the one put in the position of having to tell him no.”

“And then having to tell all your friends about it so the whole school would know?”

“God, Laurie, you sound like you were never a kid or something.” Jeanne had taken her hand then. “Come on, let’s go say hello to your new baby brother.”

“Jeanne! No!” Laurie had pulled back but to no avail. “He probably still hates you!”

“Is it my fault if he hates you too?” Jeanne had actually had the nerve to laugh, and she was still tittering when they’d stepped up behind him. “Teddy! Alone as usual, I see?”

“Jeanne!” Laurie had wished she could melt into the floor. But she had remembered to smile at Teddy. “Hi, Teddy,” she’d added.

“It’s Ted now if you don’t mind.” His voice had sounded cold, nothing like the endearing sweet shyness Laurie recalled from years before. “And it’s none of your business, Jeanne, but my girlfriend couldn’t be here because she’s got her thesis defense coming up. Mom understands, but I don’t know about your dad, Laurie.”

“Teddy,” Jeanne had said. “Laurie here has this silly idea that you’re still mad at us for some stuff that happened back in school. That’s silly, isn’t it?”

“Mad isn’t the right word,” Ted had said. “I’m proud that I overcame all the bullshit you and your friends put me through, and I stopped being angry a long time ago. But I haven’t forgotten the kind of person you are, Jeanne.” With that he’d set his glass down on the buffet table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…”

“Ted, wait!” Laurie had said. But he hadn’t waited, and he hadn’t let her near him for the rest of that horribly uncomfortable weekend.

Months later as she headed back Tekirdağ Escort to her hometown for a mandatory family reunion, Laurie admitted to herself that she could hardly blame him. She also allowed herself to admit she still didn’t like the idea of being related to a guy she mostly remembered as an awkward, sadsack loser. But her dad loved his mom, and so she vowed to do the best she could to make nice with him.

As she flagged down the flight attendant for another glass of cheap wine, Laurie wondered just how she was supposed to do that. She had no idea, but there was no choice.

Little doubt their parents had heard of the lingering animosity between the two of them. Dad hadn’t actually told Laurie that when he’d issued the ultimatum on the phone. “We’re getting back from Bali the second week in March,” he’d said. “And then we’re having a family retreat. You and Ted are both coming, no ifs, ands or buts, understood?”

“Why, Dad? What’s the point?”

“Because we’ve never been all together, except at the wedding and that was too big and crazy for any bonding. We want to all get to know one another better.”

“I already know Ted better than I really want to.”

“None of that, Laurie! You know, every time I think you’re not quite the snob you used to be, you disappoint me again.”

“Sorry! But look, Ted and I…”

“Ted and you are both adults, and we expect you to put your teenage angst behind you. Do I make myself clear?”

He had indeed, Laurie reflected as she sipped her new drink. Poor old Dad, who’d had to be both parents to her from age ten, who’d learned all sorts of things about stuff most men never understood just to make sure she got all the support she needed growing up, who’d screwed her head on straight plenty of times when she was a teenager — she owed him this, and she knew it.

But she wouldn’t like it.

As Laurie stepped off the plane, she found the airport as empty as she’d ever seen it. “Wow.”

She didn’t realize she’d said that out loud until the woman greeting the passengers laughed. “Yeah, it’s been like this all week,” she told Laurie. “We might not even be flying at all pretty soon.”

“The virus?” Laurie asked. “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“If we want to keep it that way…” the woman said.

Laurie had heard all about flattening the curve, of course. But had things really gotten that bad?

In the taxi to her father and stepmother’s new home (which she had never seen before), Laurie saw it had gotten that bad. “No mask?” asked the driver, who was wearing one.

“Shame on me,” Laurie admitted. “I’ll be sure to buy one while I’m in town.”

“You’ll have plenty of time, then,” the man said. “They’re saying no more outgoing flights after tomorrow, at least that’s what I heard.”

“No kidding.” Laurie’s heart sank; she did not want to get stuck with her new family for long, even if she could patch things up with Ted — and that was a big if. At least, she reminded herself, Dad and Patricia (Ted’s mother had insisted on first names for both step-parents) would be there.

Except, as she was about to learn, that they weren’t.

The house was big and beautiful, in a well-coiffed cul-de-sac in a suburb Laurie had known by name only. It was set well back from the curb, up a little hill and with spacious lawns on both sides. “I can think of worse places to get stranded,” the cabbie said as he collected her payment, insisting on a credit card and making Laurie tear off the receipt herself.

“So can I, I’ve got to admit,” Laurie said, opening the door. “Thanks.”

It was chilly. A few years out West had made Laurie forget how late it stayed cold back home. That at least gave her the resolve to face Ted when there was also a warm hearth and a homemade dinner waiting. Her smile was genuine as she ran one hand through her chestnut mane and rang the doorbell. Surely at least it wouldn’t be Teddy who answered.

But he did. “Laurie.” He opened the door wide and stepped aside. “Your room is upstairs, last door on the left.”

“Th-thanks.” Before she could even step inside, Ted was already retreating. “I take it Dad and Patricia aren’t back yet?”

“They won’t be,” came Ted’s voice from off to the left.

Laurie followed his voice and found herself in a palatial living room, where Ted was sacked out on the couch surrounded by hardcover books, with the television on but the sound turned down. “What do you mean they won’t be?”

“I mean they won’t be,” Ted repeated, not looking up from the book he was clutching. “Mom called last night and said there are no more flights out of Bali. So they’re stuck there and I guess we’re stuck here.”

“Oh my God.”

“Don’t worry, Laurie, I’ll stay out of your way,” Ted said. “I know how you feel about being related to The Pig.”

“Oh, Ted, I’m…”

“Save it.”

Laurie took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, Ted.”

She held herself together long enough to make her way upstairs with her suitcase, and find her room. It was big for Tekirdağ Escort Bayan an extra bedroom, tastefully decorated, definitely with a woman in mind with lots of chintz and ruffles — not Laurie’s style at all, but she could hardly blame Ted for claiming some other bedroom.

After getting her coat off and her clothes put away, Laurie decided she just had to have a shower after the long trip. She didn’t know where the bathroom was, but with Ted clearly more than happy to stay out of her way, there was no harm in exploring the upstairs. There were two other bedrooms along the hallway, one of which she could tell was Ted’s from the clothes strewn about and the stack of books on the dresser. At the end of the hall, she stepped into Dad and Patricia’s room and found herself in the biggest bedroom she’d ever seen. Their king size bed didn’t even take up a third of the room, which had a beautiful view of the backyard and the other grandiose houses on the next block. To her delight, the master bathroom housed a jacuzzi. “Just what I need,” she whispered. Of course they wouldn’t mind if they were still in Bali, after all!

Laurie was off back down the hall to undress, and gather her toiletries for the shower she would take first. While doing so, she discovered she’d forgotten her razor. No big deal, she reasoned as she pulled her jeans off and assessed her legs; they showed only the tiniest signs of stubble since the last time she’d shaved. Surely they wouldn’t be locked down long enough for that to become a problem.

Laurie did find a bathrobe in the closet, and soon she was on her way back to the master bath, with Ted presumably still squirreled away with his books downstairs. Something would still have to be done about him if they were going to be stuck together for long, she admitted. But for the moment she had bigger concerns, like a nice long soak!

DAY 1

Laurie woke up a bit past nine, and lay still in hope for some clue that Ted might be around. She heard nothing, and figured he was either downstairs with his books again or outside. Last night he’d evaded her entirely, having shut himself in his room by the time she got out of the hot tub. She’d gone downstairs to find some of his books still stacked around the couch, but no sign of him — evidently he’d even taken his dinner in his room. She’d watched a couple of movies, eaten a can of soup she’d found in the kitchen, and gone to bed fairly early.

It was a pleasant enough morning, she saw after a shower and getting dressed. A bit chilly, but the sun was out and the little snow that was left was melting. Laurie remembered what she’d told the cabbie, about buying a mask, and decided she’d better do that. She had no idea where the nearest shop might be, but in a suburb like this it couldn’t be far. Figuring she didn’t know what was available for breakfast at home and what was off limits, she decided to go get something to eat while she was out and about.

So it was on with her coat and out the door with no sign at all of where Ted was. No use in forcing it, she told herself, and she was off to the street that the cul-de-sac fed into. An educated guess steered her to the right, and four blocks up a wide, wooded road she hit paydirt with a shopping centre. There was a promising looking café on the corner, and as Laurie stepped up to the door she started debating how she would take her eggs.

“Morning,” said the woman behind the counter, as if it were any other day. When Laurie looked quizzically at the roped-off dining room with all the chairs up on their tables, the woman explained, “Take out only, I’m afraid, until further notice.”

“That bad, is it?” Laurie asked.

“Haven’t you been reading the papers?”

“Not carefully enough, I guess.”

She bought a coffee and a corn muffin, and strolled along the shopping centre as she ate and drank. The drug store was open and had a handwritten sign in the window saying they had masks and toilet paper, limit one purchase per customer. None of the other stores were open. Laurie’s coffee was hot, and she had to walk back and forth three more times before she’d finished it off and could go into the drug store.

She was about to ask the man behind the counter about masks, but found herself face to face with a rack full of them. “Quite a collection,” she said.

“They’re all machine washable,” the man told her. “They’re recommending you wash it every time you wear it outside.”

“That bad,” Laurie said again as she selected a pale blue one.

“It really is,” the man said. “You might even want to wear that home. Also, if you’re after toilet paper, grab a pack while we’ve still got it. We ran out before noon yesterday.”

Only then did it occur to Laurie that she didn’t have the slightest idea how much of the stuff Dad and Patricia might have. “I guess I’d better,” she said.

On the walk home, it occurred to her that she hadn’t seen anyone else on the sidewalk on the way up. Once again she had it to herself on the return walk.

Ted had reappeared out Escort Tekirdağ of wherever he’d been hiding when she returned, now wearing the mask as the man had suggested. “You got toilet paper!”

Laurie smiled, though he couldn’t see it with her mask on. “That’s what I needed to make you happy to see me?”

Ted actually chuckled a bit. But he’d returned his attention to his book and didn’t look up at her again as he did it.

Laurie set the pack of toilet paper just inside the living room doorway, and unzipped her coat. “Ted, could you at least tell me what I can and can’t eat for breakfast? I don’t know what’s yours in the kitchen.”

“Take whatever you want,” Ted said, still not looking up. “When Mom and James told me they were stuck, I went out and bought a couple hundred bucks’ worth of food. Couldn’t get any toilet paper, though.”

“Wow, thanks. That was really thoughtful of you.”

“Yeah.” Ted was taking notes on his book, and kept his eyes on it.

Seeing no point in trying to reach out to Ted for now, Laurie went upstairs and shut herself in her bedroom. She checked her e-mail and found one message from her father reassuring her that they’d found a flat to sublet and would be fine, along with a polite but firm directive to make her peace with Ted. She opted not to reply right away, figuring anything she said right now would be regretted later.

Then she thought about calling Jeanne, but quickly decided that would only make matters worse. In fact, she reasoned, she’d like to take Jeanne to task for the way she’d acted at the wedding, but that wouldn’t matter now. She also ran through her other friends from high school but quickly realized none of them were in town anymore. They probably shouldn’t get together anyway if things were as bad as people were now saying. So Laurie slipped downstairs to the spare room off the kitchen which, she had discovered yesterday, her father had converted into his library. She found a book and went to the kitchen to make a sandwich for lunch, and hastily retreated upstairs without another word.

After surfing a bit more on her computer, Laurie took the book to Dad and Patricia’s bedroom and turned on the television, and spent the afternoon dividing her attention between soap operas and reading. Outside the window, the cold but bright scene gave no indication of how dead everything was out there. Laurie quickly stopped paying it any mind as it was just too depressing to think how long she might be stuck living like this.

It was past four o’clock and the sun was starting to sink when Ted appeared in the bedroom doorway, in his bathrobe. “Oh, sorry,” he said. “I didn’t know you were in here.”

“It’s okay!” Laurie gave him her biggest open smile, but once again it wasn’t returned.

“I’m just going to take a dip in the hot tub,” he said.

“I did that last night,” Laurie said. “Isn’t it wonderful?”

“Sure is.” But he didn’t look at her again before shutting himself in the bathroom.

DAY 4

Laurie was quite enamored with her father’s library by now, and she was beginning to accept that there’d be time to become quite a bit more so. She was learning to have a sense of humor about it all, even coming to be mildly amused at the now-visible stubble on her legs. She was almost glad she’d once again forgotten to buy a razor at the drug store that first day; this was at least a novel way of noting how time was passing.

Besides, she reminded herself as she caught an unfortunate look at her bare legs in the mirror before putting her sweats on for the day, it wasn’t like anyone else was going to see her less than fully clothed. The only one who even might theoretically was Ted, after all.

Ted with whom she still hadn’t exchanged more than a few words with at any time in their three days of being locked away together. It really was time she did something about that, she concluded as she pulled her sweats on. The whole point of the trip was for them to get along better, after all, and if they were stuck together alone for who knew how long…well, it wouldn’t be easy, but it had to be done.

He was on the living room couch as usual, surrounded as always by his books, and he didn’t look up when Laurie padded into the room in her stocking feet.

“Ted.” She helped herself to a chair that must have been his mother’s, since she didn’t remember it. “Listen, I’ve been wanting all week to apologize for those things Jeanne said at the wedding.”

“It isn’t you who ought to apologize, Laurie. It’s Jeanne.”

“Well, thank you, but she’s not here and I am. And I remember how I treated you in high school too. I really am sorry, okay?”

Ted at least looked up from his book then. “Thank you, Laurie. Apology accepted. But I hope you’ll understand if we still can’t be friends.”

“I do, but I wish we could, Ted. Especially if we’re stuck here together until who knows when. They’re saying it could be three months.”

“Three months,” Ted repeated. “You know how many times I wished back in school that was all the time I had left that I had to spend with you and Jeanne and your gal pals? Instead it was six years of being Teddy the Pig, and being the biggest loser in the school because I asked someone out who was in a caste above me. How dare I, huh?”

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Twenty five years on, one can easily see the mistakes made in their youth. But, as the saying goes, hindsight is 20/20. There is little to be gained by rehashing past mistakes in your head again and again, losing sleep over it, and making yourself mental in the process. And yet this is exactly what I did on a regular basis. It’s said that without closure, no relationship is ever truly over. It’s also been written that sometimes closure can come from writing a letter to your ex that you never intend to send. But sometimes closure can come in the form of a dream…

The first time I ever experienced what I would define as a “lucid wet dream” I was certain that I was somehow “quantum leaping” into my past self from the present. I had prepared for bed that night, a middle-aged man in my forties, snuggled in beside my wife. She was pregnant with our fourth child, and sex was something I dimly seemed to recall from nearly a year ago. My wife and I loved one another deeply, but with three kids and one on the way, making time for intimacy and passion is not often possible.

This night, I was horny, and my wife was understandably tired and eight months along, and not in any mood for sex. Although I was excited about becoming a father again in less than a month, I was frustrated. I was horny and riled up with too much sexual energy to just fall asleep. As I lay there, eyes closed, I started to fantasize about my earlier days, back in my late teens, when I was almost as frustrated sexually as I was this evening.

I had a “girlfriend” at that time, and she was insatiable – except when it came to having actual sex. She thought about it constantly, but never acted on it with me or any other living person besides herself. I swear that every minute we spent together in person, I could smell her potent pheromones even over her perfume, and the scent drove me wild with unrequited passion. Every move I’d make to bring my body close enough to hers to make a move, she’d wriggle away from like I had the plague. She was terrified of sexual contact, yet fascinated in the extreme by the idea.

It wasn’t that Ruth was unattracted to me, as we’d talked about sex more times than I could count, but never in a way that lead to physical intimacy. Ruth’s problem, as I saw it, was that she’d learned early on to seek other outlets for her sexual needs. In a nutshell, she was addicted to masturbation. In particular, shared masturbation through fantasy. You can venture a guess as to who was her lucky (or was it unlucky) partner in carnal chit-chat.

Ruth was not one to masturbate alone, at least not entirely. Her way was to call me up at all hours (or I her, it was mutual) and we’d pretend that we were “collaborating” on a writing project. She’d create these characters in her mind that were avatars for herself. Through these virtual personae, Ruth would fantasize about real sexual adventures that she was too terrified to attempt as her real self. And let me tell you, she had a torrid imagination! Many were the nights, and many times per night, that she lit me on fire from my loins to my cerebrum.

When I say we would pretend, that was exactly what we were doing. Never once did we discuss what we were actually doing during these ten and twelve hour marathon phone sessions, and any effort I made to “break down the wall” between the reality of what we were doing and fantasy was quickly side-stepped by her. I’d hint that I was stroking my cock while we talked but she’d act like she didn’t hear me until I said “(insert character name) is stroking his cock.” Somehow she couldn’t commit to the fact that I was a real, live, horny guy her own age who had real needs of my own. And neither could Ruth admit that she was just as horny and just as excited as I was. She could only interact with me sexually when we were both in character.

Often, after several marathon orgasmic escapades, Ruth and I would be so exhausted we’d fall asleep in our beds with the phone still glued to our ears. It was somehow comforting for me to wake up and hear Ruth’s regular, rhythmic breathing over the earpiece. We were sleeping together, in truest fashion – or at least, as true as any virtual relationship could ever be.

It was at times when I would awake, early in the wee hours, and hear Ruth soundly sleeping safe in her bed, that I would tell her just how I felt. I’d whisper softly into her ear that I loved her, had loved her from the moment we first met, and how much I wanted to see our relationship evolve from this – whatever this was – into something real. I know she heard me. I know because her best girlfriend, Lori, confronted me about it one day. She said, “Ruth told me that you said some things last night to her in her sleep” and then go on to say that these things were “very confusing” to her and that I should stop.

My first reaction was to tell Lori to go clean the impulse manifolds in her pajamas. But then I started thinking, and realized that for her to know, Ruth must have told her. And by told her, I Tokat Escort mean the whole, sordid mess. Otherwise Lori would wonder why Ruth fell asleep on the phone with me, a guy who was not her “boyfriend” and for whom she had no feelings other than that of friendship.

That gave me hope. It made me realize that Ruth really did care about where our relationship was at present, and where it was headed. It told me also that she was not capable of seeing me in the role of “boyfriend.” In order for me to be her boyfriend meant terminating the special friendship we had, at least in her mind. She couldn’t bear to lose me as a friend. That’s what she eventually told me, when I finally summoned up the courage to tell her outright that I loved her.

Over the decades since, I’ve gone over our strange relationship in my mind thousands of times, trying to figure out just what was really going on. If I’d become a psychiatrist, maybe I’d have a chance at coming to a retroactive diagnosis for what this really was, and a possible solution. But I wasn’t a shrink and those days were far in the past and never to be relived.

In the present, I was happily married, a family man, and had to admit a indulging in a small guilty pleasure that Ruth was not only still single, but still living with her parents to this day. She’d never been able to commit, not to me, or anyone else apparently, and as far as I knew, was probably still a virgin. I often wondered if she looked at me now, with my wife and family, and thought to herself “this could have been my life.”

After all, I had told her I loved her, and she’d said “I’m so sorry!” and hoped to somehow continue our special friendship after that as if nothing had happened. It hadn’t. It ended quite abruptly after a collect call to her one night as I first started college. I didn’t speak to her again for over twenty years, and then only in Facebook chat for a few hours.

Still, to hold a grudge against her on my part, or relish any misfortune upon her past or present was unfair. I would feel guilty whenever I smirked in response to mulling it over in my mind. It was a very sad ending for her, and though she always maintained she was happy and contented, I could never stop wondering how that was truly possible. Not because she’d rejected me. Whether she had been with me or not was immaterial. The fact that she had spinstered herself away in isolation was a fact and I guess from my perspective, I couldn’t comprehend that existence as a fulfilling one.

I admitted to myself that Ruth and I had engaged in some of the most creatively wild sex I’d ever known; a damned shame it was that we never broke free of the “no touch” barriers she’d established for our encounters. I wished, not for the first time, that I could somehow go back in time and knock some sense into my past self, and urge him (me) to just ignore Ruth’s resistance and push ahead, driving her out of her self-imposed safety shell and into the real world of true intimacy. The worst that could have happened was that our friendship ended – in other words, no change from the current reality.

The hour had grown late and my tossing and turning was keeping my wife from sleeping. I was still quite awake and fantasizing about what I’d have done then if I’d had knowledge of the future. I pondered over and over how, even if it were possible, changing the past would obliterate my present. I had no desire to lose my wife or family, and felt bad for even entertaining thoughts of “what if” and fantasies about an ex who wasn’t even an ex! What had happened between Ruth and I was woven into the tapestry of who and what sort of man I was today. I wouldn’t change that for a second.

Yet my mind persisted, wondering what might have been if I’d only realized that Ruth was scared of physical intimacy. She was afraid of losing me as a friend if we didn’t carry our relationship further, and had told me as much when I confessed my feelings of love for her. Ruth had become dependent, almost addicted, to our special brand of friendship with benefits. Did she live in constant fear that I would one day stop being her friend and thus stop providing her with the shelter and convenience of a virtual relationship? Did she ever fully realize that I would have done anything for her, on any level, if only she could love me back in kind? I wondered.

I had determined years ago that the problem was really within me. What Ruth had needed most was for me to take the reins and push her out of her comfort zone and into reality. I know that I would have loved her and cherished her during the first difficult real encounter and long afterward. She had been my first true love, and I loved her still for holding that place in my heart. What Ruth had needed was me to be the man I was today, but back then I was still just a boy with no clue in the universe of how to break the sexual stalemate we’d found ourselves in. We were both virgins trapped in a fantasy, with no concept of how adults dealt with these Tokat Escort Bayan issues.

At nineteen, I was horrified at the concept of “forcing” myself on anyone, and had no idea that sometimes a man is expected to be sexually aggressive in order to prove his worthiness. Some young males at this age go too far to the other extreme, and think every “no” uttered by a potential mate is really a yes in disguise. I was so worried about coming across as a sexual bully that I played the role of “Mr. Nice Guy” to the hilt, forgetting that it’s often this type of behavior that turns a woman off. Some women prefer their men to show their strength through less-than-sterling behavior. James Bond was a good example, and I knew at the time that Ruth was really turned on by his character. She would frequently ask me to play that role for her in our fantasies, with herself as a demure “Bond woman” being swept off her feet by the suave Mr. Bond and his penchant for hard line charm.

Yet, being young and naïve, I missed this point entirely. Instead of Bond I played the part of protector and defender of her honor, riding in on my white horse to save her from the dastardly “bad boys” she’d invariably flirt with and flee in terror from at their arduous advances. I even went so far as to call up one poor kid and give him the scare of his lifetime by pretending to be Ruth’s father and insisting that he leave my under-aged “daughter” alone. I was not her father, nor her brother, but I was her best friend. And sometimes transitioning from best friend to lover is a difficult step in a relationship. Sometimes one has to risk everything in order to win the girl, and like Ruth, I was terrified of not having her as a friend in my life.

Yet this was exactly what Ruth needed to take the next step in her our sexual growth. She was too scared to become physical with anyone, and through my enabling of her phone fantasies, provided her enough sexual outlet to never try reality for the first time. Though I’d never condone non-consensual sex, the reality was that Ruth had given me her blessing, and had waited (and maybe still waited?) for me or someone to firmly confront her fears and take her by the hand.

By now, I was in a semi-dream state, having reached that strange level of consciousness somewhere between sleeping and waking. This was the moment that I realized I could control my dreams, and that I was in fact being pulled into one as I lingered between states of awareness. I was seeing through my younger-self’s eyes, reliving one of many encounters with Ruth that had almost turned physical decades earlier. Yet I retained my perspective and knowledge of what as to come in my future, which meant that I was effectively time traveling and doing it inside of my own younger-self’s body.

I looked down at myself. I was thin once again, and dressed as I had in the 80’s, much to my embarrassment. I was sitting inside of a car and next to me was Ruth, who was driving. She had the CD player going and was listening to Pink Floyd: The Wall and grinning. She seemed oblivious to the fact that I was looking around in confusion, trying to recall when and where I was. I looked over at her and my heart began to race, as it always did. Ruth was wearing a short black leather skirt and plunge-neck blouse. I could see her legs clear up above her knees and the silky smoothness of her thighs took my breath away. She must have caught me looking because she shifted her legs and for a second I could see up underneath and caught a flash of red. She was wearing red panties.

I sighed and looked down at my lap. My boner was in clear evidence, and though Ruth pretended not to notice, I felt certain that she had. I recalled how much she liked to tease me in those days when we spend time in the “real world” on these not-quite-dates where we’d hang out and drive around and do all sorts of activities. She never referred to me as her “boyfriend” though looking back, she had no other steady male companion, and we were inseparable.

I remembered how jealous I would become when she’d refer to one of her other male friends as “Joey” or “Kevy” (always a diminutive form, never “Joe” or “Kevin” and liked to watch me rage inside as she’d talk about how cute he was. I realized just then, with the knowledge of my decades-older current self that Ruth was not merely trying to get a reaction from me, or even be cruel. She was goading me into action. She wanted me to just grab her and kiss her instead of retreating inside my head like I used to do, wishing that she’d accept that I was her man. After all, I was who she spent her night with every night, even if we were miles apart and connected only by a copper telephone line.

I decided for the moment to just savor the realism of this dream/memory and let it play out as it had, hoping my memory of events hadn’t degraded too much over the decades. Perhaps, since this was just a dream, I could change the outcome, and in this way experience what might have been. I Escort Tokat looked at Ruth again and deliberately began to undress her with my eyes, something I dared never let Ruth see in the past. I wanted to see what her reaction might be and to relish the opportunity to remember so clearly what she’d looked like in those days.

Ruth had never been classically beautiful, nor I handsome in that same way. We were truly well suited to one another I could see now, with more than twenty years of additional experience to gauge such things. But while Ruth was a bit plain and would never be a fashion model, her body was amazing to me then and now. She had large breasts, D cups, even at eighteen, and plenty of curves. But what made Ruth so infernally hot to me was the knowledge of just how lusty she was when she let her imagination run wild. I knew even as I looked at her, envisioning her naked before me, that her pussy was wet and throbbing for attention. All she had needed was a man to fill her, and rescue her from her fantasy world. I could have been that man, but I wasn’t then. I could be now.

This was my dream, and I was in control. Whatever I did now would have no effect on my real life in the future, and if I woke up the next morning with cum-stained shorts, so be it. Maybe I’d even write all of this down and post it on the internet for the current-day Ruth to find and read, and maybe we’d finally admit to one another that we both blew it back then. Either that or she’d hate me. I suppose any relationship is better than none at all.

Back in the dream, Ruth had noticed that I was ogling her and despite herself she grinned even wider than before. She arched her back slightly to make her breasts perk up, and even trapped beneath a lacy bra, I could see her pert little nipples were hard from the attention I was showing them. She was really digging the fact that I was fondling her with my eyes! I kicked myself for never having realized that perhaps all she’d needed back then was for me to not be the perfect gentleman my momma had raised me to be in the real world and more of the bad boy that I was in our phone fantasies. What a moron I’d been back then!

Deciding that since things seemed to be going so well with just looking, I snaked a hand up and over and laid it across the car seat on her right shoulder. Ruth shuddered as my hand made contact and I expected her to flinch away as I’d always imagined that she would do, but since this was my dream, she’d reacted the way I’d always wanted instead. And maybe the way she would have back then, too, if I’d only had the balls to try.

I slipped my hand under her blouse and down her back, feeling her warm soft skin against my palm. I’d never felt anything so exquisite and watched as Ruth’s flesh became goose-pimpled from the bare contact of flesh on flesh. Ruth’s lips parted slightly and I thought I’d heard a low whisper of a moan escape as she did so. I grinned, realizing that in this fantasy replay, I could do as I liked and no matter the consequences. I couldn’t make a “wrong” move! That freedom, coupled with my present-day self’s experience and perspective, made this a win-win scenario regardless.

I started to massage Ruth’s shoulder blade and felt her muscle tension melt beneath my fingers. Her breathing had slowed and she was having trouble concentrating on the road. I didn’t recall where we had been headed to on this trip, but it didn’t matter – parking was what we needed to do, and quickly. I decided to try my voice and was surprised to hear how youthful it sounded to me.

“Why don’t we take a break from driving and stop somewhere where we can… relax… for a bit?” I suggested. Ruth nodded, not speaking, and I realized that even if she did, she would say whatever I expected her to say. I started to look around for someplace to park, and then kicked myself for not using my imagination. Suddenly, the car vanished and I found myself looking across the length of an aluminum canoe at Ruth who was stretching and yawning, the sunlight turning her black hair into a halo of light. She surprised me by saying, “I’m tired, going to take a nap,” and closing her eyes.

I tried to remember why this seemed so familiar and recollected that this had actually happened once in reality. Ruth and I had been driving into Washington, DC to rent a canoe for a trip up the Potomac River and back just above Georgetown one summer’s day many years earlier. This was one of our many “undates” and I remembered how it had ended with anger at myself and disappointment, as if it had happened yesterday.

The dream sequence seemed to pause as I remembered how it had happened back then. No sooner than we had paddled into a quiet backwater, Ruth had decided to take a nap. I had thought this strange until I realized that she was going to let herself become “unconscious” in order to allow me a chance to “take advantage of her.” After all, I’d only told her the truth about how I felt the first time when she was sleeping, so this was her way of taking that to the next level. I remember being scared as hell, thinking that if I were wrong about her intentions, she might scream “rape!” and bring the cops paddling over to arrest me. Being a bad boy just wasn’t my style, I guess. Mr. Nice Guy – that was me.

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When our kids were grown and out of the house, Jan and I found ourselves sitting and watching TV on too many nights after work. Like many other couples, our lives had centered around raising kids. So, with those obligations done, there seemed to be a gap in our lives.

Jan was very much into socializing. We did go out with friends occasionally. But, Jan really missed the numerous interactions with the kids and their friend’s parents at after-school activities. Our jobs weren’t helping her with her social needs, since she was working from home a lot.

We still stay in touch with the kids, and we see them rather often. But, with the youngest now away at college, and the older ones out on their own, it just isn’t the same.

After about a year of this, we realized we needed MORE. Most of the friends we did go out with or invite over for dinner started to feel like part of the routines. It was somewhat different interacting with our peers instead of the kids. We just didn’t feel as active with our peers.

We knew one couple, Fred and June who were very much into each other, and seemed a lot more fun and open … about … well, everything. They are about ten years older than us. We met them through one of our kids’ groups, when their youngest was still in school. They were so much fun to be around, we stayed in touch, even after their kids were grown.

Fred and June seemed to have a lot in common with each other, and had no problem talking about anything, even about their sex lives. Fred would say something about bending June over the pool table, and she’d respond with a laugh by saying, “You’ll have to put a towel down first. You wouldn’t want to drip on the felt table.” Of course, they never talked about their sex lives around kids. But, once our kids were out of the picture, they opened up a lot more around us.

One weekend, we invited Fred and June over to our house for dinner. I was having a beer at the barbeque with Fred as I grilled steaks. So, I just asked him, “Fred, I have to ask: How is it that you and June are so happy together? Don’t you two fight or get bored? You talk as if you have great sex life all the time.”

Fred said, “We were wondering how long it was going to take you two. Getting bored, aren’t you.”

I said, “What do you mean ‘How long it would take us?’ You expected us to ask?”

“Well, yea. We don’t just go out advertising our lifestyle to the world. But, we could tell you two were showing signs of having an ‘itch” in need of scratching. It’s where you’re both feeling antsy at the same time. It doesn’t happen to all couples. It’s usually the guy who starts cheating on his wife, then she finds out, and there’s a divorce. Or the wife strays, and the guy can’t handle it. But, you two have both been showing signs at about the same rate for months now. So, we started dropping our own hints, too.”

I asked, “Hints about what?”

“We call it ‘the Lifestyle’. There are others out there who enjoy sex, too. You’re probably getting a little antsy of needing sex, but finding with Jan it’s become a familiar sequence of ‘press here, touch there, then put tab A in slot B’. If you were going to cheat on your wife, you would find some willing young lady. And a different young lady might add the excitement of the unfamiliar. But, so far, you two are settling for watching porn together, right?’

“Yea. How did you know?”

“That’s just a guess. It’s an easy way to find ideas for something unfamiliar together. But, let me guess: You two also have different ideas of what’s exciting in porn, right? So, it’s not quite working as well as you’d like.”

“Right again. So, what else did you know we would ask?”

“Jan could easily find another guy to scratch her itch, too. Her itch is missing a feeling of being sexy and desired, not just having sex. I’ve noticed at parties how she likes talking to guys. I doubt that she’s running out on you. But, she’s trying to get to that subtle feeling like she’s controlling a guy who really wants her. In our younger days, we would call her a ‘cock tease’.”

I said, “Yea. She enjoys flirting with guys, And she’ll even admit to me “Oh, I’d do him.’ when she sees a guy she likes. She even points out other sexy women to me, saying ‘In your dreams.’ She’s always been like that.”

Fred said, “I noticed how she’s open and flirty. That’s why we like her. And we see you two as a good fit together. But, as you get older and the family distractions fade, she’s feeling the same itch as you, just a little differently.”

“So, what did you and June do about it?”

“We found others, … other couples, and we share. It gives us that unfamiliar new feeling. And we go home together to enjoy it afterwards.”

I was surprised. “You’re into wife swapping?”

Fred said, “That’s a simplistic way of saying it. But, that’s also just one variation. We call it a swinging lifestyle, or just ‘The Lifestyle’. Tekirdağ Escort You’ll find all different kinds of people in it. And variations of swapping, including single guys and single women, gays, bi-sexuals, and others.”

“So, you’ve been waiting for us to bring it up. Now, you’ll hit on Jan, and I’ll take June?”

Fred laughed, and said, “No way! We’re friends. And that’s one sure way to ruin a friendship, if things go south with any one of the people involved. All it takes is the wrong words at the wrong time, or the wrong touch to turn someone off, or make someone jealous and fuck things up. So, you two are better off finding your own way. We can help point you in the right direction, and try to help if things do go south. But, it’s up to you two to work it out.”

I was flipping the steaks and timing them on the grill while we were talking. Now they were done. I moved them to a serving plate to set for a few minutes. The women were still in the house getting the sides and other things ready in the dining room.

I said, “So, if not you two, how do we find someone to swap with? Is there a swinger club?”

Fred said. “There are swinger clubs, and I could tell you where. But, those can be a little intense for first timers. I wouldn’t recommend it. I’ll give you a few web sites almost like dating sites to look at. Set up a profile on one or two of them, and start browsing to see what you find. The profiles you read when the two of you are looking at them will tell you far more than I can describe.”

“Then what do we do?”

“Well, you’ll pick a few of those you like, and send them messages requesting to meet. Then it’s just a matter of scheduling, meeting, talking, and see where you want to go with it. Most of the people aren’t too pushy. Sometimes it’s just meeting somewhere for dinner, then go back to your own homes to decide if you want to get back together for more fun, when and where.”

Just then, the kitchen door opened and Jan asked, “Are you ready yet?”

I said, “The steaks are just finished.” as I took the plate in. Fred followed, and we sat down at the dinner table.

Jan asked me, “So, what were you two discussing out there?”

I said, “Fred was telling me about some web sites he thinks we should check out.”

June looked at her husband and spoke up, “So, did you break the ice, or did Ted ask?”

Fred said, “He asked! You know they’re ready.”

She said, “I know. But, like we discussed, you can’t push anyone. Things might go badly.”

Jan asked, “What’s this about. It sounds like I’ve missed something.”

June said, “Oh, you’re ready for it, dear. You know how we’ve been talking about something missing in the excitement? Well, Fred’s been telling Ted about ‘The Facts of Life.’ There are things to do to spice up your lives,… if you want. But, it’s something we can’t say just ‘Do it.” It’s something you two have to decide for yourselves.”

I said, “They’re talking about swinger web sites.”

My wife said to June, “You’re swingers?”

June said, “We like to think of it as living a fuller lifestyle.”

Jan said, “But, you’ll let others guys fuck you. Like Ted?”

June said, “Oh, no way, dear. First Ted’s not ready for me, yet. You two would need more experience with others. And I don’t LET guys just fuck me. They have to WANT me. I play them like a sporting event, until they’re lusting after me. Then I’ll ALLOW them to ‘throw me a bone’, if you know what I mean. But, I get what I want. It’s all about me! Of course, I take care of my guys. It’s like sport hunting or fishing. And I clean what I catch.” June laughed as she said it.

Jan said, “Lusting after me? I think I’d like that.”

June said, “I know you would! That’s why we thought you two were ready.”

Jan said, “But, I take it Fred doesn’t want to lust after me. Because I know Ted would enjoy seeing you naked.”

Fred said, “Oh, I would REALLY like to do you. But, it’s just not the right time for the four of us. Take your time with some others. And feel free to talk to either of us, if you have issues.”

Jan and I spoke at the same time: “What issues?”

Fred laughed as he look at me and asked “How are you going to feel watching another guy stick his cock in your wife’s mouth? Or watching his cum drip out of her? And if you don’t like it, you won’t like the guy who did it. So, it won’t be me.”

Looking at Jan, he asked “And what’s going on in your mind, when you know he’s fucking another woman? Maybe out of sight in another room? Can you handle it? Or are you going to scream at him? And if you freak out, you’re not going to like the other woman. So, it won’t be June!”

June broke in with: “There can be some drama between a husband and wife when the emotions hit one or the other. And sometimes, there’s no predicting when or why. We’ve watched a few problems crop up with other couples. Tekirdağ Escort Bayan We don’t want that to happen to you two. And THAT’s why WE don’t want to be in that mix with you two.”

Fred said, “If you two do decide to try it with another couple, let us know if you want to talk about it. If something is bothering you, … either of you, it’s best to talk to someone you can discuss it with. When you’re fucking someone else, that’s not something you discuss with your own parents or kids, either. So, talk to someone who knows, rather than privately getting mad at each other.”

We finished eating as we took turns talking through this. We were all sitting back just talking by now.

June said, “You know, … if you two think your ready, … there is something we could do to ‘dip your toes in the water.’ Do you watch porn?”

Jan said, “Yes. It helps excite me, when we’re feeling like a sexy evening. I think some of it’s rather hot to watch. Do you want to put something on the TV?”

June got up from her chair and went to Fred, who had pushed his chair back from the table. She said, “No need for porn, dear. We’ll show you how it’s done.”

Fred spread his legs, and his wife knelt between them. She added, “When you feel like it, you two can start at anytime, and put on a show for us, too. We call this ‘Parallel Play’ or ‘Soft Swap’.”

June started by unbuckling Fred’s belt and unzipping his pants. He stood as she pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time. His cock was half hard as it sprang out. I noticed right away Fred would be a little bigger than my seven inches. And the way Jan stared at it, I could hear her in my head saying, “Oh, yea. I’d do that!”

Jan and I moved to two chairs away from the table closer to them for a better view.

His wife grabbed his cock with her left hand. Her wedding ring was on display as she stroked her husband’s cock in front of her face. She said in a slow seductive tone, “You told me you suck cock, Jan. But, do you let Ted cum in your mouth? Do you swallow?” She drove her mouth onto his cock, taking it all the way in as she closed her lips around it and sucked as she withdrew. Her head started bobbing back and forth as it stiffened.

Jan was watching her friend sucking that cock, and she put her hand on my crotch to feel mine stiffening.

June pulled her husband’s cock out of her mouth as she looked over at us. She said, “Is this turning you on? Are you ready for it?” She looked up at her husband as she took him back in her mouth and continued sucking it.

Jan reached into her blouse, and pulled one of her tits out as she squeezed it and pulled at the nipple. She started sliding her hand across my crotch, feeling and stroking me through my jeans. Her gaze remained fixed on her friend’s mouth.

Then my wife stood. She unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off and dropping it on the chair. She reached around behind her, and unfastened her bra. Dropping her arms down, she easily caught the bra and tossed it to the couch nearby. Her hands went to her 38D tits, as she started massaging them both, holding them up and pointed at Fred. This whole time, she was staring at the scene in front of her.

Sitting there beside her, I reached around her waist. I unfastened her belt, sliding her jeans down, leaving her standing there in her panties. I looked up at her and said, “I’ll leave this up to you, if you want to go further.’

Jan smiled down at me as she hooked her thumbs in her panties, and dropped them to the floor.

Jan and I are nudists, so this was no big step for her. But, sex in front of an audience was another thing.

I stood and undressed, too. As soon as my cock sprang free, Jan wrapped her hand around it and started stroking. It didn’t take me long to be fully hard.

June glanced over at my cock. She took Fred’s cock from her mouth and said “Nice! Let’s see what Jan can do with that one.”

Jan dropped to her knees and started sucking me.

June stood and went to the couch, pulling her pants down to bend over it. Fred stepped up behind his wife, and slid into her. He started fucking her as she remained bent over. But, she glanced over her shoulder to watch us, too.

After a minute in Jan’s mouth, I reached down to her shoulders and picked her up. I kissed her, and we walked around the couch to the living room. She laid down on the carpet where June and Fred could watch, and I knelt between her legs. I shifted her ass around a little to give June a better view, then slid my cock into Jan.

Fred and I were fucking our wives in front of each other. Then Fred stiffened as he shot his load in his wife. He reached over to the table to pick up a napkin, catching the last drops of cum from his cock.

June just stood with her legs together, and looked down as his cum started oozing down her thighs. Fred handed her another napkin, Escort Tekirdağ and she caught it, too. Fred stood there with his arm wrapped around his wife watching us.

Jan had her feet in the air, and knees bent, as I pounded into her pussy. I only lasted another minute or two, then said to Jan, “I’m going to cum.”

June said quickly, “Don’t cum in her! Stand up.”

I was surprised by that, but pulled out and stood, my cock ready. I felt like I was about to explode.

June came around the couch and knelt near us. Sitting back on her heels, she looked at Jan. “Don’t just lie there, girl. Get up and grab his cock. I want you to jerk his cock off over my face. Make him cum for us.”

Jan stood and looked down at June, as I stepped closer. Jan grabbed my cock and started stroking it. She was pointing it down at June’s face. June just opened her mouth, and said “Try to shoot it in.” Then she opened wider and tilted her head back.

Jan stroked me faster. As I started to cum, she managed to get the first shot directly in June’s mouth. The second spurt caught her on the cheek. But Jan pulled me closer and kept the remainder dripping into June’s mouth.

Fred stepped over to watch as my cum was shooting into his wife’s mouth. When I finished cumming, my wife cupped her hand around the head of my cock to catch the drips. June just looked up at her husband. She showed him her open mouth full of my cum. Then she closed her mouth and made an obvious show of swallowing it. She opened her mouth to show us it was empty.

Fred just laughed and looked at me. “Think you could watch your wife swallow another guy’s cum like that?” He looked at Jan. “Think you could take on another guy or two, or find Ted fucking another young woman?

Jan’s mouth just dropped open as she gasped a little. “Well. I think I might like to try it. That was really hot, jerking him off in her mouth like that. But, I don’t know about swallowing.”

June leaned over and took my cock out of Jan’s hand. She licked the last drop of cum from it, and kissed it. “Well, Ted. I think you two have some talking to do, … in private. This is as much as you get from us, for now. We’ll get dressed and leave you to it.”

Fred said, “I’ll text you three web addresses to look at. I recommend starting with the first one. It allows setting up a free profile, so you can get familiar with what other people are writing about themselves. You’ll find it interesting. Then if you want to go further, finish your own profile, and let us know about it. Remember, this can be as much fun as you two want to make it. But, it takes both of you, or you’re headed for trouble.”

June said, “One other thing. You both need to shave. We don’t really like dental floss in the Lifestyle. And you’d be surprised what I can do with my tongue under clean-shaven balls. Jan, you should check to see that his balls are ready for another woman to suck.”

Fred said, “And Ted needs to shave you, Jan. Think about it when you’re down there, Ted, finding those last few hairs of hers. Think about how you’re clearing the way there for another guy to fuck her!”

I said, “I like fucking her with one of her vibrators or my hand. I enjoy making her spasm during her orgasm. If another guy can do half the work, that might be fun watching, too.”

Fred said, “That’s the right attitude. And that’s what we picked up on from you two to think you’re ready. I enjoy watching my wife have fun. So, why deny her any pleasure she wants?”

June said, “And I love him for it. At the end of the night, I’m going home with my best lover.”

Fred laughed and asked, “Do I know him?”

June stood and looked at him as she reached to caress his crotch. “You know it.”

June looked at us saying, “Dinner was great tonight. And thanks for the dessert.” She tilted her head up to kiss me. “Let’s try dinner at our house in two weeks, and you can let us know how it’s going.”

Fred was dressed now. He wrapped his arm around my wife’s naked waist. He pulled her in for a kiss, and said “Thanks for the show. And I WILL definitely lust for you. But, not yet, and not in two weeks, either. You two have a ways to go.”

June grabbed her purse as they headed to the door. “We’ll head out, and leave you to clean up, before this gets too awkward. See you later. And text or call if you have any questions.”

I looked at Jan. “Well, that was certainly a different dinner party.”

Jan laughed. “Do you think you can handle it?”

I said, “I think watching you flirting, then taking a guy down might be exciting. You know it turns me on when you say you would do some guy. Maybe it’s time to see if you really will. What about You? Ready to turn me loose?”

Jan said, “Hmmm. Now there’s an image. Maybe just a longer leash.”

Just then, my cell phone dinged with an incoming text. It was from Fred, with the three web addresses.

I told Jan, “Let’s grab a laptop and see what we’re headed for. The dishes can wait.”

Over the next year, we DID have some issues we had to work out. It turned out to be quite a growing experience for both of us. But, it is as much fun as we make it!

To be continued…

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Marion Davies sighed, straightened her shoulders, and pressed “enter” to complete her latest business memorandum. Precise, measured, prudent, she was all those things. Yet, with a moment free, her mind wandered lonely as a cloud. She tossed back her long blonde hair and began to wonder how long it had been since her last passionate interlude.

As she pondered, weak and weary, suddenly there came a tapping on her window. She glanced up, expectantly, wondering if she was stark raven mad. But, no, it was just the rain. The rain, drumming on the glass, almost teasing. She raised a delicate hand, ran it along her graceful neck.

Marion glanced down at the open desk drawer beside her. There was the shoebox filled with overdue book fines. And, next to the shoebox, was another, closed shoebox. The second box, of course, contained her Blue Venus vibrator.

Did Marion feel guilty at having a Frequent Shopper’s Club card to sex toy web sites? Mais non. Marion knew that her job was a tense one, seeking to further the march of human progress via books. Moreover, the years since September 11, 2001, had been tension-filled in many ways.

Marion coped with these stresses by means of Exogasm, her own personal theory combining aerobic exercise and frequent orgasm. Did she first plan to deliver her plan to a waiting world as a freebie? Yes, she did. But she understood the role of capitalism, so she contacted a venture capitalist and obtained financing for her own program of fitness and fun, a program she felt would make the world a healthier place.

Were there costs? Of course. She knew that leaning against a clothes dryer for hours at a time elevated both her blood pressure and her electricity bill. She knew that the old gentleman at the drugstore had his own suspicions as he saw her purchase two dozen batteries every week. But she remained true to her vision. She would become the Joan of Arc of Exogasm.

Her Sivas Escort left hand idly caressed a Stephen Hawking book as she thought. She loved the feel of new books, adored the smell of them. She recalled the first time she had read The Sensuous Librarian. She recalled the clumsy efforts of her first boyfriend, Dewey. As time passed, however, Dewey’s digits learned to decimate her demi-bra. Yes, Dewey had a decimal system.

But that was long ago. Dewey converted to radical Islam. There were rumors — all unsubstantiated, mind you — about Dewey’s relationship with a camel. But Marion paid them no heed. The sea of romantic faith had once been at its full, but for Marion there was left only its melancholy long withdrawing roar. That and her comprehensive collection of sex toys. Marion believed, modifying Nora Roberts, that a day without an orgasm was like a day without a baked potato.

Marion began to shut down her computer. While she waited for it close, silently cursing Bill Gates, her arm accidentally brushed the silky fabric of her blouse. Even that slight touch caused her nipples to swell. For Marion hadn’t enjoyed a baked potato yet that day, or anything else.

She walked out of the library into the cold February afternoon. The rain immediately drenched her cotton blouse, plastering it to her supple breasts and making her turgid nipples completely evident to the startled, yet deeply appreciative, passersby. The rain plunged in rivulets down her creamy skin, tracing undulant paths only a lover’s fingers should know.

She turned to dash back into the library for her raincoat, but her horn-rimmed glasses were splattered with raindrops, and she ran headlong into an erudite yet hunkalicious man in a tweed jacket. He was just exiting with The Backpacker’s Guide to Hiking and Flannery O’Connor’s Wise Blood tucked under his leather-patched sleeve. The hunk steadied Marion, Sivas Escort Bayan saying, “Here, let me,” as he helped her back through the door, his eyes never straying below her finely sculpted clavicles in what must have been a effort of iron self-control. “I just need to get my raincoat,” gasped Marion, but he was already through the door with her and back into the darkened building.

As she turned to thank him, she became intensely aware of the insistent sound of the drumming rain, the dark stillness of the deserted library, and the warmth of the man emanating from his tendoned body in enveloping waves. Images from the Kama Sutra she’d perused during her coffee break flitted through her mind, and she brazenly let her fingers move to the buttons of her soaked blouse, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor, where it lay forgotten for the next few hours.

Marion was dimly aware of books falling off shelves as they kissed. A book fell near her and she read: “Call me Ishmael.” As her eyes began to glaze with passion, another book crashed nearby and she inadvertently read: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.”

Marion parted her lips and the embrace became deeper, more intimate; the hunk pressed her against the bookshelves as she clung to him, losing herself in his kiss. She felt rather than heard the library heating system come on, as the rush of warm air from the floor vents lifted her prim black skirt slightly, caressing her still rain-chilled thighs above the tops of her stockings. Dimly she realized that the stranger’s hands had followed, stroking the long, taut muscles on the outside of her thighs, toying with the strap of her garterbelt.

She longed to wrap her lithe legs around his waist, but with the last shreds of her reserve, she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. She gasped, noting his uncanny resemblance to a younger, cleaner-shaven Escort Sivas James Brolin, a resemblance that had led her to give him the nickname “Doc”. The resemblance was further deepened by his habit of roaring around on a motorcycle like the young Dr. Kiley of Medical Center. “Doc?” she whispered in amazement. Flustered, Marion reached randomly for a book and clutched it to her chest like a security blanket. Doc smirked. Looking down, Marion saw that she had grasped The Way of all Flesh by Samuel Butler.

“I..I thought you were embedded with the 87th division in Irag now,” she said, confused. “No, that was just a temporary assignment,” breathed Doc in her ear. “I got my doctorate in Mideast Studies, so I spent the past couple of years writing my dissertation on the Kama Sutra, and every time I saw the diagrams of Flower in Bloom position, I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” But, she gasped, “Isn’t it too early in the day for a baked potato?”

He began kissing her urgently again, putting a stop to Marion’s confused but unnecessary questions and sending the blood swirling through her body in pulsating rhythms. She let the logistics slip away and was carried on the waves of yearning, her delicate fingers clutching him closer to her, pressing her body all along the length of his, feeling every bone and muscle. As his hands traversed every inch of her body, Marion pulled off his jacket and felt the heat of his skin through his starched white shirt. She wondered if he was still as dexterous in unhooking her bra, especially since she was wearing her macramé triangle demi-bra and it had some pretty complicated knots.

As she looked at him, his resemblance to Jean-David Levitte seemed even more remarkable, and she felt her control retreating faster than a French soldier. She forgot Herman Melville, forgot Samuel Butler, even almost forgot Charles Dickens, upon whom she had written her thesis. The clocks in the library seemed to freeze at twenty till nine, and Marion felt like a sensuously wicked Miss Havisham with great, no, mind-blowing expectations of orgasms. She hoped their rainy afternoon interlude wouldn’t somehow find its way into Geraldo’s communiques.

C’est fini, oui?

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Hello, I decided to visit LW again(since I am very much loved here) and this time with a very short story that I was inspired to write by watching an amateur porn clip that a friend sent to me, which I thought was extra adorable, here is my take on what was occurring in that video, hope you enjoy Ps. I will leave you all alone in this category for at least a week and I will return with the second half of The Box C.H

On his 15-minute break, Damon sent a text to his wife and asked her to prepare a simple meal for him and that he will be coming home during his lunch break to eat. Normally he would pack his own lunch but was running late in the morning and forgot to bring one along.

Damon was up for a promotion to become the warehouse manager and the past month was pretty stressful trying to make sure he crossed his T’s and dot his I’s. He smiled down at the text his wife sent.

Of course baby, I miss you soooo much, can’t wait for you to come through!

His wife was slick with the sweet talk, he could leave the room for three minutes and she would say that she missed him and wrap him up in her arms as if she’d die to let go.

He proposed to his wife five years ago and it was the best decision he’s ever made. She was smart, beautiful, and most importantly very attentive to his needs. She was the one and only person encouraging him to go for a promotion even though he’s been with the company for less than a year.

“You had plenty of time to show them how valuable you are as an employee,” she said rubbing his shoulders, “I can’t imagine anyone being more qualified than you, daddy.”

“You’re right,” Damon said, leaning into her, “I picked up so much overtime, I’m never late and I offer viable solutions to help improve productivity, I think I will apply.”

“I’m sure you’ll get it,” she said, massaging his temples.

Feeling energized he pulled her around and passionately kissed her before having a marathon love-making session.

Can’t get hard at work, Damon smiled, going back to his station.

******

When Tokat Escort Damon entered his house, he took off his steeled-toed work boots and hard hat and headed toward the kitchen.

“Baby I am home,” he yelled, feeling his stomach rumble. All he had for breakfast was a cup of black coffee on the way out the door and he didn’t get the chance to finish it.

Damon pulled up short when he stepped into the kitchen. He felt himself grow instantly hard by the sight of his wife, who was standing in the kitchen wearing nothing but a lacy see-through black teddy that accentuated her curves, showing off a nice amount of cleavage and exposing the underside of her plump buttocks.

“Oh my god baby, what are you wearing,” he said closing the distance and giving her peck on the cheek. Before he could pull back his wife wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deeper kiss, pressing her body against his.

Damon picked her up and placed her on the counter, not breaking the kiss. His wife pulled back and grinned at him.

“We don’t have much time Daddy, I know you’ve been stressed and I wanted to help relax you,” she said, hopping off the counter and pulling him toward the kitchen chair, “would you let me help you?”

Damon checked his watch and swallowed hard; he only lived a couple of minutes away from his workplace and didn’t want to be late, but he was not going to turn down his wife’s offer. His wife expertly unzipped his jeans and pulled down his briefs causing his cock to bounce straight up.

“Sit back Daddy, let babygirl take away all that stress,” she said, lightly pushing him back and falling to her knees. She placed a timer on the table and set it for 20 minutes.

Turning her attention back to him, she slowly started to massage the inside of his thighs.

Damon took a deep breath and smiled.

“You smell so good baby,” he said reaching down to caress her breast.

“Mmnn daddy no, this is all about you,” she said brushing his hand away.

Damon looked Tokat Escort Bayan down at his beautiful wife and leaned back in the chair. She was staring up at him her eyes not leaving his face, letting him know that he was the center focus of all her attention.

She cupped his dick with her hand and started to stroke it slowly, and while bending down she took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around gently.

“Damn baby that feels so good,” Damon moan, gripping the edge of the table.

She started to hum a little tune with his balls in her mouth and the vibrations went up to his shaft, causing him to spill out droplets of precum. She slowly increased the pace of her hand manipulation to his cock, causing him to snap his head back in pleasure.

“You do that so well,” Damon praised her reaching down to stroke her cheek.

“You like that,” she asked looking up at him and spat out a large glob of spit on his cock before following it down with her mouth, taking him in deeply.

Unprepared Damon moan loudly and bit the inside of his cheek. His wife usually takes her time before devouring him but this time she started off aggressive.

“Girl you gonna put me out of commission, you keep that up,” he said stroking her hair.

She started bobbing her head up and down, making sure to use the tip of her tongue as she went up his shaft.

“Do that fish thing with your mouth babygirl,” he gritted out, feeling close.

He felt the walls of her mouth close in on him and he couldn’t help but thrust his hips up a bit meeting her as she went down on him.

“You are getting this soul for sure,” he moaned, forgetting that he had but a few minutes before he had to leave.

His wife didn’t forget as she shot a quick glance at the timer. She felt herself grow uncomfortably wet and she wanted to reach down and touch herself but she told herself to stay focused.

She took one hand to stroke the bottom half of his cock and started picking up speed sucking the top half. She kept Escort Tokat her eyes on him the entire time, giving him the *fuck me daddy* eyes he knew all too well.

Her mouth was warm and wet and she was hitting all of his targeted areas at once.

Removing her hand she took the full length of his cock in her mouth, feeling it in her throat, she paused there for a couple of seconds before coming back to the tip and started licking the head.

“Give me that creamy,” she begged and went to work again working her way up and down on his shaft.

“You want it, baby girl,” Damon asked feeling his left leg shake and his buttocks drawing close together.

She wouldn’t let up, keeping her pace, letting his cock feel at home.

“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” Damon chanted.

She blinked up at him twice and he let out a long moan as he let out his load into her mouth and the timer went off. His wife felt a sense of pride in herself for achieving her goal.

A bit weak Damon watched as his wife licked him clean, swallowing every last drop of him.

“You put in that work today,” he said, feeling completely relaxed.

“Daddy, you don’t have that much time left,” she said, standing up. “Time to go back to work.”

Damon looked at the kitchen clock and stood up quickly, putting back on his clothes.

“Shoot, you’re right,” he said quickly, “what are you doing for the rest of the day?”

“Some orders came in at the shop so I will be shipping them out and I will be picking up Bre in about 2 hours from preschool,” she said.

“Okay,” he said kissing her cheek before heading toward the door.

“Baby wait,” she said catching up to him.

“What is it, sweetheart,” he said looking back at her, his heart turning over in his chest.

“Your lunch,” she said handing him a packed bag.

Damon let out a laugh because he completely forgot about his hunger.

****

When Damon returned to work he was called in the manager’s office and was informed that he made the promotion and will be getting a 100 percent raise, full insurance benefits, and a week extra of vacation pay. Over the moon, Damon couldn’t wait to get back home to celebrate with his wife.

I need to return the favor, he thought smiling to himself.

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