3 comments/ 29916 views/ 14 favorites Yes Baby By: SPounds "Suck it nice and slow, so I can watch your lips around it," he said. "Yes baby," she whispered to him. Her full lips bright red with the lip gloss he instructed her to put on. Her small hand was wrapped around the base of his engorged cock, the swollen angry head just inches away. Down on her knees, he towered above her standing there. Strong, masculine, in control. She inhaled his musky scent as she licked her lips, anticipating taking the cock into her mouth. As she opened her mouth and started moving her head towards it, she felt the hand on her head, fingers wrapped in her hair, jerk her towards it. She sucked in the head as it drew near and closed her lips around it while looking up at him. "Ohhhh yeah that's it," he gasped, feeling the pleasure of her lips around him radiate through his cock and up his body. He looked down, seeing her eyes fixed on him, the need readily apparent. "Suck it." he orders sternly, again pulling up on her hair, causing his cock to slide further into her mouth. "Mmmmmmm," she can't help moan out as she feels the slight pain and tingle from her hair being pulled and the fact his hard thick cock is sliding into her mouth. Her red glossy lips clamp down on the shaft, her tongue swirling around the base. She closes her eyes, letting herself surrender to the feel and power of the cock in her mouth and the man it belongs to. A wave of pleasure pulses from her hot pussy, already soaked. She moves her other hand down to touch herself. A sharp pull brings more pain and tingling to her head as his voice calls out gruffly "Look at me while you suck my cock, don't make me punish you already, I want to enjoy this." She opens her eyes and sees his boring down at her. His face a mix between the pleasure her mouth was giving his cock and the stern visage he was scolding her with. She can't help but smile around his cock as her pussy throbs uncontrollably. He will punish her no matter what she does and she cannot wait for it. The sting of his hand on her ass, her hair being pulled, the hand on her throat, the cock punishing her hot little pussy, him calling her nasty dirty names. "God I want it now," she thinks, the pleasure from her fingers on her clit now building, driving her senses and need even higher. "Good girl, now slowly, suck it slowly so I can watch your slutty mouth and lips take it," He gasps out, his breath starting to become ragged. She is a good little cock sucker and he knows it. He tells her often while forcing her mouth up and down his swollen shaft. She barely has to move her head at all as his hand, still wrapped tightly in her hair is moving her head up and down his cock, his hips slowly rocking to help move it in and out of her mouth. "Ah yeah, god that feels good," He is gasping and moaning louder now as he watches his cock slide in and out of her hot lips. Her eyes locked on his. Her hand that was around his cock is now pinching and pulling one of nipples, the other hand working wonders on her clit and wet pussy. His hips slowly thrusting, now pulling her head up and down his cock at his pace. Her lips and tongue relishing the feel of it filling her mouth, knowing how good it makes him feel, knowing how it will be pounding her hot soaked pussy very soon. He leans his head back, eyes closed now. The erotic scene of watching her red glossy lips contrasting against his hard swollen cock as he forces her mouth up and down it turning him on to the point of breaking eye contact and letting out a loud moan. "Oh fuck you do that so well. Mmmmmm I'm glad I made you my little whore, you are so good at it," he whispers, his voice now in the low throaty growl he uses when she has him ready to fuck her senseless. His words go instantly right to her pussy, she loves it when he calls her his whore and his slut, it brings out the primal lust and pleasure in her, making her want to do anything and everything for him just so she can have his cock. Now pulling her head up and down faster, his hips rocking back and forth harder, fucking her mouth with his cock. "Yeah take it baby, take my cock, take it like the little cock slut you are," he growls out. She moans loudly around his cock, fingers working furiously on her clit, her other hand twisting and pulling her nipple in sweet pain. She doesn't even have to do any work as he has totally taken over, using her mouth like he does her pussy. "Ah Ah Ah" he is groaning out in time to his thrusts, pulling hard on her hair as he fucks her mouth. She is so turned on by being forced up and down his swollen shaft, nothing more than a fuck toy for him. Her pussy shooting out waves of pleasure as she works her clit, she can feel a huge orgasm building, building, "yes oh god oh god," she is moaning around his cock, almost there. "STOP," He yells. He yanks her head off his cock, glaring down at her. "Baby I need to cum so bad, please please I need to cum," she pleads with him, feeling a tremendous orgasm just on the cusp. She can't help but moan out "Oh god Oh god Oh god," as her fingers are still rubbing her soaked clit. "NO, Stop right now!" He demands, reaching down and pulling her hand away from her molten pussy. "You know what happens when you are bad don't you?" he asks, voice low but stern. She looks up at him, her eyes betraying the need and desire. Her pussy aching and throbbing. Her body, brought right to the edge of orgasm and held there by his sudden denial. She knows she was asking to be punished. She knows one of the Rules is she is not allowed to have an orgasm until he either tells her she can, he has his cock deep inside her pounding away or has decided to reward her by using his tongue on her pussy. He isn't so cruel as to expect her to be able to hold her orgasm when they are furiously fucking or when he using his skilled tongue and eating her. But other than those two circumstances, he does expect her to ask his permission to cum. "I asked you a question slut, do you know what happens when you are bad?" He grabs his hard jutting cock and starts rubbing it over her face and lips, then pulls up on her head again to look him in the eye. "Yes baby, I know what happens," she whispers softly. Knowing full well what will happen in a few minutes. And knowing makes her even wetter, her body still on the verge of cumming, pussy throbbing. He leans over to talk in her ear, "You know what will happen and yet you do it anyway, is that right?" "Yes" she nods her head as he straightens back up and places the head of his cock on her lips. "Open slut," He orders. She obeys and opens her mouth up to accept his swollen cock. He pushes the head in mouth and then rocks his hips forward as soon as she accepts it in. She gags slightly, thrilled with the feeling of him filling her mouth with his cock, owning her with it. "Ahhhhh... now suck it like you deserve to be punished and I might let you cum later," he groans out. She begins to furiously suck up and down his shaft. Both hands around his ass, sucking it all the way in and then all the way out of her mouth. Slurping and gurgling as she sucks. Her moaning around his cock as loud as his. Both his hands on her head, but this time just holding on and applying pressure so she knows they are there. This time he is along for the ride as she has taken over with her mouth. Suck suck, slurp, cock in and out, her lips up and down, up and down, she's gasping and moaning every few times down his cock. Now he is slamming his hips forward, pulling on her hair as she sucks up and down his hard fat cock. Slamming faster, fucking her mouth and throat, faster in and out, using her mouth like he does her pussy. Her saliva coating his cocking and drooling out as he fucks her mouth. He suddenly holds her head in place and pulls his cock out. "Not good enough, not even close!" He barks down at her. Leaning over her again, talking into her ear, "For not sucking my cock like a good little slut, you need to be punished, don't you?" he hisses. "Yes, yes I do baby, I've been a bad slut and you need to punish me, please" she pleads with him. He lets go of her hair, walks over to a chair sitting next to the bed and sits down in it, erect cock sticking up in the air, glistening from just being in her mouth with a slight red tinge to it from her lip gloss. He looks at her and orders," Across my lap slut, NOW!" She crawls to him on her hands and knees, ass up in the air. The anticipation of what is about to happing making her pussy pulse and throb, needing to cum so badly. She doesn't dare stand up because this is what he expects. Her to crawl to him like a cat in heat, coming to get her ass spanked. She reaches him and slides up and over his legs and hips, feeling the heat and hardness of his thick cock as it runs down her body. The cock she so desperately wants and needs to be filling and pounding her soaking pussy. He again grabs her hair as she comes to rest in position. The bed is close enough she can put her hands and arms on it to hold herself in his lap. His engorged cock jutting up against her abdomen, just a few inches above her hot pussy. "You know why you are here?" He asks. His free hand now slowly rubbing her nice round ass in circles. "Yes baby, I've been bad," she replies Smack! "Ohhfff" His hand stings her ass causing her to grunt out. She wants more. She wants him to light her ass on fire, sting it red with his hand. Smack! Smack! Smack! His hand causing her ass to burn, the pain turning her pussy into molten fire. She is dripping and wanting more. "That's right you little slut, you've been bad. And this is what happens to bad little whores isn't it?" His hand now rubbing softly over her burning skin where his hand had just delivered the stinging blows. "Yes baby it is" She groans. She is grinding into his leg, rubbing her clit and sopping pussy against his hard muscular thigh. He pulls her head up by her hair. "Do you want more?" "God yes, baby please," she pleads. Smack! Smack! Smack! He delivers three more timed slaps, keeping her head pulled up so he can watch her face with each blow. The hard slaps cause her to moan and jump slightly with each one. The pain of his stings matched with the pleasure she is getting from grinding her hot pussy against his thigh. "Fuck baby I am so hot, I need your cock in me!" She begs, the spanking causing her to think nothing more than the need to be filled and pounded by his cock. The cock she can feel rock hard underneath her. "Is that what you want? You want cock?" He demands, menace in his voice. His expression darkening. "Yes I want cock, please!" she is squirming, grinding against his thigh. Her pussy flowing with her excitement and super heated from being brought nearly to orgasm earlier and now fueled by the burning her ass has been receiving. SMACK! "You nasty little slut!" SMACK! "You don't care whose cock it is do you? SMACK! She is moaning out loud with each smack of his hand on her ass. The pain sending spikes of pleasure through her pussy. His words spurning her need, his calling her degrading names while he has her spread over him, ass for his taking, her body his to use as he pleases. It is lighting up something primal inside her., making her lose all reason except the urge for his cock to take her, pound her, own her. "Please! Yes! Any cock I don't care, I need to be fucked so bad!" she is crying out, moaning as she grinds and squirms, the stiff pole of her desire just inches away from giving her what she is craving. "You fucking whore!" He suddenly stands up and in one motion, holding her with his strong arms, flings her onto the bed. She lands on her stomach and feels him grab her and turn her over on her back, legs splaying wide for him automatically. He is instantly on top of her, grabs each leg and puts them over his shoulders, opening her up for him. He is now over her, his cock hard, throbbing, aching to take her. He lines his cock up with her flaming pussy, getting the head wet, millimeters from going inside. He cam feel her intense heat, waiting to swallow him whole. "You are a filthy little cock whore," He hisses to her, "but you are MY whore!" And rams his cock all the way inside her. "Ohhhh GOD baby, Fuck me! Fuck me!" she is crying out. He starts a furious assault. Ramming as hard and fast as he can, driving his enraged cock in and out of her tight wet pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck" she is moaning and gibbering with each relentless thrust. His cock driving to her core, filling her pussy and sending spasms of pleasure throughout her body each time his body pile drives on top of her. "You nasty slut, fucking filthy whore, this is what you get!" He thrusts harder and as deep as he can, hitting the bottom of her pussy with each jolt, her body shaking under him. She is holding on for dear life with her hands in his harms, legs up and over his shoulders, his thick cock owning her. "Yes baby yes I deserve this" barely able to get the words out as the very breath is being fucked out of her. Slam slam slam he drives relentlessly, their moans and cries filling the room. Heat, skin, sweat. One of his hands reached for her throat and applies pressure. She grabs it and holds on. "Yessss baby ohhhhhhhh god!" she groans out a guttural cry. She has given herself over completely to him. He is using her body and it makes her burn with pleasure inside because of it. "My slut, my slut, my slut" he says continually as he is lost in the pounding he is giving her. Having taken her like this, owning her and her responses to it have pushed him over the edge. His hand around her throat as his cock plunders her sopping pussy. Her hand clenched around his, feeling the power and control he has over her at this instant. "Yessss baby I'm your slut.... ohhh fuuuuuuuuuuuck I'm cummmming! GOD YES BABY!" she screams out, the blinding pleasure of the whole situation has consumed her and is crashing through her. He feels her begin to orgasm and cannot hold back, her molten hot tight pussy milking his cock, demanding its release to satiate it. "Yes I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your slut pussy!" He groans out. His body stiffens up as he drives inside her, feeling her body tensing up all around him. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" he roars out as he feels his cock explode, sending spurt after spurt of hot cum inside her, the pleasure ripping through him. "Yesssssssssss!" She cries as she feels his orgasm, his cock filling her with his cum, her body is uncontrollably clenching around his as she is lost in the waves of pleasure, lost in her submission. She is crying and moaning as she lets the pleasure control her body, wrapped around him as he drains his cock inside her. As the last waves of pleasure have subsided, their bodies now going slack, she opens her eyes and sees his face, looking down at her. He says softly, "You will always be my little slut." "Yes baby, I will," she smiles up at him. Yes, Baby - Our First Breastfeeding "There's no more time for us to waste; You feel your heart begin to race..." SHIVER - Maroon 5 Adam, Your post seemed innocent enough. Well, as innocent as a personal ad could be: Nurturing Touch Needed 26 year old athletic male wanting to spend some alone time with a pair of nurturing breasts. I am a nurturing person by nature. My breasts have been untouched for months, almost a year now. I miss being touch and touching. Marriage is hard even when it's good...my marriage has been bad for years. I guess being in a dead marriage for so long, and being a bit "unsober" made me feel a little brave. I felt connected because it was like you were looking for me, a woman with a "Nurturing Touch." I am not the girl I was when I got married. I love the attention I get now since I no longer dress like the wife of a preacher. Correction, I no longer dress like the good and pure wife of a cheating and neglectful preacher. But to cross the line, to have another man's mouth on my breasts, technically adultery. I am supposed to stay pure until some other rule is fulfill - from Exodus, I think. I did not know if I was ready to cross that line. But as you know now, I wasn't strong enough to hold on to that particular thought. I was so tired of being alone. And the song "Come Over" had just came on. I did not get to tell you that, for the past weeks, I became fascinated with ANR videos. Watching a man lay beside his lover, lost in the sensation of breast play and suckling. I wanted that for myself. I wanted you even before I even started reading the personal advertisements. I sat at my desk, stood in the shower, even lay in bed before my alarm, gently massaging my chocolate brown areolas. I spent time in a reverie stroking the caramel brown skin of my breasts; pinching and rolling my nipples until the familiar rush of near-release made my body feel so warm and complete. I wanted my mommy milk to be ready. My first response to your post was simple, a picture of "the girls" in a fitted night shirt and a short note "I love to be touch." You responded with a clever, "Where?" We chatted online until late in the night. We began texting, or sexting, the next day. Nearly a week of flirting, and "rule setting," between attempts to schedule a time to see each other face to face. You were patient enough to deal with my indecisiveness, and my list of rules. Perhaps that is what you do Adam, you make too things easy for people. But I don't do easy. "Maybe" was my reply. It was the 2nd time you asked to meet up Friday and it was already Thursday night. Why did I answer your post if I didn't want to meet? Adam, I did everything to dissect what you wanted to happen if we met. I re-phrased what you said in 3 different ways to see if you'd get frustrated or, at least, call me on my stalling technique. But you didn't, "OK, let me know tomorrow morning." You made it simple. Hours past. It was close to midnight. After my shower, I sat on my bed and urged a few drops from each breast. I pressed record on my phone to show the thin milky dew rolling in a tiny trickle down from my nipple and over my hand. Seeing the milk made my precious pink become warm, I ached for a firm touch. I considered not touching myself. But I knew if I didn't release the tension, I would not keep my self-promise to stay "pure" with you. I was still wet from the shower when I texted you again that night. Damp fingers slightly trembling, I attached the video and sent a note, "Ok, Adam, see you there at 8." Even after my fingers were sticky and a light mist of orgasmic sweat covered my body, I couldn't get to sleep. Friday seemed a lifetime away. One more confession Adam: I was late to the bar not just because of traffic. I called my friend Dailia on my way home from work Friday. I wanted to confess what I was about to do, but I could not let those words have sound. I could not tell her about you. She has been there through the bad of my marriage. She knew my sadness about the sexual silence in my marital bed. She could tell I seemed happier, but I just could not tell about you. Adam, you made me hopeful. There was something about your voice that made me trust you. What you said, how you said it. Your gentle southern lilt with that deep male resonance made my body tingle. I did not realize how broken I was until we laid in bed, silent. How your voice filled that broken space. I did not recognize you were broken in the same way too. We connected in ways beyond skin on skin. Funny how I miss someone I barely know. That is the baggage of hope. By the time I got to the bar, I was so unprepared to feel so comfortable with you. I hoped I would at least recognize you from your pictures and not embarrass myself. You sat with your back to the entry, so I had to find you. It was easy, I recognized you because you were the only one I wanted to see. Our conversation, even the silence, was simple. It wasn't superficial. It was easy. There was no need to fill spaces with useless words. I know at times I made you laugh, my nervousness made me chatty, and bolder somehow. Your smile was as disarming as the stories you shared. I was giddy about our connection - to who you are. Or at least the part you allowed me to know. All of my half-truths melted away. I even told you about this, my stories, my pseudonym, my secret place to hide my passion and desires. Bonding too quickly I suppose, a newbie error of hope. I wrote this because I can't shake the feeling we are not finished - I still have hope. Until it fades, Tori "Hypnotized by the words you say..." SHIVER-Maroon 5 "Are you ok to drive?" Adam asked, noticed Tori worked a little too hard to step down onto the street from the curb. "I am a little buzzed; I should have stopped at one," Tori giggled, taking the hand he offered. Not knowing which car was hers, it was only natural that he walk her in the direction she was heading. The amber parking lot lights highlighted the bounce of her large brown breasts. The deep V neckline of her dress was barely covered by her pashmina, so the sway of her chest was completely visible, completely hypnotic. He found it easy to follow her rhythm as she was nearly a foot shorter than he. They were almost to the other side of the lot before he realized she wasn't really leading him anywhere. "Tori!" Adam voice deep and sharp, but his smile soften the blow, "do you know where you parked?" She looked up at him and around the lot with glassy eyes, smiled and shook her head, "Nope, Haha!" Looking up again, this time she met his sky blue eyes, "I thought I would go home with you." "You did, hmm?" His eyes flashed open wide then recovered. She nodded, "Yes, baby." He opened the condo door for her. The short ride from the bar where they met was almost innocent. Except for the issue of the personal ad, it was like two friends catching up. His mom wanted to see him again before he had to leave for Tennessee. 5 weeks. His out-of-town obligations were pressing. Adam's time with Tori was limited to a few weeks, maybe days, to establish the roles within the boundaries - to enjoy the intimacy of adult nursing and to get those full round DDs producing more milk than the few drops Tori videoed for him last night. Tori's head was swimming. Not so much from the alcohol, but because there were so many desires crashing in on her at once now that she was in his space. Breast play always made her horny and sometimes, with enough build, could make her cum. No expectations, she chided herself, just enjoy the connection. The chatting lulled as she held the beer he gave her with both hands. Taking a seat beside her on the sofa, Adam looked at her with deference, "may I touch you?" "Yes, baby...please do." His fingers swept under the neckline of her dress and bra in one move. His large hand still smaller than the melon size breasts that he brought out of confinement. "My breasts are so heavy; I haven't nursed in a long time," Tori said as Adam laid his head on her lap. She wanted to please him, to fill his mouth with her milk. His soft mouth made a ring around the sensitive halo of skin around the puffy nub. His eyes looked to hers with the question of approval, like a child waiting for a permissive word, "Yes," she said, her left hand cradled him as her right begin to touch her face. The contrast of his white skin against her brown body made her shiver. Sexual tension began to build between her thighs by the time he took his first long milk kiss. His pink lips pulled the swollen boob deep into his mouth while his tongue undulated beneath it. Hearing the satisfied sighs from his sweet face gave Tori such a sense of delicious desire for bonding with him. In that moment, she was marked for Adam's touch alone. Her eyes closed and a contented moan escaped her body as her cradling hand stroked his hair. "I want your milk mommy." 4 beats of silence. "Yes, baby - drink mommy's milk, it makes me happy and warm inside." The words fell out before she could catch them despite the pause. There it was, the words were said aloud, mommy, son, desire and nurture - this bond was thick with promise. Adam smiled, his lips still holding fast to the large tit. His eyes caught her gaze and then closed again, suckling with the intensity of a hungry boy who had been denied touch too long. "Do you like mommy's milk," Tori owned the role. "Yes ma'am," Adam's soft reply. It was so simple - this new space - mommy and baby boy roles. Woman and man. Pleasure. Her sweet baby's hands explored her body. Strength of a man with the eagerness of a child, the duality of the passion confused and inspired her. "I want to make my baby boy happy," Tori said, looking at the bliss on his face. Her sweet boy nodded and drank. Tori touched him everywhere should could reach his bare skin. Her fingers traced down his arm and over his shoulder, she wanted to learn his every angle. Time was fleeting. She closed her eyes to focus her senses - waking only to find his mouth moving towards her own. His kissed tenderly, like the first one he placed on her filled mommy's nipple. Warm and soft, Tori kissed her little man and knew that he wanted to please her too. The hunger became empowering. His arm, first curled around her waist during nursing, now pulled her head towards him into the kiss. His need was to be her baby and her man. To be needed and care for; to be less lonely. Adam wanted these moments to shadow over the real world drama that broke his sleep. He needed peace from the brokenness he felt awaiting him at the end of the 5 weeks, and just across the Tennessee border. What he wanted, he would have, at least for tonight. It was the reason he made the post. Good mommies never deny their sons what is needed; but great mommies know the difference between needs and wants. Tori was a good new mommy. She cradled his head and let him rest between the two full mounds. The once DDs breasts were clearly fuller and heavier than any DDs he felt. The milk was mild and came in little bursts. Tori promised to pump for her baby boy so he would be better fed next time. "Yes, ma'am," he agreed. Tori felt his tongue trace along the taut skin around the elongated pap. The warmth of wetness in her most sensitive place startled her. The wave of the first orgasm took her breath away for a moment. There it was. The reason she replied, the primary reason she said yes to meeting him. The memory of the sweet response to breastfeeding drew her to ANR posts and porn. This release of passion entangled with nurture and milk, Tori was coming even before his hand found its way to her clitoris. This delectable blend of pleasure - orgasm and caring - it was his alone to give. And he did, over and again. One hand fondling her breast, his mouth intently milking her while the hand was now under the skirt of her dress. His fingertips pulsed into the folds of her labia, just outside her panties. "What are you doing to me" she moaned, her legs quivered as she braced to for another rhythmic vibration to shake her her as her vagina began another series of sensational spasms. "Do I make you happy mommy, am I a good boy?" "Yes baby, you are a very good boy." "Thank you mommy." The words, the role was very simple to slip into - like they have been here before and would be again. His passion, his words, even the rise of fall of his still-clothed erection were a part of the world he created for them. Her mind could not recall why she wanted to say "no," but the word remained on the tip of her tongue like a memory. The memory even became powerful enough, at times, to control his wandering hands. She tried her best to be the mother he needed; in spite of what every part of her body now wanted. There was be no denying her newness, "may I touch you baby?" A good mother at least asks, she thought. "Yes mommy." Her hand reached towards his swollen head. As she traced her fingers around the flesh of her big boy, his suckling and hands became frenzied. The passion, this rise of desire, was so very intense. Her mind was already trying to justify how much she needed to feel him connected to her, in every way. Her justifications found the crack in her resolve, "Do you have a condom?" Her words revealed her wicked thoughts. Tori failed her purity vow. Failed so soon and so easily. She trusted him beyond reason. She hadn't "dated" someone new since in 12 years, some of it was so unfamiliar. Some of it was completely instinct. All of these were facts for which neither of them prepared. Tori's hands found the heat of his flesh behind the long metal zipper. Her knowledgeable touch made a throbbing sensation radiate from the smooth thick glans, down to the full sac below and up the length of his spine. Adam's ache to cum intensified. Tori's fingers drew spirals down his shaft with the clear stream of wetness the came from within him. Her soft wet palm stroked easily up and down of his cock. Her long fingers barely contained his girth, skin rolling over and down the sensitive rim of the reddened fleshy crown. This time, she made him shiver. The twinge of release threatened to spray his sperm over her body. He was in the moment, lying beside her and drinking milk from his brown mommy. He barely heard her gentle words - permission to mark her panties with his semen. Tori, Mommy, wanted to be everything he needed. She wanted to be good for him and not break her own heart along the way. So when he asked again, "should we move to the bed?" Again she repeated the "no." If she could get her baby to cum, she thought, they could be safe from the growing desire to taste him. The sweet male scent he left on her fingers intoxicated her. She imagined her thick lips covering his swollen staff. Eyes closed, lost in a momentary daydream, she realized her resolve was all gone. Perhaps, if she could get him to free the ache that caused his skin flush hot, she could snap out of this fantasy - to feel his bare cock swell and throb inside her. Now she could smell him everywhere her hands had been. Her mouth pressed against his, her tongue seeking his own. Her mind began to imagine she was tasting his salty sweet cock. A soft "damn" left her mouth; she wanted to be with him, he was her someone else. She had used her last "no" to push that thought from her head. When he asked her again, if she wanted to move to the bed, all she had left was a "yes." HURT .... NIN/Johnny Cash ....Upon my liar's chair Full of broken thoughts I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time The feelings disappear You are someone else I am still right here Someone else. Someone else's sweet baby laid before her - his body ready to receive Tori's attention. She walked to him. He was still all she could see - his face, smooth and manly with soft blue eyes and pink lips that curled a little to betray his thoughts; his long muscular form and his thick staff. He waited for her touch. Her hands and kisses covered him. Her warmth made the blood engorge his shaft. Her breasts moved over his chest, droplets of milk cooling his skin. He brought the swinging orbs closer his hungry face; Adam's hands seizing the sway to place the warm pacifier back to his mouth, where he needed her most. She was undone. Her flurry of words became a jumbled mess, like a small town after a storm. The powerful force, this storm, its only intention was to release the tense energy that built in the atmosphere over the week, days, hours, moments. Her hips moved closer. She rained down words "I'm sorry, I am so sorry" as she placed herself over him. Her head at his neck, kisses and apologies again. Tori's hips now over his, "I am so sorry Adam." She was apologizing for something she could not have known for certain, but it was heavy in the room. It was undeniable and unpleasant. It was the tension the between want and need, connection and regret, together and alone. They both were trying forget "it" in the arms of a compassionate stranger. She had the power to stop herself; she did not want to stop. "I am sorry." They were the right words to say, because of the bond, because of the trust that was there that she betrayed. For Adam, for Tori, for the roles they played and the husband and the wife outside the walls, all of the unspoken truths in and out of the bed, they all needed apology. All of that was not strong enough to stop the descent. Her pink clit shivered on its own in anticipation. The slope and size of his wide cock set off another quake inside her as she slowly lowered down to take him in completely. Her body responded to him with waves of muscles rippling against his hot flesh. Tori's round hips rocked and spiraled like a dance as her moans became ecstatic cries. His hand quieted her whimpers. Her hips circled as his mouth latched on to her swinging breast. Again, she came. Looking at him, his eyes fixed and a little far away, she pressed to forget that she cross the line she said, just yesterday, just minutes ago, they could not cross. New mommy blues would have to wait. Now fully committed to pleasing him; she could not stop until her baby boy was satisfied. She had to bring him back from whatever thought captured his attention. Adam could not release the burden so easily. His mind and body were in battle. While his hands and cock worked as one; his thoughts and vision threaten to steal the moments of "less lonely" she offered. She was on top of him; making him feel sensations that were meant for someone else. He could not deny his body's response to her touch, to her moves. And when his memories and broken hope were quiet, he did not want to leave these moments of connection. "May I cum, inside?" "Yes, baby." The ripples of his orgasm started slow and from the center of his core as her pink wetness hugged and pulled him in deeper. Tori's fingers pressed just below the space of his seed, making a rocking pressure that increased his spasms into it swelled into waves that rolled over and back and again. The uncontrollable spray of semen set off another shiver from inside her as they shared a few throes together in the end. The room was silent except for their breathing. ---We don't have to fix each other---- Come Over, Kenny Chesney Adam, I heard that song today and I thought of you. That line, "We don't have to fix each other, come over." My bedtime stories are always based on songs to which I connect. Songs that inspire a memory, a fantasy, a daydream to take on a new life and live as a Literotica story. You asked me if I'd write about this fantasy of you someday. Remember what I told you, if I do write it down, I threaten to lose the dream. It is why all of my stories are mostly fiction. This one is different. I don't know sweetie, this story seems unfinished to me. Yes, Baby - Our First Breastfeeding There are some pieces missing. Maybe because it was a dream, and when I woke, it began to fade. I am always in the role of an optimist, things usually do get better, and HOPE keeps me from falling into despair. I think, when I woke, I realized you were dreaming too. So I will lay here in silence. Because I don't ever want to cause you pain - if being in the dream doesn't help. But, sometimes, I think it does help. And I need touch...don't you? I hope I will see you again. "I don't think that I can take this bed getting any colder, Come Over"