0 comments/ 25072 views/ 7 favorites Erotic Pain By: Slayers jewel She enters the darkened room, walking carefully, on sure, bare feet, to the dresser. Taking a taper from the brass holder, she strikes a match, the sulfur smell reaching her nose as the flame flares bright a moment. She lights the taper and gently blows out the match. Guarding the candle flame, she crosses to the dark corner where a large pillar candle sits on atop a cast iron stand waiting to be lit. She lights the candle; the light throwing a deep shadow over her as she steps again into the darkened room to the other three corners. The light of the candles provide a soft glow and deep shadows through out the room as she puts out her starting taper and returns it to the sconce on the dresser. She touches the button on the prearranged CD player. Eerie, dark, Celtic vibes echo through the room as she moves toward the bed returning to her place. She kneels quietly on the rug before the bed arranging her body, as He desires. She aligns her body to face the door and kneels with her rounded thighs wide, showing her silky smooth pouting lips for His attention. Her sea green eyes watch the door intently. Her roman features are cast in shadows thrown by the candlelight. She lifts her chin slightly, showing Him her swanlike neck. Her auburn hair floating in gentle curls over her shoulders rests along the top of her heavy breast. Her back arches, long fingers clasp delicately behind her, looking much like a confident and ancient fertility goddess. Her voluptuous body shivers slightly. Her nipples tighten in the cool room as she thinks of the sensations He will cause in her body. Her arousal fills the room with the soft smell of sex, mixed with hot candle wax. Her belly, rounded by birth, aches with a rolling hunger to feel His touch on her sensually charged body; there she waits. After an indeterminate period of time, her mind wanders to what He could have planned for the night. Her thoughts turn darker as the music drifts through her heart. The dangerous rhythm and melodies play and tease until she is apprehensive and full of nervous energy. Even with her sea colored eyes trained on the door she jumps, her goose-prickled breast bouncing softly as she sees Him appear in the doorway. He casts quick studied glance about the room, checking her details before fixing His eyes on her. He is dressed completely in black, the black jeans tight along His well-formed thighs, to the 2-inch leather belt, buckled with a silver clasp shaped as a dragon. His trim waist rises up through a silk shirt, covering a full expansive chest the buckles and buttons catching the candlelight. His shadowed eyes pierce into her soul. He takes in her carefully prepared posture. She can see the longing and desire in His eyes as they travel her body. Exuding confidence and Dominant Power, He walks slowly toward her, candle lit shadows glancing off the angled featured of His face. With a furtive glance she takes in His dark hair begging for her hands to muss it, traveling over His body, watching His muscled chest lift slightly with His measured breath and down to His large strong hands. The square backs and large long fingers curl slightly at His side. The music plays dark and entrancing in the background. He stops a foot from her. Looking down at her as she tips her head back to keep eye contact. Seeing the slight shake of His head she drops her eyes and chin to look straight ahead, a blush over her face. Damn… He had told her not to move, she thinks to herself. He moves in a very slow circle taking in her posture and careful positioning. Tapping her foot with a black boot to indicate she straighten it… running a soft hand over her hair… “Very good my sweet… tonight will be a good night.” Walking across the room, He opens the Toy box. Crouching before it, He pulls a few items from the box. First, her favorite deep purple silk scarf, running it slippery through His hands as He searches for the next item. A purple-laced leather flogger is pulled from the box next as He looks over His shoulder to be sure she has not moved. She is looking straight ahead still, long delicate hands clasped behind her back. She listens intently as He rummages through the box. Placing the scarf and the flogger on the night table beside Him, He closes the box with a click of the latch. He rises and she hears Him open the display case that holds their knives. She shivers slightly, knowing He intends one of them to crawl over her skin. After a few moments, He pulls a blade, a folding knife with a long straight blade black handle and weight firm in His hand from the cabinet, adding it to the flogger and scarf on the table. He picks the scarf up and turns to her, running the silk through His fingers. He steps behind her. Kneeling down, He reaches over her shoulder brushing her auburn hair back. Whispering in her ear “here baby let me help you with this”; He places the blindfold over her eyes. Her perfume trickles through His senses the sweet fresh fragrance filling His mind. With a kiss to that special place on the side of her neck, just there…, the room goes dark beneath the silken scarf. She feels Him rise and move around her body feeling His hands on her elbows, pulling her hands free from behind her. Her arms rise to Him, so He may take her hands, pulling her up from her kneel to stand blindfolded before Him. Slowly He leads her to the bed and tells her to lie out on the bed. He adjusts the cuffs always kept tied to their large four-poster bed. Fitting them on her hands and ankles, He tightens them to fit snuggly over her wrists and ankles. He buckles them into place so that she is spread eagle over the bed. She feels the cool satin beneath her back and legs, her head flat on the mattress. She turns her head to where He is now standing, right near the nightstand. Hearing Him pick something from the table, she waits, anticipating the next sensation anxiously. He moves to kneel beside her on the bed and strokes the leather tails of the flogger lightly over her body. The tickling sensations raise goose flesh in a trail behind them. His other hand warms her up, caressing her breasts, first one, kneading it softly in His hand then the other as she draws deep breaths. Her sight gone, she can only hear and feel the sensations of his hands. One strokes over her body softly, now moving over her mound; her breath quickens as the other brushes across her nipples softly then more firmly until they are tight and hard under His fingers. Her heart skips as the loose tails of the flogger tickling caressingly over her belly and up over her breasts. Softly they brush against her hardened nipples she draws a sudden breath, the tickling roll of desire slipping through her body turns more serious. The leather brushing tantalizingly over her throat before heading back down her body while his hand has drifted somewhat lower resting splayed across her mound cupping her gently in his large firm hand his fingers spread softly along her moist hot slit. Rubbing softly along her lips she sighs heavily and bites her lip as her desire becomes more evident in the wetness seeping into His hand. Pressing down firmly she feels His fingers bathed in her juices as they sink inside her folds. Stroking firmly along Her hot insides the middle finger dipping into her pussy and moving a dangerous circle just inside with each curling stroke. Suddenly a second finger joins his first one and He sinks them deeply into her hot wet pussy touching her womb as she gasps and whimpers slightly, she rolls her hips urgently upward to Him. His thumb finds her clit and begins to massage and rub it firmly in counter point to His now stroking fingers, fingers stroking deep inside firming up her g-spot, moving her toward orgasm at an alarming pace. Her shaky breaths become soft moans as she nears the edge. He keeps stroking until she is moaning loudly coupling the sensation by the leather tails sliding softly over her breasts and nipples keeping them tight and heated. Calling out her need. Begging for her release as He had taught her. He whispers to her. “Not yet my pet… hold on now… not nearly enough.” stroking His fingers deep and hard, his hands drenched as her scent fills the air and surrounds his senses. He presses down hard on her clit stalling her orgasm just as it is about to erupt her moans turning to gasping whimpers as his fingers are suddenly withdrawn and only his thumb remains pressing down on her clit. Keeping her at the edge. Not allowing the desperate release she needs slowly He pulls his hand away as she arches her hips toward Him her body wanting its release as the fires burn hot and hungry through her. Her cries subside to heavy breathing once again; the leather strips now flowing over her body from neck to knees calming and yet arousing her at the same time. He flicks a thumb or hand over her nipples to keep them hot and ready. Feeling her arousal increase under his touch He suddenly reaches between her thighs and buries his two fingers completely into her waiting wet pussy. She cries out in exquisite sensation as his fingers jam tight into her body. Hard, fast and deep, stroking against her g-spot occasionally. Her flesh rippling as He pounds relentlessly into her driving her directly to the edge as she grinds her hips against his hand begging and calling for Him to let her go. Fighting hard and losing ground against the burning consuming desire she feels in her soul; calling out for release. Needing it shivering and quaking beneath his hand writhing in her cuffed bondage pulling at the restraints. Her calls become sobbing wracking moans He slows his hand until his fingers simply rest inside her the edge ever so slowly subsiding to a heated rolling fire deep inside her. The feeling flows from her clit through her womb up to her hungrily tingling breast and nipples. Giving her only a moment to rest she feels the buckles released from her hands and ankles. He breathes deep, His dark eyes showing desire and anticipation, His voice heavy and laced with hunger as he pulls her up onto her knees. Fixing her blindfold to be sure it has not come loose while she thrashed about the bed; He guides her to the bottom corner of the bed. Taking her hands tying them together with a length of cord He ties them to the post above her head. Adjusting her knees with the handle of the flogger spreading them before moving the rawhide laced handle up between her thighs. He kneels behind her pressing His body to hers; she feels the bulge of His cock hard against her back. His chest rising and falling in deep ravenous breathes, His voice husky and filled with passion as He whispers in her ear. “Now precious…you need to stay real still. Did the leather not feel good on your body? Did you not feel the fire? You need this my pet the hot burning of the leather on your skin. I will teach you to love the taste of this fire.” As he is speaking he moves the handle slowly between her thighs and runs it along her hot wet lips letting the rawhide rub across her clit. His other hand is wrapped around her chest softly pinching and rolling her nipples between his fingers, her soft little moans echoing in T/their ears. “Slowly and deliberately I will take you to the edge of both pleasure and pain. Trust me precious, let go of your fear and just experience this.” Pulling the handle away from her lips He backs away; she feels him climb off the bed, He admires her body tied there as His desire grows. He replaces the flogger with His hand stroking her pussy lightly. His fingers playing over the insides of her moist lips, they glide over her clit causing her moans to increase as her arousal once again builds. Stepping back before she can react she feels a light slap across her ass causing her to jump as the leather tails are fanned across the roundness of her cheeks, jarring her mind back slightly she stills, listening she hears a soft whisper as He slaps the flogger lightly across her ass again. His fingers moving up and down her hungry lips working their familiar magic; her mind drifts back to the pleasure building, the orgasm being coaxed from her body. “That's my girl, that wasn’t bad. Was it? Do you want to feel it again?” his throaty voice sounding to the right or her ear. His fingers driving deep inside her body, drawing them up against her g-spot manipulating her body toward the edge as she whimpers softly indecisive and apprehensive of the next blow. He strokes her inexorably closer to the edge, she grinds herself against His fingers longing for that edge, the demanding between her thighs. His voice suddenly breaks through her thoughts, “Tell me you want to feel the burn, the pain as it heats your skin and excites your body, Tell me, Tell me now or I stop.” Still anxious she nods slightly. “No precious, use your voice. Tell me.” His fingers begin to pull away and she moans louder… “No, please don’t stop,” she begs, “Please I want to feel it again.” Hearing what He was wanting, longing for, the power, the control, and the rush causing His cock to grow even harder. The first step in her surrender to Him is done. Plunging His fingers into her pussy again He swings the flogger, it swishes through the air splaying the leather strips across her ass slightly harder causing her to gasp. Her body stiffens and struggles to accept the stinging needles of pain, jerking slightly and calling out in shock as the heat mingles with her own rolling and viscously caged fire. He strokes her clit with his thumb as she slowly relaxes accepting and taking in the pain as she rises toward the edge once again; only to feel the smack of the flogger hitting her, warming her ass yet again, eating through her needy fogged mind. She gasps again calling out loudly as the stripes begin to sting she drops her head to the post pressing against it in as the pain rages a war with the pleasure and passion she feels. He watches and feels her body react to each stroke now. Knows of the battle raging inside her from the pain and the pleasure she is feeling, her mind searching needing to understand how she can feel such excitement as the pain increases. There should be a difference, a separation of the two sensations, shouldn't there be? Pumping his fingers slowly deep inside her pussy keeping her right on the edge her moans building softly and urgently as He tells her “Tell me when you are ready.” She nods feeling the fire, the heat and sting of needles splayed against her ass. Summoning her strength she nods decisively remembering to use her voice in a cracking tone, “Yes, I’m ready.” He pulls his fingers from her pussy much to her dismay but lovingly cups her breast slowly massaging and caressing it a moment before she hears the whirling sound of the flogger as the strips of leather bite into her ass quickly twice in succession. The sting heats her further as she presses her head hard against the post, her moans increasing. Her mind struggling, trying to sort fear from pain, and heat from arousal, soon the sensations mingle and bind slowly edging the fear from her mind as the burn and arousal begin to form together edging along the pain. Stroking quickly down her body he slips his hand once again into her pussy. Rubbing her clit firmly then teasingly soft assured by her calling cries that she is desperately close to orgasm, He thrusts two fingers deep inside her poising them just there over her sweet spot. Growling deeply into her ear he demands, “You need to cum now don’t you. You want to bathe my hand in your hot juices.” Whimpering and sobbing she nods and moans. Begging for Him to let her cum let the orgasm he has been holding on edge all night break free, tears soaking into the blindfold as she begs to climax. “Then cum for me baby,” he growls stroking her g-spot and clit together “cum NOW, let go. Cum for ME.” Crying out her release and joy as her body begins to quake and shudder; she feels a sudden hard slapping sting echo through her body as he swings the flogger hard down several times as her body shakes and her cries increase to screams her orgasm ripping her heart from her laboring chest. Tightening and milking his fingers inside her the sting of the leather on her ass echoing the flash of heat inside her. Commanding her again to cum he continues to stroke her g-spot and clit. Feeling her bucking and throbbing against his hand. The world grays and slips away leaving her sagging against the post being supported by his arm around her chest sobbing and shaking uncontrolled her body echo’s the orgasm. After shocks making her jump and spasm. He tosses the flogger onto the bed and quickly unties her holding her tight against Him whispering “relax baby relax and let it go, that’s it, it’s alright now, relax.” As she slowly returns to earth he runs an experimental hand over her rosy red ass feeling the heat under his hand. Groaning softly, he presses the bulge of his cock hungrily against her as she whimpers lightly. He pulls the blindfold from her eyes tossing the silk scarf aside. Urgent need evident in His eyes as he pulls her to the head of the bed. Helping her kneel, resting her chest, arms and head in the pillows leaving her hot red ass in the air with her splayed knees showing off her still dripping hot pussy. Literally ripping his jeans from his body he moves behind her rubbing her ass with His hands ever so soft and slowly, feeling the heat sink into his hand as his breathing turns to soft panting, His need and desire spike through him. She moans softly remembering both the pain and heart rending orgasm. Grasping His rock hard cock he aligns it quickly along her slit rubbing the swollen pink head painfully slow up and down her hot slit. Gripping her hips he plunges suddenly and deeply into her in a single stroke. Burying himself the hilt; His abdomen rubbing softly against her lovely red ass, she moans softly and instinctively presses back on to him as he plunges in, feeling him full and deep and still inside her. Steadying himself he begins to thrust slowly in and out running a hand deliciously over her ass feeling the heat prickle beneath him. She tightens her cheeks under his hands then winces slightly and relaxes feeling the hot streak as he runs his hands over her. His fingers drag in streaks of white that quickly fill in with the red heat of his attention to her. She gasps panting heavily as His hands grip her red round ass. Admiring His handiwork; with a pleased growl of satisfaction He places both His hands along her fiery cheeks squeezing until the red disappears then watching with her moans in His ears as the pink skin turns back to red. Her arousal building as he directs her softly, “rub that clit for me baby I want you to cum with me.” As she reaches her arm toward her wet mound He moans softly “ohhhhh, that’s it precious. Rub that clit.” she rubs her clit firmly clockwise. As He pounds slowly into her pussy building a quicker rhythm as her cries increase. In and out he pounds into her. The slapping of His flesh against hers increasing, pulling her closer and closer to him. He hears her near the edge, her peak and holds back no more as he slams harder and deeper into her pulling her hard onto His cock by the hips bumping against her womb with each heavy stroke. Hearing her final cry as she topples over the edge, His body tightens rigid as he cums hard and deep into her pulling her tight against his cock feeling her muscles throb and quake inside. Squeezing and releasing every ounce of hot cum into her, His heart pounds and he feels his head spin. Stilling finally He topples to the side pulling her with Him their juices mingling on T/their thighs as T/they catch T/their breath. Holding her, stroking her hair as he pants heavily and shakes softly, He whispers soft loving words holding her tight and slowly gentling her until she drifts softly to a doze. ~jewel~ Erotic Party I heard a normal college party outside my bedroom door. Music played. People talked. I pictured them walking around in my living room, casually drinking and carrying on with interesting conversations about sports, school, and whatever else fancied their interests. I planned to enter into this party, but not like any of the others. As I looked down at my half-naked body, I grew excited at the thought of finally being able to fulfill my most intense fantasy. "Well Martha, are you ready?" My friend, Jenny, cracked open the door to look inside. "You look absolutely fantastic. I'm sure a few of the guys are going to have a hard time. A very, very hard time, if you know what I mean." I knew exactly what she meant, but only drew in a deep breath and looked down on myself once more. 'It wouldn't be so bad if I was more normal sized,' I thought to myself. If I had a flat chest or even average sized, it wouldn't be nearly so intimidating. But I knew my double-D cupped melons displayed in the erotic swimsuit would draw everyone's attention. Two narrow strips of cloth fell down from my shoulders and across my boobs. They joined an equally meager panty around my waist. It was enough to cover all the important parts, but just barely. I saw tit sticking out all over. I think a full two-thirds of my big boobs lay exposed. Even worse, they lay exposed in their natural state because the erotic swimsuit offered no support. Additional skin lay exposed behind me, I knew, for the swimsuit needed no straps across the center of my back. Worse yet, the bottom was little more than a thong. Into the party I was supposed to enter wearing this meager selection of clothing. Everyone else would be fully dressed, but I would have skin sticking out all over. They would get to see nearly all of me, but they were not supposed to notice or say anything about it. This was my fantasy. This was what I dreamed about on those cold, lonely nights. "Well?" Jenny interrupted my thoughts. "I guess I'm ready," I looked to her to reluctantly answer. I felt my pulse racing. "Well then, let's go," Jenny stepped inside and took me by the arm as though to give me the courage to finally go through with it. No one stood in the hallway on the opposite side of the open door, thank God, but I suppose it didn't really matter. They were all going to see me anyway. I tossed my long, dark hair over my shoulders and cautiously followed. Except for one special invitee, according to Jenny, everyone knew me. A few were friends. Others were classmates. I already recognized one voice as my geeky lab partner from chemistry class. Jenny said she invited a dozen people who agreed to help me live out my wild little fantasy. Luckily, not all were men, as I first expected. Jenny surprised me earlier when she said all but one of the guys arrived with a date. The girlfriends and two wives apparently felt just as interested in participating as the men. "Come on Martha!" Jenny had to almost pull me into the hallway. Even though I originated the whole idea, I still felt apprehension and a great deal of embarrassment. My heart beat like mad. I felt myself growing wet with sweat. It is one thing to think about an erotic fantasy in the mind, but quite another to carry one out in real life. Looking down at myself one last time before walking out the door, my bountiful tits looked bigger than ever before. I couldn't believe what I was doing. "Oh! Hello Martha," I heard a male voice say to me. "Where have you been? Busy studying?" I looked up to see Brian walk past, probably going to the bathroom. I know he saw me too. I know he saw my big tits, but he didn't mention anything about them. He simply walked on past as though I remained fully clothed. "Yea, studying," I remembered to answer. I nearly choked on my own words, but then suddenly felt much more relaxed. Finally, someone had seen my exposed body. More importantly, a man had seen it, and he acted as though he didn't see it. A relaxed breeze passed through me as I entered the dream of my fantasy. I suppose it was a lot like giving a presentation before a large audience. As soon as I reached the stage, the fear went away. Brian had broken the ice. "Studying!" Another male voice gave me a hard time. "It's Friday night! You're not supposed to study on a Friday night! Get out here and grab yourself a beer." I stood outside the doorway of my bedroom and was out in the hallway. In front of me stood three people, waiting in line to use the adjoining bathroom. The one who just spoke was John, a good friend of mine that I knew from back home. A brief look of surprise emulated from his eyes, but then he quickly regained his composure. In the back of my mind, I figured the size of my tits surprised him but then he remembered the plan. "Well, you know me," I answered him, trying to regain my own composure. "I've always been a student studier, but I'm ready for a drink now." It quickly grew a lot easier as we ventured down the hall to join the party. Still a bit strange and awkward, of course, but I rapidly became accustomed to my near-nudity. Jenny pulled me along into the living room as though she was afraid I might run back into my bedroom. I looked around surprised to see so many people. "You said only a dozen!" I whispered my concern to Jenny. "There are only a dozen," She answered. "There are only about a dozen couples." She gave me a little smile, but I didn't mind. 'The more the merrier,' I thought to myself. I was more surprised at how many people agreed to play a part in living out my wild little fantasy, and then I thought about how many men were going to be rewarded with the sight of my near-naked boobs. The music still played, but I noticed the general noise level in the room diminish as soon as we walked in. Many people stopped talking, looked at my erotic state of undress, but then seemed to remember the fantasy and quickly resume their conversations. They were supposed to resume. That was the intent of the fantasy. I was to be dressed like a wanton slut for the evening, but everyone was going to treat me as though nothing was out of the ordinary. I naturally expected some problems and a few awkward moments. Some of the men, I knew, wouldn't be able to keep their eyes off my tits and ass. It would be as difficult for them as it was for me, but I figured most of them would play out the fantasy exactly how I wanted. "Let's get a drink," Jenny offered, still holding my arm. "Excellent idea," I agreed. I really need a drink; a very strong drink. I already pounded two shots of Wild Turkey in the bedroom, but I could really use two or three more, although I also had to be careful. Being a short, almost petite girl, I always had to be careful about drinking too much. I couldn't put them away like Jenny. We walked towards the kitchen and the liquor cabinet but never made it. Several of my friends and fellow students said hello along the way. At one point Roger, my biology lab partner, invited me into a conversation. Four of them talked together, and I could hear they were talking about one of the more comical professors at the University. "What do you think?" One of my girlfriends asked me, so I joined them. We talked for several minutes. The anxiety began to leave me. I almost forgot my state of undress, until one of them mentioned a particularly funny occurrence. I laughed about it, and then began to think about my tits juggling when I laughed. I suddenly became self-conscious again. "Listen," I interrupted. "I really need to get a drink. I'll be right back." "Never mind!" I heard Jenny behind me. "I brought the drink to you. It's a very special drink. I made it up myself – well, with a little help, that is." I grew curious about her words as she handed me a wineglass. The sneaky, sly way she said "special drink" naturally made me suspect something was going on. I took the wine glass to inspect it closer. I wondered some more. Clearly, it wasn't wine. The glass held something else, but I couldn't tell what it was. It held a white liquid, almost like milk, but not quite thick enough. It looked a little like a White Russian, but I could see it was comprised of two different consistencies. Part of it looked almost like water. Suspended within it were globs of some kind of thick, whiter substance. "What is this?" I asked. "You'll see!" Jenny answered in her sneaky, sly little voice. "Just take a sip and I'm sure you will recognize the taste from many times before." Her words confused me, so I first smelled it. It didn't smell at all like any kind of liquor I recognized. Instead, it had a distinctive, musky smelling order. I knew I had smelled it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where. "Go ahead and taste it," Jenny prodded. "Don't worry, it won't hurt you." I figured it was some kind of new drink the girls had made up. They were always trying to come up with new contraptions from the random mixing of different liquors in an attempt to create a unique taste. I figured I might as well go ahead and try it, but braced myself for a strong kick. I brought the glass up to my lips. Conversations around me stopped. People watched. Something was going on, I knew, but I couldn't figure out what it was. "You once told me in private about another little aspect of your fantasy," Jenny spoke in a whisper as I sipped. It tasted salty and was a little warm. I had tasted it before, but couldn't quite remember where. Then I thought about Jenny's words and tried to think about what I had once told her in private. "Oh my God!" I couldn't help but cry out loud. I suddenly understood. It all made perfect sense. The special drink! The warm liquid! The white, cloudy substance! It all came together in an instant. "That's right!" Jenny confirmed what I already knew. "Oh my!" I said more quietly as I brought my hand up to my lips in disbelief. I looked again at the glass. I notice my hand trembled as it held it. "What is it?" Randy took a step closer and asked with a smile. "What is it Martha? Is there something wrong with your drink?" I could tell that he knew. "Have you figured it out yet?" Jenny leaned closer and whispered into my ear. "Tell me, what is in the wine glass you have in your hand?" I knew what it was, but I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe Jenny would do such a thing! More amazingly, I couldn't believe she could get a guy to do it. Or actually, I thought to myself, several guys by the look of the quantity in the glass. "Excuse me," I backed away from the group of giggling men and women. I think most of them knew, or at least some of the men must have known. I wondered if any of them donated. I took Jenny by the arm and led her to a corner of the room where no one else could hear. "This is spunk!" I said in disbelief. "That's right," Jenny confirmed. "I'm holding a glass of male spunk in my hand!" I repeated. "And you just took a drink of human, male sperm," She said back, louder than I thought necessary. "And you still have quite a bit left, unless you don't like it?" "No!" I said as I instinctively withdrew the glass when her hand came near. "No, I like it fine." "I thought you would," Jenny then told me. "Now, go back over and continue the conversation with your friends. Especially talk to John, because he's one of the men who contributed." I looked at the glass and then I looked over to John. A hot tingle of excitement charged through my body. I thought about how erotic it would be to casually drink a man's cumm right in front of him, and then realized I already had. "I think I will," I concluded, and walked back over to where I had left off before Jenny gave me the drink. "What was that all about?" John questioned. "Oh nothing," I answered between breaths. I realized I was breathing hard. My pulse raced. My hand still shook as it held the wine glass. I need a drink, I thought to myself, and then did so. I saw him flinch as I took another sip, sending another hot tingle through my body. I've never particularly liked the taste of male cumm. I more enjoyed what it did to a man when I swallowed it. I still remember the very first time I gave a man a blow job. I remember his grunts and moans, and the pure, erotic thrill it gave him when he ejected into my mouth. John's flinch made me feel the same way. The conversation switched to another professor at the university, Professor Duke. "What a boar!" Lisa said. "It takes him half of class just to take roll call." "He's the only professor I have who takes roll call," William added. "He makes me feel like I'm still in grade school." I tried to stay involved with the conversation as best I could, but the constant taste of the salty male sperm on my lips made my mind drift. It made me want to taste it fresh. I kept imagining my lips around John's dick, and then every other guy's dick in the room. I took a third sip and noticed William flinch too, which only made me wonder if I might be drinking him also. By Jenny's words and the quantity of sperm in the glass, I knew it had to come from more than one man, and William would have made an excellent candidate. I couldn't help but get excited at the thought that the warm liquid in my mouth was the same liquid that, not long before, had been locked in his nuts. I took another sip and watched him closer. The group broke up about five minutes later, all except John and myself. The two of us stood alone when he asked me. "By the way, Martha, how do you like your drink?" I noticed he again held a smile on his face when he asked. "It's very taste," I told him. "It's really very delicious! I wish I could have some more." By this time I had nearly emptied the glass. "What's the name of that drink anyway?" John wanted more detail. I didn't know what to say at first. I didn't know why he even asked me, given the fact he already knew. I figured he was trying to embarrass me, so I came up with the idea to simply embarrass him back. "It's called male sperm," I told him simply, and then added. "Human, male sperm." John never flinched. "Do you like to eat male sperm?" He asked instead, sounding very relaxed and casual. "Oh yes, very much," I tried again. "I really like the taste, you know. I try to eat male sperm every chance I get." He still didn't flinch. I couldn't believe it. "I notice you swallowed nearly all of it," He calmly spoke instead. "Oh yes," I tried one last time. "I always swallow. I know some girls who don't, but I always do. I guess I just love the taste of it." At this, he finally gave a reaction. His eyes grew wide and his mouth opened. I noticed a drop of perspiration drip down his brow. I had won. John spoke no more. He simply turned around in silence and headed back to the keg of beer. I figured he needed a drink; a very strong drink. I momentarily found myself alone, but given my state of undress I did not remain alone for long. My male friends quickly noticed and walked up to make conversation. First one and then came another. Soon, a half-dozen men surrounded me. They were all attracted, I know, to my big tits. Although none of them looked directly, I could feel their eyes upon my cleavage as they took occasional glances. It was a lot like going to the beach or wearing a low cut blouse to work. Men always took the occasional glance at my tits. The only difference now was the amount on display. "How's your job going?" Frank asked me. "You still waitressing down at the Timbers, aren't you?" "Sure am," I told the guys. "Three nights per week. Money's not great, but I make good tips, especially when a wear something a little revealing to the job." They all smiled. "You should get work as a cocktail waitress," Frank told me. "Or maybe at one of those dance clubs. I bet you could really make some great tips that way." I knew what he meant and had to agree. The conversation gradually shifted back to school and then the Thursday's night episode of ER. Soon, I found myself having an almost normal conversation with the men, although I still remained fully aware of my exposed condition. I noticed it in the men too. Some of them, like Frank and John, could carry on a conversation while seeming to ignore my near-nudity. Others grew shy and bashful. Talking to them was almost a chore. The more I talked, the more aroused I got. I think the dirty little conversation with John helped. Maybe even the glass of sperm too, like something similar to alcohol. After a while I started to fantasize about slipping off the upper half of the swimsuit and going around topless. For a brief moment, I even thought about slipping down my bottom. It would be so exciting to talk to a bunch of fully clothed men while in the nude, but I quickly got hold of myself. I talked a long time with the guys. It went on and on for twenty or maybe thirty minutes. It was just me and the guys; one sparsely clad young lady talking with a dozen fully clothed young men. I didn't even see a wife or a girlfriend, and then realized I hadn't seen any of the women for a long time. I figured they would eventually get pissed at their husband's and boyfriend's attention to my tits, and come to pull them away, but no one interrupted us at all. I talked with the guys. We kept on talking about all sorts of interesting subjects just as we would have done at a normal party. They only item we did not talk about was the one subject I'm sure was on all their minds: my tits. All the guys behaved obediently to the request of my fantasy. Jenny surprised me from behind, tapping me on my bare shoulder. "I have someone here I would like you to meet," She invited. "Not now!" I tried to push her away. I wanted to stay with the guys. I was having a good time. "But I think you are really going to want to meet this person," Jenny spoke seductively. I turned. "What do you mean?" She spooked my interest. "Well," She began slowly. "Do you remember what else you told me in private about your little voyeur fantasy?" I thought about it for only a second. This time I knew full well what she meant. "Do you mean?" I questioned in shock. She nodded her head to indicate a silent "yes." The other little aspect of my voyeur fantasy was a man. I once told Jenny in private that I wished there was a man at the party, a man in the same condition as me or perhaps with even less. Specifically, I told Jenny I wanted it to be a handsome guy, like maybe even a Chip-and-Dale dancer sort of guy. "Are you serious?" I wanted to make sure. Jenny nodded her head again. "Then where is he?" I immediately grew interested. I stood up on my toes to make myself as tall as the others. He wasn't hard to spot, although I did not see him directly. Instead, I saw the group of women all standing together in a circle on the opposite side of the room. I could easily guess who was in the middle. That was why no wives or girlfriends came to interrupt us. They had their own entertainment. "If you will excuse us," Jenny took me by the arm. "Let me introduce him. I'm sure you'll want to see him as much as he wants to see you." I saw flesh. I saw naked flesh in the spaces between the bodies. I could tell it was the flesh of a man. I could also tell it was from a very muscular man, a hunk, maybe it even was from a real life Chip-and-Dale dancer. He looked well built and I could tell he had a tan. I couldn't help but wonder about tan lines. Then I saw his face. He stood taller than any of the women, like about 6 feet in height. I saw a handsome head of black hair and a tanned brow. I saw blue eyes and a dimpled chin. He looked gorgeous. "Step aside Girls," Jenny announced. They did, although they only did so reluctantly. They grudgingly separated as we drew near. The fantasy I told Jenny involved a naked man, but I didn't hold out much hope for full nudity. I more realistically expected to see a man in a pair of shorts or maybe a thong. At the very best, I thought he might be wearing a tight bikini brief or maybe even one of those see-through fish net bikinis. I would have enjoyed any of those things, but what I actually saw was even better. My wildest fantasy had come true. Erotic Party The man was incredibly good-looking and totally naked. And when I mean totally, I mean totally. I didn't see a single stitch of clothing on his entire body. He didn't even wear hair to cover himself. His head held shoulder length blond hair, but the area between his legs was shaved clean as if to show off his strongest asset. And what an asset! I now knew why none of the girls came over to join us from before. They guy had an incredible body! His biceps looked as though they were about to burst, and his smooth chest appeared as hard as a rock. I suspected he worked out about seven nights a week and could probably run a couple of miles before tiring. He was the type of guy every girl dreams about. The guy was really built, and I don't just mean his muscles either. Well, that is, except for one muscle; his most important muscle. What I mean is, he looked big. He appeared impressively thick and long. I thought at first it was due to his absence of hair or maybe from my own excited state, but I could see there was more to it than that. His dick looked to extend one-third the way down to his knees. "Let me introduce you to my friend Stephen," Jenny spoke to me. "And Stephen, this is the birthday girl, Martha, the girl I told you so much about." "Glad to finally meet your acquaintance," He held out his hand. "I see Jenny didn't exaggerate. You look as beautiful and even more impressive than she described." I blushed with embarrassment as I took his hand, knowing the hidden meaning behind his words. What he really meant to say was that my tits were surprisingly big, even bigger than what Jenny had described, but then so was he. As I held his hand - his hard, callused, strong hand - I had an impulsive little fantasy where I reached out for his dick instead. "Glad to meet you too," I almost choked on my own words. It was hard to believe I was shaking hands in the middle of a party with a naked man. We shook hands for only a second. The next moment I found myself being pulled in close. Our lips came together. He gave me a deep, passionate kiss. It happened so fast I didn't have time to react. One second he stood before me, and the next second he had his arms around me and our lips were locked together. He kissed me open-mouthed and long, pulling me in close and squeezing our bodies together. Lips touched lips. Flesh touched flesh. My tits smashed up against his chest while at the same time I felt his organ press up against my stomach. He even grinded his hips some, making me feel his organ more distinctly. "Happy birthday!" He announced when he finally let go. "It feels like I already know you! And maybe later we can get to know each other a lot better." I was in dreamland. Squeals and moans came from the women around me, but they sounded like a long distance away. "Wait-to-go Martha," One of them said. "Looks like you might be a little tired in the morning," Another teased. I knew what they meant, for I thought the same thing myself. Before this evening was out, this well hung hunk of a man, I knew, was almost certainly going to fuck me. My pulse raced. My breathing labored. I had to take a step back to gather my thoughts, and I almost stumbled over my own feet as I did so. I needed time to thing. Everything was happening too fast. The circle of women quickly drew in around Stephen once again, leaving me on the outside, not quite believing what I had just witnessed. The guy was just so damned good looking and so big! And not only that, but he was so naked. I couldn't help but think about what it would be like to be fucked by a man with such an enormous dick. "Wow!" I heard Jenny from a long ways off. "I think he likes you!" She giggled. I glanced over to see her stand beside me. I slowly came back to reality. "And did you see that monster dick of his?" She asked next. "Holy shit! What a enormous prick!" I had seen it all right! "With a dick like that," She giggled. "I think he could ride you into multiple orgasm!" I remained too much in awe to laugh along with her. "Where did you ever find him?" I finally asked after gathering myself together. "You hire him out of some male strip joint or what?" "Find him?" Jenny asked back. "I didn't find him anywhere! He just showed up at the front door." "Oh yea?" I knew she was kidding, of course. "A naked man just happened to show up at the front door. A guy with an enormous prick, not wearing anything at all." Jenny smiled back to me. "It's your birthday!" She said. "Strange things happen!" They certainly did. "Thank you," I finally spoke. "I didn't expect this." "It's your birthday," She told me again. "You deserve the best, and speaking of the best..." She looked around. "You look as though you could use another drink, but I'm afraid it's not quite ready yet. Why don't you come over here and sit down for a minute." I followed, thinking about her words and the earlier wine glass. Sitting down next to her on the couch, I happened to notice only three men left in the room. I imagined the rest of them in the bathroom and the back bedrooms, jerking themselves off to images of my topless body. "I hope you don't have any more surprises," I said. "I don't think I can take any more." "I don't have anything else planned," She answered. "The rest is up to you..." She paused. "And Stephen." Jenny looked up as I felt a tap on my shoulders. "Excuse me, but you left awfully fast," He spoke. "I was going to ask you for a dance." He stood behind me: Stephen, as naked as before. "This party needs to liven up a little," He took charge. "Let's everyone dance." And so we did so. Right where he stood, he started dancing. He swayed and shook to the rock-and-roll music. About a half dozen women quickly gathered in all around him and started to dance too. They acted like his harem, but I noticed Stephen kept his eyes firmly locked on me. I soon got up and followed. Whatever he said was fine with me, so I started to dance in rhythm to his own moves. He was a really good dancer, and he looked even better when he danced in the raw. Glancing down, I couldn't help but notice his dick. It bounced all around, shaking and moving with the beat of the music and making him look even bigger than before. He looked almost as though he was a professional dancer, or maybe one of those Chip-and-Dale dancers who shake their bodies up on stage. He put on quite a show, and I know I did too. I felt my big tits jiggle all around as I too shook my body in rhythm to the music. One way and then to the next, I felt my unsupported tits swivel back and forth counter to the motion of my body. It was inevitable that they jiggled. They were too big not to jiggle. As I danced, I felt the eyes of all the men upon me, although at this point I no longer cared. I was too much entranced by the performance of Stephen's prick to care about my own. He moved and shook with increased furry as we got further into the song, making his dick go flying off in every direction. I don't think I had ever seen a dick move so much before in my life, and especially such a long one. The song finally ended, only to be replaced by a slower, more romantic melody. I wanted to sit down to rest, but Stephen quickly took me in his arms and held me close. I felt him again. He drew me in close and we hugged, and I again felt him on my stomach. I felt, that is, his soft pole press up against the bare skin of my body. Because he was so much taller than me, it touched above my panty. My head only came up to his chest and my cheek rested upon his hard quads. It really felt good. I think it was about eight inches long. His dick, that is, I think it was about eight inches in length. It extended all the way down from my belly button to below the line of my panty. It looked even longer when he shook it all around to the rock-and-roll music, and it was easily the longest dick I had ever seen in person - and maybe even the longest dick I had ever seen in pictures too. Stephen probably had an eight inch prick, and that was when he was still soft. It was hard to imagine what it would look like when full. That was when I began to feel it harden. "Oh my!" I said out loud. "Oh my!" Clearly, I felt it. At first I thought it was just my imagination, but then I felt it move slightly to the side. It touched my thigh and I felt it was clearly harder than it was only a few moments before. "Is there something wrong?" He whispered into my ear. "What is it Martha?" "Oh, nothing!" I choked on my own words. "Nothing at all." I felt it some more. His dick both hardened and then elongated as it pressed up against me. I felt him growing. I wondered if anyone else noticed it, and then decided I didn't care. "I have a present to give you later," He spoke to me as one song ended and another began. The next song swayed faster, but we continued to dance close together. "Maybe you can guess what it is?" It kept hardening and elongating, and then it started to rise too. I felt it push to the outside in the same way that it would otherwise have done in his pants. He momentarily pulled our bodies apart in order to give it a chance to pop up the rest of the way, and then he quickly squeezed me close again. "Oh God!" I heard a female voice in the background. "Holy fuck!" Another cried out. I realized they had seen it in the brief instant we were apart and Stephen stood exposed. It sounded as though the girls were impressed, and I soon felt why. It did not take him long after that. As he held us close together and gently pressed his risen pole against me, I felt him rise even more. Soon the guy was almost into my cleavage, or at least that's what it seemed like. I felt his pole as it started near my belly button and extended almost all the way up to my boobs. The thing had to be about a foot long. I couldn't believe a man could be so big. He truly did have a monster. "What was in that drink contraption you were drinking before?" He whispered into my ear, interrupting one pleasant thought with another. I felt too embarrassed to answer. "I mean in the wine glass," He elaborated. "Tell me Martha, what were you drinking? Tell me, really." I realized he already knew. Jenny must have told him. He only wanted me to say it out loud. Knowing I was trapped, I answered him truthfully. "It was man juice," I said, feeling both excited and humiliated at the sound of my own words. "It was, you know, male spunk." Immediately, he ground into me. I felt him grind his waist against me, pressing his hard organ more strongly against my body. I think it grew by another inch. "Did you enjoy it?" He asked next. "I mean, did you enjoy drinking the sperm of your male friends? How did it taste?" I hesitated only slightly before answering. "Delicious!" He ground his cock into me again. This apparently made him excited, and I suddenly found myself wanting to see his dick again. I could feel it, but I still hadn't seen the thing - at least in its present, elongated state. Then I started to wonder what would happen when the song ended. He didn't have any clothing. 'How is he going to hide it?' I questioned. About two minutes later I found out. He didn't! He simply pulled himself away and we walked off the makeshift dance floor. I first saw it in the eyes of the other women in the room. A group of four of them sat around the kitchen table. Their eyes seemed to almost budge out of their skulls as they looked at us walking towards them. They were clearly impressed. Then I heard it in their voices. "Look at him!" Linda spoke in shock. "What a whopper!" Another cried out. I tried to hold back as long as I could. I don't know why. I guess I simply felt it impolite to look down upon a man's crotch, even if the man happened to already be naked. Or maybe I was afraid at what I might see. By the look of awe on the faces of the girls before me, I could tell he had a monster. I could hold out for only a few seconds. Curiosity overcame me. I simply had to look. I glanced down to my side, at Stephen standing beside me, and took a look for myself. He did not disappoint my expectations. "Holy fuck!" I couldn't help but say out loud. The guy stood hard and erect, pointed up at an angle. And best of all, he was so long! I think he stood 10 inches in length, maybe even up to a full foot. And not only long, but I noticed he was plenty wide too. His cock had a lot of girth. Stephen's cock was about twice as long as any cock I had ever experienced before. He no doubt had the biggest cock I had ever seen, even from pictures I've seen over the net. I couldn't help but imagine it struggling to fit inside my cunt. "What was that?" Stephen questioned me. "Did you say fuck? Did you say that you wanted me to fuck you?" I glanced up at his face, and then I looked down again at his monstrosity. I couldn't keep my eyes off it. His meat was so thick and long! I tried to imagine it buried deep inside me, provided, that is, if it could even fit! If size really did make a difference, then Stephen would be the best fuck in the world. And then I thought about his words. Yes, I suppose I did want him to fuck me. I thought about Jenny's earlier words about multiple orgasms, and figured if any man could do it Stephen was it. "Yes," I finally answered his question by nodding my head. "What was that?" Stephen acted as though he didn't understand. He knew full well what I said, of course, but I also understood his game. He wanted me to say it out loud, so I took a deep breath and did so. "I asked if you wanted to fuck me," I spoke without thinking, loud enough for the four girls at the table to hear me. They let out a group sigh at the sound of my question. "That sounds like an excellent idea," He agreed. "I don't normally accept so willingly, but given it is your birthday..." The girls let out another sigh. I suppose each of them wanted to ask the same question and receive the same answer. "Excuse me ladies," Stephen spoke to them. "But Martha here has just asked if I could come back with her to her bedroom and fuck her." All four remained frozen in place. "So if you would excuse us," Stephen leaned over and whispered into my ear. "Take me to your bedroom. Lead me by my cock!" I wasn't sure what he meant at first, or even if I had heard him right. The three women remained sitting, frozen in place. So did I. "You know how to do it," He instructed. "Grab me by my cock and use it as a handle. Show these women whose boss." I couldn't believe it. I knew what he wanted, but I simply couldn't believe it. I hesitated for several seconds before I slowly reached out my hand and took him. "That's the way," He prodded as I took hold of his monster cock. I noticed my fingers did not come close to enclosing him all the way around. "That's perfect!" He clearly liked it. "Now pull me along like you are leading me." The room went deathly quite as we walked across the living room floor. No one spoke. I'm not sure when someone shut off the music. A dozen of my friends watched as I led Stephen by his cock, with my hand encased firmly around his huge erection. "She's taking me to her bedroom," Stephen suddenly stopped and spoke to Jenny just as we were about to pass. "Martha is taking me to her bedroom where she wants me to fuck her. Jenny simply stood dumbfounded and stared. "We'll be back in about three hours," He spoke as I gave Stephen a yank and was soon walking down the hallway to my bedroom with a 12-inch long male organ trailing close behind. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night. It was a good thing a party was going on in the next room and the music was turned up loud. Else they would have heard me scream out with three of the most intense orgasms I've ever received. THE END Comments welcome Erotic Passionate Other Woman You sit by your window and gaze out upon the moonlit grass and the night is illuminated by it's beautiful brilliance. The sadness that permeates your soul is reflected in your face and the tears stream silently down your cheeks in rivulets. Contemplating your life, the loneliness and the hours spent wondering if things would ever be the same again. There is silence all around you but for the beating of your heart. Even the night is incredibly quiet no breeze, the owls let out a "hoot, hoot" that is both haunting and sad as it breaks the quiet of the stillness of the night. Your arms wrap themselves around you as you rock to and fro, lost in your sadness. Where is he why hasn't he called, he doesn't realize that you wait an eternity for that one phone call, a message or something. Just to let you know that he is OK maybe just thinking about you as you are thinking of him. You knew even before it really started and grew to these proportions that he wouldn't be able to give you much of his time. What you dared to believe or could even imagine would be clearly deemed as unrealistic and not feasible. Why do you berate yourself and wait for something that isn't going to happen? Truly you are not thinking rationally you tell yourself, he is just a pipe dream and it is never going to come to fruition. Your mind tortures you, but you know what is inside of him and that he cares for you so very deeply. You are vulnerable inside, so wound up that you feel as if you want to run and hide and never return to the light of day. He brought you out of your shell and made you feel wanted and needed again. When you have been the princess locked away in her ivory tower for so long and one day you know that your prince charming has come for you. He has set you free from your sexual oppression and you can once again give freely of yourself. You allow him to see inside of you to open the floodgates of desire and he captures more than your heart, he has your body and all that you are in the very palm of his hand. You feel a sensation of unfathomable joy this freedom, a lightness of your soul and your spirit is free at last. When he first noticed you, he was drawn to you immediately, your passion, your beauty, charm and sensuality. He adored your sensitivity and tender heart and you had an instant rapport with him. There was a comfort in knowing that you could probably talk for hours and never grow tired of hearing each other's voices. You were his flamboyant flower and you brought the sunshine into his life, that had been missing for so long. He found you incredibly sexy and enjoyed your very vivid erotic mind. You fell in love with the man he was, the personality and his very sexy demeanor, there was something so amazing, tender yet beautiful and so heart wrenching in it's absolute poignancy. He made you feel amazing, desired, that you were special a woman to be cherished and adored. You fell for him from the very first time he spoke to you. You felt vibrant again so very beautiful and sexy, your nipples would harden when you thought of him. The very essence of your womanhood was on fire for him..your honey pot becoming moist just thinking of what he would do to you. You could feel the trembling sensation deep down inside of you, shivering but not from the cold. There was this glorious brightness like a white light of emotion that envelops you and you wanted to cry out as you felt him touch that very intricate part of your very core and femininity. You would lose control of your senses, vital and vibrantly alive and your sensuality absolutely illuminated by the brilliance of incredible eroticism. Your heart races when you know that you have received a message from him, you feel almost giddy with emotion. He makes you feel like a young girl and you feel like dancing and twirling around the room. Your step is lighter and you feel rejuvenated by his words and his sexy messages. There is a small voice inside of you saying "be very careful, proceed with extreme caution, you've been hurt before and it will happen again if you are not exceedingly careful." There is that very rational part of you that tells you to watch it, please be careful you are so emotional sometimes and wear your heart upon your sleeve. Standing in front of the mirror, you are naked and proud, shoulders back, chest thrust forward, your breasts large and firm, nipples hard and their color so very pretty a very vivid coral. Your waist is relatively small and tapers in and hips flare out with a slight emphasis, your body is supple, curvy and sexy. Your legs toned and fit like the rest of you and your "V" is lovely and soft...You know he likes your kitty shaven and so very smooth and so you keep that part of you bare, specifically for him. Your derriere is rounded and lovely, firm, those lush cheeks of yours a perfect fit for his strong, lean hands. You throw your blonde head back and your hair tickles as it slides down your back. Your mouth is opened slightly as you close your eyes and conjure up that masculine face with those sexy eyes of his. Taking your hands, you delicately run them over your curves and imagine his hands upon them as they slide up and down your body. You are on fire and your desire and passion for him is ignited at 1000 percent. Shuddering with sensual joy he takes you to heaven and back again with every part of himself. You never held anything back but allowed him to take control and you soar above the clouds and over the moon with your heightened libido and eroticism that has never felt so delicious. . You bring yourself back to the present and ask, did you not realize that you are the other woman the one that sits in the wings and silently awaits the one that you have grown to love? She does not give you her all, she holds back and doesn't allow herself to participate in what could be a sensational night of love making. Is she full of passion or does she just lay there lifeless like a robot without any emotions?. I know that I am a woman with tremendous sexual tastes and an appetite that could be considered insatiable at times. No I am not a nymphomaniac but I am a woman that is extremely erotic and I love sex with the right man. Your description of her allows me to believe she is cold almost frigid, sex doesn't mean much to her and she allows you to take control while she lays back and takes from you, without giving. What kind of partner or woman would allow that to happen, I ask myself?I would literally bend over backwards to ensure that you are completely satisfied in bed and not left wanting. When you love someone enough you at least try to make it worthwhile in bed and out. I am warm while she is almost frigid, a mannequin that only talks. Does her body turn you on like mine does? Does she make you feel like a hot sexy masculine man? Does she tell you how wonderful you are as a lover and thank you for allowing her to receive pleasure from you? When you look at her thin body does it allow your imagination to run rampant and make you want her time and time again? I so crave to give you what you need in every sense of the word. You know that you would share each and every part of you and give him everything that you own, with every fiber of your being. How could you hold anything back, you know that your body yearns for him and you would do whatever he wanted or asked of you. Hasn't he told you that your body was made for loving and you want to give him all that he desires and craves. Your mouth yearns for his kisses, your body anticipates his arms around you and wants his very touch. You close your eyes and imagine his fingers caressing you, just the mere tips sending shivers up and down your sensitized flesh. In your sensual mind you have given yourself up to the pleasure of his hands upon your body as he caresses you and drives you slowly insane. The smile is on his lips, in his eyes and he conveys how much he wants you by his very expression. Leaning down he kisses your hardened nipples and suckles them as you moan and thrash around. He moves over your body with his hot breath and that mustache that tickles your overheated sensitized skin. He knows what he does to you and it truly drives you over the very edge of that sexual precipice. His mouth knows how to please you in every conceivable way and he brings you to the brink time and time again and you cry out in absolute ecstasy. He pleasures you unmercifully, knows where to tease how to appease, you open yourself up to him like a flower that is in full beautiful bloom. He slides his experienced tongue over your clitoris and labia and touches your delicious smoothness. He loves the taste of your sweetness your honey and licks and sucks with a greediness that makes you scream out his name with joyous abandon, over and over again. He stares into your eyes and his fingers trace your features and he leans down to kiss you with such infinite sweetness that you feel those tears in the back of your eyes. He can see into your heart and he knows that it beats for him, time and time again. His hands touch you but with a reverence as if he thinks you are made of the finest crystal. Those words he whispers into your awaiting ear tell you all that you've ever imagined and it is now reality. You know he isn't yours to hold onto forever but you have his love and adoration and it is reflected in the very depths of his eyes. You kiss his mouth with an amazing sexuality that takes his breath away and leaves him wanting more and more. When you push him down on the bed and say now it's your turn my darling, for me to give you the ultimate in pleasure. You watch his face those eyes of his darken with his intense desire, as you slowly lick his hardened cock up and down. You take your time to give the complete shaft a major work over with your tongue and mouth. He moans as you touch his balls and massage slowly. Your fingers working their way to his back door and you touch him around his anus. Running your hands over his ass cheeks and squeezing with sexual abandon. Your mouth and tongue continue it's explicit journey of his cock and explores it in depth. You want to get to know each and every intricate part of his body and memorize those sensitive nerve endings. You take him fully into your mouth with such sensual abandon that he cries out wildly and is almost panting in his pleasure. He grasps your head to hold it firmly in place as you carry him to the road of amazing sexual bliss and within a minute he rises high off the bed, yells out "OH FUCK YES, YES" and shoots his hot load deeply into your mouth. You come back to the present and you stand up from your reverie and walk to the angel wing mirror. Tossing your head and shaking your golden curls around like a wild tigress. Your arms come up and you lift strands of your golden hair and it only empathizes your bountiful full breasts, the nipples hardened little pebbles. Your lips smile into the mirror, the reflection shows a very sensual woman who has a luscious mouth. Your smile becomes very provocative and you think of how he loves you to kiss him passionately, French him and then use that tongue everywhere on his body. Your smile is wicked, so very naughty, you tell yourself that you have everything that he could ever want and desire. Your hands touch your nipples and you pinch them and they become even harder, moaning you bring them slowly down your body, moving over your hips and into the perfect conjunction that "V" that is already glistening with your juices. Opening your legs you watch your fingers glide over your smooth nakedness to move towards the waiting plump pearl..It is so moist and you touch yourself and you see his face if there in front of you, smiling and his eyes are raging with that fiery passion. Your hands cease as the phone rings and your reflection shows those large turquoise eyes of yours glazed over with desire and an urgent need for him to be here with you. You walk as if in a dream to answer the phone your sexy body swaying with graceful beauty and sensuality. His voice is there in your ear and he says "Sweetheart, how are you doing, I've missed you so very much." That voice of his is beautifully pitched and it soothes and calms your restless spirit. You feel the tears begin to fall down your cheeks and your legs feel weak as if they might not hold you up. Your heart rate has begun to accelerate and you lean against the bed in relief because you can actually hear the adoration and love in his voice. Yous doubts have subsided and you want to beg him to come to you now. You have your damn pride and it prohibits you from doing so. His very next words tell you he has read your thoughts and he says in a sexy distinct voice. "I am on my way my sweet lover, I can hardly wait to taste those lips and that beautiful body of yours tonight." Erotic Passions The many ways I now look upon your slumberous body, I realize that I hold more lust inside that I could have ever imagined. I have always been desiring the luscious taste and warmth your gorgeous curves could possibly hold onto my every attempt in satisfying your sexual and sensual craving, though never touching the thoughts that scour through my mind at the speed of thousands of sensory lights might intravenously submerge into your mind. My lust is to make love to you as no other man might have ever made love upon your gracious body. I see you fully clothed as you were upon entering the room and noting the slumber upon which you fell upon, only moments before my arrival. The cool air of the room could not save my from the thickness of every breath I breathed, for I was in awe of your vulnerability. I kiss you ever so gently on your ruby red lips, hoping for a response, yet fearing rejection from you, and you awaken and smile at me. I cup the side of your face with my left hand as I steady myself, weaving from the weakness of my knees and the pressure upon which my hormones just grew. I kiss your lips again, only with more passion than before. You moan, as a signal to which you wanted and desired me as much as I you. I move to your neck with my tongue as my hand found its way to your breast. I move my other hand to the bottom of your shirt and submerge it underneath to find your bared breast and hardened nipple with my fingers. You moan. I now strip your shirt off of your bare chest as I kiss you with more passion. I feel your nails press into the skin of my back as my hand moves up your thigh, and towards your soaked clit. I begin my tongue towards your free breasts. The sweat on my back glistens as the cool air hits it and brings a chill to my spine. I begin to tease your nipple with my tongue ring and fondle with your other nipple with my hand. As my other hand moves up your thigh and gazes your lips, you undo my pants and feel my hardened dick. You tell me you want me inside. I move my tongue down your stomach, past your belly button so slowly, and fall to my knees. I move my tongue up your inner thigh and towards your pussy, tasting the stream that I caused only moments ago. As I begin to tease your pussy lips with my tongue ring, you moan so loudly, so I thrust it in quickly. The adrenaline rush in which I feel inside me now, I use to cause you to orgasm with the swiftness and agility I thrust my tongue ring inside of you. You push my head into your legs the closer you get to cumming. I press harder and faster, only wanting to be inside of you more with each thrust. As you cum once again, I put you on the bed and put my prick on the outside of your cunt, allowing the tip to graze your wetness. You reach down and strip me of my pants and put me on my back. You tease my tongue with yours and move it down my sweat-drenched chest. You then grab my prick and begin teasing the tip with your tongue, and then take the head into your mouth. up, down, up, down....The more you do this, the faster you go, the orgasm building inside my prick, wanting to let loose. Feeling on my sack, you slow down. I moan, and beg you not to stop. Just before the orgasm reaches the head, you move your mouth to let it visibly explode all over the outside. You smile at me, and then submerge and begin to lick all of the lava-like eruption up. I turn you onto your back and slide my prick inside so slowly. We moan simultaneously. The intensity rises as my pace quickens with each stroke. I press harder and harder, as my breaths get shorter and another orgasm builds within me. Your body is now drenched with sweat as I and the sheets are also. I thrust even harder and harder, faster and faster. I feel my juices rising inside of you. You near peak now as my orgasm reaches its limit. More and more, our orgasms get higher and hotter. I thrust once more as we both shiver with greatly anticipated pleasure and now realizing our dampness merging with the cool temperature has caused us to feel the franticness that we now feel, and feel the desire for a blanket. We lie down and cover our naked bodies. Without the exchange of the smallest words, we giggle with delight, exchange a glimpse of satisfaction, then an affectionate kiss, both realizing that we needed that for a long time. Something tells me that our erotic adventures have only begun.