0 comments/ 35695 views/ 1 favorites Hot Mail By: submissive_nurse As I pulled into the driveway, I saw that your car was in the garage and the lights were on in the office. I carried the grocery bags into the house calling your name. Your reply was short and curt, "Lynn, come here. Now!" I wondered what was wrong, why you sounded so angry and impatient. I put the bags down on the kitchen counter and headed towards the office. "What is it Jimmy?" I asked as I wandered into the office. You were sitting at the computer, and I got this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, wondering if you had come across anything I hadn't intended for you to see. "Lynn, what the fuck is this?" you say pointing towards the computer screen. I feel the color drain from my face as I recognize the email from my online male friend in Las Vegas, it was full of sexual suggestion and not something my husband would be happy about, to say the least. I had been emailing back and forth with this man for weeks, and things had gotten pretty hot between us. The email was all about how this guy wanted to fuck me, very detailed suggestions. "It's, it's,” I stuttered and stammered not knowing how to respond to his question. You ask, "Who the hell is this guy and just what the fuck do you think you're doing on this computer? You little slut, you want to be fucked like this? Get your ass in the bedroom, I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget!" I had never heard you speak to me like that, and I was totally stunned into silence and scared of what you had in mind for me. You roughly push the chair back from the computer, grab me by the upper arm and pull me out of the office, down the hall and into our bedroom. At this point I am in tears ashamed of what I have done, and very frightened of what you will do. "You are so horny that you can talk like this with a stranger on the internet, yet you turn me away? I can tell you right now, I am sick of this shit, and things are going to change around here as of right NOW!" I try to apologize, "Jimmy, I am so sorry, it won't ever happen again. I just felt I needed more attention." You respond, "Attention? I'm going to give you all the attention you will need from now on starting now." You sit down on the edge of the bed and roughly drag me over your knees, face down, pulling my skirt up over my ass to my waist, ripping my panties off in one fast, hard tug. I feel the first slap on my ass, I can't believe what you are doing to me, I am so ashamed and so stunned at what is going on, it feels unreal. You continue to spank my ass cheeks over and over, one side to the other and I am crying and begging you to stop, but your hand moves lower, closer to my pussy, and I actually feel myself begin to get aroused, I can't believe this is happening! The whole time you are spanking me you're ranting and yelling saying I am a slut and from now on you are going to control my entire life and everything in it. That I belong to YOU and you will use my body whenever and however you please. You stop spanking me and I feel your fingers probing my cunt, feeling just the tip of your finger on my labia and wiggling up into me just a bit. "You are wet, you little slut! I think you need to be fucked right now. Stand up and get your clothes off. Now!" I hurry to my feet and pull the skirt and tank top off, my panties are already on the floor, torn off me earlier. I'm standing in front of you completely naked, tears still on my face, my ass burning and red from the spanking you just gave me. "Now take off my shirt slut." I immediately unbutton your shirt and slide it off you. I try to talk to you and tell you again how sorry I am, but you tell me to be silent and not speak unless I’m told to. "Now my pants, hurry up!" I unsnap and unzip your jeans and pull them down your legs as you step out of them. I am on my knees helping you pull the jeans off, I feel your hands on my shoulders firmly holding me down there. "Suck my cock!" I look up at you, you know I have never liked to do this, but I know I do not want another spanking on my already sore ass. "NOW!" you say, "from now on you will do exactly as I tell you, or I will punish you. Do you understand me?" I reply quietly, "yes". You say, "Yes Sir! From now on you will answer me as Sir. Got it??" I answer you properly this time, "Yes Sir." I reach out my hand and grasp your already hard cock at the base, bring my lips closer to the tip of it. I reach out my tongue and just barely touch it to the tip of your cock, tasting the little glistening drop of cum that has leaked out of the opening. I realize that I love the taste, I want to suck your cock this time. I have never felt that way before, but the scene between us has changed dramatically in the past half hour, and I am so hot, hotter than I have ever been in my entire life. I can feel how wet I am between my legs, the dampness has even run down my inner thighs, my pussy is throbbing, I can feel every beat of my heart right inside my cunt. I take the head of your hard cock into my mouth and lick all around it, drawing the shaft deeper into my mouth, using my tongue, licking from the base up to the tip as I suck gently and draw my mouth up and down the entire length of your gorgeous cock. I take my mouth off your cock, and lick your testicle, pulling it into my mouth and gently sucking and running my tongue around the entire ball, licking and sucking. This is wonderful, I have never enjoyed this so much. I feel your hands in my hair, as I take your cock back into my mouth and feel your hips thrusting into my face, fucking me in the mouth. Then, I feel you pull back, stop and pull your cock out of my mouth. I am disappointed, I wanted to continue worshipping your cock with my tongue and my lips and my hot mouth, but you have other ideas. You tell me to get on my hands and knees on the edge of the bed, which I do immediately. I feel you grasp my hips and with one fast thrust you bury your hard cock all the way into my cunt, still standing up behind me. I can't believe how good this feels, I am holding perfectly still waiting for you to move, dying for you to start moving. "You are not to cum until I say you can. Do you understand me slut?" I reply right away this time, "yes Sir, please just fuck me Jimmy, please!" You start moving in me, pulling almost all the way out of me and slowly sliding back in, all the way to the hilt, I can feel the tip of your cock hitting my cervix. You increase the pace after a few slow strokes, and soon you are slamming into me all the way, fast and hard. I am wildly thrusting my hips back onto you, meeting every pounding assault into my pussy. I can feel the pressure building, I am getting very close to cumming, but I know I had better not until you say I can or I will be punished again. I can hardly hold back now, I beg you to let me cum over and over, pleading with you to say the words and give me release from this sweet torture. "Alright, NOW!" you say, and I am pushed over the edge into the most intense orgasm I have ever had, and I feel you pouring your hot cum into my spasming pussy all the way up to my cervix. I can feel your spasms as you pump it out and we are both flying over the edge of the world together. I have never felt anything as intense in my entire life, all I know is I want more! As our orgasms subside, you collapse onto me, and roll us over onto our sides, pulling me into your arms from behind. You put your face in my hair and tell me how wonderful that was, but I had better not ever do anything like that again on the internet. You are still angry, but I can tell that you enjoyed the sex as much as I did, and from now on things are going to be different, much, much different. I am laying with my back to you, a big smile on my face already planning for...the next time! Hot Mail A collaboration from Thorntak and Black Tulip, edited by HawaiiBill. Amsterdam, October 15th Hi Dennis, You will be getting an invitation to a special dinner soon. It's in honour of my new playmate, Jeanie. I saw her drinking coffee at a sidewalk café in Amsterdam and that got me thinking. She struck me as being of strong character. A woman who knows what she wants and one who would not let anyone push her around. Yet, at the same time, I got the idea that she would make a good submissive. Submissive? Mmm – somehow I felt that was not quite the right description. A reluctant exhibitionist, that was more like it. She needed a master (for want of a better word) to show her off in a way that she would not. It was the way she was dressed, I think, that did it. The business jacket and skirt with grey-black stockings and high heel shoes. Always a stunner for a "people watcher" like me. As I looked at her a picture came to mind, a plan to exhibit her in the way that would suit her best. A dinner party. I will have her invite three or four couples, and myself, and will have her serve us in the nude. By nude I mean high heel shoes, black stockings, garters and a hi-gloss black dog collar with matching wrist and ankle cuffs. Pony-tail hairstyle, red lipstick and red nails would complete the picture. Except for myself, no-one will be allowed to touch her and I would caress and stroke her, breasts, inner thighs and pussy, to insure that by the end of dessert she will be aroused and ready for the "after dinner show". For the "after dinner show" I want to tie her to rings in the ceiling and floor, using the d-rings in the cuffs, leaving her spread like a St. Andrews Cross and totally exhibited in front of the guests. Going behind her I will slowly bring her to an orgasm before releasing her to serve coffee and liqueurs. Her final assignment will be to email all the guests and, in detail, tell them how she felt through the evening, emotionally and physically, and to thank them for having attended. Of course I expect to receive an email as well. I do hope you'll respond to her invitation. Thorntak Amsterdam, October 22nd Dear Dennis, Thank you for attending my little dinner party last evening. I have to admit I was very nervous at first. Thorntak had talked me into – or should I say out of – my costume. He convinced me I would enjoy this evening, with him exhibiting me as his favorite piece of art. You probably don't know how much I like to cook but, for the life of me, I can't remember if you had a proper meal at all. I can only hope. Wearing a collar and cuffs was exciting and made me feel sexy in a strange kind of way. But being nude in front of you all was scary at first. I worried all of the guests would take up and leave the minute I walked in. I needn't have. The looks on their faces really did make me feel like a special piece of art. And, I admit, having you stare at my near naked body was exciting. I noticed the looks of envy at Thorntak, the looks of longing at me and the looks of jealousy. Yes, some of the guests would gladly have traded places with my maestro or me. I remember serving the first dish. Walking around the table to give all of you the light fluffy pastries filled with cheese, I could feel your eyes caress my back, my butt, my legs, my breasts. By the time I was tossing the salad to go with the meat, I could feel my thighs getting sticky. I tried to control myself, but the constant touching from Thorntak was making it impossible. His hand stroking the backs of my legs, his fingers playing with my nipples or his mouth kissing the tops of my legs was driving me nuts. More so because he was doing it in front of you. Every one of you watched closely which made it all the more exciting. Especially when his fingers slipped between my legs, showing my wetness to all of you. It made me feel embarrassed and aroused at the same time. I saw it was not only arousing to me. By the time I cleared away the plates, I noticed your hands under the table and some of the others were fondling a breast in plain sight. I can only assume dessert was fine, I honestly don't remember. All I could think about was Thorntak touching me, his fingers playing my body. I wanted him so badly; I could have melted the ice cream by just standing near it. So, when he tied me up, all spread open I nearly came from your eyes on my hot, wet pussy. I could see the show was turning you on as well and that pushed my lust even higher. The fact that I couldn't see him, couldn't anticipate his actions made it better still. I know you will probably think I'm a slut, but at least I'm a happy one. Never before have I had such an intense orgasm. And I want to thank you for your participation in making that happen. All I can say, is thank you for being there. Jeanie, a glowing, living sculpture P.S. I do hope I didn't poison you with the coffee afterwards. I was still dwelling in higher spheres when serving that. We hope you enjoyed our joint effort. Please let us know what you think by voting, leaving a comment or sending us feedback. Hot Mama My wife. My beautiful, wonderful wife. Do you know, you're even more beautiful now than when we first met. Back then, you were only a girl, a cute little girl, a rosebud waiting to bloom. Now you're blooming, the rose is fully sprung out, and its scent is breathtaking. And the girl is now a woman. Back then, you were slim and nimble, your body was as slender as a boy's, though your breasts were small and perky, and your stomach was flat and lifeless. You had a bounce in your step, you danced down the street, like a little girl. Now your weight slows you down, your steps are slow and heavy. Your breasts are big and round and hanging down, they are resting on the shelf that is your belly. Your belly. Oh, your belly! Your big, rounded belly, with its tightly stretched skin, with its red stretch marks at the sides. Your belly, that trembles every now and then, from an attack from the life inside you, the life that's beginning to find its living quarters too limiting. Soon it will break out of its confinement and be with us, a living, breathing proof of how much I love you. A mother. You will be a mother soon. The most beautiful mother in the world. You're undressing now, to go to bed. Look at that body! So full of life, so round, so curvy, so feminine! You have never been so much Woman before – and I get hard from watching your big breasts and rounded curves. So friggin' hard... Here, my love, come here, let me kiss your sweet lips, your swelling tits, your belly, oh!, let me kiss this life-bearing, sexy belly! Let me caress your body, let me lick your navel. Take off that T-shirt, take off those panties, let me see your magnificent body naked. My darling, you look radiant! Your face glows like ember in the night on a camping trip! I want to see your big, blue eyes go misty with lust! Here, lay down, spread your legs, let me worship you with my mouth, Mother Goddess! I caress your folds with my tongue. My lips embrace your clit, and rubs it between themselves. I make love to you with my tongue. I stick my tongue inside your pussy, I clear the way for our child, I know that you like this, because I hear you moan. I can't see your face, your belly's in the way. I lick your clit and put a finger in your pussy, two fingers, three fingers. I fuck you with my fingers and I lick your nub, and I feel you coming, I hear your moans grow louder, and I feel your lovely pussy cramping around my fingers. I leave a trail of kisses over your belly, your breasts, your neck, your lips. Your soft hands pull my underwear off and grasp for my dick. Touching your soft body has made it so hard. Your hand squeezes it, it almost hurts. I close my eyes as you pull its skin up, to hide its head, blinding it inside that pouch of skin, and then down again, setting it free. It's almost like you're playing peek-a-bo with my dick. A sexy, pregnant Mother Goddess is playing peek-a-bo with my dick! I'm the luckiest man in the world! I moan, and feel my testicles tingle. You pull me closer, and I enter Paradise when your sweet, wet mouth takes my dick in and suck on it. You suck so lovely, my dear. So firm, yet so gentle. And your mouth is a wonderful, warm, wet, soft cave. Are you going to swallow me whole? My dick feels like its being sucked into your sexy belly. I want to make this moment last all night, but I'm too excited. Your new body makes me as horny as an animal in heat, I want you, all the time! I'm so hot for you, I want to fuck you all night, but I just can't keep it back any longer! I'm coming, honey! I'm coming! My seed flows into your mouth, strong and relentless like the tide. You suck my dick all the way in, and you swallow all it gives you. You milk out the last few drops, and let them run down your throat. You lick my dick clean, and look up at me. Your eyes are full of lust and satisfaction and love. Oh baby, you are one Hot Mama! Hot, Married and Unavailable I turned 26 last month, and it promised to be the most boring birthday of my life. I had broken up with a girlfriend a couple months before and two of my closest friends had moved away in the last year. My sister, God bless her, knew I was feeling ambivalent about my birthday and decided to throw a party for me. I wasn't much help when it came to the guest list. I only had two other male friends remaining. My sister and I had a few mutual friends, however, so she invited them and a few more female friends from the insurance company where she worked. Even so, I was still lukewarm about the party, but I love my sister, so I pitched in and helped with all the party prep. When I throw a party, preparations take about twenty minutes. Less, if my apartment is clean. My sister did things differently. She wanted a theme, invitations, interesting food, decorations, ipod music list and more. It took days, if you include the shopping for the right paper for the invites, food orders. Friday night I was cleaning the apartment and moving things around when my sister showed up with a bag full of decorations and a friend from work named Maggie. Maggie donated a large bin for ice and a bunch of plastic partyware, which was very nice of her. She was, in fact, very nice. Nice looking, nice body, nice personality. And married. More bad luck for me. Anyway, it turns out that Maggie's birthday was a day after mine. Maggie didn't stay long, just enough to be social. We joked about being the same astrology sign, compared personality traits, then decided we had nothing in common. Saturday was the actual day of my birthday and the party. My sis turned up again at 11 am to help organize, though I suspect she was hanging around partly just to cheer me up, or at least keep me from being down. We had lunch together at one of my favorite restaurants, then I went off to the gym. The party was okay. Thank God for sisters and tequila! I made margaritas, barbequed food on the grill and tried to be the happy host. The tequila helped. I didn't click with any of my sister's friends. They were all nice enough, but the chemistry just wasn't there. I missed Maggie, but she wasn't there, either. Even if she wasn't available, she still had a great flirtatious quality about her and she exuded positive energy. Every party needs people like her, but she was home with her husband. We were gathered around enjoying birthday cake around 11 when Maggie came in. She was dressed in a brown skirt and white blouse with a brown banana leave pattern. She looked great and was soon into a large, freshly prepared margarita made by yours truly. Maggie explained that her husband had fallen asleep at 9:45 from the effects of three beers and the day's yard work but she was still wide awake, so she decided to come to our party after all. We had a few laughs with my sister, then Maggie and my sister drifted over to their work friends and I joined my guy friends, who were watching a poker game on TV and BS'ing. Twenty minutes later Maggie dropped by to ask for another of my "MMMMMMMMMmmarrrvelous margaritas." I was happy to oblige. We chit-chatted while I squeezed the limes and prepared the drink, and I couldn't help notice that the first margarita was already having an effect. I warned Maggie to go slow with the next drink or there would be consequences. "Like what?", she challenged me. Caught off guard, I mumbled something lame about driving, then my sister joined us, at one point playfully attempting to give me the traditional (but long since abandoned) birthday swat on my behind. A moment later two of the women my sister knew from work got up to leave, starting a general guest exodus. A half hour later only my sister and Maggie were left. We half-heartedly cleaned up while I listened to my sister and Maggie swap funny work stories and gossip. I didn't know any of the people they were talking about, but the girls were laughing so hard it was easy to go along with their infectious spirit. My sister's fiancé' Mark showed up at 12:30 to drive her home. He'd been hosting a corporate event all evening and looked out of place in a suit and sober. I don't mean to make fun of him, it's just that he stood out from the three of us just because he wasn't half-drunk and laughing at nothing. My sister didn't want to go without Maggie, though, and felt like she was in no condition to drive. The combination of her impatient husband, my making coffee and my promises to drive her home myself if she wasn't up to it finally won her over. After a long hug and a handshake, she and Mark left. Maggie, an amazing mimic, did an impression of Mark five seconds after the door closed that had me in stitches. "You are so naughty", I laughed. "How would you know?" she replied with a stage wink and a slap on my behind with a spatula grabbed off the counter. I pretended to protest for a split second, then grabbed Maggie's arm. "It's after midnight, so that means you have no reason to spank me any more, but I, on the other hand have EVERY reason to spank you." "Noooooo" Maggie wailed, but it was half-hearted and she was smiling. I grabbed Maggie and threw her over my shoulder and walked over to the couch. I was enjoying this already, as I had my hands on the smooth skin behind her knees. Maggie struggled, but it was mostly for show. For a tenth of a second I debated whether to give her the swats on the outside of her skirt or try and lift her skirt to swat her panty covered rear. If this was daytime and no alcohol had been involved I never would have dreamed of lifting her skirt. But, this was nighttime, we were alone and alcohol WAS involved. I grabbed Maggie's wrists in my left hand and lifted her skirt up with my right. Maggie shrieked in laughter, said "no way!" and twisted as I did so, thwarting me to the point that I only got her skirt up a couple inches. I tightened my grip on her wrists, pulled at the skirt fabric again and this time got it up to the point where I could see half of her ass in a pair of white panties. Maggie gave a little howl of protest, but instantly I sensed that her resistance was fading and pushed her skirt high up over her ass, grabbing her kicking legs between mine. Maggie's ass was beautiful. Full and round, it was only half-covered by an ordinary pair of panties, but the way the panties clung to her ass made it seem all the sexier. I made some rushed compliment about her backside and swatted her once on the closest cheek. She squirmed and protested, but I held her firmly and swatted the other cheek, saying "two!" as I did. I swatted again and again, then paused and asked how old she was. She didn't answer right away, which gave me a moment to peer more closely at her crotch. I could see the mounded outline of her labia, a gorgeous sight if I ever saw one. "Speak, woman!" I said loudly as I slapped her ass again. "I'm not telling" she responded, and gave a burst of effort to slip from my grasp. It didn't work. I was about to say 30 arbitrarily, but in a moment of unaccustomed brilliance, I mumbled something about the customary number for resistant females was 100 and slapped her backside again for emphasis. I wanted to delay this delicious moment in time as much as possible. "29! I'm 29" she said in a rushed voice. "Hmmm" I said judiciously, laying my hand on her soft thigh, unconsciously stroking the flesh before I spoke. "I'm sorry, but your response was too slow, so we must precede with the 100...uh...spanks." I began spanking again, slowly, evenly, counting as I went, varying the spot I struck and savoring her soft flesh with each brief moment of contact. When I got to ten or eleven, I stopped for effect before spanking her, just as a tease. Maggie squirmed in anticipation, tensed her body slightly and squirmed again when I waited even longer to administer the next swat. This was so much fun! Before the next swat I lifted one leg Maggie's panties higher to expose more cheek and swatted the bare cheek. Maggie protested and squeezed her legs together tightly, which actually made it easier. I lifted the material on the other side and swatted that side, then held the material up on both sides for an even better look at her ass. I took a deep breath. She really had a beautiful ass. Maybe even perfect. "You have a beautiful ass" I said fervently, taking another deep breath and letting it out with a loud hiss. I heard a muffled "Thank you" in reply, then resumed my spanking. I'd never spanked a woman before, and if any readers have a special desire for hard spanking, they should probably stop here. I was more interested in just seeing Maggie's ass, teasing her a little and enjoying the rare treat of this amazingly sensuous moment. I continued spanking slowly, continued teasing, pulling Maggie's panties this way and that until I had seen her entire backside, most of her anus and the lowest part of her labia. Somewhere around 40 swats I began to sense that Maggie was pushing herself against my thighs. By 50 I could clearly see a rhythm to her thrusts. "You naughty girl. I think you're starting to enjoy this." Her response was only a quiet moan, but her thrusts continued every few seconds. My response was to pull the waistband of her panties down below the cheeks of her ass. To my surprise, Maggie lifted herself and let me pull her panties down and off her legs. I swatted her bare cheeks a few times lightly and enjoyed the feel of her smooth flesh, but the truth of the matter is that my sights had shifted lower. After each swat I was now letting my hand linger more and more. Maggie made no protest. In fact, when it became obvious that my searching fingers were massaging her upper thighs close to the entrance to her vagina, Maggie spread her legs an inch to allow me better access. My fingers traced her wet labia and I held my breath. Maggie moaned and I teased her for a few more seconds, then pushed my index finger into her. She pushed back against my fingers. Maggie was wet, incredibly soft and hot. Not warm. Hot. I couldn't believe the heat in her pussy. I explored with one finger, then two, all the while rubbing the area between her pussy and anus with the tip of my thumb. She moaned again and pushed herself backward. I shook my head back and forth quickly as a reality check. This amazingly attractive woman who was so out of reach yesterday was so "in reach" today and squirming in pleasure as she lay across my lap. It was amazing, and nothing in my life had ever happened like this. Maggie's hunching and moaning drew me back to reality. I withdrew my two soaked fingers from her vagina and probed her wet folds for her clitoris. I found the firm little marble of flesh, producing a short gasp and an involuntary shudder. I let out a breath of my own and began teasing her clit, rubbing two fingers on either side. Maggie cried out and pushed her moons against my fingers. My thumb naturally fell into her vagina and I started a squeezing action between it and my middle fingers and forefinger that sent Maggie over the top in less than twenty seconds. She gasped and stiffened, then let out a series of deeply sensuous moans as the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her body. I did nothing but hold my thumb in her vagina while I continued the gentlest of massage near her clit. When her orgasm subsided I withdrew my thumb and fingers and began unconsciously stroking her damp inner thigh. The pungent scent of her vagina now perfumed the air. I inhaled tentatively, then deeply, intrigued by the exotic fragrance. My left hand was no longer holding Maggie's wrists, so I began a gentle massage of her back. I hand to use the heel of my palm because my fingers were wet. I wasn't sure what else to do at the moment. Maggie broke the brief silence. "Oh my God.....That was so...incredible. So...damn...wonderful. I haven't experienced anything like that in years. It was soooooo good. Thank you." "Thank you?" I said incredulously. "You're thanking ME? I loved doing that!" "Happy to hear that" Maggie said as she rolled off my knees and smiled sheepishly from the floor. "But I wouldn't mind thanking you with something besides words. In fact, I insist on it." Maggie took a position between my legs on the floor and began to caress higher and higher on my inner legs. She watched me closely and our eyes locked as her hands got close to my hardened dick. I felt her rub me through my pants. "Mmmm...This feels good" she said, patting me, then reaching to unsnap my pants. Maggie pulled my zipper down and moments later reached a delicate hand inside the fly of my boxer. I felt her warm fingers surround my shaft and instinctively spread my legs to give her access. Maggie began stroking the shaft, then moved up to grasp the head of my dick. She squeezed it lightly, then caressed the sensitive tip. I pushed against her hand and moved my body up and down to maximize the movement of her hand, then pushed my pants and boxers far down my thighs. My dick sprang back against my body. Maggie reached for it and took hold once again. "I love this. I love having a man in my hand....or my mouth" she said with a wicked look."Really. I love the feel of a man's penis. And it gives me such a wonderful sense of power." My response was a lame "Hmmmph" and a smile. I couldn't think of anything more to say. I could barely think of anything at all except the exquisite sensations in my dick, which were somehow more wonderful because of who was doing the stroking. A few seconds later the stroking stopped and I felt Maggie's tongue flick across the tip of my penis. Moments later her lips surrounded the head of my dick. I lay back, closed my eyes for a moment and marveled at the soft, wet, heat of her mouth. I suppose any woman's mouth feels good on your dick, but when a beautiful woman you lust for does it, it feels even better. Maggie tried various combinations of sucking and licking, looking up at me every few seconds to see my reaction. I leaned back and shut my eyes for a moment, enjoying every second, but trying not to cum too quickly. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't touched Maggie's tits. I wondered if I should even try; if it might cross a boundary of some kind. Some girls I had slept with didn't like to have their breasts touched when they were giving head. It hurt their concentration or something. Some did, though. I debated a few seconds, then decided to try. Leaning forward, I ran my hands into Maggie's hair, then let my hands slip lower and lower, caressing neck and shoulders. Casually, I slipped my hands inside Maggie's blouse and down along her chest. A moment later my fingertips were slipping inside her bra without resistance. In less time than it takes to write about it, I felt a magical softness in my hand and a firm nipple slide between my fingers. I stretched the nipple and got a moan. I repeated the action, cupping those soft tits in between. I was intrigued to see Maggie's shoulders clench a bit, release and clench again. In retrospect I liken her movement to that of a butterfly's wings moving slowly back and forth. At the time I could only think how nice her erect nipples felt and what a sensuous weight her breasts were in my hand. And how lucky I was, of course. Maggie moaned a few times at my touch, but I was the one making most of the noise. Especially when I came. My hips bucked and jerked and some internal pump squeezed jet after jet of sperm out the tip of my dick. I was nervous about coming in Maggie's mouth because most women who sucked me off weren't wild about the taste of sperm, but Maggie wasn't the least bit bothered and swallowed every bit she could as I moaned and groaned in delight . She even seemed to like sperm, which amazed me. Even after I came, Maggie continued to lick and suck me gently for another minute, her fingers sifting through my pubic hair. I have the male tendency to drift off to sleep after sex and probably would have that night if we had been in bed, but we weren't. While I recovered from my moment of bliss Maggie excused herself, grabbed her panties with a saucy look and went to the bathroom to freshen up. As I lay there one word kept reverberating in my head: wow. Wow, wow, wow. I was so happy to have had this experience but soon a curious note of melancholy hung in my thoughts. This wonderful woman was not mine and could not BE mine. There would be no snuggling as we drifted off to sleep, no morning hugs and coffee together. No exploring a new day with a new love. It was a different feeling than anything I had ever experienced. I was both happy and sad. Maybe Maggie was feeling something similar, I don't know. We exchanged looks and nervous laughs. She didn't sit down so I got up and hugged her. And hugged her. We stayed that way for a full minute, then Maggie spoke. "I've got to go." I held her all the tighter. "I know" I sighed. "I'm so happy you came tonight. So sad you have to go." "Me, too" she said. "But.." She never finished the sentence. A moment later I was showing her out the door. She seemed okay to drive, so I let her. She formed the word "Thanks" silently with her lips, turned and walked down the apartment stairs. I sighed, took a deep breath and shut the door, only to find myself staring dumbly, numbly at the carpet as I leaned against the door. I washed my face and brushed my teeth for all of ten seconds and went to bed. But now sleep wouldn't come. I couldn't stop thinking: if only, if only, if only... Everything went back to normal the next day. Same job, same life, same friends. One day I was "up". The next day I was "down". A week went by, then a month. I started to consider moving. Maybe a new city would give me a fresh start. Then Maggie called last Saturday morning. Her husband was out of town. She asked if she could come over for coffee. I had a hard time sounding normal when I said "sure." Maggie brought a couple things from Starbucks, but we never got to them. We kissed passionately as soon as she closed the door. A moment later she whispered "I'm so wet for you" in my ear, which might be the sexiest thing I've ever heard or will ever hear in my life. We kissed some more and within minutes I had her top and bra off. Her panties soon followed, and all my clothes. I sat back on my couch and Maggie straddled me, her jeans skirt up around her waist because I didn't want to wait while she removed it. Watching her breasts bounce as she bounced up and down on my dick was such a treat. Many more treats followed until my cock was sore and my tongue tired. We hardly left the bedroom the rest of the day, ordering out for pizza around 4 pm. I felt so good I tipped the delivery boy 20 bucks, more than the price of the pizza. It's now a week later. Maggie sent me flowers on Monday, a first for me. We've sent each other emails every day but I don't know when I'll see her again. I don't know much of anything about her, us or what's going on in the world, except that I stopped thinking about moving and I can't stop thinking about her. I guess its love. Thanks for reading. Love to hear if any female readers have advice, observations, comments.