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Our Storm

By: NekkedKittyCat



You feel the storm flow through your body, energizing you with its power. You have always been like this - restless, feeling the blood rushing madly through your veins. Many a time, you had wished for someone to share it with you. I had finally found you. You stood in the clearing by the gazebo in the park...what has brought you to this place to meet this man? The warm rain pelts down on your face. I could feel the tension in you too. You practically radiate it. You stand there; eyes closed feeling everything...the storm outside, the storm within. It set your nerves on edge. 

I come to you and place my hands on your shoulders. You don't move a muscle. It was as if you do not recognize my presence. Slowly, I slide my hands down your arms, moving to your waist and pulling you to my body. You trembled slightly, your hands curling into fists in an attempt to subdue the turmoil within yourself. Still your eyes remain closed. 

I could feel the electricity in the air. It made me a little crazy too. I bend down to your ear. Very deliberately, since I know you don't like me teasing your ears, I blow softly into it. You give a sharp cry and came alive, twisting around to press yourself into my body. I see you starting to turn around and quickly lower my head from an attack of "elbowitis". I take your weight easily as I run one hand through your wet hair. 

Your hands clutch at my back, as your lips claimed mine. This was no warm, loving kiss. Your tongue thrusts into my mouth, boldly demanding a response. I give it. My hand molds your body against mine as I let loose all the wildness I restrain with everyone but you. 

Lightning flashes above us lighting up the clearing for a split second. You jerk against me, hands clenching behind my back. Then suddenly you shove me away and run. I stand frozen in shock and then I come running after you. 

We run deeper into the woods. The rain coming down so hard that I can barely make you out in front of me. You are running so fast that I am scared that you will slip on the muddy ground and slide down one of the steep inclines. Amazingly you stay on your feet, still racing with the wind. Your exultant laughter floats back on the wind to me. 

Suddenly you slide to a stop, doubling over to catch your breath, laughing breathlessly still. I pull you upright and prop you against a tree. Your clothes are soaked, your hair plastered against your brow but you are more alive now than I have ever seen you. Your eyes are aglow as you throw back your head, stretch your arms out and yell. I am entranced. Who is this wild creature? 

Your eyes came back to my face. I see the power in your eyes, and suddenly I have the wild notion that the storm's energy is in you, being channeled somehow through you to the outside. 

Your gaze intensifies. Your lips part, your tongue slips out to slide delicately over your lower lip. 

"Do you want me?" Your voice is lower and huskier than normal. 

"How could I not?" I answer, my eyes drinking in the sight of you moving slowly against the tree. You hold out a hand to me. 

"Then make love to me." 

I slowly lay you down onto the wet grass. You let your body fall with mine, melting into the ground. Then swiftly, you twist out from under my body, throw a leg over me and prop yourself over me, your face alight with triumph. You catch my wrists and drag them over my head, holding them down to the ground. Slowly, you stretch out over me, your large breasts poised over me, erect nipples clearly outlined through the wet fabric. 

"Geesh...Woman!" 

"You like?" you purr. 

"Like? Here's how much I like." 

I throw you off, pinning you down easily, shifting to let you feel my obvious arousal against your thigh. 

"Tell me. How much do you want me to make love to you?" 

You groan in response, thrusting up your hips against me. I laugh softly then bend down to suck your earlobe into my mouth. You try to squirm away from me. 

"Do you want to feel my tongue against your clitoris? Do you want to feel my fingers slide deep into you, press against your walls?" came a low, deliciously husky voice in your ear. 

"Yes!" you gasp.

The vibration of my voice sends tiny muscle spasms running down your side. A wet tongue slides around the shell of your ear. You shriek. Damn it, I knew perfectly well that your right ear was one of your most sensitive spots! Then the lightning flashed again and you are arching against me, suddenly filled with the need for passion and power. 

"Please, I need you now." you groan. 

I cock my head in mock surprise. 

"Now where's that woman who spends our days/nights endlessly teasing me? Can't you stand it when the shoe's on the other foot?" 

I bend down swiftly to sweep my tongue over the sensitive side of your neck. You groan as your body continues to move restlessly under me. 

"Too bad." I continue silkily. "I'm going to take my time and I'm going to see you go crazy with pleasure." 

Swiftly I come to my feet and reach down to pull you up. Backing away slightly, my intense eyes holding your own, I begin to strip. Your heart leaps into your throat and stays there as I finally stand there in front of you. A wave of faintness sweeps over you as your eyes travel over my body. Proud, naked, beautiful. Framed by the storm. Your fantasy comes to life. 

Sobered a little by the depth of your emotions, you lift your hands to your buttons and begin to shed your clothes, unconsciously using the grace inherent in you. Soon you too are bare; your skin prickling in the wind that rustles the leaves around us. I make the first step, backing you into a tree. 

The feel of my firm body pressed against yours, the hardness of my penis traps itself against the soft flesh of your tummy, this was becoming more like a dream by the minute. The knot of tension within you tightens as your breathing shallows I bend my head ever so slowly to nuzzle at your neck. A wet tongue strokes up to your ear and then down again, tantalizing every single nerve ending on the way. Your nails dig into my forearms as muscles in your buttocks contracted with exquisite slowness. 

Thunder crashes above us and a fresh fall of rain makes its way through the leaf cover onto us. The heat of my body burns through the chill as my hands move over your body, touching, stroking, and spreading the water over your breasts. 

Suddenly, you come to life again, wrapping your arms around my neck and pulling my head down for an intense, satisfying kiss. One bare leg lifts and hooks over my hip as you pulled me into your body. 

I can feel the heat of your mound pressing against my hip, more than just tempting me to plunge into its warm depths. But I was enjoying myself way too much to end it so soon. Instead, I slip one hand down your side, follow the smooth curve of your bottom and stroke along your raised thigh. I break away from our kiss, looking deep into your stormy eyes as my hand slips between our bodies and into the heat and wetness waiting for me. 

You give a sharp gasp, pressing back against the tree as my cool fingers part your outer lips and drive into you. I can feel your inner muscles contracting around my fingers and I crook them forwards and find your G-spot. Slowly I start to stroke the sensitive tissue, softly at first and then with more pressure. 

You bury your face in my neck, stifling your moans into my shoulder. Your nails dig into my upper arms as you hold on for dear life. 

Carefully, I add my thumb to the concerto finding your throbbing clitoris and start on the exact same rhythm I am using inside you. 

"No! Stop! Please...I can't stand it." 

You shoot away from me and grab my hand to still it. A second later I am pinning you to the tree, immobilizing you with my own body. 

"Relax. Don't fight it." I murmur into your ear, as I start up again. 

"Oh God... please...no. I can't..." 

I speed up the tempo. Harsh cries started to escape you, your body tensing up against me. You had never felt such violent pleasure in your life. You need to scream, to tear into me, anything to keep you from going insane.

"OH GOD! GOD!" you cry out.

I managed to keep you upright as your legs melt way, concentrating on keeping the pressure of my fingers intense all the while. My own body is on fire, as I watch the ecstasy in your eyes, feel your muscles start to contract involuntarily. 

Your scream comes with the thunder, and then again and again as your orgasms tear into you with a force you have never imagined.

I hold you then, feeling the aftershocks run through your exhausted body long after you have cum. My own body is throbbing unmercifully after watching your explosive climaxes, every fiber straining to thrust into you with all the power I have. I force the image from my mind. You were too worn out to continue.

Your hand wraps around my shaft. I gasp at the contact. You lean over me, your eyes dark with a dangerous sexuality. The storm was still going strong. Maybe they WERE connected somehow.

You catch my wrists and drag them over my head, holding them to the ground. Slowly, you stretch over me, your breasts poised temptingly over me. A very familiar smile spread over your lips. You look at me lewdly and I hear you say in my ear...

"Now where was I..." 

to be continued? 

Our Story



For Max- the love of my lives.

*

She knew he was home before he said anything. She could smell him, his manly scent a mix of salt, sweat and fish. Her back was to the door and a soft breeze had carried his intoxicating aroma to her as she sat nursing their baby girl, Sabine. He smelled so good and God she loved him. She had loved him from the moment she met him. She was six. He was twelve. He and his mother had moved to the small fishing village of Manarola after his father's death a few months prior. His mother had been born there and decided to come home to be near family in their time of grief. She saw him for the first time sitting outside the house across the street from hers, mending a fishing net, and she was love struck. She had never seen such a handsome boy, she thought to herself. His steel blue eyes mesmerized her. She decided right then and there that she was going to marry him. Figuring she better introduce herself to her future husband she walked across the street and stuck out her hand. 

"Hi, I'm Alessa." She announced, "And I'm going to marry you someday." 

He looked at her hand and then her face and started laughing. Clearly, he was going to take some convincing. 

He grasped her hand, still chuckling and said, "I'm Marco. You're a little young for marriage don't you think?"

"True." She replied. "But I won't always be." She smiled sweetly at him then turned on her heel and walked back to her house.

Alessa smiled to herself at the memory as Marco called to her from the doorway, "Buona sera, Principessa." Principessa was his pet name for her. She didn't remember when exactly he started calling her that, but she thought it was shortly after their first meeting, and she was pretty sure it was originally intended to be mocking. Since then, however, it had become an endearment, she truly was his princess and he treated her as such. She heard him walk across the room and felt his warm breath on her cheek as he leaned in for a kiss. 

"And there is my ragazzina bella!" he cooed. "How is she doing today?" he asked as he smoothed the feathery tufts of hair on her head.

"She's just fine." Replied Alessa. "I think she's almost ready for bed."

Marco walked around the chair to kneel in front of his girls and gazed lovingly at them both. 

"And where are my boys?" he asked, quickly scanning the tiny cottage.

"In bed already. You got home late tonight."

"I know- the catch was good. I had a lot to sell at market today." He said proudly. 

Alessa stood, cradling the baby in her arms. She had finished nursing and was already asleep. Marco sat down in the chair she had just vacated and started to remove his boots. As Alessa started to walk over to the cradle, Marco wrapped his arms around her waist and turned her to face him. He grasped her bottom in both hands and pulled her close. She had, he thought to himself, the most scrumptious bottom heaven had ever created. Alessa's blouse was still undone; she hadn't had time to do up the buttons yet with her hands full of the baby. Marco took advantage of the situation and nuzzled the soft flesh between her breasts. He loved the way she smelled, so warm, so sweet, so maddeningly female. She drove him crazy just the smell of her. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand. The sweetly sour scent of milk reached his nose and it made his blood boil with lust. He pinched her already erect nipple and Alessa quivered. She loved the feel of his hands, his lips on her body. That they couldn't keep their hands off each other was quite evident in their four children. Four children in six years. If they kept this up they'd have a soccer team before she was even 30 years old. 

Marco nipped hungrily at the flesh on her shoulder. "Principessa," he murmured into her neck "I know you've been taking care of little ones all day, but please, put the baby to bed now and come take care of your husband." He pleaded. 

She didn't need to ask how he wanted to be taken care of, his need was making itself known by the growing bulge in his trousers. 

"Go. Put her to bed and I'll wash quickly." He gently pushed her away from him so he could get up. They stood there for a minute facing each other, his hard manhood sticking out lewdly towards her belly as if pointing to the object of its desire. The heat between them flared as they stared into each others eyes. 

"No, don't wash." Said Alessa. "I like the way you smell." 

"Woman, you are crazy. I reek of fish! I stink!" Marco shook his head.

"You smell wonderful." Alessa insisted. "You smell like...home." She kissed him gently on the lips and just like always, she melted. 

He groaned into her mouth and grasped the sides of her face so he could devour her full, plump lips with his. No matter how many times he kissed her, and he'd given her millions of kisses in their time together, he still felt electricity shoot through him, just like the first time. He remembered their first kiss with a clarity that surprised him. Of course, his life had changed the instant his lips first touched hers so it was no wonder the moment had been seared into his mind. She was only sixteen the first time their lips met. She was young but there was no doubt she was a beauty. From the moment she met him at age 6, she had pursued him with a single minded determination that bordered on obsession. For his part he did his best to gently discourage her advances. For her part she staunchly refused to admit defeat. It was a stalemate, with neither side giving an inch. 

Over the years he watched her grow from a pretty, precocious child into a stunning woman. He couldn't deny that though she was still young, she did elicit a certain type of response from him that he wasn't too comfortable with. This was, of course, part of her plan. She brazenly flaunted her young nubile body in front of him at every opportunity. A flash of leg here, a hint of cleavage there, but he couldn't get past their difference in age. She was just too young. Or so he kept telling himself. Until one particularly hot August day. 

Manarola was in the midst of a blistering heat wave that was charring the village with unrelenting resolve. The residents were withering under the sun's scorching rays and there seemed to be no relief in sight. Alessa had been trying to beat the heat by spending her days submerged in the ocean. On this particular day she decided to head to the marina for her daily swim. Of course, she did have other motives in choosing the marina; she was hoping to catch Marco before he left for the market with his daily catch. As she walked down the wooden dock towards Marco's boat, she noticed the looks she got from the other men there. She knew men found her attractive, and many boys her age had asked her out, but she had refused them all. Her heart was set on one man and that was that. 

When she got to his slip, she found Marco on deck, washing down the boat. He looked hot, tired, and frustrated. Must have been a bad fishing day, she thought. She watched him for a while before he noticed her standing there. She looked positively lovely. The white tank style peasant blouse she had on clung to her sweaty body, giving Marco a clear indication that she wasn't wearing a bra, and the light blue linen skirt showed more than enough leg. He paused in his work, drinking in her beauty like a cool glass of water when she called out to him. "You look hot- come swimming with me." 

"I can't," he replied "I have to finish working."

"You can do that later. You need to take a break before you get heat stroke. C'mon!" she insisted. 

He looked at her for a moment contemplating her proposal and then noticed she hadn't brought a bathing suit. He smiled and shook his head. She just wouldn't quit. Quickly she climbed aboard his boat and tugged the pail out of his hand. 

"Come on," she said coyly as she began undoing the buttons on her skirt. "A little swim won't kill you- in fact it'll help. You'll feel much more refreshed after and you'll be able to get all your work done." 

She looked up at him from under her eyelashes. He was staring at her, watching her fingers work their way slowly down each button. When she reached the last one she let the skirt drop in a pool around her feet. Though it was already hotter than Hades, Marco felt his temperature go up at least 10 degrees. And that wasn't the only thing going up. He could feel himself getting hard, pressing against his shorts as he looked at her nearly naked body. He let his eyes travel up from her feet to her tanned muscular legs to where they met at her center, her womanhood, barely covered by a flimsy piece of cotton. His breath caught in his chest and he quickly looked up to her face. Yes, he thought, he needed a swim, to cool down. She grinned at him. She could tell she had gotten to him and she was quite pleased with herself. She grabbed his hand and walked towards the edge of the boat. "Ready?" she asked him. He could only nod. And they jumped together. 

Once in the water, things only got worse for Marco. He had hoped the cold water would have a dampening effect on the activities in his shorts, but when he saw Alessa bobbing in the sea, glistening wet and her hard dusky rose colored nipples popping through her blouse, he was afraid he was going to explode right then and there. If it was possible, she looked even more stunning soaking wet. She looked like a mermaid, a siren and he was totally under her spell. When she suggested a race to the rock, he couldn't say no. She beat him, of course, she was a great swimmer, and he had the added disadvantage of extra drag. She had already hoisted herself up onto the rock and was lying on her back by the time he got there. When he saw her, her see-through top clinging to her pert breasts, her nipples erect and her barely there panties hugging the lips of her sweet young pussy, his instincts took over. He wanted her. He had to have her. This gorgeous young woman had been tormenting him for years and there was only so much one man could take. She wanted him and now she would get her wish. 

He pulled himself up onto the rock next to her and she glanced over. She noticed his cock straining against his shorts and started to smile but before her lips could even form the proper shape, he was on her. He rolled on top of her lithe body pinning her arms above her head. She was so surprised she gasped out loud. He spread her legs with his and she could feel his erect manhood pushing the material of her panties aside. She could feel his cock against her as though they weren't wearing any clothes at all. He glared at her, his eyes full of lust, fury and need. She stared back, defiant, daring him to go ahead and do it. She wanted it, wanted him and she had waited her whole life for this moment. Finally, the stalemate between them was over. He surrendered and slowly lowered his head. As his lips touched hers for the first time, he felt his entire body burst into flames. Though he had had hundreds of other kisses before, this was the only one that mattered. As soon as he kissed her, he was done. She had won him and he was hers forever.

Kissing her now, in their own home, their four children sleeping soundly nearby, nothing had changed for him. His body still reacted the same way to her as it had that very first time and he doubted that would ever change. Alessa gently ended the kiss, pulling away from him to put the baby in her cradle. 

"Get in bed amore. I'll come take care of you in a minute." She smiled as she looked back over her shoulder. Marco was already stripping out of his clothes and launching himself toward their bed. 

Their physical compatibility shouldn't have surprised them, but it did. Neither of them had much experience before their wedding and Alessa insisted on waiting until they were married to consummate their love. In the meantime, the chemistry between them threatened to burn them both. They could barely keep their hands off each other, but Alessa was young and inexperienced and had a strong Catholic upbringing. Though she was just as eager as Marco to express her love in a physical way, she was also nervous and wanted to do things right. And true to form, once she had made up her mind she refused to be dissuaded from her decision. Marco, being older than she, had been with a few women before Alessa. The wedding night would not be his first time and the waiting was killing him. He quickly decided that Alessa's decision to wait was just another way she had devised to torture him. She would kiss him for hours, endlessly teasing him until he was so hard he swore he'd come if the wind blew strong enough. Still, he didn't push her. He loved her more than anything in the world and he would wait as long as he had to. 

Marco thought Alessa was even more beautiful now than she had been when they married. As he lay there waiting for her to come to bed his mind wandered over her slight frame and soft womanly curves. She was petite but powerful and Marco adored her body. He felt the Gods had made it with him in mind. Even the gentle swell of her stomach, the result of their four children, aroused him. Alessa was self-conscious about the little bulge, but in truth it was Marco's favorite part of her. It was home to him. Her center, her essence. It brought him peace and he could not rest until his arms were wrapped around her with his hand gently cupping her belly. 

Alessa walked over to the side of the bed. Her blouse was still half undone, her hair a bit disheveled, and she had spit up on her shoulder. She was ravishing. Marco pulled back the covers revealing his nakedness and his erection. Alessa grinned. She loved that he wanted her so much even after 4 children and 6 years of marriage. And the feeling was definitely mutual. Seeing his tanned chiseled body and his hard cock on display, Alessa felt a dampness between her legs. She began a slow sensual strip tease, unbuttoning the rest of her blouse, and sliding it off first one shoulder and then the next. Turning around she glanced back slyly at her husband as she dropped the blouse to the floor. His eyes were fixed on her beautiful form. Damn, she still knew how to make his blood boil. 

As he watched, Alessa hooked her fingers into the waist of her skirt, bent over and slid the skirt over her hips. She did a little wiggle to help the fabric along its journey down her shapely legs until it too, was on the floor. Marco was entranced and his cock throbbed in response to the erotic sight in front of him. She knew he couldn't get enough of her bottom and she used that knowledge to her advantage as much as she could. Slowly Alessa turned around, revealing her nakedness to her eager and adoring husband. She stood there bathed in moonlight for a minute watching Marco watch her. She could see the love, the passion, and the complete devotion written all over his face. She was a very lucky woman and she knew it. Marco reached for her as she slipped lightly into bed next to him. His heat quickly enveloped her, caressing her body and melting her into him. He reached up to stroke her cheek and as he stared lovingly into her eyes she was reminded of their very first time together. Their wedding night. 

She was eager, to say the least. But she was also terrified. Her mother had been less than helpful with her "wife's duty" speech which made sex sound less appealing than being pecked to death by chickens and her friends stories of the pain and blood involved had her wondering why people ever did it at all. She needn't have worried, though. As it turned out, Marco was as patient and gentle a lover as any woman could have hoped for. And she, it turned out, was quite a natural at it herself. That night after the festivities in the village had wound down, the bride and groom walked hand in hand down the cobbled streets to their new home. Marco had purchased the cottage a few weeks earlier but had refused to let Alessa set foot inside. The outside was a beautiful white wash stucco and looked out over a cliff into the ocean. The view alone was enough to make Alessa fall in love with the house. 

As they walked up to the door, Marco swept his blushing bride into his arms and carried her across the threshold of their home. He set her down on her feet just inside the kitchen and kissed her. She got so lost in his embrace she almost forgot to look at the home he had so carefully and lovingly prepared for her. Fortunately Marco had his wits about him. He took her hand and led her on a tour of the cozy cottage. From the brick red Italian tile in the kitchen to the two small bedrooms off the living room which Marco promised would soon be filled with their children, it was perfect and she was touched that he had managed to find her such a wonderful home. The tour ended, of course, in their bedroom where he had lit candles and dressed the bed with layers of blankets and pillows in rich red and orange hues. Alessa's first impulse was to leap onto the bed like a little girl and start bouncing up and down, but when she realized that soon that bed would be the scene of her deflowering her mood sobered and she started to tremble. Marco grabbed her and pulled her close noticing that she was shivering. 

"Principessa, what's wrong?" he asked tilting her chin up so she would look him in the eyes. 

"Nothing. Nothing, I'm just nervous." She admitted to him. "I'm afraid it's going to hurt. I'm afraid I'll be awful and you'll be disappointed." She dropped her eyes to the ground, not wanting to see the look on his face when she admitted such things. 

He smiled to himself. She was nervous and afraid of disappointing him? He was terrified of hurting her, of disappointing her, of turning her off to the whole idea of sex because of his ineptness. 

"Principessa, I'm nervous too." He admitted. "I promise we'll go slow. I don't want to hurt you and if it hurts and you want to stop, just tell me, ok?" 

He kissed her forehead and then her nose and finally her lips. She murmured her agreement with his plan and soon they both forgot their anxiety and found themselves naked together in the giant fluffy bed. As he eased himself inside her for the first time, he stared into her eyes and caressed her cheek. He watched as her eyes squeezed shut at the initial pain of his penetration. Carefully he moved inside her, monitoring her reactions intently, ready to stop at a moment's notice if he detected she was in any pain at all. But after the first thrust into her womanhood which caused her to whimper in pain, she seemed ok. She opened her eyes and nodded at him to continue. She could feel him hard and thick, stretching her open. It did hurt at first, but after the initial pain wore off, the feeling of fullness wasn't all that bad. And after a few minutes of careful, tender love making it started to feel quite good. Before she knew it Alessa was meeting his thrusts, raising her hips to meet him and moaning softly. Marco was ecstatic with her response. He kissed her hard, capturing her lips with his and she answered in kind. Soon she was clawing at his back trying to pull him deeper inside her. They made love all night and most of the next day, forgetting to eat, forgetting to sleep or breathe, they were drunk on love and nothing in the world existed but the two of them. 

Making love to Marco still did that to Alessa. She lost herself, lost all track of time. When they made love, she felt complete and it only seemed to get better and better. She gazed up at her husband, her love for him filling her so full she thought she would burst with happiness. He caressed her cheek and she parted her legs for him. They kissed and the world melted away. The next morning the baby woke them at dawn. Alessa got up to change the diaper and feed her, while Marco checked on the boys. After a quick breakfast, Marco was off to the dock, ready for another day at sea. He kissed his family and walked out the door whistling to himself. 




Our Story



It was a cool but sunny day so Alessa decided to take the children out for a walk. They wandered down to the marina to look at the boats. Oreste was definitely his father's child. He loved boats and fishing and anything to do with boats or fishing. He was anxious to help his dad once he was old enough. Guiseppe was quiet and thoughtful, more like Alessa's dad and little Leo was just like her, outgoing, gregarious and stubborn. By mid morning the sky started to darken and the clouds looming off shore looked ominous. Alessa collected the children and headed back to the cottage to put them down for a nap. It was almost a miracle to get 4 kids to sleep at the same time, but somehow she managed to do it. She was looking forward to a little quite time to herself but as soon as she sat down the skies opened up unleashing a fierce thunderstorm on the tiny village. It figures, thought Alessa, I just get them down and now the thunder is going to throw them into hysterics. She spent the rest of the afternoon trying unsuccessfully to calm four frightened children. She was so busy with the little ones she didn't have time to worry about Marco out on the ocean in such a storm. Until his friend Claudio knocked on the door. 

Alessa didn't remember what Claudio said when she answered and saw him standing there soaked and devastated with grief written clearly on his face. She didn't remember the rest of that day or that week or that month. Those dark clouds that had taken Marco from her now hovered over her head obscuring her vision and casting her into a darkness she could not find her way out of. She moved through life in a haze. Nothing made sense without Marco. Her family and friends took care of her at first, then they worried about her. She couldn't seem to pull herself together. They pleaded, then chided, then threatened her. What about the children? They needed their mother. She had to pull herself together for their sake. But there was nothing she could do. With Marco gone, she didn't want to live. Every day she willed her lungs to stop breathing air, she willed her body to stop thinking, or feeling, or being. How was it possible, she wondered, that she was still alive with a hole this big gaping in her chest? One night she awoke with her blood thumping furiously through her veins. She was surprised that her heart actually had the gall to continue beating after all that she had lost. Tears were streaming down her face and she was gasping for air. She had been dreaming that Marco was there next to her. It was so real she still could feel him warm in the bed and she swore she had heard him whispering in her ear.

"Principessa, don't cry." Whispered Marco. 

Alessa practically jumped out of her skin. She had heard him clearly this time. She was sure of it. Marco was talking to her. Either she was still dreaming or she was going crazy. At this point, thought Alessa, that was a definite possibility. She clutched the blankets to her chin and scanned the room. There out of the corner of her eye she saw him standing near the window like it was no big deal. 

"Marco!" she cried. "What..where?" and she burst into tears. 

"No, no, no Principessa, no more crying. You listen to me now. I know it's hard. I do. But you have to stop this. You have to pull yourself together and take care of my children. If you love me, you will be a mother to them. There is a piece of me in each of those little ones. You haven't lost me. I'm with you every day."

"No you're not!" She screamed at him. "You're not with me. You left me! You left me alone! How could you? How could you leave me like this?" she sobbed. 

"I know, darling, I know I did, but I didn't have a choice. You know I didn't." he insisted. 

"It's not fair! This can't be happening. It can't. I love you so much. I loved our life! How can this be happening? What kind of God would let this happen? I love you more than life itself. I can't live without you- I won't! I feel like I'm dead inside. Nothing makes sense without you! Please, please come back! Come back to me!" Alessa gasped. 

She was in hysterics now, crying and screaming at the top of her lungs. It was a good thing her mother had taken the children that night or she would have scared them the way she was carrying on. 

"Principessa" whispered Marco "Shhh, sweetheart, I will come back. I promise. Our love will endure. I will find you again. I will come back." 

Suddenly, Alessa stopped crying. It was as if someone had turned off a faucet. There were no more tears for her to cry. A feeling of calm washed over her as Marco glided towards her. She stared at him, her eyes huge and glistening. 

"I love you." She told him.

"Our love will endure." Said Marco. "Believe me my darling, my principessa. Nothing can keep us apart forever. I will find you again. I will find my way back to you." He kissed her forehead and then he was gone. 

"Grace? Gracie? Hello?"

Grace was jolted out of her daze by the warm hand on her thigh. It took her a moment to get her bearings and remember where she was. She looked around. That's right- she was on a date. A first date with her co-worker, Max. He had been asking her out for over a year, ever since she started working at the law firm. She refused him at first, she had just gotten out of a bad relationship and she thought that Max was a little too old for her. But he persisted and eventually she couldn't remember why she kept saying no. He was incredibly handsome and sweet, and funny so finally she had agreed to go out for a drink with him. And here she was on her first date in over a year and she was blowing it, zonking out like some kind of space cadet. She shook her head trying to clear her thoughts and then looked at her date. He was watching her intently with his steel blue eyes. 

"You ok? Where did you go there?" he asked.

"I...I'm..." she stammered, staring at him. His eyes were mesmerizing. "I must have spaced out there for a minute. I'm sorry." She took a sip of her sangria.

"That's ok." Max replied. "I'm glad you found your way back to me." He grinned. 

Grace choked on her drink and stared at him. 

She took a deep breath and cleared her throat. 

"Right, I'm back now." She smiled at him tentatively. "So, anyway, what were we talking about before I so rudely spaced out on you?"

Max leaned in towards her so that his face was only inches from hers. He twined his fingers with hers and looked meaningfully into her eyes. 

"I was just telling you that all I really want in life is to move to Italy, become a fisherman, and raise lots of little Italian speaking babies." 

Grace nearly fell off her chair. She felt the earth shift underneath her as she stared at Max, a recognition tickling the back of her consciousness. He reached up to caress her cheek and the moment his lips touched hers, her world changed forever.



Our Story



*Note from the author - a true story*

Remember how this started? Could we ever pinpoint it? When did you become something more than a friend? Was a while ago now that I first started thinking of you in that way. The excitement of finding out you felt the same. The way my heart leapt and my crotch ached when you first told me you were touching yourself and I popped into your head as you came. The relief I felt telling you I also had done the same. Those lingering hugs we gave each other, which just seemed to get longer and longer. The quick pecks we gave each other. Knowing that we shouldn't but revelling in the delicious naughtiness of it. The sneakiness. The fact that our respective others had no idea what was developing between us. That night we kissed in the car for the first time. How right that felt. How hungry your mouth was against mine. How I moaned into your mouth as our tongues battled and caressed each others. 

Do you remember that day I was over your house for a few minutes and I we kissed in your lounge room? How I pushed against you on the couch. Aching for each other. I'm sure it was me who pulled my cock out. And you grabbed it and stroked me as we kissed. Urging me to cum on your dress. Telling me it was alright and you wanted me too. You wanted to please me, and I didn't want to get cum all over you as I was worried how you were going to clean it. I told you to just give him a quick kiss and I had to go. So you knelt down in front of me and took it in your mouth. I can still remember looking down at you sucking my cock and thinking WOW. I remember telling you you'd better stop or I was going to cum. But you didn't. You expertly sucked my cock till I came hard into your mouth, and you deliciously swallowed every drop. Just like you told me you would in our conversations. Once you were satisfied you lent back looked me in the eye and said "yummy" while you wiped your lips. As for me I could barely stand I was so light headed. You told me later as soon as your lips touched my cock you knew you were going to drink my cum. 

Six days later we fucked for the first time. Was it romantic? Not really. Was it passionate? Most definitely! Was it worth a whole story in itself? HAHA sadly probably not. 

I picked you up and we drove to what is now our spot. I pulled up and we kissed straight away. Deep long tongue kisses. I know I needed to taste you and I asked if it was ok. You pulled your panties off and I dove into your pussy. That was the first time I tasted the most delicious pussy ever. I remember thinking to myself I can't believe how wonderful and hot you tasted. It was amazing. Unfortunately time was getting away from us and I could not give you the attention I so needed to. So as I went back to kissing you I mentioned that we should probably go. That's when you said the most amazing thing to me. "I really want to fuck you ya know." So I scooted around the car. Took my pants off and lent you back in the seat. I positioned myself between you and entered you for the first time. My cock had come home. Here is where I would love to say we made hard passionate love for ages, and you came like you've never came before around my throbbing cock until I came with you in a crescendo of lust and passion. Would so love to say that however that's not our story. It was passionate indeed. Too passionate for any long drawn out erotic sex. After being worked up by your kisses, the taste of your pussy, finally being inside you, and just you in general, I was not going to last long at all. And after a few deep hard thrusts I told I didn't want to cum inside you and risk getting you pregnant. You told me you were going to get the Morning after pill tomorrow even if I didn't cum in you. That was all it took. 2-4 good hard strokes inside you and I was empting my balls into your warm welcoming pussy. 

We had done it. We had finally fucked. And while not an amazing 3 page story full of synonyms for throbbing and aching, it was us. It was the best first time either of us have had. That drive back to your car was amazing. We were both so giddy on what we had done. Was there guilt with what we had done? I'm sure there was a little. But we had done it and it was an amazing feeling, knowing we had taken our forbidden relationship to the next level. 

We played it safe after that. Only kissing when we knew we could get away with it. We found a few other spots to call our own. I remember going down on you and making you cum for the first time. You said my tongue was heavenly. I loved every second of pleasuring you that night.

Your husband went away for business for a week once and that was the first time I came over and we did it in your bed. I felt bad doing it in that bed, however you told me that's where most of your fantasies about me happened. I was indeed going to make your fantasies come true. We fucked like crazy that night. I remember getting to fuck you doggie style. You already knew I loved your ass and having you bent over in front of me was fantastic.

The next time I came over at night we made love for the first time. Before we had said the words to each other. We called it love fucking. It was slow and I would not let you go. I moved on top of you till we were satisfied, and came as I kissed you.

I went to a party with you once. We had to do a lot of deception work to have us both there at the same time. But we enjoyed an hour with our work colleagues. Then you asked if I could drive you home. You had had a few and soon as we were in the car we both knew we were going to fuck. Only problem is our spot wasn't just ours that night. So we had to find another. We drove to an isolated track in the bush and ran in. We kissed hard and deep. I knew you wanted it. Without waiting you turned around pulled your pants down and bent over a sign along the track. I fucked you from behind that night but was so worried about cumming that I kept pulling out. Eventually you got frustrated and grabbed my cock and sucked me dry. You loved every second of it. Out there in the open fucking and blowing your lover. I dropped you off down the street and you told your husband that a friend dropped you off, as you chewed your chewing gum to hide the smell of my cum on your breath. 

It wasn't long after that night that you first blew me at work. It was in my office and we were kissing and fooling around and I jokingly pulled out my cock. You stroked it and gave it a quick kiss but quickly gave it a good long suck. Then you wouldn't stop. And I didn't want to stop you. After a few seconds I was again cumming into your hungry talented mouth. We felt so naughty and loved it. You've done it a few times since then. We have tried to fuck there too but still haven't been able to attain that milestone. 

Our other halves went away together not long after that, and we knew we were going to have to do something special. We had been talking about anal for a while now and you told me you wanted to do it with me. I couldn't wait to be inside that hot ass. Such a curvaceous full beautiful ass. I remember the first time I saw you in tights when we were playing tennis and thinking DAM that's a hot ass. That was 2 years ago and it has stuck in my mind ever since. I knew that night I was going to finally have my curiosity sated. 

I walked over as to not arouse any suspicion. We stripped and jumped straight into your bed. Letting out tongues explore each other's bodies. I sucked and moaned on your clit needing you to cum before I had my way with you. I ran my tongue over your ass and back up to your clit. My tongue and fingers slowly bringing you to your climax. Your cum noises are so hot. I remember my cock leaking all over your bed it was turning me on so much. After you caught your breath you quickly sheathed my cock in a condom and jumped on top of me. Riding me hard. Shaking the bed. Kissing me and letting your full beautiful tits hang in my face. You kept telling me not to cum in the condom as you wanted it in your mouth. But as you rode me hard there was no way I was pulling out of your hot drenched pussy even for a moment. I pushed you down hard on my cock and came. You told me it was a waste but I knew the night was still young and another delicious first for us was around the corner. 

We snuggled and kissed letting our naked bodies caress each other. The feeling was fantastic. Your smooth skin against me makes me ache every single time. It was getting late and you brought my cock back to life with your mouth. I've said this before but you have a fantastic mouth. What you do when you go down on me feels so fucking amazing. The way you hunger for it drives me wild. The way I know that if I cum you will suck me dry, not wasting a drop moaning your own pleasure in swallowing my load. I bent you over in front of me and lubed up my cock with saliva. Placing my cock against your tiny bud and bracing you for what was to come. After a few failed attempts I felt the nob slip inside you. You gasped. I told you to relax and I would never hurt you. You nodded and I slowly slid inside you. Feeling you taking my cock in your ass and moaning. After a few slow strokes I laid you down flat on your stomach and put my weight on you. After a few minutes of slow fucking your ass you began to moan your ecstasy. I turned your head so we could kiss and whispered in your ear "do you like me fucking your ass?" At first you said ahuh. Then as I started getting deeper and harder you were moaning "I love you fucking my ass" over and over until you were screaming it. I could feel myself about to explode in you and I pulled your head back by your hair and told you I was going to cum. You screamed for me to cum in your ass, and I obliged in one full long hard thrust. Empting my cum deep in your asshole. I made sure I gave you ever drop before I pulled out. We lay there sated. Exhausted. Fucked. You cleaned me up and we giggled about fucking you in every hole. That night was over but it wouldn't be the last time I fucked your ass on that bed. The next time we did it slow and loving, and you told me after you love the way your ass feels after I've fucked it. That's definitely one of the hottest things I have ever heard. 

My birthday was coming up. We knew we couldn't spend it together so you organised a pre birthday for me. We made sure we were going to do something the other wanted that we had not done before. I wanted to fuck your tits and cum on them and your face and you wanted to watch me jerk off. So I got off work early and went to a secluded spot along the lake. There you spoiled me rotten with chocolates and my favourite foods. We laid and kissed passionately and slowly. Your hands working my cock free, and your mouth soon finding it too. I leaned you back and started to stroke for you. Your eyes were glued to my cock and you quickly lowered your top so your tits could fall free. I slid my cock between your tits a few times and told you to lean back. There I stroked my cock for your pleasure. You were moaning as you watched. Urging me to cum on you. Telling me how hot it was. I told you I was close and you put your sunglasses down. My first shot hit your sunglasses and dribbled down your nose. My second sprayed across your naked tits. My third was deflected by a slap to my hand. A fucking spider had landed on my hand and was making a line for my cock. Laughing at how the hell we would explain how I got bitten on the cock by a spider, you rubbed my cum into your tits and licked your hands clean. I thanked you for the best birthday ever. And I will thank you again now. Thankyou beautiful for the BEST birthday EVER. 

I think these things as I drive to meet you. I see your car parked ahead. I know we don't have long together but we always make them count. My cock is aching for you, and I know your pussy is throbbing for me. I love you hun, and this is our story.



Our Story



The first time she read one of his poems, she felt an intense connection. Then they began talking every day. When he suggested that she come visit at first she thought he was out of his mind then as they grew closer she decided she needed to see him.

Now she is standing at his front door. Her heart pounding out of her chest. She knocks on the door and he answers. The look on his face is one of complete shock. "I can't believe you actually came," he says.

" I had to see you," she says as she places suitcase inside the door. "The connection I felt while talking to you was so intense I had to come here and see how I felt standing in front of you."

"So how do you feel?" he asks.

"Like I need to sit down." He leads her over to the couch.

"Can I get you anything?"

"No nothing. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by this whole experience. "

"It's okay," he says. He then sits down on the couch next to her and puts his arm around her shoulder. "We can stay like this as long as you need to." At that moment, their eyes lock and he leans in and kisses her.

The kiss takes her breath away."Oh my." She had never been kissed like this in her entire life.

"I sure hope that was a good oh my," he says. He pulls her closer to him. As he does, she leans in and kisses him. This time her tongue slips between his lips. When they finally separate he says, "I guess I can answer my own question."

She was smiling from ear to ear. It is unbelievable how good it feels just sitting in his arms. She had been afraid of it feeling awkward yet it feels as if this is exactly where she is meant to be. They sit there for a while her in his arms.

"Would you like to see the rest of the house?"

" That sounds wonderful," she says. He takes her by the hand and guides her around the rest of the house.

The final room they enter is the master bedroom. "This is where I sleep." He sits down on the bed and pats the spot next to him. " Come on sit down here. I don't bite I promise. That is unless you want me to."

She lets out a nervous giggle. If they had kissed like that in the living room where anyone could see, she could only imagine what might happen here in his bedroom. She walks over and sits next to him in spite of her nerves.

" It's so great to finally have you here beside me . I always wondered if I'd ever get the chance to hold you in my arms." He puts his arm back around her shoulder pulling her close and kisses her lips hard. She wraps her arms around his neck as they fall back on the bed.

Their bodies intertwine as if they are one. She feels as if he is her drug and she just can not get enough. There they are in each other's arms and yet she wants to feel him closer.

As if their minds are connected he says," I so want to feel your body next to mine with no barriers between us. I want us to be flesh to flesh." He slowly unbuttons the buttons of her purple blouse. When he is done, he pushes it off her shoulders. Taking her back into his arms he kisses her deeply . As they were kissing he undoes the clasp in the back of her bra. Her breast spill out.

"Now I think you are a little over dressed," she says as she removes his t-shirt. She sighs as he tugs her up against his now bare chest. It feels amazing with him holding her like this.

He kisses his way from her neck down to her breast and keeps going. When he reaches the waistband of her pants, he slowly pulls them and her little purple bikini down her legs. Once they are both gone, it reveal a perfectly shaved pussy. " You shaved. I thought you said you never shave."

" I did it especially for you," she says.

Then he slides between her thighs and begins licking her lower lips. Almost as soon as he starts she begins to squirm. "You are liking this aren't you?" She nods her head because she's afraid that if she tries to speak it might come out as a squeak. Just when she thought she might explode he stops.

"Why?" she almost whines.

" I want you to cum with my cock deep inside that wet pussy of yours." He quickly shoves his pants down and throws them off the bed. Then he swings himself over the top of her and slowly drives his cock into her.

She can feel the muscles of her pussy trying to suck his cock deeper into her body . As he picks up the pace, she begins to whimper.

" Are you ready? I want us to come together."

" Definitely," she says. He then drives his cock into her 

finding her G-spot. Within moments she climaxes bathing his cock in her juices. Almost similitaniously she feels him shoot his load into her.

They lay there in each other's arms for a long time just enjoying the after glow.



Our Story



The true story of how my fiancé proposed to me; the only things changed were names. And yes, everyone in the story is 18 or older. Please let me know what you think and thanks for reading! 

*

When the time came, I woke up, rolled out of bed, stretched, and headed for the bathroom. Although still sleepy, the grin I was wearing wouldn't leave my face. Tonight was the night of the Taylor Swift concert and I was ready; my grandparents had surprised me with the tickets four months ago so it had been a long wait. But another reason for my excitement was because I wasn't going alone; my boyfriend of 4 ½ years, Bartholomew, was taking me. As I turned on the shower and shed my night gown, I still couldn't believe he was giving up his Saturday night to do this with me. Taylor Swift wasn't really someone he really listened to but after all these years, he still surprised me. Finally finding the right temperature, I stepped in, cherishing the sensation of the hot water running down my body. The nipples on my c-cup breasts were tingling but I resisted the temptation to touch them. I was hoping to have an after party when we got back from the concert. But, as I shampooed my hair, I couldn't help but think about how sexy Bartholomew was. He had black hair, smoldering green eyes, a tight, muscular body, and-my favorite feature-a snake tattoo that went from his hip to his ankle. To most people, he looked dangerous but to me, he was the love of my life. Realizing I was daydreaming, I shook Bartholomew's image from my head and finished my hair; trying to ignore the fact that was a little horny. Reaching for my razor so I could shave, I smiled knowing how fun our sex life was. Once everything was smooth, I got out, dried off, and looked at my reflection in my mirror. My straight, blonde hair hung down to my shoulders and, due to the summer heat, I decided on a ponytail and reached for my clothes; a red and white Taylor Swift shirt and jean shorts. After being satisfied with my appearance, I left the bathroom to join my grandma in the living room. When she heard me, she looked up and asked "are you excited for tonight Mable?"

"Very!" I chuckled. "I can't wait."

"It won't be long now."

We then just talked about different things trying to pass the time. But all I could do was stare at the clock until 3'oclock rolled around and Bartholomew pulled up in his 97 white Ford Taurus. Grabbing my bag, I said goodbye to my grandma and ran to the door to greet my lover. After getting into his car, I asked "are you ready?"

"I suppose..." he sighed.

I giggled, knowing deep down he was a little excited. But our first stop was dinner at our favorite Chinese restaurant; it was buffet style and we always ate a lot. Once we were inside and had our food, Bartholomew smirked and asked if I had our tickets. My heart thumped in my chest as I frantically searched my purse. When I saw them I breathed a sigh of relief while my boyfriend just laughed. I looked up at him and asked "why must you torture me like that?"

"It's just too easy."

I just rolled my eyes and started eating. This was normal behavior for him and would have actually been worried if he hadn't trolled me. A few minutes of silence fell over us as we ate the delicious food until Bartholomew piped up with "how much would you hate me if my car broke down on our way to the show?"

Almost choking on my Pepsi, I took a minute to recover before answering "well, I wouldn't hate you because it wouldn't be your fault. But I would hate your car."

Bartholomew gazed across at me, green eyes sparkling before replying "bullshit."

I laughed because I knew there was no use in arguing; he knew me better than I knew myself. "Yeah, you're right. I would be pretty fucking pissed...but so would my grandparents because they bought the tickets."

He just nodded and we continued eating. When the meal was over, the waitress brought over our bill and fortune cookies. I eagerly tore open my cookie and read my fortune, only to find it made so sense. That was, until Bartholomew read his and we realize if we were to switch fortunes, they would be perfect. Not surprised by that, we paid the bill and headed out for the Tacoma Dome. The concert didn't start until seven but the doors opened at 5:30. Everything was going well until Bartholomew asked "you brought directions right?"

Immediately this sinking feeling washed over me. "Oh fuck, I forgot...I was so busy getting ready I completely spaced...I'm sorry!"

The man driving silently cursed and told me "always bring directions. But for now, look them up on my phone."

I silently nodded and nervously looked them up, feeling guilty for not coming prepared and worried I wouldn't find them. A few minutes later, I did find directions but because they took so long to load, we missed our exit and began to get lost. At this point, I was freaking out that we would never find the venue; until about two minutes later we found a new exit that took us straight to the parking lot. 

"Sweet, that was awesome!" I spoke.

"Yeah, it was...oh, here's where we park."

This is where we ran into yet another hiccup. Parking was $25 and we had spent most of our money on dinner. Bartholomew tried to pay with his debit card but it was cash only. "Ok, we're going to turn around and get money somewhere" he told the guy. After backing out, he yelled "shit! Why didn't you look up parking?"

"I'm sorry! I tried but I couldn't find anything-their website isn't very user friendly..."

"Yeah, ok."

After what driving for what felt like forever, we found a gas station. Bartholomew explained that he was going to go in, pay for something with his card, and get cash back. While he was in the store, I was damn near tears. If this didn't work, there would be no concert for us. I was also extremely guilty for getting us into this situation. When about two minutes had gone by, my boyfriend came back to the car money in hand and a smile on his face. "It worked!"

"Ok..." I trailed off. "I'm sorry..."

"It's ok. I mean next time, do more research but it's our first time here."

When I didn't say anything back, he finished with "don't worry, I'm not mad."

I nodded and smiled. Finally, it looked like everything was going to work out. Turning around, we made our way back to the parking lot. After paying the less than enthusiastic traffic guy, we found a spot and got out. By now, I was practically jumping up and down from excitement. The last things to do were get our tickets approved and find our seats. The lady at the front scanned our tickets and I immensely calmed down; until I saw how many people there were. As we made our way through the crowd, Bartholomew yelled out "I feel like a salmon!"

"Me too!"

After a few minutes, we came across a drink vendor. What was impressive was that the prices were cheaper than movie theater prices. Excited about that, we each got large Pepsis before stopping at every Tacoma Dome worker we saw asking for directions. About ten minutes into our search, "I said I hope these seats aren't hard to find".

"I'm sure they won't. And we have an hour to kill before anything starts."

"This is true."

With that being said, we saw a woman looking at tickets so we approached her. Smiling, the woman pointed a little ways off and said "you're over there. Have fun."

"Thanks!" I responded happily.

Before I knew it, we were in our seats and anticipation hung in the air. I couldn't believe I was going to be seeing Casey James, Ed Sheeran, and Taylor Swift all in the same night. Bartholomew just laughed and relaxed in his seat. "Getting antsy are we?"

I blushed and replied with "I've been waiting for this."

"I know." 

So once again, we just mindlessly chatted to kill time until the lights dimmed and the entire audience screamed their heads off; first up was Casey James. I squealed being pleasantly surprised that he was performing. I sang along with the songs I knew and loved this opportunity. It was feeling that came over me during concerts; normally I would never sing in public but something about 20,000 people singing with you made it ok. When Casey James finished, I cheered and sat back in my seat. I then looked over at Bartholomew, hoping for the best when I asked "are you having fun?"

"So far, yes. I really liked that guy."

"Awesome! And yeah, me too. He was really good."

Up next was Ed Sheeran and I could feel the crowd getting anxious for a man from the UK that's taken America by storm. Girls had signs and the noise level was slowly going up until he made his entrance onto the stage. I didn't know most of his songs but the performance was really fun to listen to; especially his song "You Need Me, I Don't Need You". About halfway through the song he launched into a full on rap of the lyrics. The audience went nuts and I was shock. I knew he could sing but this was incredible. The rap went for a good three to four minutes before he finished the song. As I was screaming out my approval, Bartholomew said to me "that was awesome! I think he just beat out Eminem for best flow on a white guy."

I laughed and nodded. "Oh my gosh you're right! 

We laughed together as Ed began his greetings. "Well hello guys! My name is Ed Sheeran, I'm from the UK and this is my first time in your beautiful city of Tacoma!"

I tried not to react to that comment but once again Bartholomew a rise out of me by saying "beautiful? He must not have seen much of this place."

I giggled and agreed. "Yeah...I mean I know he's trying to be nice but Tacoma is not pretty."

My boyfriend just chuckled while the next song came on. It was his last and one I really liked so I sang back the lyrics. But as much as I liked Ed Sheeran, I really wanted Taylor Swift to come on; and in just a few minutes, that would happen. When Ed finished, my heart started pounding happily inside my chest. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Ed's equipment was replaced with Taylor's and everyone was wiggling. Finally, the lights dimmed, the music for her first song came on, and the screaming inside the Tacoma Dome could not be controlled. It was a bit deafening at first but I got used to it. After making sure Bartholomew was alright, I let loose and sang with everyone in our section. It felt so weird that I was actually there but I loved it; the music, Taylor's live singing, her band, and the costumes-everything. It was also super thrilling to know there was no difference between her record and her live voice. I felt the music just rush through me and nothing else mattered except the concert and how much I loved Bartholomew for taking me. Glancing up at him, I could tell he was enjoying it and taking it all in. As song number one came to a close, I screamed not caring if I lost my voice and almost immediately after, a new song started that got me just as excited as the last one. I was swaying to the music and making the most of the moment. After that song, she began her welcoming and greetings. "Hello Washington! How are y'all doing tonight?"

She paused for cheering then continued "As I was getting ready for tonight, I heard some rumors about you Tacoma...yeah; I heard a rumor that you guys are so unbelievably loud!"

The noise level went up so high that my ears were ringing. Screaming and cheering could be heard all around and I feel the vibrations from people stomping on the benches. Taylor's grin as we did that is something I'll never forget. When we finally calmed down, Taylor responded with "well, it looks like my sources were reliable. Now, I want to know something; some have you have seen me in concert before, haven't you?"

Everyone that fell into that category cheered until she went on. "I thought so. But, and correct me if I'm wrong, but for some of you, this is your first time right?"

This go around I screamed my head off, wanting to be heard. Once the noise level went back down again, she finished with "Alright. Well for those of you that are new, let me introduce myself. My name is Taylor, and this is the Red Tour!"

After that speech, she disappeared into the darkness only to come back a minute later in a completely different outfit. This maneuver impressed Bartholomew and he said "how did she do that so fast!?"

I just laughed and answered "I don't know, but she's good!"

But what surprised me most about this show was that she didn't just do new songs, but old ones as well; and it was during one of these old songs that my life completely changed. Throughout the concert, Bartholomew had his arm me but when the song Love Story came on, he removed his arm. Being that it was really hot where we were, I didn't think much of it. I just thought he was sitting down to catch his breath and relax. However, when Taylor began to sing about the man in the song proposing to her, I heard a young woman behind me scream "Oh my god, he's proposing!"

Immediately I looked down to find my boyfriend down on one knee with a ring in his hand, a nervous smile on his face. I was so shocked; I didn't know what to do at first. Time just stopped until my heart kick started and joy flooded my brain. After a second, I pulled him up, hugged him tight and yelled "yes!"

After I answered, my new fiancé physically relaxed and everything else around us faded. He just held me as I laughed and cried at the same time, trying to process the fact that I was now engaged. We were finally brought back to semi reality by the people in our section cheering and clapping for us. I heard cries of "congratulations!" and "good job!" Not quite believing that just happened, I sat down next to Bartholomew, letting things just sink in by burying my face in his strong chest and saying "I love you" as many times as I could. My honey just embraced me and replied "I love you too."

After calming down a bit, Bartholomew gently took my hand and slipped the ring onto my correct finger. It was so beautiful it took my breath away; simple yet elegant. Right after doing that, Taylor finished the show and people starting gathering up to leave. Shaking slightly, I picked up my purses and turned to my future husband. "Ready?"

Smiling just as big, he replied "yeah!"

However, before we could leave, a woman behind us stopped and said "congratulations! Were you surprised?"

"Very!" I responded chuckling. "I had no idea he had that up his sleeve."

"Well good job young man. Would you two like a picture?"

"Oh, yes please. Thank you, that's very kind."

So I handed her my phone, put my arm around Bartholomew, and held up my left hand to show off the ring. She took a really cute picture then handed the phone back to me. "Thank you" we told her. 

"Oh no problem" she answered. 

With that done, we followed the mass of people to the exit. This whole experience was incredibly surreal and mind blowing; I was officially engaged to the man of my dreams and it was amazing. Once we were outside, Bartholomew sighed. "I ate a ton of Chinese food and drank a lot of soda earlier and I feel more nauseous now..."

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm great! I'm just so happy you said yes."

I took his hand into mine as we walked to the parking lot and asked "did you really think I would say no?"

"I had a feeling you would say yes but there was still that little voice in the back of my head."

"Well, you did it. We're engaged! I can't believe you did it in front of all those people."

"Neither can I."

Before we knew it, we were back at his car. While Bartholomew was trying to get out of the parking lot I texted close friends the good news, getting quick responses of the freaking out and being happy for us. With all the traffic, it took ten minutes to get out of the parking lot but after that, it didn't take too long to get home. The silence was filled with recaps of the show and how amazingly weird it felt to be engaged. We told each other that in the morning, we would tell our friends and family but for right now, we couldn't wait to get home to celebrate. When we finally pulled into my driveway, I smiled, knowing how fun the rest of the night would be. As I got out of the car, I could feel warmth spreading to between my legs. After walking up to the front door and unlocking it, Bartholomew and I walked in; trying to be as quiet as possible because if we woke up my grandma or my uncle, the after party would be over. We quickly made it back to my room, shut the door, and we were alone. I didn't know what it was but everything just felt so different; we were engaged and I could feel how strong our love was. When he kissed me, I was taken aback by how gentle yet powerful he was and all I could do was moan and kiss back. Tired of standing, we laid down after stripping-molding our naked bodies together. At this point, the blood was rushing freely to all the right places and my nipples were tight against Bartholomew's torso. While we kissed, I teased his mouth with my tongue and he rubbed my back with his rough hands. After a bit, air was needed so we pulled away panting. I chuckled and asked him "are you as out of breath as I am?"

He just smiled and nodded before kissing down my body; first starting at my neck, paying special attention to that special spot right below my ears. The sensation of his hot breath on my skin made a shiver run down my spine. Next stop was my nipples, not satisfied until they were diamond tight and tingling. I had to squeeze his back to hold from moaning too loudly as he licked and sucked me into submission. After a minute of his tongue running against my erotic nubs, I was soaking wet and begging for sex. When Bartholomew pulled away, I could tell by his dazed expression that he was too. But it looked like he wasn't giving in that easily. Going back to my nipples, each dart sent shock waves to my wet cunt; and while he did that, one of his hands found that magic spot on my back that made me quiver with desire. When he pushed it, my body jerked and I whispered in his ear "please, I need you so bad."

Smirking, Bartholomew rolled over onto his back, ready for me to take him. However no matter how much my pussy was throbbing to be filled, I knew he couldn't get away that easy. So I began kissing down his chest, using a little teeth to keep things interesting. When I reached his dick, it was hard and a small amount of pre-cum was oozing out. Using that to my advantage, I spread it all over for lubrication before taking it in my mouth and sucking just enough to throw him off. I could tell he liked it because his penis was pulsing. Not able to take anymore, I removed my mouth from his dick, climbed onto his chest, and lowered myself onto him. The connection I always felt when we made love was something I never got tired of; and tonight was no exception. Starting things off, I began pumping up and down, feeling so delightfully full whenever he slammed back into me. Everything felt so good, I knew it wouldn't take long for me to cum but I tried to grind for as long as I could before the familiar tingling in my pussy came forth. Going faster and biting my lip, I felt the first orgasm of the night flow through my body. I was stiff as my heart pounded through the sensations before relaxing against Bartholomew. He just simply held me for a second before whispering "oh you're not done yet" and flipping us so he was on top. With my vagina still sensitive from round one, he filled me again and it was all I could do to not scream in ecstasy. My fiancé was slowly sliding his rock hard dick in and out of me, making everything gentle. I, being used to rough sex, was a little surprised by this but I could once again feel the emotion coming off him. But, when my body started to get closer to another orgasm, I began to tremble. He continued going slow, torturing me by keeping me right on the edge as he spoke softly "you feel close...just let go."

I whimpered "I'm right there but can't cum until you speed up...please baby, help me."




Our Story



I must have begged enough because the next thing I knew the teasing stopped and he was thrusting into me as hard and as fast as he could. As soon as this started, I buried my face to his shoulder to muffle the cries of his name. After one more thrust, I came, shuddering and grinding as it ripped through me. It felt so good all I could do was just lie there and enjoy it. While I was coming down off my high, my pussy contracted and milked Bartholomew for everything he had. Not long after, he came, staying still above me before lying down to catch his breath. Lungs were panting for air and hearts thumping for rest, and it was almost impossible to speak. But, as the man that would one day be my husband held me, I said "I love you."

Bartholomew kissed my cheek and replied "I love you too."

As much as I would have loved to cuddle all night, I realized Bartholomew had to be home at some point. So we each took a minute to get cleaned up and put clothing back on. When he was ready, I walked him to the door and gave him one last kiss goodbye. Now that we were engaged, it hurt even more to let him go but I knew I would see him again soon. After he left, I started getting ready for bed with the belief that this was truly the best night ever.



Our Story



Laura and I met right before my senior year in high school, she was only 15 and I was 17. We laughed and talked all night and decided to go on a date the following night. I knew that night after watching her look up at me that I was in way over my head.

We dated all through my senior year and part of the following year before we broke up and didn't see each other but a couple of times. Each time we did, we fell back into bed and would see each other until we would get into an argument and not see each other for several months.

This went on for a couple of years and then one night she called me out of the blue and asked me to come over. I went over and we again fell into bed once again. We made love that night and I brought her to several orgasms and I came inside of her and it felt so right to be there with her. I wanted her to be mine and had to tell her. I asked her to marry me and after, she started crying. I asked her, "what's going on now"? Her reply was "look over into the closet".

I had never been able to stay with her before because we would always fight. I had missed her so much over the years and wanted to finally stay together, but in the closet were her wedding invitations! My heart fell and I asked her, "why the hell did you call me tonight if that's what you have planned"?

Her tearful response was, "I just wanted to know if I could get married and not find out if I was over you." I told her that I wanted her to be my wife and if she would, I would marry her next week, but for reasons that I didn't know at the time, she told me that it just wasn't going to happen.

I left heartbroken that night, realizing that the only woman I had ever loved was going to marry someone else and that we would never see each other again.

I did my best to move on, it just never happened. Sure I dated other people, came close to getting married to a few, but my heart still belonged to Laura.

I had recently been cheated on by my present girlfriend and had two others that wanted to date me again and I had had enough. I buried myself into my work and had decided I would just stay single for a while when two of the girls that I had dated asked me to marry them....yeah I know, but it's the truth.

A good friend of mine was having a birthday party and asked me to attend and I said I would. That night at the bar, both girls that had asked me to marry them as well as the bitch that had cheated on me were there and I felt like I was being stalked. I sat down with a friend of mine and told her to act like we were together to try and keep the girls from bothering me.

It worked until the friend said she had to leave but for me to stay at her table because she was expecting a friend that would be there shortly.

I said I would and she left and I went to the men's room. When I came back out, some girl was sitting in my chair and I said, "I know this is going to sound funny to you with the song that is playing, but pardon me miss, that really is my chair!"

She laughed and said that she was waiting for her friend to come back and this was her table. I told her that I had been asked to wait for her and to tell her that our friend would be back shortly. Each of the girls that I was running from kept circling the bar trying to get me to talk with them.

I was miserable and wanted nothing to do with anyone at the moment. The girl sitting with me kept trying to get me to dance and I kept trying to pawn her off to a buddy of mine who refused. I finally decided to go dance with the girl and while we were out on the floor, a slow song came on.

While we were dancing, she felt really good in my arms and we just stayed out on the floor for several dances.

That night after closing, we walked out to the cars and she asked if I wanted to go somewhere to talk. We got in my truck and rode around for a few hours and I felt safe with this girl. No pressure at all and I just kept on talking.

We dated for a short while before I asked her to marry me and that day at the wedding, I had an uncle tell me, "I will give you $2000 to get into your truck and run off because I can tell that you don't really want to get married." I told him he was nuts and that I was going to get married! Man, I should have listened to him.

We got married and I was never happy. I knew in my heart that I still was in love with Laura, but I stuck it out for as long as I could. Two children and 12 years later, I divorced the woman after I got hurt on the job and she told me that her husband would have to have a job. Since I was medically retired and would never be able to work again, I told her, " well I don't know who you are going to be married to, but it obviously won't be me anymore."

I left and took my camper to the woods and did my best to move on with life. I got married again knowing that I still loved Laura and that I didn't love my wife. This one only lasted three years before she finally told me to move out.

I moved in with my parents for a short while and I started dating my next wife. A good friend of mine that I went to school with passed away. I went to the visitation, and guess who walked in?

Laura looked the same as she always did and came up to me and hugged me. I was on cloud nine and told her that I still loved her and if she ever decided to come back to me, I was still hers. I had no idea that she still felt the same way about me, but she told me that she just couldn't leave her husband.

I got married to the girl that I was dating and moved out of state so that I wouldn't be able to see Laura again. I just couldn't stay where we might bump into each other.

Two years later, I had had enough. I was miserable and was ready to leave. One day I came home and got on Facebook and had a message, my heart about leaped out of my chest. It was from Laura and she told me that she had something that she wanted to make right that she had wanted to do for years now.

I messaged her back and gave her my phone number and said, "Call me ASAP"! A few minutes went by and I knew I had to leave my non-existing marriage.

The next day, Laura called me and said that she wanted me and that she had always wanted to be with me, but she just didn't know when she could leave and be with me. I told her that I wanted her and would be there when she made up her mind. I told the woman I had married that I was leaving and went back to my parents house and waited for Laura to come be with me.

A few days later, Laura called and wanted to meet me to talk. We set up a meeting and I drove out to meet her. When she pulled up next to me and got out, I ran around my truck and pulled her into my arms and hugged and kissed her. 

She looked up at me and smiled that same smile that caused me to fall in love with her that first night we met. I never wanted to let go of her and told her so. She got into my truck and we talked for an hour before she had to leave.

We met each other whenever we could and each time it was harder than ever to let her go back to her to her home. I knew that we would be together, I just never knew when it was going to be.

One night, she called me and asked me to meet her, she was crying and I got in the truck and drove out to our meeting place. She was upset and told me, "I just can't stay away from you and I want us to be together." My heart was singing, but I didn't know what to do.

We got into her van and we made out, I started to do the things to her that always drove her crazy when we were together as teenagers. I ran my hand up under her dress and started rubbing her clit for her. She came for me and begged me for more. We would have made love right then if it hadn't been for the dang seats in her van catching my knee and it hurting so bad. She left once again to go back home to her house and I went back home knowing in my heart that we were going to be together very soon.

She finally left and moved into her new apartment and asked me to come over to see her. I flew over there in a heartbeat and walked upstairs and when she opened the door, I knew I was home.

We talked for a few minutes before we both looked into each others eyes, and we both knew what was coming next. She took my hand and we walked into her bedroom and fell on the bed kissing like newlyweds.

I slipped her clothes off and undressed my and told her to lye back in the bed. I started kissing her again and began rubbing her clit for her. I slid down in the bed and threw her legs over my shoulders and went to town on her pussy with my lips and tongue.

She said "you were always so good with your tongue baby", and I looked up at her and said, "your pussy always tasted so good" and I went back to licking her from her ass to her clit again. She came for me shortly after that and begged me to fuck her.

I got out my Postivac and pumped up my erection and rolled the ring down onto my dick. I have diabetes and for those of you that don't know about it, diabetes causes ED in the men that suffer from it. The Postivac is a pump that allows you to slide a ring off of it that maintains your erection for you.

She knew about it already and had said it was not a problem for her and she smiled when I turned around seeing me hard for her. I rose up and took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked on it until the nipple almost pulled away and I slid my hard dick into her.

I felt so damn good to be home where I belonged and I told her, "baby, your pussy is so hot and wet and feels so damn good to me"! She replied, "I have waited 28 years for you to say that to me baby, come make love to me!"

We fell into a slow and steady pace and then I put her feet up against my chest and the angle was just right. She came for me and it felt so good to feel her pussy clamping against me. We did this for several more orgasms and then I took her hands into mine and slammed into her hard like she always like for me to do.

I was getting close to my orgasm and knew I needed to slow down because I wasn't ready to cum just yet.

I started to play the counting game with her. I pulled back all the way and then slammed into her counting "One". I slowly eased out and eased back for two slow stroked before I slammed back into her shouting "two"! I eased back out and slowly pumped back in for three strokes before I slammed into her saying "three" and she came hard for me saying "oh baby, that is soooo good".

I kept going until I reached number eight and she came again for me and begged me to cum inside of her so she could feel it. I started slamming into her hitting her "G" spot over and over and we came at the same time both yelling "Oh my God, that felt so good".

I pulled out of her and took my ring off of my dick, and laid down beside her and snuggled up to her and said "Darling, I love you so very much and I want us to be together from now on".

She looked into my eyes and said, "I love you too baby and I want the very same thing"! We lay there for a few minutes and I asked her to roll over facing away from me. When she did, I told her I was going to show her something new.

I slid my thumb into her pussy which was full of my cum and I slid it in and up against her "G" spot. I started working it back and forth putting downward pressure against her making her moan over and over, "baby, I going to cum, I am going to cum so hard for you".

I kept rubbing until she throbbed around my thumb and she came for about ten seconds and then came again right behind that one. I kept rubbing until she had orgasmed three more times for me and she begged me to let her have a rest.

She rolled over and said, "that was so incredible, where did you learn to do that baby"? I told her I learned to do it because I had to have a way of making someone cum for me when I couldn't go anymore after I came since a lot of times I couldn't go anymore after I had an orgasm and just tried it and it worked.

She said, "that was so intense and I definitely want more of that"! I told her, "it never goes soft and it could go all night and if you are ready, I am going to make you cum for me until you pass out.

I rolled her back over and slid my thumb back in and gave to more orgasms and then slid it out and wet my index finger in her pussy and then slid it into her ass working it in until she loosened up for me and I then slid my middle and ring finger into her pussy pressing them up against her "G" spot.

She came almost immediately for me and I kept going with all three fingers and she asked, "are you trying to kill me baby, that feels so good, but I can't keep going. What the hello do you call that maneuver"? I replied, "that's what I call Triple D".

She laughed and said, "Well whatever you call that, I definitely want more of it".

We moved in together after that and were married shortly after our divorces were finalized. We have been married for almost three years now but have been in love for almost thirty two years now. She told me that even though she had married, she never loved her husband like she had me. I had been through three other marriages and had never loved either of them because I only loved her.

Is there a moral to our story, of course. Never let the person that you are in love with get away from you. If you love them, make damn sure that you let them know. You definitely do not want to have to go through what we both did to make it to back to each other. And for all of you that don't use your thumb, try it out because it will open up all sorts of new possibilities for you!



Our Story



Browsing an internet chat room late one night, we stumbled upon each other innocently enough. We each had our own reasons for being there that night. Finding a kindred spirit in one another was an unexpected surprise. Yet, as casual conversation gave way to deeper, more meaningful discussion, we soon realized this was more than your average chat.

So began our journey of exploration. . . A budding relationship deeply rooted in the provocative exchange of power characteristic of D/s relationships. A relationship that has blossomed over months of sharing and revealing our most intimate secrets, desires, and passions. Content to explore from the safety and anonymity of our computer screens, the possibility of meeting in real life seemed a far away dream made impossible by time, distance, and circumstance. Ultimately, however, our ardent concupiscence eclipsed the impossibilities and we agreed to meet. This is our story...

My instructions are to meet you at 7:00 p.m. I prepare carefully for this evening. I smell of lavender and vanilla as I slip into my blue lace thong and matching bra. I have chosen a sleeveless black dress with bright yellow flowers splayed across the bodice in honor of your love of flowers and bright colors. Lace top black stockings and 3inch heels finish my attire. I meticulously apply my makeup, applying liberal mascara. 

Entering the hotel lobby, I wonder for the millionth time if you will find me as pleasing in person as you do online. Then I chastise myself as I know you would for such negative thinking. I breathe deep and cross the lobby to the elevators.

Stepping into the elevator, my stomach does somersaults... excitement, nerves, anticipation, and arousal warring inside me. As the doors slide open on the 12th floor, I take a deep breath and step hesitantly from the elevator. My eyes scan the hallway and I look for the room number you have given me. At exactly 7p.m. I knock on your door and hold my breath.

The door opens and you stand on the other side. Smiling, you open the door wide and welcome me inside with a sweep of your hand. I step over the threshold, returning your smile. I hear the door close and lock behind me and finally we are alone in the same place, at the same time. We stand facing each other. Neither speaking as our eyes gaze into one another's. Thousands of unspoken words and emotions pass between us in that silent stare ... anticipation, excitement, fear, hope, desire. Our bodies mere inches apart hum with the force of our need. And finally your hand is on my face, caressing slowly. Involuntarily my eyes close and a slow moan escapes lips. "Look at me, Elizabeth", you whisper as your hand curls into my hair. My eyes open, finding yours seconds before your mouth covers mine for the first time. The journey that had begun months before is finally consummated in this first slow, deep, probing kiss. I breathe deeply, inhaling your scent as our tongues dance and probe the recesses of each other's mouths. Our kiss, soft and sensual at first, soon grows more ardent as your hand tightens in my hair and you pull me tight against you. Months of hunger, exploration, and longing meld and explode in one kiss.

As the kiss ends, you take my hand and lead me further into the room. The blinds are open. The sunset visible as you stand me in the middle of the room. I tremble with excitement, anticipating your next words and expectations. You speak to me in that wonderfully sexy voice of yours:

"I am so pleased you came, darling. Are you happy to be here?" you ask with obvious delight in your eyes. 

"Yes Baby, I am thrilled and honored to be here." I reply keeping eye contact with you.

"I have asked you numerous times if you truly desire to submit to me Elizabeth. If we proceed here tonight, there is no turning back. Do you understand that? This is not a game to me. So I will ask you again. Do you wish to be my sub? To submit to me? To relinquish control in the ways we have previously discussed?"

I can see the seriousness in your eyes as you wait for my response. But as always there is also a tenderness mixed with a fierce need and a deep passionate hunger. It is a combination of light and dark that I cannot resist. A combination I hunger for daily. So it is with ease that I respond with joy to your questions.

"Yes, Robert. I wish to be your sub. I desire to submit to you. I gladly relinquish control to you in the areas we have previously discussed. I do so willingly and with joy in my heart."

"Good Elizabeth. Now, I'd like to kiss you again." 

I can feel your restrained hunger as your hands grip my biceps. Your mouth raining light kisses over my face ending on my lips in another deep probing kiss. Your teeth biting and nipping at my bottom lip as your fingers bite into my arms. Involuntarily a moan escapes my lips and I wonder if you can smell the aroma from the wetness already pooling between my legs. As the kiss ends, you step back leaving me standing alone in the middle of the room. From months of conversations, I am fairly certain what you are going to ask of me next. My pussy spasms at the thought.

You sit on the small sofa in the hotel room and watch me standing in the center of the room. The soft glow from the large widows behind me. 

"You look lovely sub. You chose a beautiful dress. But now I would like you to remove it."

I slowly unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor in a puddle around my feet. Stepping out of it, I take a step forward and stand before in you my heels and lingerie.

"Blue? Thank you. You know me well. It is lovely. Please turn slowly."

I turn slowly as you ask. Feeling very self-conscious and yet very turned on. My thong is soaked through and I am sure you can smell my arousal at this point. 

"Remove your bra and thong please, sub. Leave the stockings and heels. You do please me."

I remove my bra, tossing it back to the floor where my dress is. I am aware of how much my breasts excite you so I lightly caress them as I do. I hear the sharp intake of your breath and I know you are indeed aroused. My heart flutters knowing that I do indeed excite you. 

"Not now sub...no touching." I hear you say firmly. 

"Yes Sir, "I reply and continue my task of removing my lingerie. As I prepare to toss my thong, you command that I smell it. 

"Is it wet, sub?" 

"Yes Sir," I reply.

"Bring it to me sub." 

I bring it to you and watch as you bring it to your nose inhaling my scent for the first time. Your eyes on mine as you inhale deeply. It takes all my will power not to look away.

"You smell divine. Spread your legs wide please, hands behind your back, bent at the elbows breasts out. I wish to look at what is mine."

Your words make my entire body convulse and warm juices trickle down my labia as I position myself for your inspection. 

You stand and circle me trailing your fingers over my face, down my neck and collar bone to my full breasts. You cup each breast feeling its weight and fullness. 

"Bend forward and let them swing free please." I comply. You smile your approval and twist each nipple hard sending sparks of electricity through me, making me groan. Reaching into your pocket you produce a set of nipple clamps. You twist each nipple to make them nice and firm. Then you apply and tighten a clamp to each one until my eyes begin to tear. "Can you handle that, sub?"

"Yes Sir," I whisper. The pain is intense yet pleasurable. And though I have used pins before and experimented on my own, nothing has prepared me for the intense decadence I feel at this moment.

"Good. Now, kneel please, bend over, and present your ass."

I kneel ...face and chest on the floor ...and present my ass. I try to breathe normally knowing what is about to happen. My thighs are now slick with my own juice. The smell of sex permeates the air. I gasp as I feel the first sharp smack on my right cheek. The stinging sensation growing with the redness. Before I process that one, the next blow is delivered to my left cheek. Again, I gasp and moan and an involuntary "Yes!" escapes my lips. Your strong hand is caressing my ass and your voice is commanding me to breathe through the pain. Then another blow and another until each cheek has received 5 each. I am moaning louder with each one, my ass on fire, my cunt dripping. I feel your warm breath on me as you place warm kisses on my ass soothing me. Your hands that just doled out fire, rubbing gently to bring comfort. 

"That's it baby. You are such a good sub. Now spread your cheeks for me. Show me that sweet pucker."

I reach my hands back and spread my bright red ass cheeks, opening myself to you. I feel your warm breath as you blow warm air across my puckered hole. My body tenses in anticipation. 

"Breathe baby", I hear you whisper as your thumb grazes across my delicate flesh. 

I tremble and my entire body quivers. I have waited so long to be feel your touch. Your thumb works in small slow circles caressing my pucker making me moan. Then the familiar feeling of slick lube being worked around. I try to breathe normally as I know what you are about to do. 

"Breathe sub. Push back. I am here. Tell me if it is too much."

I could feel the plug at the entrance to my ass. I took a deep breath and did as you asked. Feeling it slide in and fill me made me whimper and groan in pure animalistic wantonness. 

"On your knees sub. Hands behind your back. Are you ok?"

I rise to my knees, crossing my hands behind my back. "Yes Sir, I am wonderful. Thank you."

I feel you bind my hands and could see the raw lust and hunger in your eyes and the tension in your body. You stand before me looking into my eyes as you unzip your pants. I smile at you never breaking eye contact. I lick my lips and you groan out loud. 

"Are you hungry for my cock sub?

"Yes Sir"

"You are a good little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes Sir, I am you're good little slut."

"Who do you belong to slut?"

"I belong to you Sir. May I please suck your cock?"

"You do have excellent manners slut."

You then begin to rub your cock on my face, smearing precum over my eyes and cheeks but avoiding my mouth. I groan in frustration and hear you say firmly, "Patience SLUT!" Your hand then curls and tightens in my hair as you slap each cheek with your cock. 

"Open your mouth slut! I'm going to give you what you desire. I'm going to treat your mouth like a cunt. Is that what you want slut? Tell me."

"Yes Sir. Use my mouth like a cunt Sir." With those words, I get to taste your cock for the first time. I groan in pleasure as it slides in my mouth and I suck hard relishing the taste and feel of you on my tongue. You guiding the movements of my head with your hand in my hair... slow and steady at first barely bumping the back of my throat. You let me enjoy tasting and licking you, our eyes locked. Then you begin to thrust deeper. That deep gagging thrust makes my eyes water and leaves me breathless. You pull back long enough for me to breathe and then thrust again. Over and over you gag me till my eyes water and my mascara runs in black rivers down my face. Thick strands of saliva drip from the corners of my mouth. Just when I think you will cum, you stop and untie my hands. You kiss me deeply and look in my eyes. 

"I want to fuck you now. To possess what's mine. Go to the bed and get on your hands and knees. "

I quickly comply. I am so ready to be fucked and even closer to cumming. I want you in me like I need air to breathe. I feel your hands grip my ample hips. Your fingers biting into my flesh as your cock finds entry into my drenched sloppy pussy. I hear you groan as you slide inside.

You ask, "Who do you belong to?" 

I answer, "I belong to you." 

Our bodies mold together moving as one in a dance of passion and desire that has been building for months. The flames of desire can no longer be contained. With each deep stroke the flames lick higher until they devour us in an inferno of sweet surrender. 

We lay wrapped in each other. 

Your head on my chest suckling a breast.

"Are you happy you came Sugar?"

"Yes, Darling very happy. Are you pleased?"

To be continued...



Our Story



A group of us are going out one Friday night for one of the many leaving parties from our company. I've managed to arrange to stay in a hotel so I don't have to drive home. We work together Plenty and you drive me to distraction.

After several drinks the subject of sex comes up which eventually leads onto threesomes. One of the guys, a friend of yours and his girlfriend, asks the question who would be interested in one either as two guys and a girl or two girls and a guy or if anyone had tried a foursome. Most of the women say no to the two girls and most of the guys say no to two guys but both you and I say we would be interested in either or as a bigger group (4) but that it would have to be with people we knew well. The conversation continues but nothing else particularly is said on that subject, but I can see you're thinking about whether your friend was serious.

Later, when everyone is getting ready to leave, I notice you having a quiet chat with your friend. I can see you're both flirting and I figure that you're going to ask him to go back to yours so I come over and tell you that I'm thinking about going home. You wrap your arms around me and ask me to stay and then start kissing me. Your friends are watching as our kissing becomes more passionate and then you break away from me and start kissing him. I have mixed feelings about seeing you do this but these are soon changed when his girlfriend starts to kiss me. You tell me that they want to join us for some fun and so we leave and catch a cab back to my hotel.

In the cab, you're sitting between your friend and I with your hands on our thighs. His girlfriend is sitting in the small seat opposite us, watching as you lean over and start kissing your friend. We both watch as your hand moves up his thigh and onto his crotch and I can see how horny your making him so I grab your hair pulling it hard so you turn and start to kiss me. I keep hold of your hair as we kiss passionately and you start to massage my groin. From behind, your friend starts to massage your breasts and while he does that I move my hand up your thigh under your skirt seeking your pussy. His girlfriend is watching telling you to enjoy it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I can see the driver watching us in his mirror.

When we get to the hotel, we go up to my room and I order some champagne from room service. When it comes we all have another drink and then his girlfriend asks you if you've ever had a woman to which you answer no. She steps forward and starts kissing you, forcing her tongue into your mouth while her hands move up over your tits feeling your stiff nipples through the tight fabric. 

This is really turning me on so I move in behind her and start to rub myself against her while my hand slides up her skirt to find she isn't wearing any knickers. She's obviously turned on by feeling your tits and having your tongue in her mouth because she's very wet. I reach for your hand and guide it under her skirt so you can feel her pussy too which you do and I can hear you both moan with the excitement. While we're doing this, your friend drops his trousers and starts to stroke himself, and then I stop and join him by taking my trousers and boxers off and stroking myself in front of you.

You both drop to your knees and take our hard cocks into your mouths, licking and sucking us, before kissing each other again. Then both of you get undressed so we can see your beautiful wet pussies and tits.

You tell me to lie on the bed so his girlfriend can straddle me, and you straddle my face. At the same time you help her to lower herself onto my hard cock. As she does, you rub her clit and suck on her nipples while I run my tongue between your wet lips and over your clit, forcing it into you. 

After a few minutes of watching, your friend forces you to lean right forward so he can slide into you from behind while I continue to lick your clit. I can see him inch his cock slowly into you and as he does I suck harder on your clit and you suck hard on her nipples, enjoying seeing him sliding in and out of you.

You and your friend are about to cum….. then what happens??

Your such a naughty Aussie – I'll tell you what I want…..We do. I cum all over your face as your tongue licks and probes me, he may be fucking me but it's your name I shout. She comes over your hard cock, grinding her hips against you as she does. We're all abit stunned that this has happened but highly turned on over what has just happened. I'm jealous that she got to ride you so I think it's time that I gave you a reminder of how horny I make you. 

She rolls off you she wanders into the bathroom, we soon hear the sound of the shower running so I follow her into the bathroom asking you to join us in a few minutes. As I walk into the bathroom I know she's in the shower, so pull the curtain back and step in to join her. She's soaping herself and her generous tits, she passes me the soap and asks me to wash her back. As I being washing her you walk into the bathroom and sit on the edge of the bath. 

My hands run over her back and down her spine covering her in soap. Then up to her shoulders where I bring my hands over her and begin to soap her tits. Her nipples harden instantly as she feels my hands begin to caress her, my hands move down and around her waist and hips. I turn her around and being to soap one leg, working my way to her thigh and up to her pussy. Water is running all over us making our bodies look very slick, I raise my hand to her pussy mound and begin to soap her, touching her gently with my fingers. 

The water was away the remainder of the soap and I lower my head to her pussy and slide my tongue between her lips, I hear you moan as I do this and as I turn my head towards you I can see how hard you are and that you are gently stroking yourself. I turn my head back to her pussy and taste her again, spreading her lips with my fingers and tasting her pink wet flesh with my hot tongue. You watch as my own hand slips down to my pussy and I begin touching myself, inserting one then two fingers whilst I lick her. The water is cascading down her body and drenching me beneath so much so I can't taste her so I suggest we go dry off. We take two big, white fluffy towels with us as we walk back into the bedroom. 

My friend seems to be oblivious to us all as he carry's on having a wank in the chair. I lower her to the bed and begin to dry her with the towel, I feel the bed dip so know you must have joined us on the bed but I daren't look at you. If I do I know I'll want to fuck you and no-one else as I'm so horny. I throw her towel onto the floor and push her back on the bed where I part her legs, I show you how wet I've made her by running my fingers down her pussy and by bringing them to your mouth. You suck greedily on my fingers tasting what I'll soon be tasting. 

My head dives between her legs and she bucks beneath me, grinding her wet pussy against my face. I bend over with my arse in the air inviting you to take me. I gasp as your hard cock slides into me and I lick her even more, my tongue fucking her madly. You grab hold of my hips and pump furiously into me, the sight of me tonguing her and you fucking me must be too much as she cums too quickly. I push her out of the way and beckon my friend over onto the bed where I reach for his swollen cock. I take him in my mouth and suck him greedily, licking up and down his shaft and teasing his balls. I know you like having your arse played with so I see if he likes it, his groan tells me he does. I suck him harder and reach under myself and play with your balls (I don't want you feeling left out now do I?) 

This threesome is heaven, you fucking me whist you watch me bring another man to the verge of orgasm. Your hands are at my tits, squeezing my nipples and pinching them. I hear your orgasm build as your moans change so I suck him harder, your cock pumping in and out of me furiously building my orgasm. As you look to his girlfriend you see her fingering herself at the sight of our threesome, which is too much for you. You pull out of me as I begin to orgasm and I can feel your cum over my arse and back when at which point my friend sees you and cums over my face and tits. I take your cum and mix to with his over my tits and nipples, smiling as I know how much you enjoyed our threesome.

You roll onto your back exhausted and I look down at the cum on your face and tits. I sit on your tummy and massage it into your tits while she sits over your face again. She want you to tongue fuck her again and I watch as your tongue flicks over her lips before driving all the way into her wet pussy. It is her turn afterall to cum and so I move around behind her and start to fuck her just like your friend did you you. You can see my stiff cock sliding in and out of her and at the same time you feel the same happening to you – your friend is fucking you while you watch me slide into her. Then you move so you can lick my cock as it slides in and out tasting her juices on my shaft. 

Aussie I'm wet and I want you, tell me more……She once again is building quickly to her climax which you sense and concentrate on pleasuring her clit sending her over the brink. Her inner muscles clench causing me to shoot my cum inside her and over your face too as your friend also starts to cum inside you. All of these sensations ripple through your body giving you an amazing orgasm.

The next morning I wake up to find your friend kneeling his girlfriend wanking while you are licking her pussy again. He's smoothing his precum all over his shaft and rubbing it against her tits and lips. Watching this gives me an instant hard on and so I kneel on the other side doing the same. She tells me to touch him, to wank him until he cums all over her so I reach over and start to stroke him. While you continue to taste her sweet pussy, you watch as I run my hand all over his cock using his precum and mine to make him feel better. While I do this she licks me and sucks on my tip bringing me closer. 

I pull away from her because I want you to have my cum but I keep concentrating on his cock. You stop working on her and move so you're beside me and gently you take me in your hand. I want him to cum so much and before long I find myself leaning forward licking his precum off his tip and then taking him in my mouth. You and his girlfriend are watching as I suck his cock bringing him closer to his orgasm and as I do, you wank me harder and start to play with my arse, just easing the tip of your finger in to me. 

She has moved so that she can lick your pussy and I can cum all over her tits and he can cum over her pussy. She drives her tongue into your wet hole, savouring the taste of you, feeling you buck against her face and tongue bringing you quickly to boiling point. which causes you to come noisily over her face.

So tell me Plenty – what happens now?



Our Story



The ride from the airport was a half-hour of time that would never be remembered by either of them. It was a blur of sensations, an overwhelming turbulence of emotion in their whirlwind meeting. 

They spotted one another in the airport; eyes locked in wonder and awe, unsure for a brief moment as to what might happen next. And then next happened. Arms wrapped around bodies superheated with lust and love as their lips found each other's. All they could hear above the din of the crowd was the pounding of blood in their ears as they raced to catch up to the moment. 

They arrived at his apartment, but neither of them could really say how they got there. The ride had been a blink of time filled with kissing, uncertain small talk, wild groping, and excessive speeds. They stumbled into the apartment, still touching, still tasting, and pushed their way to the bedroom, luggage forgotten in the trunk. There was a scent in the room, of incense and roses, but it was unnoticed. There was only one thought on their minds, only one need to be fulfilled. 

He gently pushed her away from him as she sought his lips again, and looked her over in detail for the first time. She had dressed exactly as he had told her; high heeled boots covered with black leather pants, tight lace-up shirt with a push-up bra, and a loose vest over top, all completed with her collar, the collar her Master had given her. She looked radiant, the black of her clothes and raven hair the perfect contrast to her death-white skin. Every curve of her body was accented. He could have stood there for hours, soaking in her form, fusing her image into his brain for all eternity. But his cock had other ideas, the catalyst of the burning fever that swam through his body. 

He had envisioned this very moment for so long; the first encounter with his slave. He didn't realize how difficult the restraint would be. He clutched his hands into fists, digging his nails into his palms in an attempt to regain control of the animal lust that tried to consume him. How easy it would be to throw her on the bed, strip off her pants, and fuck her into satisfaction and relief. No, they had waited too long, endured too much. This would be special; the way it should be between a Master and his slave. It would be the way he envisioned, and the way he hoped she envisioned. 

"Present," he whispered, commanding his low voice to be stern. She hesitated a moment, uncertain what he asked before she caught up with the moment. Spreading her legs slightly, she straightened her posture and clasped her hand behind her back. Her eyes lowered to the floor, but a slight, shy smile played on her blood-red lips. 

He went over and sat on the bed, eyeing her lustfully. Again, he let his eyes roam her clothed figure as he forced his mind to settle on his plans. 

"In the privacy of their home," he asked her, his voice now steady and assured, "how should a slave be dressed before her Master?" 

"She should be naked, Master." The response was almost automatic, wrought from months of long distance training. He nodded his approval. 

"Undress." Her hands instantly went to her vest and she pushed it off her shoulders to the floor. "Slowly," he cautioned her as she fumbled for the buttons of the mostly see-through shirt. 

She blushed, as if for the first time coming to terms with the reality of the situation. Slowly, she finished unbuttoning the shirt in front of this man that she had never met, but had made the eternal commitment to serve as lover and slave. She knew him better than anyone she had ever known, a man that she had first looked into his eyes not an hour before. Her hands shook as she pulled the shirt off, and she turned slightly to toss it away, using the moment to compose herself. This was her Master, she berated herself, the man she had given herself to in body, mind and soul. This moment meant everything; she had to prove herself to him. 

Taking a deep breath, she turned back to him, daring to look into his eyes for an instance to gauge his reaction so far. He caught the glance, but said nothing. He wanted to see how she would respond to him in the flesh. Without further hesitation, she unhooked the front clasp and allowed her breasts to fall free, shrugging the bra to the floor. 

His eyes widened as her breasts quivered with the movement of her body. Just as he imagined; large and full and firm, more white and pure than the pale skin of her face. How he wanted to dive forward and catch them in his hand, suckle them in his mouth. He gripped the bed and watched as she leaned against the wall and pulled off first one boot, then the other. Her breasts hung free from her bent torso, swaying with her effort, in one of the sexiest images he had ever seen. He allowed her to rise, though he would have loved to make her stand like that and simply stare. But now, her complete nakedness and submission was required. 

She undid her leather pants, and hooking her thumbs into the side, began to push them down. She knew her master, and how to please him. She pushed them down slowly, wiggling and swaying them over her smooth hips in a slow tease. She gyrated her body in an exotic dance as she continued to push the pants down past her thighs and knees to the floor. With a little effort, she kicked them free and turned fully to her Master. Instinctively, she returned to the "present" pose. 

He looked her up and down, soaking her naked form. From the sharp beauty of her face with full, red lips, and piercing, intelligent eyes, framed by the mane of full, thick hair, to the creaminess of her alabaster skin, her full, glorious breasts, thin waist and full hips, shaved cunt now exposed for his view and use, and long, wonderful legs; she was a creature of exotic, dangerous beauty. And she was his. 

"Submit," he ordered her and watched as she fell obediently to her knees. There was no longer hesitation on either side, no doubts, no turning back. The natural flow of what they shared continued on together as naturally as it had over so many miles. She slowly sat back onto her heels, clasping her hands behind her back. She looked to the floor, shivering now with excitement instead of fear. Her nipples hardened. 

He got up off of the bed and walked behind her, out of range of her already impaired sight. She felt him standing behind her, and had to force herself to relax and not to move as she felt him touch her arm. There was a slight jingle, and then she felt the hard metal snap onto her wrists, securing her hands behind her back. Darkness filled her vision as black scarf was tied tightly around her head. He pulled and tucked at it for a few moments, making certain that she was totally blinded. 

"Present." She crawled to her feet, slightly wobbling from the disorientation, and unbalanced by the lack of arms. She found her bearing and stood, totally at his mercy and control; her cunt moistened at the thought. 

He walked around her in slow gait, a predator stalking his prey. He wanted her, needed her. Slowly; this would go his way. The Master would prevail because the slave was willing. For several minutes he walked around her, examining every inch of her with his eyes. So beautiful, so incredibly sexual and desirable. Stopping, he reached out and cupped his fingers under the base of her breast. She shivered and tried to thrust her chest forward, to force her tit into his hand, but he pulled away. He reached out again and brushed his fingers along the bottom of her tit only to have her thrust forward again. He jerked his hand away and swung it around, slapping a fingertip sharply off her hard, sensitive nipple. She whimpered as the pain shot through her, making her pussy burn. 

"Stand still," he warned her. 

"Yes, Master," she cried. "Sorry, Master." 

This time, when he reached out, she shook, but did not try to move. His fingers danced along the bottom of her tit, gently tracing along the heated skin. They teased her flesh, approaching her nipple only to draw back. He moved them down along her stomach, circling her bellybutton, before moving back up. His whole hand cupped the underside of her tit and lifted it up, as if to gauge its weight, before letting it drop back. He smiled as her breast jiggled and wobbled. Suddenly, his other hand reached out and grabbed her other breast, roughly squeezing and clawing at the soft tit. He felt her nipple harden even more into his palm. She gasped and groaned at the counterattack of gentle and hard. Her breathing quickened and she had to force herself to remain still. She could not force herself to stop trembling, however. 

Letting go of her breast, he slowly leaned forward. His warm breath was hot on her nipple as his mouth opened and locked onto the hard bud. He sucked and licked on it just long enough to cause her to groan in frustration as he drew away. Then his hands were on her again, exploring her body. He roamed her curves, touching and feeling and learning her body, but being careful not to touch her breasts or cunt. Her body flushed and shivered at his touch. 

His hands rubbed along her inner thighs and he noticed the moisture on her pussy lips. He knelt down in front of her, having dreamed of this for so long. He urged her legs apart; they spread all too eagerly. With his face inches away, he breathed in the aroma of her sex, the scent of her arousal for him. Grasping her ass cheeks in his hands, he moved forward and pressed the lips of his mouth to the lips of her cunt. Kneading her ass, his tongue snaked out and lapped at the juices on her cunt. His tongue found her hole and pushed its way inside. She shivered and writhed, forcing her hips forward, trying to get his tongue deeper insider. 

"M-master," she whimpered. "I'm going to cum." 

He pulled away instantly, causing her cry out, and stood before her while her excitement cooled to a safer level. Her first cum would be around his cock. As much as he wanted to continue, it was a rule he had made and was set on keeping. 

She could hear rustling, and the sound of fabric hitting the floor. When it stopped only moments later, her body tingled with a new excitement; her Master was naked in the room with her. She could feel his closeness as he approached her, the heat of his body. His hand cupped her breast again. He caught her nipple between two fingers and rolled it around, gently squeezing the soft flesh, before pulling his hand away. She could feel the head of his cock, obviously hard, brush her hip. 

"Submit," he whispered. She sank to her knees in anticipation, already licking her lips. "Do not open your mouth or lips. Is that understood." 

"Yes, Master," she answered sadly. 

She could feel the air being stirred in front of her face and smell the faint scent of male arousal. Then something hot and soft brushed her cheek. The head of his cock was drawn painfully slow across her chin and over to the other cheek. She whimpered and he moaned as he guided his cock across her face. He pulled back and thrust his cock at her lips. She felt it bump against her mouth and wanted more than any other thing at that moment to open her mouth and swallow him whole. But she knew that what she wanted didn't matter. Her Master wanted her mouth shut, and so it would stay. He continued to rub against her lips with the tip of his cock, leaving a trail of precum on her lips. 

When he could take no more, he slowly pulled away. Tentatively, when she felt no more, she licked out with her tongue, tasting the first signs of his cum. She purred. 

"Present." She no more than struggled to her feet when he pushed her from behind. She stumbled forward, unable to stop or balance herself with her hands behind her back, and tripped against the bed. She fell forward, flat on her chest. 

He was on her before she could think to react, pinning her down his with weight on her back. He was lying on the small of her back so that he was facing her ass, her arms crushed beneath him. The weight pushed her stomach into the mattress and forced her ass up, exposed to his prying hands. He grabbed her legs above the knees and forced them apart. Not that she would have tried to stop him, but it didn't matter. He was going to use her now for his own delight, and he delighted in being rough. 

His fingers found her cunt and rubbed at the outer lips, still wet from his tonguing. Two fingers probed inside of her, pushed all the way in by his excitement. Her cunt was soaking wet, velvety soft, and burning hot. She moaned from beneath him, despite the difficulty she had taking breaths, as his fingers moved within her. He pulled them out and rolled on top of her, and smeared her juices onto her face. He forced his fingers into her mouth, and she licked herself off of them, purring on his digits. He pulled free, and plunged them once again into her cunt, fucking her with his fingers. He carried on until she started humping back, before tearing them free. She waited with open mouth for another taste, but instead felt his slick fingers poking at her asshole. His index finger swirled around the opening to her ass. Ignoring her moans, he rolled slightly to get a better look, and forced his finger into her anus up the first knuckle. He was unwilling to stop there, even when he felt her hands gripping at him. He shoved the finger in deeper until it was all but buried within her ass. It was an interesting sight, and a more interesting feeling. He brought up a second finger, but stopped himself. No, he had plans for this later. 

He pulled his finger out of her ass, getting a grunt from her. He pressed his finger against her lips. She opened her mouth without thinking and licked the taste of her own ass of off his finger. He smiled and climbed to his feet. She squirmed, trying to roll over as he grabbed the key and undid the cuffs. She breathed a sigh of relief, and started to rub her wrists, but he grabbed her arms and forced them above her head. Helping her onto her back, he pushed one arm to each corner of the bed and locked them in the restraints he had attached there earlier in the day. He gave a final tug to make certain that they were secure and noticed a faint flushing over her entire body. He smiled at her blush, a wonderful combination of lust and embarrassment. 

She lay flat on her back, her arms up and away from her body, and her legs spread slightly. Her large breasts fell to the side because of their size and weight. He bent down and licked at her nipples, trading off one for the other with tender bites and gentle kisses. He could feel the hard buds twitch at his touch. She could hear him opening a drawer, and then a sharp, tantalizing pain pierced through one nipple, then both as he locked on the set of nipple clamps. He stood back to admire the silver against her pale skin, and pulled lightly at the chain that connect them together, drawing the nipples with them. She murmured and squirmed at the pain, moaning quietly to herself, still lost in the dark disorientation of the blindfold. 

He climbed onto the bed and straddled her stomach. Moving forward, his hard cock bumped against one of her tits. He crawled up her body until he could slide his cock in between the valley of her breasts. Grabbing two handfuls of tit-flesh, he squeezed them around his throbbing cock. They both moaned in unison as he began to fuck her tits. He hands dug roughly into her breasts, keeping them in place as he humped on top on her. He grunted and gasped, and suddenly pulled away, letting her breasts fall away again. He didn't want to cum that way. They were other prizes at his disposal. 

His weight shifted on top of her as he slid down her body, forcing her legs wide apart to move in between them. Again his mouth found her cunt and he lapped at the juices that were now freely flowing from her. She lifted her hips, grinding her cunt into his face. That was enough for him. He locked his hands behind her knees, forcing her wider still. Taking his cock in hand, he guided it towards her cunt. She purred and mewed, gyrating her hips as he slowly slid the head of his cock inside of her. He pulled out, only to push half his cock inside of her. She groaned as he pulled out again, rubbing the head of his cock along her pussy and clit. Positioning it once again, he growled and thrust his entire length into her. He forced his weight down on her and wrapped his arms about her body as his tempo slowly increased to hard fucking. Her hips ground back to meet his every thrust, and it didn't take long for either of them. 

"Master," she whispered in tortured agony, "Master, may I please c-cum?" 

"Yes," he grunted. “Cum. Cum now." 

Her legs locked around his as her pussy clamped down on his already spurting cock. His cum exploded into her pussy, filling her insides with hot sperm. It seemed like an eternity that they hung suspended in the ecstasy of orgasm, before they finally took a satisfied breath and he rolled off of her. 

"Thank you, Master," she cooed at him, her smile dazzling in the afterglow. 

He grabbed the blindfold and slipped off of his head, giving her the first view of his naked body, and more importantly, his cock. 

"We seem to have made a mess, pet. I think her better clean me up." 

She smiled eagerly, licking her lips as he sat up and moved his shrinking cock to her face. She turned her head and sucked his cock into her mouth, devouring it along with their mixed cum. She purred, slurping at his organ. When he felt himself hardening again, he pulled out and climbed off the bed. 

"I wanted our first time to be special, gentle but firm." He smiled at that. "But now, my pet, it is time for your Master to play." 

He walked over to the closet and returned with a box. He turned it so that she could see inside. It contained toys of various sorts, some bought, some made by his own hands, all of them wicked and delicious. She shivered in anticipation. 

"I am yours, Master."



Our Story



It was a day just like any other day. I had just got on my computer and started surfing the internet. A few hours went by while I was still surfing the net. When I came upon this site that I had been looking for. The site was and adult web site, with stories, nude pictures, etc. So I started reading some of the stores as while as checking out some of the pictures on the site. A few days passed as I was getting tired of reading the stories, looking at the pictures and bored with the site all together. 

Until I noticed that the site had a chat. "Thinking it was a pay chat like most" but I decided to try it any way. I entered the chat part. I filled out a form the site had. When I was finished filling out the form, I was surprised to find out that it was a free chat, cause I was able to enter the a chat after filling out the form. I was new to chat, so I wasn't sure bout how to do it, especially with all the rooms the chat had. So I just wondered though all the rooms trying to get the hang of how the chat works.

Occasionally, I would try and talk to some of the people in the rooms I kept going to. But being new to chat like I said before. I was not sure how to do it. There for I would just pop in and out of the rooms. Watching how people in each rooms would do it and learn how they do it and how it works.

As a week or two of going in and out of each room had passed. I was getting bored again cause most of the people I would try and talk to would not talk to me back. Than I noticed there was a room I had not been in yet.

However seeing the names of the room, I know what kind of room it was and was not sure of that kind of thing. So I went on with my business going to the other rooms. A couple of hours had passed and the other rooms were all boring. Than I said what the heck and entered the room I had not been in yet. As I went in there I noticed these people were no different from people in most of the other rooms. But some had names like, Sir, Master, and etc. So I left and roamed some more. This time however, I would pop in and out of that room now as will. Another hour or so passes as I was going in and out of the rooms still. When I got a pm from some person with a strange name. The message said "what are you doing". I answered the person saying that I was looking for one of the few people I had met in one of the rooms. The person said the they and the room they were in was getting mad at me. "why" I said. Cause you keep going in and out of rooms without saying anything even when I say hi to you and I'm getting tired of saying hi to you than you leave. I told the person I was sorry, I didn't mean to make anyone upset at me. Than I told the person I was still new to chat and am learning how the site works. The person said they understood cause they were new not to long ago. So we got to talking and I found out what room the person was in and it was in the room I had just started going in. Than I went in the room and said hi to everyone. I noticed the her so I said hi to her also. It was a few minutes later, when we started talking again in pm with each other. 

I don't know what it was about her but I found myself coming back to that room to talk to her. We would talk more and more each night. When something came over me. I don't know why cause we had never met but I was beginning to really like her. There was something about her bout as more time passed we became even closer. My feelings for her were growing. Still even though I we had never met I had falling in love with her. I would be a couple months later when we would actually met, but it would be worth the wait cause I would fall even more in love with her. Now when I look back on it, it's weird how people how have never met can fall in love than when they met fall in love even more. To find true love with a simple pm on a chat line.

Sincerely,
Sir Joey



Our Story



She pulled into the parking lot and saw his truck sitting there. She smiled when she saw him. She parked her car, locked it and got in his truck. She leaned over to him and kissed him quickly, a friendly kiss, if it happened to be viewed by anyone sitting in the parking lot. They had to be careful, for even though her heart belonged to him, they each shared their name with another. Some might say this was wrong, but they knew it wasn't, for love is something that only a very foolish person walks away from. 

He drove to a rented motel room, just a little ways out of town. They had been in this same room before. He had already been in the room earlier and turned the heat on. The floor was warm as she slipped off her shoes and walked over to him. Their conversation stopped as she put her arms around his neck and they could kiss away from public view. His mouth took hers and their tongues sought each others. She could feel the warmth of his body as he pulled her close to him and their kiss deepened. 

His hands roamed over her body, remembering each part of her. She could feel him touching her breast through her clothes and opened her legs to him as he moved downward to rub between her legs through her jeans. Never once did he stop kissing her, their lips would be swollen and tender later, but neither of them cared, they only wanted to drink from each other. 

She felt his hand slide underneath her blouse, and shuddered as he rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips. It firmed quickly under his touch and sent small waves of passion throughout her body. He lifted her top and pushed her bra up, his lips leaving her mouth to suck on first on nipple and then the other. She moaned then, her heat rising, her body remembering other times they had been together. She arched toward him and began to touch the growing budge beneath his jeans. Stroking him as he suckled on her breasts. She felt his hand slide under the waistband of her jeans as his hands cupped her ass and pulled her closer yet to him.

"Sweetie, we have way too many clothes on here", he softly said to her. He lifted her blouse over her head and removed her bra. His fingers found the button on her jeans and then the zipper, with a small tug they fell to the floor and she stood in front of him in only a pair of silky pink panties. She stepped away from the pile of clothing and pulled his shirt off, tossing it over a chair. Suddenly she was in his arms again and he held her tightly. She could feel his skin warm against hers, his heart beating in tune with hers and in that minute in time the world outside was gone and all that was left were the two of them. 

She fumbled with his belt, and he quickly removed his own clothing and lay her gently on the bed. For awhile, they enjoyed laying there, kissing and touching each other. Then his fingers parted her lower lips and he slid one inside of her. She was hot, and wet. Hungry for him. He put another finger inside of her and used his thumb to rub her clit. He knew she was swollen with desire, and it wouldn't take long until she reached climax. Quickly he moved his fingers in and out of her, his thumb continuing to circle her sensitive button. She cried out and he felt her begin to cum in his hand. He moved quickly and replaced his hand with his mouth. His tongue lapping at her wetness, and sucking gently on her until she came again and again. He turned her over on her belly, barely letting her catch her breath, before his mouth began it's trail of kisses over her shoulders and down her back. His tongue flicked at her ass until her body opened for him there. She felt his tongue inside her asshole, and hot fire seemed to build inside her body. His fingers slipped inside her pussy again and he pumped and licked her until yet another release overtook her. 

He turned her to her back again and straddled her. The tip of his cock was just inside her pussy as he began to rock against her body. He watched her face intently. His hands kneading her breasts, his tongue searching for hers as he kissed her over and over again. He saw the dreamy look in her eyes and knew she was his. Her body shook again this time he felt her cum not once but twice. One more time he lowered his face between her legs and drank her release. As he did, she climaxed yet again in his mouth. 

This time she forced him onto his back and her tongue began to work on his cock. It was like being encased in warm velvet as she sucked and licked him. His excitement was intense from feeding on her passion and the feeling of being in her mouth was enough to put him over the edge. His white, hot lust spilled into her mouth, splashing against the back of her throat and she took all of him. 

He pulled her to him, holding her close. It was then he remembered that sometime in the mist of their passion, they had said "I love you". It was the first time that either had heard the other say it. The first time the words had been spoken aloud. He cradled her to him, feeling her soft body against his skin, smoothing her hair from her face. It was then her body began to tremble. It scared him at first. fearing that something was wrong with her, then realized that it was only the aftermath of the passionate love-making. Her body shook as he held her reminding him of a small earthquake. They lay together then kissing each other gently and holding each other for the small stolen minutes in time that they had. And cherished each other.



Our Story



Sara went to take a nap after having posted quite a few scenes and D/s pictures in the private community she was building. The pictures of asses with stripes of red over pale flesh, with canes lying nearby. Another with a man standing holding a crop, the woman's thighs spread open wide, the picture vividly showing the effect of the sex on the photographed girl. Sara's own sex was engorged with perfect timing as her Master's form filled the frame of the bedroom door. Sara's gasp reaching His ears. That knowing smile sending warmth to Sara's high cheek bones. 

Sara showed Master one of the photographs that showed a Master with a cane. Sara knew this type of photography excited Him. He had a gleam in His eyes as He ordered Sara to present herself to Him. Sara walked to the middle of that huge room. Trepidation mingling with joy, heat, and aching need. Smooth skin being revealed slowly as fingers grasped and pulled the T-shirt over the raining of blonde curls. Tossing it aside. Feeling her Master's eyes glide over the bountiful curves. Sara went to knees allowing them to part fairly wide. Feeling the air kiss that slick area coating her pussy well. The lips shaved smooth, as He demanded always. Arching the back pushing already large ivory mounds forward, eyes lowering to His boots as she awaited further instruction. Juices flowing between the crack of her pale ass. Tickling it begging her to move just a little more. 

Amy entered the room just as Master was walking around Sara. Seeing her sister naked on the floor caused Amy's mind to shift into tread lightly mode and also that excitement that builds when Master begins to examine either of them. Master always seemed to have a cane with Him. Amy watched as He flicked the cane over Sara's sex. Feeling the throbbing ache begin within as Master continues. Being sure not to interrupt Him. Watching as He places clothespins on Sara's body. Still working the cane in very intricate places.

Sara could almost feel her Master's excitement as He flicked the cane just enough to sting the pearl. Juices flowing so wet down the crack of her ass. Tears prick her emerald eyes at the burn of it, but oh god she wanted to cum so bad. She could see that stern look in His eyes that said as loud as words, "Don't you dare." Writhing beneath the cane as it grazes thighs, clit, and thighs again, then to the nipples where clothespins have been placed in very sensitive spots. Seeing a gleam in His eye as He swishes the cane feeling the first clothespin snapped away from the skin the searing hot pain causing her to scream out. Pushing her body further into the covers, another swipe the clothespin dragged off the dusky rose nipple.

"Oh god, please Master," said Sara."

"Please, please stop!!!" 

His hand moved suddenly between her thighs to return with soaking wet fingers. Bringing the essence to Sara's sweet soft lips. "Does this show Me to stop, girl?" Master asked. Sara looked at the glistening fingers, feeling His hands brush her lips with the honey from the slick heated pussy. She bit her lower lip, inhaling the scent, barely tasting the heat. Sara's body flushed from the little stripes of the cane. Sara hears His footsteps as He moves from her. His voice rings in her ears as He calls her to the bed. Moving automatically breath still coming in pants now biting the lower lip as beautifully marked flesh moves to Him 

The bed gives as He sits down, and Sara's body is pulled over His knees, with her blonde curls hanging towards the floor. "Sara, I see you have not kept your thoughts pure today as I had ordered" He said. "Care to explain, girl?"

"Master," Sara said. "I have been building a web site filled with pictures of scenes."

"Some of them I could picture with you and myself, my Master." Said Sara. "Excellent," said Master. "But Sara you do realize you will be punished for not keeping pure thoughts?" He said. "Yes Master, Sara remembers well." She said. "Very good girl." Said Master. "Amy?" He said. "Yes Master." Said Amy. "Position yourself so that your hips are below your sister's face. I desire her to give you pleasure as her punishment is given." He said. "Yes, my Master." Said Amy. Amy moved around, lowering herself to the ground, and allowing her legs to move around Master's until her shaved petals are right near Sara's lips. Master's hand gently rubs Sara's pale half moons, enjoying teasing the senses before beginning the task at hand. Sara leans forward, hands grasping Amy's thighs. Her pink tongue reaches out dragging through the smooth lips of Amy's shaved sex. Amy's moans echo in the room, just before the first hard SMACK is heard. 

Suddenly the whoosh kisses the ears along with the crack as Master's hand lands squarely on the right pale ass cheek. 

"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" screamed Sara.

Sara wiggles on His lap causing another solid SMACK to connect with soft tissues. Sara's screams are heard as His firm voice over powers them "Hold still girl." He said. Fire ripping through Sara's body juices flowing knowing she is soaking His leg. His hand ringing resounding smacks over and over again until nothing of white is left. Sara writhing on His lap more but remembering His words she tones it down a little. Sara's tongue drags through Amy's shaved lips. Licking the juices as the tongue rolls over the pearl. Teeth graze it softly. Then biting softly, tugging, applying more pressure. Feeling Amy's hands pulling shimmering blonde curls. Lifting hips up in desire for more. Sara slides two fingers deep inside Amy's dripping pussy. Slowly begins moving them in and out. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmm, yes, more." Said Amy.

Master's nails rake across Sara's ass. The intense heat caresses Sara's ass like a roaring fire in winter. His thighs are soaked from Sara's dripping sex. Sara hears Amy's cries. Master hears both girls moan and cry out. Sara's fingers move in and out of Amy's heat easily, Master's fingers running up to the pearl down to the dripping well then up to Sara' ass. Repeating the process. Master continues to caress Sara's flesh waiting for just the right moment. Sara adds a third finger as Amy begins to lift faster to the rhythm, seeing the juices sliding past her ass using the other hand to slide the index finger pushing gently into Amy's ass. Amy's muscles clench, Sara's mouth biting her pearl as the finger finds its way in deeper, pulling out and pushing back in again. The index finger moves in rhythm with the other three in the tight drivingly sweet pussy. The Master takes two of His fingers and presses hard and deep into Sara's tight ass.

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH MASTER!!!" Sara screams.

Master takes her as He desires. Bringing the coated fingers out slowly and pressing in again. Over and over His other hand resounding smacks against the blazingly hot ass cheek. Sara's pressure building. Trying to please Amy as her mind goes on overload. Hearing His command. "Cum Mine cum NOW!!" Sara and Amy releasing at the same time as the pleasure coursed through them. 

YESSSSSSSSSSSS mmmmmmmmmm THANK you Master!!! Yelled Amy. 

As her body releases against Sara's hands, writhing to the pleasure. . Bucking wildly as the waves of pleasure guide her emotions. The movements so intense hard to control.

"OOOhhhhh My Goddddddddddd", screams Sara. "Thank you Master.

Sara's own pleasure engulfing her sweet body. Writhing on Master's thigh. The pain He inflicted filling her with such blissful pleasure her body exploding in an ocean of waves to ride. 

His fingers still buried in Sara's ass. Sara's body trembling, the ass tightening and releasing with the spasms that run through the slut's body. Sara wonders what He is going to do next. Staying as relaxed there as she can. Removing her fingers from Amy's ass and pussy. Seeing the lovely blue eyes all sated from the hunger. Knowing Amy lusts for Master's touch as well. Sara's breathing was ragged and her heart was racing. Still feeling His strong thighs beneath the heated belly. Hair of spun gold dangling. The scent of the girl's sister fills the air but the scent of Sara was very prevalent. The message of His control loud and clear to the girls. What he wants and wishes not what they want and wish. 

Shuddering as the swollen pearl throbs. Suddenly a loud SMACK is heard as His hand meets tenderized flesh once more.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Sara cries out.

Another SMACK, and another, His fingers moving in and out of her ass with precision to the hand harshly caressing the blazing flesh. Sara reaches around with petite hands trying to cover the burning cheeks. Feeling a third finger stretch her ass. 

A sharp intake of air heard and Sara's voice, "oh god please." She cried.

The Master's voice overcomes hers with a threateningly low tone "move your hands Mine." Knowing without a doubt not to disobey, Sara's hands pull away. Not able to see Him or Amy, Sara was unaware of His non-verbal command to Amy. Suddenly seeing bracelets closed around the small wrists. The click heard as they snap together. Her mind racing at what He could be thinking right now. His nails dragging across the colored flesh reawakening it from the numbness. Sara writhes against His fingers. Wanting more. A nice rose color suffusing high cheekbones at the hunger that desires more. 

"What are you Mine?" Master asks?

Sara says, "I am a slut Master."

"Very good girl." Master says.

His fingers pulling out of the clean ass as she knows better than to not be cleansed before a session with Him. Something chilled hard pressing against the tight muscles of the empty ass. "Relax girl," He says. Sara tries to relax but the muscles still tighten and spasm. Suddenly SMACK SMACK SMACK , ten, no eleven hell the girl lost count as tears poured from emerald eyes. Hips bucking up off His thighs, ass opening as the object is shoved in to fit snugly there. Feeling His fingers twirl over the swollen pearl. Gently teasing it. Pushing on the plug that fits so snug. He lifts Sara to stand. Knowing she is going to be off balance He stands quickly to catch the beauty. Tear streaks paint the porcelain skin. Eyes closing as Sara breathes through the pain. Blushing at the evidence of her desire dripping between pale thighs.

Eyes of green peek at Amy standing with such grace and poise near the table. Sara remembers she is in the bracelets, which sends a sudden fear through her. His command to heel is heard. The lithe form moves without hesitation. He commands Sara to lay on the table belly side down. Sara moves quickly to do as He directed. Long arms stretching out in front of shimmering curls. The master's fingers drag over the red colored ass, over the curve of the back, and up to the shoulders. His lips press there as hair is moved away. Hands pulled high above, glorious gold ringlets, securing the bracelets to the hook. Moving down the table His touch never leaving her body lifting a well-toned thigh so the ass lifts but all the weight is on the taut belly. Then the other thigh lifted exposing the tightly drawn scarlet ass. Sara feels the fire that He inflicted. A soft moan leaves heart shaped lips as the vulnerability is felt here on the table.

"Don't move Mine," He says. 

"Yes Master," said Sara.

Emerald eyes close as she hears His voice soothingly in the room. He tells Amy to undress Him. But He wants Sara to be able to see Him being undressed. Master moves by the table pinching Sara's flaming ass hard. A loud cry pierces the air. Hips moving, Sara prays He accepts her reactions. Watching as Amy unbuttons His shirt. Her naked ivory flesh so sweet. His lips press to Amy's as she continues to move fingers through the buttons. Sara gasps as she sees His tongue push through the strong stern lips. The need is so hot like lava ripping through Sara. His pants fall to the floor followed by the underwear. His engorged member is thick and full. Deep pools of emeralds and shimmering pools of blue seem to widen at the same time. Both Sara and Amy thinking of just where this piece of hard throbbing flesh could go. 

Sara watches as Amy falls to her knees, ruby tongue moves out gliding over the tip of Master cock. Flickering it softly. Sara's sweet tongue caresses her full lip as eyes watch the scene before her. She wants to taste Him so badly. The head of the Master's thick cock disappearing in Amy's hot wet mouth. He grabs the burnished curls yanking hard as He shoves full in her mouth. Taking it like He can. Hearing Amy moan. Sara squirms upon the table, the desire pooling up inside as she continues to watch Amy suckle greedily at their Master's hard member. Master shows both girls that He is in control. Even in this very sensual act He shoves His cock into Amy's mouth forcefully over and over. Hair of sable pulled until Sara sees her sister wince. Still Sara's hips writhe knowing she wants more. Sara's ass clenches with each thrust as the object continues to hold her open and ready at any time. Hearing the sounds of His member shoving in and out. Hearing Amy's guttural moans. Seeing as her fingers pull and stretch His balls lightly as Amy feels the head of the hard flesh begin swelling bigger. His strokes begin to move faster. Pumping Amy's mouth suddenly pulling out of the hot sweetness. Sara watches in total amazement as He walks to her, His hand stroking His cock the head now purple as He looks at the bound beauty. 

Suddenly a loud roar rips from His lips, a rainfall of cum sprays over her blonde mane, her flushed face, her eyes, nose, heavy breasts, He explodes releasing it all over. Sara's heart races. She feels strange at this not quite understanding it. But for the first time realizing that He is in control of everything including humiliation. Tongue slides out at least licking off the lush ruby lips. Sara hears His next command, which totally floors her. 

Amy pushes up from the floor, her tresses of silken brown fall over the flawless flesh. Moving to Sara placing her hands in the golden hair as the warm velvet tongue licks the cum from the covered face, slowly drawing circles and curves through it. Eyes of emeralds close as she continues with that heated tongue down Sara's back, still not touching with hands, just a tongue and the bruised lips. Ass still high in the air. A moan escapes as the lithe form moves beneath Sara's upturned curves, the fingers separating the already dew laden petals. Amy's tongue quickly enters Sara's hot pussy. A gasp heard as Amy pinches the clit hard. Trying to press harder against her roaming mouth. Sara's need so abundant now. Wanting more. Emerald eyes close as a breath is heard parting satin lips. 

Glassy eyes opening as the object in the tight ass is slowly pulled out then firmly pressed back in. Sara's heart races as Amy's sweet mouth creates a building need. Master's fingers rake down the still blood reddened cheeks. Sara is heard crying out as she fights the need to cum. The girl knowing she needs permission before taking what is her Master's to give. Soft tones are heard from the bound form. Pleas for release building to louder tones. The object moving now easier in and out of the hot tight ass. His eyes are watching the tight well as He shoves in and pulls out. Amy's mouth teasing the rock hard clit. Sara squirms as the unyielding material tortures the upturned ass. Teeth nip at the pleasure nub tugging it gently. 

Sara screams "please Master PLEASE!!" She cries out to cum. 

"Oh no slut, He says"

"Not quite there yet girl." 

A loud SMACK heard as a scream rips from flustered lips. Grinding down as much as she can in this position. Sara's ass swinging as His hand reaches it again, pinching, pulling, and molding. 

Hearing a creak as the Master steps up behind the girl. Sara can feel His breath upon the blistered skin as the inanimate object is removed from her now loosened and ready ass. You could tell Sara almost breathed a sigh of relief when suddenly the girl's ass was rendered with His now once again engorged member. Knowing it was spread and ready for this He pushes harder. Sara bites back a scream from the pain that rips through the tight hole. The slurping noise of Amy greedily tasting the juices of her sister gives Sara the feeling of pain and ecstasy all in one. Amy begins to bite the clit a little harder, licking more, Sara's hands still bound, begin to pull and twist the desire to touch her sister builds as her Master shoves His thick member in and out of the upturned ass. Pressure builds as His fingers spread Sara's pussy moving in rhythm with His cock. Filling her full in both orifices, stretching her, USING her and pushing Sara to accept Him, all of Him. His voice booms. 

"Cum Now Mine." Master says. 

Amy's teeth suddenly clamp Sara's clit tightly. Master slams into her rapidly as His own climax roars through Him. Pumping slower as Sara's ass milks Him to catch all of His juice. Sara's screams fill the air as the spasms rock through her now satiated body. Wave after wave she rides the thunderous roar. Panting feeling the juices mix and mingle down her legs. Amy's teeth release as she licks. Master pulls out His voice ringing through our ears. 

"Well done girls."

"Well done." Master says.

Sara's bracelet hands are released as Amy moves from beneath her, Master's touch now soothing as He instructs Amy to get the cream for the no longer ivory cheeks. Sara's bitten lips now captured with His as He kisses her gently. His firm hand massaging her shoulders as His massive form stands before her. Amy brings the cream back. Master leans down grabbing her mane of curls kissing her soundly. Sara watches as His tongue explores Amy's sweet mouth. His hand taking the jar of cream. Thanking Amy. Sara's Master then proceeds to rub the cream into the marks upon the ivory globes and dusky nipples. The thighs and the clit next. The heat becomes hotter once more for Sara but Master assures her she needs to rest. Finally He rubs the cream against the almost purple red ass. The cream was cold to the flesh. Sara squirms as the pleasure of the cream mixes with the pain of the marks. 

Both girls smile, as they know their Master is pleased. 



Our Story



This is a true story... My wife and I are both in our late 30's.

It started out with my wife and I deciding to go to a special showing of a movie at a local playhouse. As there was assigned seating, we proceeded to our seats. As we approached our row I was surprised to see my next door neighbor Stacy and her daughter Heather seated in our row. 

They have been our neighbors long enough for me to have watched Heather grow from a young teen to a beautiful, young woman. Heather is in her early 20's, about 5'5" with black hair and was wearing a casual dress which came up to her knees, showing off her bare legs nicely. Her mom was also wearing a dress which appeared to be knee-high. She is nearing 40, also with black hair and a body which was simply an older version of her daughter's... nice breasts, shapely legs and come fuck me eyes. I let my wife enter the row first and followed her to my seat which was to the right of Heather. As I sat down we both said our hellos, saying how surprised we were to run into each other. 

The movie started and about half-way through I noticed my left leg had brushed up against Heather's knee. Seating was a little tight so I repositioned myself away from her leg. 

A few minutes later, again I felt my leg brushing her knee. I could see Heather was sitting with her legs crossed and I could feel the warmth of her skin through my pants. 

As I began to move my leg away again, I felt a hand grab my left leg and move it up beside her right knee. It was Heather's right hand and she had just grabbed my left knee and placed it right next to hers.

I thought I was dreaming. I looked to my right and saw my wife was thoroughly involved in the movie. Casually I placed my left hand on my left leg, covering Heather's hand. I guess I felt I had to hide her hand from my wife's view. Heather immediately took her hand off my leg. 

I thought "oh shit" Heather must have thought I grabbed her hand but the next thing I knew, she grabbed my hand, lifted it off my own leg and placed it underneath her dress covering her right knee. 

I thought I was going to cum right then and there. Here was the daughter of my neighbor who had never in the past said anything to me other than passing hellos, now placing my hand on her uncrossed right knee. I couldn't help but look over to see her cover both of our hands with her dress. I felt her move my hand slowly up her leg, feeling the warmness of her bare thighs. It felt like heaven... smooth, soft and forbidden. I squirmed in my seat slightly, as my ever growing hard on forced me to re-adjust my position. 

I checked my wife again, seeing she hadn't noticed my distraction. 

My hand was now being led from Heather's thigh to her crotch where I felt a smooth, silky material which felt very warm and possibly moist? I felt her move aside her panties feeling course hair, moist lips and warm female juices flow from inside her to my hand. 

Heather made sure my hand was properly coated by scooting in her seat. She was looking straight ahead, giving no visible indication to anyone, including her mom, of what she was doing. Or so I thought. 

I snuck a glance to my left again and again was shocked to see Heather's left hand under her mom's dress, apparently doing the same thing to her mom that she was allowing me to do to her. 

I did a double-take and just continued to stare at what was developing before my eyes. Here was my neighbor's daughter letting me feel-her-up while she was in fact feeling up her own mother, who obviously was enjoying it all as I could see her mom's head back in her seat with her eyes closed. 

It was too much for me to handle and I felt my self ejaculate into my underwear through to my pants! Even in the darkened theater, I could see my cum stained pants but didn't care much at the time. 

I looked over to see Heather take her left hand out from under her mom's dress. She then looked over to me and smiling, placed her fingers up to her nose, smelling them. She smiled even more, looked straight at me and then placed her fingers under my nose for me to smell. They smelled musky but very pleasant. She then placed one finger on my lips and forced me to open my mouth slightly. She then placed another finger inside my mouth which I eagerly licked.

She then removed her left hand from my mouth, and took my right hand from her pussy and placed it up to her mouth. Quietly she licked one of my fingers with her tongue and then placed my fingers on my lips. I could smell her light, musky aroma and feel the wetness from her pussy on my hand. I quickly licked off her remaining cum from my own fingers.

She pulled her dress down and I could see her mother's dress was also back to her knees.

Thinking things done, I looked to my right and saw my wife was still engrossed in the film. How I hadn't gotten caught was surprising but Heather wasn't through yet. 

With a wicked smile on her face, she slowly placed her right hand on my lap, where my cum had seeped through my pants. She rubbed her small hand over the wet area and after getting enough cum from my pants on her fingers, moved her two fingers back and forth with my stickiness and placed her hand to her mouth. I saw her lick her fingers, then Heather placed her fingers onto her mom's lips. Stacy licked her daughter's fingers clean. Heather and her mom went back to watching the movie and I sat there, cum-stains and all wondering what the hell just happened to me. Since that night, we have gone back to our "polite hellos" to each other but they both seem to smile a lot more than they used to. 

My wife, after the movie asked me what I thought of the movie. I said it was okay and actually had fallen asleep during it. I'm not sure if she believed me or not... I wonder...? Leaving the theater, she didn't notice I carried my jacket in front of me rather that wearing it.



Our Story



Where to begin? I guess I should start out with defining what my wife and I really are. We don't exactly fit into any category. We're not swingers in that we don't hang out with other swingers and swap partners. I'm not exactly a cuckold, either, in that I don't want some guy to bang my wife and try to humiliate me while he's doing it. 

As I have gotten older the idea of someone fucking my wife has become a tremendous turn on. I love my wife very much and I trust her. I know that she would never do anything without my permission (the truth is, she has barely done it with my permission). However, there is something about the thought of my wife naked and with another guy just pounding his hard cock into her pussy that is a huge turn on. I like sloppy seconds, and knowing that there was another guy's cock in her a few moments before turns me on. It's knowing that she had her arms and legs wrapped around someone else as he drove his hard cock into her; knowing that the feel of her body, her moans, gasps, and twitches turned him on to the point where he unloaded his cum into her pussy. It's also knowing that she was receiving pleasure from someone else and loved the feeling. 

I guess the closest definition of my wife and I is wife-sharers, although I'm the only one doing the sharing. She plays. I do not. I am a guy, however, and if she ever said it was ok for me to play I would. I wouldn't go looking for other women, but I wouldn't turn away any that were interested, either.

If you haven't already seen pictures of us, you're probably asking what we look like. She is about 5'10" and 150 lbs, with nice 36-C tits, green eyes, great hips, a perfect ass, and long red hair. She also keeps her pussy trimmed. Just a little tuft of hair on top and shaved everywhere else, almost like a little landing strip. Basically, she is one of the most beautiful women in the world.

As for me, I am 6' and about 210 lbs. I'm in fairly decent shape and a little muscular. I keep my hair trimmed high and tight, and have a mustache and goatee, brown hair, and blue eyes. I do, however, wear glasses.

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So where did we begin? One day about a year after we were married, we went out with friends. Naturally, as it does when adults get together, the conversation turned to sex. By that point I was liquored up enough and leaned over to her and whispered in her ear that the thought of her getting fucked by someone else was a huge turn on. She replied by laughing a little, kissing me, and telling me that she loves that I'm so open minded. Mind you, this is the first time I had ever told anyone this.

I started trying to get her to go out with her friends on girl's nights out. I tried to get her to dress really sexy when she did this. I also let her know that she of course was welcome to have any fun she wanted to have and I wanted her to have fun so she could tell me about it when she got home. 

When she went out I sat at home, talked to people online, and basically drove myself nuts wondering if someone had their cock buried in her pussy. 

The first time that I was sure that something happened was a night that she was supposed to go out with one of her friends, Lucinda. They were going to go dancing at a club that was, at the most, ten minutes away. Most clubs around there got out at 1:30. So around 2 I started wondering, "Ok. She's had a half hour. Is she naked... Is some guy eating her out... Is she stroking some guy's dick?" You know what I was thinking. "Is she being a naughty little minx?" So as I was thinking this the people I was talking to online were telling me that she was doing all of the things I was hoping she was doing. And to make matters worse, they started telling me to call her to see what was going on. 

I put it off and I put it off. After all I didn't want to interrupt her when someone could have been in mid thrust. So finally around 3:30 I called Lucinda's cell (at this point my wife didn't have one so it was the only number I could call). Right away I could tell that they were drunk. Her friend was giggling like a loon and I could hear my wife in the background asking if it was me. I asked Lucinda to let me speak to my wife, and that is when she started fucking with me. She told me that my wife was busy and proceeded to give me crap for about 5 minutes until my wife got on the phone, breathless, and simply told me that she'd be home soon. I said ok and we hung up. 

She came rolling in around 4:30. She said that Lucinda picked her up and they went to get another friend that lived about 20 minutes away. Then, after that friend finally got ready, they went to a bar that was about 20 minutes away from there. At this bar they met up with this guy and this girl that my wife's friend knew and decided to go to this bar/club that was about an hour away. The reason she got home so late was that they had to drop everyone off after leaving the club. Swore up and down that nothing happened but we had some great sex that night.

The second time, Lucinda was having a Halloween party. My wife decided that she wanted to go as something sexy, but she couldn't find a costume. So she made one. She decided she was going to be a little sprite. She made, out of felt, a short (super short, so short she could not bend over or her pussy would be on display) green micro-miniskirt, a really small, low-cut top (made so that when she moved a certain way you could see her tits in all their glory), green thigh-highs, and wings she borrowed from the friend. 

Again I made sure she knew that it was perfectly ok, and even wanted, for her to have a good time. My best friend and I had to work till 2 in the morning so I wasn't able to join her, but we did manage to stop by several times. The first few times we stopped by Lucinda and my wife came right outside and talked to us. As we got farther into the night they were getting progressively drunker. When we came by around 11, Lucinda came out and talked to us but my wife wasn't around. Lucinda was also drunk off her ass. We waited and talked to Lucinda for 5 minutes... 10 minutes... then we had to leave. 

I ended up ducking out of work about 1:15 or so, changed, and raced over to Lucinda's house. My wife was no longer in her costume, but was wearing pajama pants and a t-shirt. She was also totally trashed. There were two guys there that were just glaring daggers at me. Since the party was all wrapped up, I packed up my wife in my car and we left. I stopped at Jack in the Box for something to eat, and we went home. My wife ended up passing out on the couch. 

The next day I asked her what went on and she said, "Nothing really, but Andy saw my nipple rings once when I moved and asked to see them so I showed him real quick. And this other guy was flirting with me, but he was married and I didn't want to go there."

She had a little crush on Andy. Here she was a 30 year old married mom and she had this 18 year old in the Air Force hitting on her. I kept telling her that she should just do something with him. I found out a few weeks later, from Lucinda no less, that she had done more than just "show him real quick." She had taken him into Lucinda's bed room and shown him. This happened while my friend and I were there waiting for her. I just recently found out from Lucinda that they were in there for a pretty long time and she was pretty sure that more went on than "seeing nipple rings" and that she had been outside to stall me and my friend until my wife could get out there. The second guy who had been glaring daggers at me was just a putz.

One day, when the kids were at the parents', and I was nice and stoned, we were having a real marathon session. We were going at it forever, and during one break, I reached over and start strumming her clit. Being married, of course, I know exactly how to bring her to orgasm quickly. As she was nearing climax, I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Wouldn't you like it if Andy was doing this? Wouldn't you have liked it if Andy just took you in his arms when you showed him your nipple rings and started kissing you?" This just sent her over the edge and she started cumming. "Oh you liked that thought did you?" I continued, "Did you want him to fuck you that night? Did you want his big hard cock slamming into you?" In the throes of ecstasy, all she could do was moan yes over and over. She still swears up and down that nothing happened between her and Andy.

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A few more months went by and my wife decided that maybe she would try seeing what it would be like for her to sleep with another guy. We placed an ad on Adult Friend Finder, but of course we couldn't find the right guy, one that she found attractive. We even told a few of our closest female friends who were all for the idea, but no luck, until Lucinda started dating a guy who was into swinging. They decided to try out a swinger's club. They really liked it and had fun, so they took my wife and I there. We spent our time there having sex with each other because we couldn't find anyone that my wife was interested in having sex with.

My best friend, Brent, has always thought my wife was hot. At work, he would tell me about having wet dreams about my wife. As he tells me about dreaming about doing this and that to my wife, I can't very well tell him, "Damn, that sounds pretty hot. You should try it." 

One day my wife started flirting with him. Apparently, she was being pretty explicit in her flirting as well, because he was on the phone to me in seconds. I guess you can understand that phone call. "Hey man, your wife is flirting with me and she's telling me exactly what she wants me to do to her and her to me." 

"Well, man, you know, she is an adult, and is able to make her own choices." Needless to say, my friend was a little stunned, but he kept on flirting. 

Soon after, my wife told me that she was going to ask Brent to go with her to return a too-small corset she bought at the Hustler store in Hollywood a couple months before. Naturally, as soon as she told me this I was not only hard as a rock, but all for it. 

She planned her date, what they were going to do, what she was going to do, how far she was going to go, etc. The night before they were supposed to go out, another one of my wife's best friends, Jennifer, came over and helped my wife pick out what to wear. 

(A little sidebar here. Jenn is also one of my ex-girlfriends. She knows that my wife has permission to play and thinks that it is cool of me to do that.)

The two of them pawed through my wife's closet and my wife was trying on clothes and rejecting them and trying on more clothes. They even took the time to pick out the perfect pair of panties for my wife to wear. She ended up choosing black skin tight stretchy pants (She calls them her Britney pants because they make her ass look very good), a white tank top with no bra, and a pink and blue g-string that is really nothing more than a triangle of fabric covering her pussy and strings everywhere else. She looked really good. 

Since their date wasn't until around 8 in the evening, the night of the date she came home and took a nap; she was planning on staying up late. About 2 hours before the date she woke up and started getting ready. She showered and shaved her legs, underarms, and pussy, did her hair and makeup, and got dressed. Being the horndog that I am, I stood right there watching her as she was getting ready. She was finally ready, grabbed a couple condoms and put them in her purse, sat down to wait for him, and he knocked on the door. They left, went to Hustler Hollywood and returned the corset.

She started letting him know that he could have her if he wanted her. She had him pick out lingerie for her. He ended up picking out a bra and panty set, that I have to say looks pretty damn sexy on her. So after they finished up with their purchase at Hustler Hollywood she decided that she wanted him to take her to another store called the Pleasure Chest.

The Pleasure Chest is a sex toy store. Pretty much if you can think of the toy they most likely have it at this store. 

My wife had a silver bullet (vibrator) that she kept in her car. My wife would use this while she was driving because it was too difficult to use her fingers to masturbate. Well you guessed it: she wore out her original silver bullet. So when Brent and my wife got to the Pleasure Chest he asked what they were getting there. She told him that she wanted him to pick out a new vibrator for her. From what I understand he picked out some pretty nice ones. Thick ones. Long ones. Turns out he already knew what she liked. 

She finally found a new silver bullet and they bought that and left. They took their time coming home. While they were driving home she asked him if he wanted to see her new lingerie, then asked if he wanted to see her use the toy she just bought. 

This is where he dropped a bomb. He told her that since she was my wife he was really wigging out on the idea of doing anything with her. So he brought her home and dropped her off. She gave him a hug and a kiss goodbye and he went home. 

Oddly enough, after that he kept flirting with her every chance he got. My wife took this as that he was interested and wanted to but didn't have enough guts to try anything. 

He started coming over every Friday after that and the three of us would get drunk and play poker after we put the kids to bed. Many times I would also get stoned. So after about 5 weeks of doing this my wife finally decided that she was going to give up on him. She had worn very sheer tops without a bra, skirts with no panties, tight pants. She had teased him mercilessly. She had grabbed his cock through his pants, sat on his lap and wiggled around. You name it, she had done it, and Brent was being a total jackass and not going for it. My wife had done everything except walk into the room naked and ask him if he was going to fuck her or not. 

Reasonably, she decided she was going to try one last time and if he didn't take her up on it, then she would find someone else. So she put on a low cut top, that if she moved right you could see her tits, no bra, jeans, and a little yellow pair of panties. 

Brent came over, we set out the chips and the cards, then Brent started making margaritas. I'm guessing that Brent decided he was going to get drunk because he made the margaritas really strong. He put almost a quarter of a fifth of tequila into the first pitcher. 

We started playing cards. My wife kept flashing him, so pretty soon it was pretty apparent that Brent was sporting a pretty big hard on. At this point, we decided to take a break. Brent made another strong pitcher of margaritas, and the topic of conversation turned to my wife's nipple rings. Brent had always said that she's got more guts than him because he couldn't imagine ever doing anything like that just because of the pain involved alone. I remembered that Brent had never seen her nipple rings, so being the instigator that I am, I told my wife that she should show them to Brent. She agreed and pulled him back into our bedroom and whipped open her top and let him sit there and look at her tits for a good 5 minutes. 

While this was going on I was outside on the patio smoking a bowl. Eventually they came out, way too soon for anything to have happened except for maybe a little kissing or maybe him feeling up her boobs. By that point my wife was a little buzzed, Brent was downright drunk, and I was stoned and a little buzzed from beer. We were standing out on the patio smoking and we start talking about sex. To this day, I have no idea what we were talking about specifically. I just know the general topic was sex, and I know I mentioned things that my wife especially liked. If they hit it off, I wanted my wife to come with sore legs and having problems walking because she was fucked so well. All of a sudden, Brent said, "We have to talk about something else because I am way too horny."

Of course, me being me, I replied with "Well no one is stopping you from taking her somewhere and fucking her brains out." The conversation stopped dead at that point. We came back inside to play cards again. 

After we sat down, Brent looked at me and said "What do you mean I can go somewhere and fuck her brains out?" 

So I told him again, "Look you're horny. She just took you aside and showed you her tits. She's been telling you for weeks that she wants you to fuck her. No one is stopping you from going to a hotel and fucking her silly." Then I got up and went to the bathroom. 

While I was taking a piss, apparently he decided to finally see if she wanted to. He asked her "Do you want to take him up on it???"

I came back out, sat down, and we started playing cards. Only this time my wife wasn't paying attention at all. It got to be her turn, and she was just sort of staring off into space. 

"Are we still playing?" I asked. 

She said, "I'm sorry, I was thinking about something." 

A few minutes later, I got up to go take another piss. I had a lot of beer. When I came out of the bathroom, my wife was in the bedroom putting on her jacket, grabbing some lube, and some condoms. She came up to me and asked me, "Are you sure this is ok???" 

I about came in my pants because I knew at that point that my lovely wife was going to be getting some dick that was not mine. I said, "Yes, I'm sure. Yes, I want you to. I want you to go and have fun," and I kissed her. I even told her to pay for the hotel room. Around midnight, they left, and I was on the internet looking for someone to talk to within minutes of the door closing. I must have jerked off several times within the next couple of hours. 

According to my wife, they went to a hotel, and my wife, feeling bold, had Brent wait in the car and she went in to get a room. The clerk apparently knew what was up, after all it was slightly after midnight and there was my wife, wedding ring and all getting a room. She said that this made her feel really naughty. So the clerk told her to have fun, winked at her, and they set off for the room.

When they got to the room, my wife told Brent that she was going to "freshen up," and headed for the bathroom. When she came out in her bra and panties, Brent was sitting on the bed, naked as a jaybird, with a nice sized hard on. It was longer than mine, about 8 inches, but not as thick, and it bent toward the side.

She got on the bed and they started kissing. As they were kissing, he slid down and slowly removed her bra, then slowly slid her panties down and off her feet. He started moving back up while kissing and licking her legs, and when he got to her pussy, his tongue parted her smooth lips and went straight to her engorged clit. He flicked it with the tip of his tongue, then quickly sucked it up between his teeth. He kept this up until she came.

He came up next to her and wiped off his chin and face. They kissed for a little while longer, then she reached down and started giving him a handjob, my wife's specialty. 

Brent stopped her, confusing her for a moment, but then he put on a condom. He then pushed her back down on her back and got between her thighs. As he slid into her, the difference between how he felt and how I felt was a huge turn on for her. He slowly pushed his entire length into her until his pelvis was resting on hers, and then he bent down and kissed her again. While he was still in her, he rocked back so that he was sitting on his heels and while he was doing this he pulled her up so that her thighs were across his. Her hips and thighs were up on his and her head was down on the bed. Not too much of an angle but definitely some. Because of this position, even though her hips were up and everything was tilted downwards, when he thrust into her his cock would rub entirely along the top of the inside of her pussy. He held onto her hips with his hands and his thumbs were spread out so he could rub her clit at the same time. He would thrust into her deeply and sort of fast. She came like this twice before he switched positions on her again.




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He pulled out of her and moved her legs so that her ankles were on his shoulders and quickly slid his cock into her so that it was resting on her cervix. He was almost thrusting his cock exactly straight at the mattress. It made for a very hard and fast fuck, and my wife goes wild when a guy's cockhead slams into her cervix. He was pumping into her like a madman and she could feel him swell up as he was getting ready to cum, and that set her off again. Even though he was wearing a condom she could feel his cum spurt out of his dick. After they were done, they laid there for a few minutes and ended up drifting off to sleep.

The whole time they were out, I was jerking off like crazy. I had already came twice and was getting a little tired, so I laid down on the couch and took a nap. At two the phone rang. Sure enough, it was her. She wanted to know if she could spend the night with Brent.

If she called me up today and asked if I minded if she spent the night with someone I would be all for it, but that night I wanted to have sex with my wife. Better yet, I needed to have sex with my wife, so I told her that I wanted some too and she had to come home.

When she called me, Brent was in the bathroom. He came out naked, and my wife was still naked on the bed, so they decided to go again. While my wife was out she had no less than 8 orgasms.

My wife came home at 4 in the morning and right away it was everything I ever wanted. Her hair was messed up. Her clothes were wrinkled. Her makeup was smudged. I watched her and Brent give each other a goodnight kiss, with tongue, so passionate I thought they might leave again. 

She came in and started getting naked as soon as the door was closed. I got her in the bedroom, on the bed, and the first thing I did was start eating her pussy. It was incredible. Her pussy was the wettest I have ever seen it. She was so wet that her thighs were wet and her ass crack was wet.

While I was going down on her she started telling me what happened. Finally she told me she couldn't wait anymore and pulled me up and I slid right into her freshly fucked pussy. It was heaven. She was so wet it took hardly any effort to move. As she was telling me about what happened she got to the part where he had her ankles on his shoulders and was just fucking her so that he could cum. This is what set me off, knowing that my sexy wife made another guy cum with her pussy was just too much.

After that, we took a quick break to smoke a cigarette. While we were smoking my wife kept fingering her clit and pussy under her robe, and this was on our back patio where if any one walked by they could tell what she was doing.

After smoking we went back to our room and ended up going at it two more times. In one night my wife ended up having no less than 12 orgasms. 

They ended up together a few more times after this but ultimately, Brent wasn't aggressive enough for my wife. She would tell him that what she really wanted was to be pushed up against the wall and kissed, then dragged off to the bedroom for passionate sex. As she put it to me, she had me to make love to, anyone else she just wanted to fuck. 

Shortly after Brent and my wife's fling ended, I ended up getting her pregnant so we have taken a bit of a break, but hopefully we'll be back into it soon. Then I'll have more stories for you.