0 comments/ 20351 views/ 1 favorites Long Overdue By: Zoeeee I had been gone almost three weeks before I was able to get to you again. I longed for your hot, deep, passionate kisses. I yearned for your hands touching my body, holding me close to you. I ached for your tongue between the lips of my wet pussy; feeling the warmth of your breath as you expertly punish my clit. I need you so much, even the drive to get here didn't tire me out, all I thought about was the promise you made to me, of a night of surprises, when I finally arrive to be in your arms again. I tried to imagine what you had in store for me as I drove the miles to Seattle. Thinking about it just made me want you more. I imagined every possible scenario and finally decided to focus on one in particular. I arrive to meet you at the designated place and time. You are there waiting for me, gently pulling me into your arms, you hug me and hold me so tightly against you and you kiss me so deeply that I feel the fiery passion build up between us. I fold you into my arms and hungrily kiss you back. I tell you about all of the excitement and anticipation of what I imagined the surprise would be as I crossed the miles to get here to you, and you just smile at me, holding me closer, whispering in my ear just how much you want me all the while pressing your hard cock against me. I want to unzip your pants and take it out right here to hold it in my hands, gently and yet firmly stroking you, increasing your desire to the point you want to cum right here in my hands. A couple walks by and smiles at us, never guessing what I have in my hand! I lean in to you, stand up on my tiptoes to whisper in your ear how turned on I am by almost getting caught in public, holding your cock in my hands! I whisper to you, I want that cock buried deep inside me and I would do just about anything to make that happen. I long to drop to my knees at this very moment to take you into my mouth, pleasuring you while feeling the feelings of anxiety and passion, the element of being seen in such a public place being foremost in our minds. Tucking your hard cock away in your pants you take my hand and lead me into the room you have prepared for us to share for the evening. I happen to notice a bottle of water on ice you indicate that is just for me and the bottle of champagne for us both. You are so thoughtful and the room is perfect. As you slowly begin to remove my clothing and place me softly on the bed; you make me watch as you remove your own clothes, slowly, piece by piece, revealing your very sexy body to me. I feel shy watching you, but my pussy is telling me something entirely different. I am so wet with desire watching you strip before me; I ache for your touch. The passionate feelings of longing and hunger cause my juices to flow freely, emitting the scent of lust throughout the room. You walk over to the table, your hard cock bulging out before you and reach to open the champagne bottle, pouring a small amount into the glasses that are setting to the side. You strut over teasingly to the side of the bed, offering me a glass with no words needed and we toast to experiencing one another all over again, a repeat of the first time with even more time to share with one another. We slowly sip the champagne each of lost in thoughts of what lies ahead, I unconsciously begin to play with the stem of my glass, slowly running my fingers up and down just enjoying the moments we have and I am lost in thoughts of the moments to come. You lean over and whisper in my ear telling me that if my fingers need something to rub and play with, you have the perfect thing! You gently remove my fingers from the stem of the glass and place my hand on your swollen cock. I snap back into the here and now and rub my hand up and down the shaft, stroking your cock, feeling the silkiness of the stretched skin and the hardness of you, looking deeply into your eyes telling you without words how much I long for you. I unconsciously moan as I feel the thickness of you in my hand. I slide down on to the floor kneeling in front of you and kiss the tip of your cock. I taste your pre-cum as I slip the tip of my tongue across the bulging dark purple head, over and over, slowly teasing and licking you. I glance up noticing your head is thrown back, your eyes closed, I hear you moan under your breath, baby, baby please don't stop. You whisper to me how much you are really enjoying my mouth. I slide my mouth over your hardness taking you deep into my throat, pressing my lips around the base of the shaft firmly, and ever so slowly pulling upward. I begin slowly moving up and down your cock with my mouth, you gently place your hands on the sides of my head, as your passion builds and you begin fucking my mouth like it was my pussy. Gently grasping my hair in your fingers. I feel you grow harder, thicker and longer as I work my mouth on your cock, feeling the grip of your hands firmly on my head, fingers tangled in my hair. I suck you harder and harder and tease with my tongue as I take you deep into my mouth. You don't want to cum just yet and you're on the edge, pulling out of my mouth you reach down and guide me to the bed. We lie beside one another for a while wrapped in one another's arms, cuddling and touching, feeling every inch of each other. I kiss your chest as you gently stroke my hair. I reach up to kiss your mouth again, so passionately and the fire builds again. I love the way you kiss me; how you explore my mouth, I adore the taste of you and the way our mouths belong together. I have missed you terribly. You rise up on your elbow and look into my eyes, I meet your gaze, no words are needed we both feel the eagerness and we both want more. You lean down over my face and kiss me briefly, moving down my neck, sucking, nibbling, and listening to my extended moans of pleasure. You instinctively know all of the right places to make my body dance for you. You lift one of my breasts into your hand, squeezing it, rolling my nipple between your thumb and first finger as your mouth devours the other. My nipples are hard as pebbles, as you crush my breasts much more firmly in your hands, knowing I love the intense squeezing. You reach across me and dip your fingers into my ice water, dripping the cold water over my nipples then sucking on them. I love that new feeling, you dip and spill more and lap it up. I shiver with the excitement and the cool droplets of water on my skin. I treasure the feeling of your mouth as you lick the droplets from my body. You slide your fingers to my pussy and the feeling is excruciating. I let you know how much I need you and you position yourself over top of me, my legs spread wide reaching for the ceiling, I need to feel you fill my dripping wet pussy with everything you have; and as you dive deep into me with one stroke, I scream out all the pent up pleasures you release from in me. The sensation of your cock, with the heat from my pussy is more than I can stand, you hold your cock deeply inside me without moving after that initial stroke, as you feel the lips of my wet pussy tightly wrap around the base of your cock like a vise, gripping you, feeling my body quake under you, hips bucking, jutting forward to keep that beautiful cock lodged so very deep within me, I explode with my orgasm, squirting out all over us. I beg you, please, please don't stop I need to feel you fuck me with those hard, deep intentional strokes that only you know, then make me cum again and again. You lower your mouth and suck my hard nipple into your mouth as you plunge your cock as far as it will go inside of me; slapping my ass with your balls on every down stroke, demanding me to cum for you again. As you slow your pace and allow me to relax my body, you, intentionally and ever so slowly grind your cock deeply against the back of my tunnel, you entice me to cum once again, that deep volcanic orgasm. As we both catch our breath, you ease your cock out of my pussy and roll on to your back. I move above you, gently running my tongue over your nipples sucking each one until it juts out for my mouth, at the same time I am feeling every texture of your skin against my hands and my body. I look deep into your eyes capturing your soul, knowing you adore the way I make you feel. I lean down and kiss you intensely, that deep soulful kiss, the way I know you like it, I swing my leg over your body and now I'm straddling you, I slide myself down your body pushing your legs apart with my knees, finding your cock with my mouth, tasting my juices mixed with yours, and I slowly lick, suck and kiss that tool which brings me to heights of ecstasy never experienced before. I suck you to the edge of orgasm and slowly slither up your body until my pussy is centered over the head of your cock. I reach down and guide the head up and down the lips of my hot wet pussy allowing you to feel the soft folds of the inner lips before I impale myself on you. Back and forth I tease my lips feeling the silkiness of your cock head. My breathing shallow and fast, then gasping, as I am on the edge, knowing the second you enter me I will explode on you. I take just the head of your raging hard on into my pussy squeezing it tight with my love grip clutching it by the head. I hear a gasp escape from deep within you, as I allow your cock to slip from my grip. I listen for your breathing to slow and I brush my nipples over your chest. I slip the head of your cock in and I slowly take you a fraction of an inch deeper inside me, ever so slowly I take you deeper only an eighth of an inch at a time, your breathing becomes a series of short gasps, your hips rising upward in an attempt to have me increase my pace, but I want to take you deep inside me just as slowly as I possibly can, for the first time I'm on top. I want to hear you tell me to take you, to fuck you, to give you my pussy. Almost completely filled by your cock now, I plunge down on the last inch and you cry out my name in intense pleasure. I rise and plunge again faster this time, building a rhythm as I fuck you up and down, faster and harder, feeling you swell harder as I ride your cock. Your breathing becomes shallow and fast, I feel your hips reaching up to meet my every downward plunge. I listen as you tell me again to fuck you, harder, deeper, and faster, to take you to the stars and back. I love to hear you moan out loud, hearing your delectable sighs and panting as I take your breath away, causing your cock to become harder and harder, bigger than ever, taking your balls in my hand, feeling them tighten knowing that you will explode with so much force deep inside of me, and I want it all. Your cock stretches me even more as your cum moves to the head, you are taking deep breaths, as you stiffen beneath me and fill me with more cum than you ever expelled before, violently you shoot deeply inside as my pussy constricts around you and I explode all over you, blending our juices together as I rock back and forth to milk every drop from you. I feel you begin to relax under me and I collapse down on your chest. I slide off to your side and you hold me tightly as we pleasantly lie with one another, sweating from the passionate heat we built, slowly catching our breath and enjoying the musky scent emanating around us. We drift off into a restful sleep only to awaken and make love over and over again. Long Overdue Marion Davies sighed, straightened her shoulders, and pressed "enter" to complete her latest business memorandum. Precise, measured, prudent, she was all those things. Yet, with a moment free, her mind wandered lonely as a cloud. She tossed back her long blonde hair and began to wonder how long it had been since her last passionate interlude. As she pondered, weak and weary, suddenly there came a tapping on her window. She glanced up, expectantly, wondering if she was stark raven mad. But, no, it was just the rain. The rain, drumming on the glass, almost teasing. She raised a delicate hand, ran it along her graceful neck. Marion glanced down at the open desk drawer beside her. There was the shoebox filled with overdue book fines. And, next to the shoebox, was another, closed shoebox. The second box, of course, contained her Blue Venus vibrator. Did Marion feel guilty at having a Frequent Shopper's Club card to sex toy web sites? Mais non. Marion knew that her job was a tense one, seeking to further the march of human progress via books. Moreover, the years since September 11, 2001, had been tension-filled in many ways. Marion coped with these stresses by means of Exogasm, her own personal theory combining aerobic exercise and frequent orgasm. Did she first plan to deliver her plan to a waiting world as a freebie? Yes, she did. But she understood the role of capitalism, so she contacted a venture capitalist and obtained financing for her own program of fitness and fun, a program she felt would make the world a healthier place. Were there costs? Of course. She knew that leaning against a clothes dryer for hours at a time elevated both her blood pressure and her electricity bill. She knew that the old gentleman at the drugstore had his own suspicions as he saw her purchase two dozen batteries every week. But she remained true to her vision. She would become the Joan of Arc of Exogasm. Her left hand idly caressed a Stephen Hawking book as she thought. She loved the feel of new books, adored the smell of them. She recalled the first time she had read The Sensuous Librarian. She recalled the clumsy efforts of her first boyfriend, Dewey. As time passed, however, Dewey's digits learned to decimate her demi-bra. Yes, Dewey had a decimal system. But that was long ago. Dewey converted to radical Islam. There were rumors -- all unsubstantiated, mind you -- about Dewey's relationship with a camel. But Marion paid them no heed. The sea of romantic faith had once been at its full, but for Marion there was left only its melancholy long withdrawing roar. That and her comprehensive collection of sex toys. Marion believed, modifying Nora Roberts, that a day without an orgasm was like a day without a baked potato. Marion began to shut down her computer. While she waited for it close, silently cursing Bill Gates, her arm accidentally brushed the silky fabric of her blouse. Even that slight touch caused her nipples to swell. For Marion hadn't enjoyed a baked potato yet that day, or anything else. She walked out of the library into the cold February afternoon. The rain immediately drenched her cotton blouse, plastering it to her supple breasts and making her turgid nipples completely evident to the startled, yet deeply appreciative, passersby. The rain plunged in rivulets down her creamy skin, tracing undulant paths only a lover's fingers should know. She turned to dash back into the library for her raincoat, but her horn-rimmed glasses were splattered with raindrops, and she ran headlong into an erudite yet hunkalicious man in a tweed jacket. He was just exiting with The Backpacker's Guide to Hiking and Flannery O'Connor's Wise Blood tucked under his leather-patched sleeve. The hunk steadied Marion, saying, "Here, let me," as he helped her back through the door, his eyes never straying below her finely sculpted clavicles in what must have been a effort of iron self-control. "I just need to get my raincoat," gasped Marion, but he was already through the door with her and back into the darkened building. As she turned to thank him, she became intensely aware of the insistent sound of the drumming rain, the dark stillness of the deserted library, and the warmth of the man emanating from his tendoned body in enveloping waves. Images from the Kama Sutra she'd perused during her coffee break flitted through her mind, and she brazenly let her fingers move to the buttons of her soaked blouse, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor, where it lay forgotten for the next few hours. Marion was dimly aware of books falling off shelves as they kissed. A book fell near her and she read: "Call me Ishmael." As her eyes began to glaze with passion, another book crashed nearby and she inadvertently read: "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Marion parted her lips and the embrace became deeper, more intimate; the hunk pressed her against the bookshelves as she clung to him, losing herself in his kiss. She felt rather than heard the library heating system come on, as the rush of warm air from the floor vents lifted her prim black skirt slightly, caressing her still rain-chilled thighs above the tops of her stockings. Dimly she realized that the stranger's hands had followed, stroking the long, taut muscles on the outside of her thighs, toying with the strap of her garterbelt. She longed to wrap her lithe legs around his waist, but with the last shreds of her reserve, she broke the kiss and looked into his eyes. She gasped, noting his uncanny resemblance to a younger, cleaner-shaven James Brolin, a resemblance that had led her to give him the nickname "Doc". The resemblance was further deepened by his habit of roaring around on a motorcycle like the young Dr. Kiley of Medical Center. "Doc?" she whispered in amazement. Flustered, Marion reached randomly for a book and clutched it to her chest like a security blanket. Doc smirked. Looking down, Marion saw that she had grasped The Way of all Flesh by Samuel Butler. "I..I thought you were embedded with the 87th division in Irag now," she said, confused. "No, that was just a temporary assignment," breathed Doc in her ear. "I got my doctorate in Mideast Studies, so I spent the past couple of years writing my dissertation on the Kama Sutra, and every time I saw the diagrams of Flower in Bloom position, I couldn't get you out of my mind." But, she gasped, "Isn't it too early in the day for a baked potato?" He began kissing her urgently again, putting a stop to Marion's confused but unnecessary questions and sending the blood swirling through her body in pulsating rhythms. She let the logistics slip away and was carried on the waves of yearning, her delicate fingers clutching him closer to her, pressing her body all along the length of his, feeling every bone and muscle. As his hands traversed every inch of her body, Marion pulled off his jacket and felt the heat of his skin through his starched white shirt. She wondered if he was still as dexterous in unhooking her bra, especially since she was wearing her macramé triangle demi-bra and it had some pretty complicated knots. As she looked at him, his resemblance to Jean-David Levitte seemed even more remarkable, and she felt her control retreating faster than a French soldier. She forgot Herman Melville, forgot Samuel Butler, even almost forgot Charles Dickens, upon whom she had written her thesis. The clocks in the library seemed to freeze at twenty till nine, and Marion felt like a sensuously wicked Miss Havisham with great, no, mind-blowing expectations of orgasms. She hoped their rainy afternoon interlude wouldn't somehow find its way into Geraldo's communiques. C'est fini, oui? Long Overdue I can't believe it. You're actually here, visiting me. I'm so nervous I can barely speak. You, of course, think I'm being stupid. We eat dinner out; I know you won't eat anything I would cook. And we go back to my place. It's just like it always was. We drink our beer and sit on the couch and watch TV. But you can cut the tension with a knife. We haven't kissed yet. And I don't know if we're going to. But I want to. I excuse myself to the other room. I return in a few minutes and sit exactly as I had been before. In the corner of the couch, with my legs over your lap. Only there's something different now. You rest your hands on my legs again and feel my bare skin. That's when you look at me. I've changed my clothes. The pale purple, sheer cami barely contains my breasts. You look at my hips and see only a thin strip on fabric; yes, I'm wearing a thong. You lean over and set your beer on the table. Then you kiss me. Soft, almost shy at first. But once our tongues touch, the shyness dissipates and the familiarity floods in. I lean toward you and put one foot on the ground so you stroke you fingers across my pussy on the outside of my thong. I put my hand on your pants zipper and can feel your cock starting to harden. You put your hands all over me as I try to take off your clothes. Your sweater, your shirt, your t-shirt, your shoes, your sock, your belt, your pants, your underwear.....you're wearing too much clothing. But you sure do smell good. When I have you totally naked, I kneel down in front of you, between your knees. I take your hot, hard cock in my hand and stroke it up and down a few times while I watch your face. Then I bring my mouth very close to your cock, not touching it, but you can feel my breath on it. I know you want it. So I give it to you. I lick your shaft from the base to the tip before I take just the head into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I suck your cock in and out of my mouth, taking a little more in each time. I don't remember when I started enjoying giving head, but I sure do now. I love the heat of you in my mouth and the texture of your cock. I take a moment to catch my breath before taking as much of you in my mouth as I can. I gag a little, but I keep it there, knowing you like it. I suck on just the head while I pump your cock with one of my hands. It's so slippery from your pre cum and my saliva. I keep sucking and licking and kissing your cock. You tell me you're going to come. I tell you to come. I want you to come. I keep sucking your cock until the last second when I pull you out of my mouth and aim your cock at my chest. I pump your cock until you're completely spent. Then I wipe it off with my hand before putting it back in my mouth for a few last licks. You sit there for a moment, laughing, as I go to wipe off my chest. When I come back, you immediately pin me on the floor, your hands holding my wrists above my head. "Your turn," you say. You devour my neck, keeping my hands above my head with one hand while you massage my breast with the other. I moan and writhe on the floor, wrapping my legs around you. You let my hands go in order to pull the cami off my shoulders. You suck and nibble one of my nipples while playing with the other. I arch into you, it feels so good. I love feeling your mouth all over me. You reach your fingers in my thong and find me soaking. I need to feel your fingers in me. Please, I say, finger me. I need it. You slip two fingers in without a problem and start to fuck my hot little pussy with them. It feels so good; I don't want you to stop. But you do stop. You don't let me come. You start working your way down, kissing my belly and hips before taking my thong off. You push your fingers back in me quickly, watching my pussy while you do. Then you take my clit in your mouth and I scream. It feels so good I can't stand it. Soon you replace your fingers with your tongue, which leave a hand free to play with my nipple. You feel that I'm coming and you put your fingers back in my tight little pussy. I need it baby, please, please make me come. I moan and groan and scream and come with your fingers in me and your mouth on my clit. Can you feel my orgasm? Can you feel my pussy contract around your fingers? Do you like it? I come down from my climax and you're kissing my breasts and neck. I reach for your cock and find it only half-way hard. We'll just have to do something about that, won't we? I grab your cock and urge you to come toward me. You readily straddle me, thinking I'm going to give you more head. But that's only half of what I want for you. I put your cock between my D breasts and push them together for you. You groan and bite your lip as you push your cock forward. I lick the tip as it comes close enough for me to. You push back and forth between my breasts, sometimes pausing to let me suck the head of your cock. Your cock is hard now, and I'm hot for you. I let go of my breasts and grip your cock. "Fuck me now?" I ask. "Absolutely," you respond. You stand up and pull me up off the floor, planting a hard kiss on my lips before taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. We climb in my bed, our thighs touching as we kneel in front of each other, naked and kissing. You fall sideways onto the bed, taking me with you. You keep one arm around me as we lay side-by-side and pull one of my knees up to rest on your hip. Then you slip your hard cock into my waiting pussy. We've never fucked like this; it takes me a moment to get used to it. When I do get used to it, I like it. We both move and I can feel nearly your entire cock gliding in and out of my tight pussy. You play with my nipples as I lick and suck your fingers, turning you on even more. "Oh, god, baby, that feels so good," I mutter into your shoulder. "Please don't stop. You feel so good inside me." You hold onto my hip and start to move in and out of me a little faster. You make those little noises because you try not to make any while I moan your name and babble incoherently. I hope the neighbors don't mind. "God, keep fucking me," I say, "Fuck that tight little pussy. Fuck me until you come." That's all the encouragement you need. You bury your face in my neck as we move our hips, bringing each other closer and closer to orgasm. I know you're close when you actually start making noise and grip my hip harder. "I'm on birth control, now, baby," I get out in between breaths. "You can come in me if you want." My orgasm hits me in waves, and I feel my whole body contract. Yours starts a moment later and I feel your hot seed filling me. I hold you to me with my leg and don't let you out. We hold on tightly to one another as our breathing returns to normal. You kiss me shyly, tentatively again. "I should have visited you a hell of a lot sooner," you admit. I just smile and drift of to sleep thinking about what the rest of the week could hold.