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Visions

By: spacemanspiff_11



She walked into her building, and sighed heavily. She set her purse and keys down on the table, and moved slowly through the apartment. She gazed into the living room, and looked around, her eyes finally catching the laptop. A sly smile crossed her mouth as she thought about her latest cyber session. Maybe having no boyfriend was good right now, as it allowed her to masturbate freely wherever the mood struck. And last night happened to be the couch in front of the fireplace. She walked into the living room, and flipped open the lip, exposing the screen. 

She was still logged into her instant messenger application, and it showed him offline. She sat back into the couch, and her mind started to drift. Dumping her live-in boyfriend, although it had not been easy, had been necessary, and the breakup had been painful. Over two years of time wasted with someone that had taken her trust and violated it. It had not been easy to recover from that. She had not wanted to date at all after that, instead she was just happy to let her dreams take control of her sex life. 

Glancing back down at the screen, she wished he would show, knowing he was traveling today, knowing that he would not show. She closed her eyes and thought about him, him of the knowing words. Wanting to read some erotica, she found an adult story site. She perused through a couple of stories, and desperate for real interaction, decide to check out the chat side of the site. And there she had met him.

She had floated through the rooms, and just watched for a while. She took the time to scan the user profiles. No one caught her eye, and she was content to watch the interaction in the room for a bit. And then he came in.

Everyone greeted him enthusiastically, and he was very polite in return. His nick was non-sexual-- another plus-- and she read his profile carefully, trying to gain more knowledge of him silently. She eased herself into the conversation, and finally got up the nerve to send him a private message. To her surprise, he responded. Their conversation lasted long into the night, and they talked about everything but sex. This made for a long day at work for her, but it was well worth it. He was cordial, polite, and had a great personality, tied with a sense of humor that she found irresistible. They had traded email addresses before she had left, and the two had talked ever since. 

She had not thought that cybering would be much fun, but a week later he had that thought erased from her brain. His words and her fingers combined to bring an orgasm that soaked the couch and made her vision turn silver with pleasure. She was panting, just staring at the screen, wondering how he coaxed it out of her. None of her last three boyfriends could do anything remotely like that. Each cyber session was good, expanding on what each other knew, and always left her selfishly wanting the real thing with him. 

And she sighed again. She knew where he lived, and that was only one of the limitations. He was a very private person. He did not want to talk on the phone. Nor did he want to give his physical address. His tendency towards secrecy annoyed her, but she did not press. She loved the fact that he made her heart dance. Based on his description, he was not perfect. He was blond, and most guys she was attracted to had dark hair. He also didn’t drink coffee, or smoke, which were her two biggest vices. But she loved chatting with him, and since she had only his typed words, she could live with his imperfections.

She walked into the bedroom, and sat down on the bed. She brought her feet up, one by one, and kicked off the heels she had been wearing. Rising, she unbuckled the belt, and slid it out, placing it on top of her dresser. Watching herself in the mirror, she unfastened her pants, and pushed them over her hips. They slid down her long legs, and she stepped from them, and bent to pick them up. The slacks were thrown into a corner, and her sweater followed them. The bra and panties ended up on top of the small pile, and she entered the bathroom.

She turned on the hot water, and let the steam build before opening the shower curtain. Her head slid under the shower, and the hot water soaked her hair, cascading down her body. Her skin slowly warmed under the water. She started with her hair. Her slim fingers gently massaged her scalp as the shampoo was pushed through her hair. She rinsed slowly, loving the feeling of the hot water pulsating through her hair. She ran her fingers through the mop of brown hair as the water beat into it. 

Her hair finished, she turned her attention to her body. The scent of lilacs permeated the shower as she opened the body wash bottle. She soaped her body leisurely, her hands running slowly over her curves. She moved under the water again, rinsing the body wash from her. She let the hot water beat down her body again, just relishing the feeling the water provided.

She chuckled to herself as she exited the shower. How could an attractive thirty-year-old woman be home at seven pm on a Friday night? She almost laughed out loud. Screw it, she thought. She had her little cyber friend who made time for her a couple of times a week. He was smarter and more caring than the last three guys she had dated. And she really liked him. And what else was there, really?

She shut off the water, and carefully stepped out of the shower. She reached for a large terrycloth towel, and started drying off. She glanced into the mirror as the towel followed the curves of her body. She was attractive, her body firm. Why couldn’t she attract a guy like Dean in real life? She looked into the mirror, examining her face. Her green eyes stared back at her. No, there was absolutely nothing wrong with her. She had just been with the wrong guy, and her eyes told her mind that everything would be fine. She grabbed a towel, and gently patted the water from her body. She then took the towel and wrapped her hair in it. Reaching behind the door, she grabbed the one gift she would not give back to her ex-boyfriend. It was a large, heavy terrycloth robe. He had bought it for her on their first trip together, and she had grown to cherish the way it felt against her skin. 

She glided into the living room, selected a book from the shelf, and sat down on the couch, facing the empty fireplace. With her feet curled underneath her and the robe tightened around her, she listened to the wind beat against the building. Boston in the winter could be an unforgiving place. She reminded herself to think happy thoughts, and glanced one more time at the laptop. Still was not there. She knew he was traveling, and she hated him for it. 

Safe from the wind and snow outside, she began to read. Within ten minutes, her eyes grew heavy, and she leaned against the side of the couch, trying not to fall asleep. The wind was howling outside, driving the falling snow against the windows. She pulled the robe tighter around her body, and just gazed at the laptop. Her eyelids were growing heavier with each passing minute. She fought it the best she could, but sleep took over and she slowly nodded off, the book lying against her as the last waking moments began to disappear.

Her eyes gradually opened, and she gazed at the clock on the mantle. Ten o’clock. Great, she thought to herself. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she unhurriedly stretched, her muscles tight, rebelling against the movement. Looking at the clock again, she noticed a candle next to it. A lit candle. And more scattered about the living room. A small fire was in the fireplace, gently crackling as it consumed the small pile of wood in there. She blinked her eyes, and rubbed them, trying to focus. 

She sat upright, looking feverishly around the room for a sign of what might be going on. One of the chairs, normally placed near the couch, was sitting by the hearth, facing her, and someone was sitting in it. She wanted to move, but was frozen. She could only make out his right arm, placed on the armrest. It was muscular, and lightly tanned. The hand at the end looked big and strong. Her eyes followed it up, and there, in the light of the fire, wrapping around the bicep, was a tattoo. A tattoo, so unique, so definitive, it could only be one person. Her breath hitched, and her eyes grew wide at the thought. And then he stood up, and took a step towards her. 

That one step brought him into the light. He was clean-shaven, his face tanned, and a mop of tousled blond hair was picking up rays of light from the fire. Her gaze moved down his body. His chest strained against the tee shirt he was wearing. She rose, and saw he was taller than her. Her eyes followed his body back up to his face; her head tilting back to take him in. His eyes were the deepest blue she had ever seen. She found herself just staring at them, lost for a bit while she tried looking into his soul.

“Dean?” Her voice was barely audible, a breathless whisper.

And he smiled. A warm one, and between the smile and his eyes, she felt her knees get weak. And he extended his hand. She placed her hand in his and they moved together. His hand was warm, covering hers completely. And it felt so right. She looked up, into his eyes, wanting to hear his voice so much. 

“Dean? Is it really…?” His finger pressed gently against her lips, cutting off the rest of the question. 

Both of his hands cupped her cheeks, warm against her skin, and tilted her face gently towards his. He leaned down slightly, and their lips met. Gently at first, just tasting each other. The kiss grew more passionate, their tongues intertwining, probing. Her arms slid around him, feeling him, feeling the muscles in his back move underneath the shirt. 

He let go of her face, and she felt his hands caressing her back through the terrycloth. One hand moved higher, and pulled the towel from her head, allowing her light brown hair to cascade across her shoulders. Her breath was already coming faster. 

He stepped into her and they both sat down on the couch. She lay back, and his body covered hers. Her robe fell open, and his hands moved casually over her skin. She gasped when he touched her, dredging feelings that had been coaxed for the last six months. Her hands fumbled around his waistband, pulling at the tee shirt, needing to feel his skin. Getting the bottom out, she awkwardly pulled it over his head. Free of his shirt, she pressed against him, drawing him down to her. His arms were thick, the skin stretched tightly over the muscle. Her hands moved over them, down to his chest. She leaned up towards him, and they kissed again, a slow long kiss that left her head spinning when he broke it.

He lifted himself from her slightly, and let his free hand caress her stomach, causing her muscles to twitch uncontrollably as his hand slid lower. She instinctively spread her legs when his hand found its way between them. Her desire pushed her hips up and towards his hand. One finger slipped between her, pushing gently into her. She gasped, and pulled his face to hers again, kissing him hungrily. The finger withdrew, and slowly circled her clit, pressing it gently, and she suddenly shuddered against him.  

His mouth left her lips, gently sliding down her neck, never losing contact with her skin. His mouth skimmed slowly down her body until his lips reached her nipple and began to suck at it gently. Her nipple grew hard as he swirled it around in his mouth, rolling it over his tongue, scraping his teeth gently over the sensitive tip. Her clit throbbed as she imagined the path his mouth would take. Her hands pushed into his silky hair, holding him to her breast as her excitement built. Her nipple slowly slid out of this mouth as his journey continued down her body, his tongue leaving a wet trail as it slid bit by bit down her stomach. Her muscles danced under the almost tickling touch, and a low groan escaped her throat. His tongue finally reached her center, and she shivered as he tasted her. His tongue played, circling her clit, pressing it, pushing into her. Her head tossed side to side, hair covering her face. His tongue was so hot it felt like it would surely burn her if it stayed in any one spot too long. She felt like she never wanted him to stop, but at the same time she was almost desperate to feel him deep inside her.

She pulled him back up to her, and her hands shot to his belt, fumbling, trying to stare into his eyes, while removing the constraints that hid him from her. He gazed into her eyes as her hands opened the front of his pants, and quickly pushed them down. He leaned in again, and kissed her hard, while they both awkwardly slid the pants and boxers down. His weight pressed against her again, and she reached between them, feeling his cock growing in her hand. She loved the feel of him - like steel wrapped in satin. She wrapped her legs around his and guided him into her. His hips pushed gently at first, and her breath caught as he penetrated her. God, the feeling of being entered, his cock slowly opening her wide, felt like the most exquisite torture. She wanted to beg him to move harder, faster, and yet at the same time his slow, calculated movements were causing butterflies to flutter madly in her belly. She instinctively arched her back, pressing her hips against his, and her legs tightened around him, pulling him deeper into her. That feeling was building faster than she had ever felt before. All of her senses seemed unnaturally sharp. Shadows and firelight danced over his smooth, bronzed shoulders. The scent of him - clean, male sweat, desire, all overlaid with the faint hint of soap - was intoxicating. She licked his neck with the tip of her tongue, enjoying the salty-sweet taste of his skin. The feel of his cock scraping over her clitoris with each progressively more powerful thrust was turning the butterflies in her stomach into a ball of molten lava. The feeling was growing stronger with each of his thrusts. She was moaning, panting heavier as his cock plunged into her, and retreated, over and over. Her body was growing hotter, tighter, as if every nerve ending was alive and reaching out for more. For him.

She felt unbelievably alive. Her body was teetering on the hard edge of the orgasm. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mind filled only with the sensations he was provoking. She was bucking underneath him, squeezing his shoulders in time with her speeding pulse. She cried out with each stroke, tremblingly close to the edge. Teasingly, he slowed his pace, dragging out the moment of release. Her mouth pressed against his neck, trying to drown out her cry of protest, knowing that each second of prolonged tension would only make the final release more intense. Each stroke rubbed her clit like wet velvet, until her nerves overloaded, her back arched, and every muscle went rigid. Her juices coated his cock in a long, blindingly hot orgasm. She cried out again, fingers threading through his silky hair, tugging him down to her for a tongue twisting, hot, wet kiss. Her pussy tightened on his cock, needing to feel him come inside her. 

His cock began to move faster, and their hips began to slap together. She groaned with every thrust, urging him on. Her unbending body molded to him, coaxing him to release. She was reckless with pleasure, needing to feel and taste him everywhere. The flames glimmered off of their bodies, covered in a sheen of sweat. Her muscles pulled at him, her desire to pleasure him was intense. Her cravings were taking over her body. She could feel every vein pulsating inside her. He was throbbing inside of her. Every thrust was bringing him nearer. Her legs wrapped around him tightly, desperately trying to hold him deep in her. Her arms felt his body growing rigid, knowing it was near. She felt the rumbling from deep within, and then the first jet exploded into her, followed by subsequent others. The hot fluid splashed into her as she screamed out. She kissed him hard, feeling him quivering as his orgasm subsided. 

He broke the kiss, lifted his head, and just gazed into her eyes. She looked back into his, those pools of blue, losing herself for what seemed forever. He broke the stare, and slowly rose. He walked over to the chair under her watchful eye, and returned to the couch with her favorite quilt. He smiled, his eyes sparkling at her, and patted the spot next to him. She rotated so that she was sitting up, and leaned into him. He dutifully covered her with the quilt, and let her snuggle against him. She took a moment to nuzzle him, taking in the feel of his skin, his warmth, his smell. Her heart was pounding as she ran her hands over his body. Her hands progressively moved over him, taking in every curve. Her heart was slowing, but she was still dizzy with delight. A smile leisurely formed on her lips, and she hugged him even tighter. She lifted her head and looked at him. The flames flickering in the fireplace were dancing on his face, causing his eyes to sparkle even more.

“Dean? How, I mean, thought you were traveling, how do…..” His finger pressed against her mouth again, and her eyes looked into his for an answer. 

He guided her to his shoulder again and just smiled, not saying a word. She obliged, resting against him, feeling safe and content to be near him. She slowly drifted off, her body pressed against his, as the fire gradually burned itself out. 

She woke the following morning, and glanced around. She had been lying on the couch, by herself. She was still wearing her robe, and was covered by the quilt. 

“Dean?”

No answer. She glanced around, and rose from the couch. 

“Dean? Where are you?”

Silence. She walked into the kitchen, then the bedroom. No sign of him anywhere. She padded back into the living room, wrapping the quilt around her tightly, and that is when she looked into the fireplace.

It was clean.

She stared at it. No wood, no ashes. Her eyes flashed around the room. 

No candles anywhere either. 

She sat back down on the couch, and stared at the fireplace for a long time. Had it been a dream? No, couldn’t have been. What had happened the night before was real. Had to have been. But no sign of him? Her brow furrowed, and she gazed into the fireplace again. No evidence of a fire. She slumped back into the couch. Her mind was racing now. If it was not a dream, where was he? Where were the candles, and ashes? 

She sighed to herself, knowing she probably had the most real dream a person could experience. She rose, moving into the kitchen, and started a pot of coffee. She was just lighting a cigarette, when she heard her laptop beep. Probably a friend signing on IM she thought. Another beep a minute later told her she had a message. She crushed her cigarette out, and poured a cup of coffee. A minute later she moved back into the living room, and glanced at the screen. She did have a message. It was from Dean. She smiled as she opened it, wanting to tell him about her dream. 

She suddenly gasped, and the cup of coffee slipped out of her hand, smashing against the hardwood floor, spraying her feet with the hot liquid. She hadn’t felt it, as she was reading the message over and over again.

“Hi Alli….Hope you had fun last night. Dean ;)”

Visions



This is the first piece of erotic literature that I ever wrote. It was for a friend who was doing a written art piece on the vagina and she wanted me to write something for her. Most people who have ever read it were surprised by the ending as they assumed her lover was a man. I hope you enjoy it as much as you have my other submissions.

Keep reading, writing, and voting.

Thanks

Shaved_wench 

Vision One

Facing the mirrored door I remove my clothes. The tiny strip of white seemingly transparent against the dark mound that it covers. Stray, curly hairs escape beneath the elastic tickling my inner thighs. Sitting on the bed, I spread my legs. My vagina looks dark and mysterious, a mass of tangled hair, poking through the thin material, peeking around the edges. I pull the material taut and a glimpse of flesh can be seen. My lips are poking prominently against the silky patch of my panties. The wider I spread my legs the smaller the panties get till hair and flesh can be seen creeping underneath the elastic. I stand and remove my panties... hair springs to life like a caged monster released from captivity. I part the hair and can see the pale skin beneath the hair... the stark contrast of black and white... negative and positive space. 

The request runs through my head. The need to explore more. Sit... spread legs... more flesh is revealed Lips almost pouting in expression. Hair growing sparse as I run my finger down my pouting lips and spread them wide with my fingers. Even here there are wayward wanderers. They blanket my wondrous little nub hidden between my supple pink lips. They dance around my womanly hole, like Indian princesses gathering the wet dew that leaks from within. A subtle expression of my excitement knowing the act that I am about to perform to please you. 

Vision Two

Sitting on the ledge of the sunken tub facing the mirrored wall, materials needed lined in a row beside me, like instruments for a surgical procedure. An operatic transformation. Small blue handled scissors, pink plastic razor, a can of shaving cream for sensitive skin, round hand mirror, white fluffy wash cloth and towel. The request flutters once through my mind as I spread the towel in the empty tub between my legs and pick up the blue handled scissors. My hands take a clump of curly hair and the scissors move to the base... Snip! 

Multiple snips later... 34 years of growth lie on the white towel and flesh not seen since early puberty is exposed. I spread my lips, nub clearly visible I rub it bringing dew from my watering hole. My Indian princesses now merely black dots on pink flesh can't catch and hold it, so it travels down my fleshy vagina, resting wetly on my seated bottom. Reaching down I gather the towel by the four corners and fold it to remove it from the tub. Rushing hot water quickly replaces it and the white fluffy wash cloth becomes a floating raft. Picking up the hot cloth, squeezing excess water out of the steaming rag, I quickly lay it on my nearly bare mound and upturned lips. The touch spreads like fire as it warms and softens my remaining stubble. Squeezing a small mound of shaving cream into my hand, I spread it thickly over my mound, as I pick up the pink razor and in one single upward swipe deathly pale flesh shines through, I finger it feeling the smoothness. I continue until my mound resembles the smooth flesh of my adolescence years. More foamy and a few more careful swipes and my outer lips are fully exposed. I use the small round mirror to get a closer look at my puffy pink lips devoid of any hair.

Using a very sparse amount of shaving cream I spread my outer lips, rubbing a thin coat on the wet pinkness around my nub and up and down my slit all the way to my tight puckered hole. I pull my left inner lip to the right taut and slowly and gingerly shave the hair from it, repeating the entire procedure on the right. Scooting down until I’m barely sitting on the edge of the tub, I spread my cheeks with one hand, then, more by feel than seeing I shave all around my rosebud. Almost finished... I shave around my hole, removing all traces of my Indian princesses. A quick shower rinses all remaining residue away. Drying off the cool air hits my shaved vagina and the baby oil I smooth on makes it glisten. I pick up the small round mirror and admire my new vagina.


Vision Three

As I gaze into the mirror the sexy white panties appear less transparent. She appears around the corner of the door... asking if I am finished with my task. I nod my head and she walks over hooks her thumbs into my panties pulling them down over my firm ass and rounded hips. I hear her gasp as she pushes me back onto the bed... pushing my legs up exposing my smooth vagina. She uncontrollably licks her lips as she gazes at me... bare like a child... but the body of a woman. She slides a finger down my slit parting my smooth... plump... pink outer lips. She parts the thin bright pink inner lips and pulls them back over my outer lips like butterfly wings. My rose colored nub waits for her touch... she suckles it and tremors flood my inner regions. 

The inner walls of my vagina are a vivid pink she tells me... as she traces her tongue down one side and up the other causing me to shiver. Beautiful escapes almost silently from her lips much like the whisper soft touch of her finger sliding up and down my naked slit. She takes one lip into her mouth, thin as a wafer and suckles it, licks at it in her mouth. She does the same with the other... then takes both into her mouth. She flicks over my nub again with the bottom of her tongue moving her tongue up and down, back and forth, across and across my clit, from the small base half lost in the junction of my lips to the thicker bit near the tip, then over the button of the tip half sheltered by its tiny hood of skin... my body quivers... juices flow from my bare honey pot. She licks, sucks totally absorbed in my vagina. Her tongue enters my hot cunt searching for the sweet nectar my body is ready to give up. 

And it flows... no Indian princesses to stop the flow and my new vagina experiences its first orgasm.



Visions



*By K. Scholessinger for my Liebling*

I smile as you wrap your arms around me, drawing me close into your warm, loving embrace. I lean into you, breathing in your scent, that which is distinctly you. It's a very masculine scent, with an underlying sweetness that drives me insane. I can't get enough of you, no matter how hard I try to resist.

Your lips cover mine, our tongues tangoing together, fighting for dominance. Bu it's never about control...it's about wanting to show the other how much we love. It's a sweet fight that I don't mind losing, but I always put up a valiant effort to impress you.

Your hands fall to my waist, settling on my slim hips. I'm too thin for my own good, but I don't care...Especially not in these situations. I love the way I fit against you and I wouldn't change that for the world. Not when we're like two pieces of a puzzle come together.

I suddenly find myself on my back as you push me against the mattress. Your lips move from mine to my throat, trailing warm kisses down my sensitive flesh. It makes me shiver and a slight moan escapes my mouth. You smile into my neck and bite lovingly at my Adam's apple.

I can feel my hips start to writhe restlessly as your lips move lower, seeking out the flesh of my chest and stomach. I whine a little, desperately craving something more intimate, more wanton. These small kisses are like tiny deaths, each one shocking my system and making me want you with a passion I was unaware I possessed. 

You slowly divest me of my clothing, from my black jeans with ancient holes worn into them to the dark maroon of my tee-shirt. Before long, I lay before you, naked and vulnerable. 

I have never let anyone see me this way. Never in all my life. I don't usually trust people and I find the thought of baring myself disturbing. But with you, I feel safe. Your eyes rove over my pale skin and I feeling nothing but love. I feel safe within your presence.

You pull your own shirt over your head and I hasten to help remove your pants. I watch each piece of your own skin come into view and my body starts humming in anticipation of contact.

When you're completely bare, I press my hips to yours, feeling our erections pressing to each other. It makes me gasp, my head falling back slightly. Even that small touch sends heated desire straight through every nerve in my body.

You laugh breathlessly in my ear. "You want it already?"

I nod, my skin flushed. I can't help that you drive me crazy. I can't help that I want you more than anything I've ever wanted before. I desperately need you and I don't want to wait for it any longer than I must!

But you're the more level-headed of us. You reach down and gently tease at my opening with soft fingers. I groan and try to press them into me, but you resist. This is something you insist on.

"I won't hurt you just because you're so passionate. Let me get you ready, hunny."

I pause at that. I love that nickname and when you call me that, I'm yours to command. I try to relax my hips and nod, looking up into your eyes. 

"All right..."

You reach over to the nightstand, opening the drawer and fishing around in it for a moment. You produce a small bottle of lotion from within and draw it out, opening the top as you do so.

You squeeze a little onto your fingers and move them back to me, softly but insistently prodding until one slides into me. I gasp again and my hips buck from the subtle intrusion. You hold me down, letting a second finger join the first, thrusting insistently.

I writhe beneath the ministrations, wanting it so much. One of your fingertips brush against that small bundle of nerves inside and I cry out, my hips bucking hard into the mattress as I see bright white lights in front of my eyes. 

"Please...Please, Liebling, stop teasing me..." I stammer out, feeling my whole body tremble at the thought of being filled by you.

You nip and kiss at the back of my neck, your free arm wrapped around my waist. Your fingers delve into me again and again and you seem to have taken no notice of my words. 

I can feel the end coming and I don't want it to be like this. I need to come with you; I need to feel you within me at the end. It's the one thing I truly, completely want.

I push your hand away with a firmness that surprises us both. I turn and pull your cock from against the nest of pubic hair at your groin. It's already erect and it makes me shudder from the sheer size of it. I can't wait to have it in me...

You start to protest as I stroke you gently, my hand moving along the shaft with care. I silence you with a deep kiss as I stroke the slit with my thumb, making your hips buck to me a little. A small amount of moisture forms beneath my fingertips and I use it to coat the head.

I move, almost cat-like, languorously opening my legs as I shift over you, straddling you. I stroke you still, though now I do so blindly. I break the kiss, sitting up for better contact, sliding my palm against the pulsing vein along the side. My eyes meet yours and I can see your desire reflected in them.

You've been putting me off for far too long, mein Lieb...I can see an animal lurking behind those half-closed eyes. An animal that wants nothing more than to claim me. I want it as well. 

I raise my hips, pressing your cock head to my opening. You growl as you nudge against me. I'm biding my time, pressing down on you with very little pressure. I'm delaying the moment as long as I can, driving myself wild.

But I'm driving you wild as well and you're done with my teasing. You want it just as much as I do, if not more. Your hands come to rest on my hips and you pull me down so that you're suddenly completely seated within me.

I cry out, mostly in shock as I feel your girth fill me, the heat of the silken skin pushing my own inner inferno to more intense heights. My hips writhe as I try to get comfortable with this new sensation, my breath catching in my throat.

You give me a moment to adjust, and then begin thrusting, soft and shallow at first. You begin to gain momentum and slide as deeply as you can into me, grunting quietly in the back of your throat as you move your hips into my tightness.

I am tight...I know I am. This is the first time I've ever been with another man. It's as good as I thought...no...Better than I thought. Better because it's you.

I manage to shift a little and your thrusts get harder as you hold my hips, pulling me onto your length and then back up again. I come down hard each time, the action eliciting sharp gasps and aroused moans from me.

But I can tell this is a position that is hard for you to fuck me in. It doesn't give you much leverage and I sense your frustration. I slide off of you, letting that treasure of manliness slip from me. You give me a very puzzled, slightly alarmed look.

I kiss you gently on the lips and then turn over onto my hands and knees, offering myself to you again. You don't hesitate, moving forward onto your own knees, gripping your massive erection in your hand.

I feel you slide into me again and I pitch forward a little, letting out a low moan as I do so. Your arm comes around my waist, pulling me back to you as your hips begin a new assault against mine.

The only sound in the room is the steady slap-slap! of your balls smacking against my arse. It's one of the most erotic sounds I know of and, coupled with the feel of it against my flesh, it's quickly bringing me to my ruin. I know I'll shatter when we come, but I want to be shattered by you. I want to break in your arms and let you put me back together again with your gentle touch and sweet words. 

You nip my throat and shoulder, driving yourself deeply in each and every time. I feel your cock brush against that place within again and I arch my back, mewling loudly, my cry strangled with lust.

Oh how I've wanted this! How I've wanted to feel you like this! And it's absolute heaven! 

My breath is now sobbing, my own cock hardening painfully at the sheer pleasure you're wracking my body with. I begin to reach down to touch myself, but you bat my hand away, enclosing your own fingers around my hot member.

You start to fist me in rhythm to your thrusts and it's maddeningly exquisite. I have never felt this good and I know no one will ever make me feel like you do. You seem to know every place on my body that drives me insane, every erogenous zone I possess and you're using it to your advantage.

It doesn't take me long before I'm crying out loudly, coming fiercely into your hand, on the sheets. I feel my whole body tighten with the orgasm and I fight to breathe, enveloped in warm release like golden sunlight. My back arches as I push back to you, desperate to drive you further into me to heighten my pleasure, and yours.

I hear you groan behind me, your neck sinking into my shoulder as you come as well. I feel the hot wetness of your cum as it hits my inner walls and I gasp. It's a strange feeling, but I love it and I want more of it!

I flex my muscles a bit, milking you of every last drop. You're panting hard, your forehead against my shoulder blade, your body deliciously limp against mine.

As you pull out of me, you press feverish kisses down my spine, to the small of my back. I feel your tongue trace patterns over my skin and my heart jumps to my throat when I realize that you're tracing my tattoo, my rose with barbed wire. It makes me blush for some odd reason and I hide my face in my pillow.

I hear you laugh and you gently press me so that I turn over, onto my back. I look up into your eyes, knowing my own are a cesspool of ice blue, tinged with dark from the pleasure. You lean down and kiss my lips, tugging lightly on one of my lip rings with your teeth.

"I love you, hunny...Love you so much..."

I smile and truly feel loved for the first time in my life. I wrap my arms around you and pull you close to me so that your head is over my still pounding heart.

"I love you too, Liebling...I love you too..." I murmur.

I close my eyes and let sleep come to claim me. In my mind's eye, my dreams are filled with you and visions of love. 

THE END



Visions



The Dress 

I had often been asked to accompany her on "decision" trips to the store. These outings were of use to her in validating an item of clothing or accessory that her inner shame told her she wasn't worthy of enjoying. She could never be good enough or pretty enough in her eyes but to me she was gorgeous, clothed or not. I had loved this woman for more than half my lifetime. Everything about her, her warmth and compassion to the downtrodden was a welcome beacon shining among a world that had become too harsh for our liking. For my part these small vacations from the day to day were enjoyable mostly for the chance to see her in something newly spectacular. Generally I agreed with her choices and as she valued not only my opinion but also recognized my taste in what looked good on her, the outcome was usually agreeable. 

We had a couple of important events coming up and had gone through the usual back and forth over whether she needed something new to wear. She had mentioned this particular item would be perfect for the little get together on the next Friday evening and I knew that the initial description told me this particular dress was something I knew I would want to see. My motivations in these visits were certainly complicated. The desire to see her happy had always been a driving factor, always seeming to fulfill a basic personal need in me in some small way, but in truth it was just for the chance to see her glow. 

The appointed hour came; we met around five in the afternoon haze and took her car up the freeway toward our destination. Sometimes a frugal shopper, she could spot a bargain anywhere and always made any item look like it cost tenfold what she had paid for it. The store was quiet; the ladies working there were pleasant, not overdressed and not overly attractive. This was going to be easy, my companion already had the edge in lighting up that room. She was nearing sixty yet had the body of a much younger woman and the too often hidden personality of a talk show host. The confidence that had been stolen from her had nullified any prospect of her being able to pursue such well-suited career choices. Sacrificing career for raising two wonderful children had taken more of her self than anyone deserved, but to me she was simply the best at whatever she decided to do. 

I made my well rehearsed introductions to the store ladies with a customary little joke about not knowing who this woman were and I always knew that the slight foreign accent would work its charm and I would be accepted into that inner circle so often dominated by the opposite sex. Once the early formalities were complete, one of the pleasant ladies brought out the items in question from that secret place where they keep on-hold requests and handed them to my companion. I was summoned or if that is too harsh a word, beckoned toward the changing room area and relegated to enduring that uncomfortable moment when the decision whether to accompany her into this inner sanctum or to sit on the usually sparse seating available had to be made. My basic instinct is always to go in if at all possible to witness the undressing and redressing this entails; I have always found pleasure in observing the inherent beauty of this wonderful creature undertaking such intimate actions. 

On this occasion however, the available seating was a long chaise type bench with a small pillow that was conveniently propped against a steel pillar. It was perfect for relaxing and trying one's best to look nonchalant in dark glasses anticipating the mystery of what would soon appear from behind the slightly translucent curtain. I had been in these situations many times before and had usually been pleasantly surprised or excited by the vision that emerged. It was easy to tell what looked good on someone with such perfect figure; shape has everything to do with fashion and hers made most things look better than they often deserved. A few minutes past, then out from the muted light of the changing room came, "The Dress." 

I had constructed in my mind some preconceived ideas of what this particular dress would be like. Any time there is talk of "fitted" and "full-length zippers", imaginations are bound to set the deepest erotic zones of the mind into full racing mode. There were two color choices to be made and it was left to pure chance and her choice, which one was to see the brighter more piercing and revealing light of the mirrored area first. As the curtain parted, my heart beat a little faster as the vision that unfolded in front of me set off a series of thoughts and emotions that made me sit up from my comfortable slouch and compelled my eyes to gaze a little longer and deeper upon the beauty of the form before me. 

When we arrived she had worn black exercise leggings and athletic shoes, the leggings well fitted of course and she had brought other shoes that would better show the dress in its rightful context. She wore the dark choice first and I knew right away that I didn't need to see the lighter one. I gazed from the floor up, noting the smooth white outline of her calf muscles being pulled taut by the higher heels. The perfect length, the clinging of the soft cloth to her body was intoxicating. In a word it was stunning. That was a word I had often used before but this truly lived up to the description, vivid colors on the front and back that popped out in a burst of joy and enough solid black down the sides to accentuate the acute elegance of her curved outline. 

We went through the usual "what do you think" chat but I don't know if I even heard what she said, I knew this would be the one. As I said before, there were two choices and so we had to go through the formalities of seeing the lighter color and so the exquisite vision disappeared again into the inner sanctum to return wearing a much lighter version of the same dress. This is where it always gets tricky; especially if one knows her initial preference is for the one you don't favor. Sometimes one might be tempted to tell a little white lie in order to ingratiate and curry favor that might be expected to return rewards later. Not this time, I knew. 

I loved this dress but it simply had to be in the darker and splashier color that became so much a part of her that it looked like it just, well... belonged. I asked to see the original again; she obliged and once more emerged from the shadowy light of the dressing room. This time my eyes were drawn to that indelible part of my preconceptions, the full-length frontal zipper. Erotic thoughts were now dominating my senses and it took all my effort to somehow rationally explain my preference for this particular one. 

The store ladies whispered in admiration as my companion posed and preened in the mirror holding her head slightly askew so as to observe from all the right angles. There was perhaps a need for a little alteration in the bust area and so a smaller size, albeit in a different color, was tried on and this made the fit even more stunning and murmurs of approval could be heard among the other ladies in the store. So that was it, she ordered the smaller size in the darker color and it would be delivered in time for the first event that the new garment was to be put into use. 

The Party 

It was to be an informal gathering of about fifteen or so to celebrate the graduation of her good friend's daughter from college. They had stayed in touch all these years and although we moved in different circles, we always managed to enjoy these soirees. We decided I would be designated driver and we would get a cab home if needed. It doesn't take much these days to get a little tipsy and my thought was that it would be good for her if she let her hair down a bit. 

She had taken the usual time to get ready, makeup painstakingly applied with her hair in rollers sitting in her pink robe at the dressing area of our master bathroom. Of course I was ready in less than half the time but that had never bothered me before, it gave me the opportunity to watch as the wonderful effects of the preparation unfolded before my eyes. As she dried her hair and used whatever tools a women must keep in her always-overcrowded drawer I marveled at the efficiency with which she had mastered this routine. Soft curls in her blond hair added the finishing touch to what had become a vision of great beauty standing in the dress ready to go out the door. "Wait, I need a picture of this," I said and she obligingly posed by the front entryway as I captured the moment on digital medium. 

When we arrived at the hotel we were greeted at the large central lobby seating area by our friends and ordered drinks to accompany the ancillary morsels that served as appetizers before dinner. I ordered a beer and a glass of Merlot for her. It didn't take long for me to notice the effect she had on both the men and women in the hotel. 

The women in general looked on in what I perceived to be a mixture of awe and envy. As to the weaker sex, well I knew the moment I first saw it that the full length front zipper was going to make most men and perhaps some of the women fantasize about unzipping it. The thrill and pride mixed with sheer excitement I felt in this observation was truly exhilarating. I wondered if Paramedics might need to be summoned to treat all the strained necks from the gentlemen both in the general area and in our immediate vicinity. 

At the dinner table the full figure hugging splendor of the garment was for too long lost beneath the gatherings of the white linen tablecloth. The chatter was enjoyable, ranging from earnest discussion of our children and their accomplishments to idle banter and gossip. After dinner we moved to the bar area where an eclectic mix of music was playing from the hotel sound system. A few people were dancing and this was an opportunity that I wasn't going to pass up. 

We had taken Argentine Tango dance lessons together and by now we made a pretty good tandem. We both had found the intensity of the dance a benefit to our relationship as the hold and proximity of our bodies forced inevitable feelings of intimacy. The music was perfect, we advanced to the dance floor and the moves involved in the tango only emphasized the perfect form that was filling the dress. I knew the other men were likely fantasizing about the zipper and what may lie beneath, but I knew for sure that my desire for her was as strong tonight as ever. 

I had always felt pride in seeing her glow in any light and the limelight was all the more suitable for tonight's incandescence. We danced for what seemed like a few minutes but was in reality an hour or so. By that time the rest of our party had decided to retire to the lobby for one more nightcap. I had only had the earlier beer and a glass of wine with dinner and she never drank much in any setting so we both imbibed in a shot for the road. After a few hugs and those all too lengthy goodbyes that members of the female sex seem to enjoy so much and men have to endure, we waved to the attendant for our car. Even after such an evening I got the "never gets old" pleasure of watching her slide into the driver's seat and noting the approving and I felt somewhat leering looks from the valet as he closed her door. The car hummed out of the driveway and lurched North to the place we call home. 

The after party 

I wasn't going to waste any time with the mundane tonight. It had been too much of a build up, the excitement bubbling below a gossamer thin layer of surface tension for over a week. We walked through the front door, and almost in the same motion of closing and locking the door, I took her hand and led her through the house to the bedroom. As we neared the bed, she made a move toward the bathroom but I gently stopped her near our bed and said in a faltering voice, "no please, stay right there". To my surprise she did just that and the events of this moment that had been cascading through my consciousness for a long while seemed about to unfold. 

As she started to remove her shoes, again I whispered no and reached for the object of my fervent anticipation, the zipper. Slowly I pulled it down, down past the black bra from which her petite breasts spilled to form the perfect cleavage. Black underwear has somehow an intoxicating effect on the senses and as I pulled the zipper further down, the light skin of her stomach gave way to the lacy fringe at the top of her panties. 

The dress almost too suddenly, dropped all the way to the floor and as it landed my hand simultaneously reached into the soft area of the inner thigh and I hooked one finger under the edge of her panties and lightly brushed against her already moist lips. As I flicked the finger upwards lightly crossing the fold where the hooded rosebud lay in wait she let out a soft but perceptible sigh. We both knew she couldn't continue to stand this way so she moved across to the bed. As she lay down I followed her lead and knelt between her outstretched legs, her knees pulled upward for better support. 

Once she had completely rested her head into the familiar comfort of her pillow I reached into the top elastic of her panties and gently began to ease them down her smooth legs and pulled them over her feet and they fell behind me adding to the mound that had started with the fallen dress. Taking turns I took off her shoes, and rubbed her feet and legs with just enough pressure to keep sensuality intact while relieving any latent stress in her limbs. As I moved upwards my lips began to kiss her thighs lightly moving ever closer to the warmth that I had waited to feel and taste for what had seemed like an eternity. 

With the advancing years, lubricant had become a necessary part of our lovemaking and I had taken the precaution before leaving earlier that night to place the requisite bottle of magic in the nightstand on her side of the bed. I reached into the cabinet, took the small blue bottle and using the very handy pump action on the top, squirted some liquid onto my fingers. I gently applied it first to her vulva and then slightly inside the vagina. Even though I had rubbed the liquid between my finger and thumb to warm it up, the still slightly cooler sensation made her jump a little before the gel warmed to body temperature and melded into her own dampness. 

Before I moved closer I took a moment to take in the vision that lay before me. One can never tire of the unique sensations that the female form can elicit in a man as ones eyes feast on the soft, gentle lines of her body. Her soft blond hair lay partly across her now slightly flushed face accented by her high cheekbones. My eyes passed down across her slender neck and I stopped for a moment to watch as the carotid pulse showed the rapid pumping of blood to those regions of her body that I had briefly visited earlier. Onward then to her wonderfully pronounced clavicles and elegant shoulders that gave such form and structure to the flatter areas of her chest. Her breasts were still entrapped by the black bra, nipples hidden from view but protruding prominently through the cups. I continued my eye movement down her slender stomach, pausing to take in the bones of her hips that began the lower half of this perfectly formed figure and then down further to that most treasured and intimate area that lay directly beneath the pubic bone. 

Her sex had always been a wonder to me and in recent years she had groomed her pubic hair as had become the fashion among the younger generation. The remaining hair formed a small neat rectangle that beckoned me to explore what lay at its extremities. The lower shorter side of the rectangle ending just above the hood that was being pushed apart by the now slightly engorged clitoris that it once shielded. 

Eventually I moved in closer and nestled my mouth in to that mysterious place and as I alternated between darting my tongue between her labia and making circular motions around her clitoris she quickly made the shifts and deeper breaths that were the unmistakable signs that the first orgasm was close. In our earlier days I had often marveled at the hair trigger that led her to rapid orgasm and although later in life it had taken a little longer, tonight I sensed it was going to happen quickly. As the mounting pressure built up inside her she began to lightly push on my head as a signal for more direct pressure on the hood and the blossoming flower that lay beneath it. Stopping the circular dance that was reminiscent of our tango earlier I began to apply more direct pressure with the flatter part of my tongue. Seconds that seemed like an eternity passed and then she let out a cry of pleasure as she reached down and applied her own pressure with her fingers as her whole sex pulsated in a crescendo of orgasmic pleasure. 

Taking her hand and replacing it with my own I began to apply light pressure to the entire length of her outer lips. When I sensed she was over the crest of the first orgasm I began to lightly caress her clitoris with soft circular movements and once again the signal came for more pressure of which I obliged by using three fingers and rubbing in what might seem too violent a movement but one which I knew would bring that second deep throated cry that signaled renewed ecstasy. Once more her hand closed over mine adding to the downward pressure and pushing my fingers inside her now welcoming canal. 

As the pulsations slowed and she once again reached the plateau of relative calm, she whispered softly but firmly that she wanted me inside her. Once more I reached for the small bottle and applied some liquid gel to my erect penis. It was superfluous to say this as it seemed as if I had been aroused for most of the night, such was the desire invoked by this entire episode, beginning with the trip to the store a week or so before. With the shaft suitably lubricated I mover between her thighs and she reached her tiny, elegant hands down to assist my entry into her, welcomed first by the slightly tighter folds of her inner labia. 

We had done this before and to excuse the pun that had become somewhat of a laughing matter between us from our first sexual experience together, we both knew what was coming next. As I moved further into her now very moist vagina she started to give the look that said she needed me all the way inside. After a few more short, teasing strokes I pushed all the way in, the slight, upward curvature of my penis glancing against her special spot on the way. As soon as I reached my full depth she arched and came again in another body shaking and whimpering cry of sheer delight. On other occasions we had been able to draw another orgasm or two from our intercourse but on this occasion I could not hold back that tide of sweeping inevitability that was impossible to control. Almost immediately I felt the heat and overwhelming sensations that only climax inside the woman you love can bring. 

Intimacy between lovers that have known each other for a long time is something that has to be planned. Spontaneity usually disappears along with one's hair and waistline. I am not ashamed to say this had been planned but it was an exciting and intensely satisfying exercise of unbridled desire being fuelled by the knowledge that it would be me that fulfilled those erotic fantasies that other men would only dream of when they went home that night. It began with the sight of my lover in a new dress and ended with her in contented sleep that told me all I needed to know about the passionate fire that could still smolder between us after all these years.



Visions of a Loving Slut Pt. 01



Exploring the mind of a bedroom slut and what this brings out in you (and me). 

Hope you enjoy it x

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Visions of a Shared surprise



We will make her ours angel

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I struggled to hear the connected tone as I held the phone away from my dripping hair, water running down the nape of my neck and those few drops running over my forehead that had been missed by the wrapped towel, you picked up.

"Hello you," I said as I heard your standard phone greeting, smiling at myself as I heard the tone in your voice change and that smile break before you replied.

"Well hello there angel, all ok?"

"Sure is, but Tash is running late, going to be a late dinner, would you mind dropping by to pick me up in say an hour,?" watching my lips move as I said the words in the mirror, smiling to see if I could see the wet on my lips that you said you could always here.

I heard you suck in air over your lips and teeth, that sound you sometimes made just before you let out the softest 'mmmmmm,' as thoughts of Tash flashed through your mind. "And how is the delicious Tash today, still teasing you I hope?" Your voice dipping into those wicked thoughts you were having about me and my hair dresser.

"I will be sure to tell you all and don't you tease me or I may just bite you later, so an hour then, see ya." Then I clicked my phone closed.

I looked to my left and at her reflection, Tash was without question a stunning woman, she had that 'something about her' going on and yet she was so very down to earth. Natasha, but I or anyone one else I had ever heard never called her that, she warned me when we had first met about a year ago, that I may leave with green, orange or at the worst no hair at all, if I dared to call her that, so Tash it was! Italian, curves, tall, carried her self with class, was one of the boys and yet she just oozed woman. Her hair, smooth and gathered into a pony tail tied with the brightest green ribbon that stood out against darkest brunette. Her olive skin just glowed, cropped white cotton top and pants showing enough of her soft flesh. 

She looked back as she laughed, maybe something said by the customer she was dealing with and caught me watching her, I smiled, she winked then she mouthed, "ten minuets babe," I nodded and grinned back. 

Picking up the magazine in front of me I flicked through the pages, not reading, just looking at the trashy gossip that this type of magazine loved to pump out week in, week out, stars and their love lives, how hard the have it, oh what sorrow us mere mortals could not possible suffer, condescending crap!! 

Was no matter as my mind was on Tash. A woman I had known for just over a year, seen every six or so weeks, conversations had that covered everything, invitations for drinks and dinner that had never been filled by either of us, a teasing that showed we were relaxed and very comfortable in each others company. Sexual likes, dislikes, fantasies talked about at length, both telling we liked men and women, girly chats about hair, make up, and every visit greeted and left with a kiss, not a peck on the cheek but a kiss, soft, not lingering but lip to lip, everything more than just friendly hair dresser make chat, and this woman was stood but twenty feet from me.

You had asked me about her time after time, you knew my want to take things further, yet I had hesitated not wanting to risk a friendship that had built, was I reading the signs wrong from her? I bit my lip as I subconsciously shook my head, no, the signs were right, she and I would play, just a matter of when and where.

"Vino?"

Her voice snapping me back from lost thoughts, not noticing that she and I were now alone in the salon, "White please sexy," I smiled and watched as she locked the door then pulled the blinds.

"Oh setting the mood are you, you bad girl, you wont be safe if I drink you know."

She laughed and winking just said back "And who says I wana be?" Her Italian accent tinged with Australian.

I sighed, if she only knew, I thought as she changed the music and danced past to the back of the shop then in a matter of seconds swayed back into view, two glasses and a bottle in her hands, a cork screw sticking out of the top. I reached and took both of the glasses she held out as in the next motion she put the bottle between her thighs and began to pull at the cork.

"So Bella, what's your plans for this evening and how's that hunk of yours doing?" she asked as she poured the wine filling both glass.

Bella, a name she called everyone, I chuckled wondering if she called us all that to save trying to remember clients names, "Hunks just fine but he is still teasing me about you, oh and a take out for dinner is my night, what about you?"

"Teasing you? About me?" she attempted to say with a shocked look on her face but failed and just giggled, "What have you been telling him about me Bella?" 

I blushed, the towel pulled from my head, her fingers now sliding down over my hair as she trimmed and fluffed, then scooped up and held against the comb, "Wine, you and I locked in here, alone, mmmmmmmaybe you don't wana know Bella," I muttered as I held the glass just under my lips, raising my eyebrow so she could see it in the mirror. 

She dipped and pulled the hair from my right ear and whispered, "Tell me."

My spine tingled as her voice welled through my body, I sighed took a sip from my glass, crossing my legs I began to tell her. I told how you liked, no, loved a sexy brunette, a complete opposite of my blonde, how she and I clicked, shared and told each other stories, the fantasies we had shared in such detail. That she had been the subject of your teasing me more than once during sex, asking, pushing me to tell you would I love to have her in our bed. That I found her so very attractive, how wondered many times after she had kissed me what would it feel like to have more.

"And do you?" she asked

"Do I what?" I stuttered, not expecting a question.

"Want me in your bed silly," she scoffed

Sarcastically but smiling I replied "NO, what I just said was utter crap, I want you on your knees right here and now!"

We both laughed, she continued to cut my hair, a little trim more fingers fluffing each time it was cut, but nothing more was said, not a silence, she hummed to the music in the background, I wondered, 'OK now what?' Three cuts and she was done, I looked in the mirror watching as she moved to the side of me, putting down her scissors and comb she took a drink, not a sip, a big gulp she took a deep breath, pushing out her tits, nipples hard, as they always seemed to be, then she spun my chair slowly to face her.

I looked up, her eyes the deepest, darkest hazel, she looked down at me, eyes scanning over my face, until they rested on my lips, she lent in, closer until she was level with my face, "Your beautiful Kelly," I know I watched those words come out of her mouth, I know I hear them but before I could say a word she kissed me.

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Soft, feeling her lips glide over mine, not hard, moving so softly, I pushed up to meet her lips, pressing harder as I felt her hands wrap under and into my hair, mine finding the curve of her waist, that's soft span of naked flesh, her smell, I could smell her, my mind screaming OH MY GOD, SHE'S KISSING ME!! We simply kissed, our hands gliding but not moving far, her's wrapping then pulling through hand fulls of my hair, mine sliding back and forth over her hips then waist, not a kiss that was rushed, not tongues fighting, slobbering, trying to explore every thing all at once, just a soft, melting kiss.

Her hands moved, pushing my hair back, my neck stretched as I leant up to meet her, fingers now moving gently down over my shoulders, finding the straps of my bra, tracing them down towards my tits until she cupped both. Mine doing the same but moving up, fingers finding the hem of her top and pressing against her skin, pushing it upwards, lifting it before my fingers disappeared under to find the curve of her braless tits.

"Wait, wait," I gasped as I pulled my hands down and out of her top, "please, just wait one minute, I need to make a call." 

She licked her lips, I mine, as if to gather each others tastes, she smiled, her hands not moving, staying, cupping my tits, still covered with my blouse but her thumbs stretched, rubbing my nipples, making them poke against the lace of my bra. She held her smile as I reached for my phone, flicked it open and hit the green key.

I heard the click as you picked up, I cut in before you could even say hello, "Dave ..... Shut the fuck up and listen," I whispered.

"Kell's, what the? Are you ok?" your tone worried

"Shhhhhhhhhh Dave, listen, just listen," I purred back at you as I held the phone just far enough away from my mouth, still pressed to my ear and found Tash's lips again. Opening, closing, pursing our lips we made sure you could hear the sound of the kiss. Lips wet, tongues flicking, moans and mutters from us both, our breath dipping as our lips closed then shallow gasps as they opened again.

"Who the fuck is that? God no! NOT her!" we both heard you bellow.

"Her kiss, Dave you should feel her lips, they are so soft, she's going to take me Dave." I said. "Her hands were cupping my tits, thumbs rubbing, but she's stopped, she's lifting, OH my God her nipples are so dark," I gasped as I watched her step back and lift her top up then off dropping it onto the chair behind her. Her hands moved straight down to the top of her pants and she simply pulled them down until she stood there in just her thong.

"What's she doing Kells?"

"Stripping!! Get in the car and get here now; you're going to watch this not listen; now Dave, back door, move!" I was panting from holding my breath having watched Tash strip, not a care, her curves fuller than mine, her tits had the smallest sag but were full enough to carry it off, her skin, I was right, perfect, olive, I wanted to lick her body, not caring about sex, I just wanted to feel her skin. She reached and took the phone from my hand and put it down on the worktop, I didn't notice if the call had ended, were you on your way to the salon? Could you still hear? I didn't care I wanted this woman and she and I were going to have, right here, right now.

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I stood, "You don't mind Dave coming do you?" I asked as I reached drawing a finger tip from one nipple then the other.

Shaking her head she just smiled then reached and began to un-button my blouse, her eyes watching as she exposed more, her fingers working down wards, one button then the next until she had opened them all, my blouse hung, my tits rising and falling softly, the flush of excitement making the red blush cover both. She moved her hands up, finger tips walking up from my stomach to the edge of my bra then round behind me to find the clasp, finding flicking, opening but leaving it resting, held against me.

I peeled my blouse off, pulling it away, watching her eyes flick over me as next I peeled both bra straps off, easing the lace away so she could see me as I could see her. My skirt next, wrap around, untied and then pushed until it crumpled around my feet, I stepped out of it, all that now covered me was white lace panties, I reached for her hand.

She gave it to me and I pulled her close, our hand holding as we kissed, bodies now touching, flesh to flesh, feeling each others breaths as we took, mouths open, nibbling each others lips, kissing tiny kisses, tracing them up and down necks, her then I, taking it in turn. I wriggled my fingers out of her's and dipped my head, hand lifting, cupping her right breast, she stood and let me, I kissed, I flicked my tongue over that stunning dark nipple then suck it into my mouth, I held it, I felt her body push against my mouth, I sucked harder, her moan getting louder as I used my teeth to hold gently as I moved them from side to side. "Yes, just like that," She gasped as I pulled back and let it slip from my lips and then again as I found her other, I sucked them, making them glisten with the wet from my mouth. 

Her smell, coco butter, I recognised it as I dropped to my knees and pressed my lips against her tummy button, she stroked the top of my head, whispering, moaning, gasping nothing more than "Bella" over and over. I eased my fingers across the top of her mound, feeling her bush, hairs pushing through the sheer, then twisting my hand I pressed my palm flat against her and pushed down. I could feel the raw heat from between her thighs, my middle finger pushing upwards against her slit, feeling the wet beginning to soak the white sheer.

"Will you cum for me Tash?" my voice so soft I didn't know if she would have heard, I was lost watching my fingers as each one pressed then glistened.

"Yes, yes Kelly, yessssssssss," she whispered and as she did her hand left the top of my head pushing past my chin, under then across, she pulled her thong to the side, parted her legs and offered herself to me.

Her bush was trimmed, full but trimmed neatly, her skin silky soft on the insides of her thighs as I let my tongue trace from the curve then over to the edge of her bush. I inhaled, remembering, the smell of Lisa, the first woman I had kissed, nothing like Tash, both delicate, both sweet, both different.

My hand was shaking as I moved it so that I could open her lips, fingers pushing one on either side, opening, showing me her pink inner lips, the hood covering her clit. One finger pressed then I let it glide down, dipping into her heat and then up to smother her clit in her juices, I sucked, I felt her body rock as she gasped, then her hand replaced mine, pushing my fingers away so that she could hold her lips open. 

I lapped, tongue wide and flat, probing into her wet and then dragging up before sucking her clit again. Over and over the same moves, she panted, lifting onto her toes, making me lick lower, followed by the slow dip so that my tongue trailed. I could feel her knees trembling, the insides of her thighs shuddering. "Kelly," she groaned. I pushed, adding fingers now, two, slipping deep into her pink then out, opening, spreading her walls then easing out before adding another, still sucking but softly on her clit, letting her body melt into my face. Hands grabbing and pulling my hair, bucking her hip against my fingers, encouraging me to be harder, her pussy squelching I could feel her grip, wanting to hold my fingers as I eased them out before letting them dip back inside.

Circling one, adding a second, pushing deep then pulling out, letting them slide down and round to her arse, pressing against the puckered flesh but not in. I was dragging the tip of my nails over then back through her lips to rub her clit, mixing her juices, tasting that deeper taste over and over as I let my fingers gather and coat before I licked.

"Bella, baby, babyyyyy don't stop," she stuttered, I worked my fingers and tongue slowly, not wanting this to end, but I would feel her cum on my lips, not my fingers and she was so close. Her hands had long since left her lips and were stroking then pulling a fist full of my hair, pulling then pushing, fucking my tongue and fingers as they fucked her. She slammed her hand onto my head almost making me fall backwards, my free hand grabbing her arse and holding tight, I ripped my fingers from her insides, fighting my hand up between us I reached, wanting her to taste, telling her to taste.

"Suck them! Cum PLEASE!" I begged her.

I forced my face as far between her thighs as I could without letting her sit, I wanted her cum to run, to drip out over my already soaking waiting lips, I felt her tense, I felt the gasp almost vibrating up from her toes then out of her lips, her head dipped, trying to suck my fingers as she groaned, then she came. Her tummy convulsed, pumping, muscled clenching as her orgasm tore through her, I held her tight as her sweet juices drenched me.

I stayed so very still, letting her come down off the wave, my tongue flicking but now slow, more gathering than taking as her breath slowed and body relaxed, before she sighed that deep sigh of satisfaction with an added, "Fuck Kelly!"

I rocked back onto my heels and looked up at her, my face soaked in her juices, her thong stretched slowly sliding back to cover her and I just giggled. No erotic slow stand to make her lick my face or to kiss her and smother her in her own juices like you see in a porn movie, I smiled. Triumphant I would guess, I had felt, touched, and tasted this woman, at last!! I managed to reply, "Oh yeah FUCK is right Tash!"

* * *

The sound of clapping hands behind me made me turn and spin so fast I felt my ankles buckle so that I ended up with my arse on the floor. "Well ladies that was quiet an opener, what's the next act contain?" 

"And just how long have you been watching Dave, oh by the way Tash meet Dave, Dave meet Tash," I pointed one finger to you then swung it back to her. 

"Long enough," you smirked.

I looked up at Tash, the smile on her face said it all, those nights of teasing me were now over, this is for real, I reached out my hand and Tash pulled me to my feet. I kept hold of her hand and clenched it, leaning in I asked was she ok with this, her reply simple and to the point, "Very Bella?" and she winked. 

"Come with me," I cooed and walked her hand in hand over to where you were stood, the few feet feeling like yards until we closed the gap in front of you. I slipped my fingers out of hers but still holding her hand I leant in to kiss you. I pushed her hand between us, pressing it against the hardness so visible in your jeans. You didn't kiss me, I let you lick, I let you taste her from my nose, cheeks, chin and then lips before we did kiss, deep, tongues probing, swirling, mixing her with us. I felt her fingers wriggling against my mound as I pressed it harder into you, she moved them slowly up then down, stroking you, making your pre cum darken the denim before I broke our kiss and stepped back. 

I watched as you looked down then up, finding her eyes then leaning pushing your hips forward, grinding your hard cock into her touch. "Magnifico Bella, so hard Bella," Tash purred as she spread then closed her fingers over you. 

"You have no idea yet my sweet," I smirked back stepping closer pulling her hand away, she didn't resist as I pushed it against my lace so she could feel the wet she had made. "Taste me through the lace," not waiting for her to answer I brushed past you and sat in the nearest chair. Opening and closed my legs, the balls of my feet pressed hard against the tiles, the sway slow and hopefully inviting as I gave you and her glimpses of the wet. She stood for a second, hand still out where my mound had been before she seemed to blink and wake up then move, almost in one motion, forward dropping to her knees at the same time.

"You're a slut Kelly Louise," you said as your eyes flicked between my open thighs and her arse, that perfect looking, olive skin that was now showing, her thong tucked between her cheeks, those lines where her skin darkened from her bikini all so very inviting.

I dipped my eyes, that almost coy look but still mixed with a smirk crossing my face as I looked up at you and said, "Come here," you did, you stood simply watching.

I never took my eyes from yours as I felt her hands slide up and hold open my thighs, feeling her breath before her lips, kissing a trail, stopping to tease with a flick of her tongue over the wet patch on my lace panties before she made the same trail across and down the other thigh. My fingers creeping up your thigh to find the bulge of your hardness and then those five silver buttons, I bit my lip. Slowly one by one, eye still fixed to yours I flicked them open, my fingers pushing in to feel through your hairs, until the next was open and I found the shaft of your cock. Palm pressed flat, fingers pushing the denim away I eased it free, the head shimmering, covered in pre-cum I let it rest in my open hand before wrapping my fingers gently I began to wank you. 




Visions of a Shared surprise



Tash sighed, her soft moan broke my gaze and I looked down, her eyes looked almost as glazed as mine felt as she kissed my inner thigh but watched your cock in my hand. She grinned at me then pressed her mouth over my mound and blew, the hot air making me pull back in the chair as it wafted down between my lips then she sucked. The sound of wet leaving the open weave of the lace as she gathered it and swirled it around over her lips before licking, lapping like she was licking a melting ice cream. She didn't push her tongue, she just lapped, the wet from her mouth soaking me more, mixing with my juices before sucking them away.

Each press of her tongue made me sigh I wrapped my fingers tighter, pulling you closer, leaning to the side, your cock a few inches from my mouth, I looked down then back up, watching her then my hand on your cock.

"Tell me how she taste Tash," you said, I watched as her lips curled smiling at you then her fingers moved under me, lifting, pushing as I helped her lift so that her hands could reach and then pull off my panties. She stroked my calves as I lifted each leg to feel them slip free then I was naked for you both. It felt like she was trying to split me in half as within seconds of her dropping my panties to the floor she had her hands, fingers pushing open the top of my thighs, splaying me wide, showing her and you the wet and my pink, "Tell me Tash," you hissed and she plunged two fingers into me. 

I gasped and pushed down, making her sink to her knuckles, feeling them twisting then easing them out she rocked back on her heels and almost in slow motion lifted them to her mouth she sucked. Her eyes closed she slurped, making them drip before she sucked them clean, "Beautiful, I knew she would, so wet, so wet baby," she murmured then I felt those wet fingers on my thighs as she moved forward and began to lick. No fingers, just tongue, slowly up and down my slit, opening then sucking my lips before pulling back and letting them slip out. Then my clit, flicking, sucking, nibbling, slow, hard, much faster and harder than I had done. 

Your hand slipped through my hair as I turned, "OH God," I gasped, you knew full well she could take me just like this, her sucking and nibbling more than enough to take me into and through the wave. Before I could look up, before I could smile I pressed the head of your cock to my lips and felt you push. The wet head slipping over and then between them, I let it slowly sink, my lips wrapping and holding, peeling my fingers back until it hit the back of my throat. You pushed harder, making me gag, my tummy wrenching before you pulled back slowly let me suck as you fucked my mouth.

"Suck my cock you gorgeous bitch, yeah suck like that, suck meeee," you groaned. 

Tash was relentless, sucking on my clit and then my lips; I felt her pulling them, stretching them until they slipped out with a slurp. One then the other, her tongue working, dipping into my pussy then out, not tongue fucking, just licking, eating me, my hips lifting to follow her mouth that never left my pussy, both using each other. I sucked you, letting you pull back so that you could wipe your cock over my open mouth before letting me suck it back in, your groans so deep each time you felt me try to let out a moan, "Fuck ...... her ..... face ...... Kells," you said each word then groaned, so I did, so did she. Your hand pulling my hair, mine now pulling her's, rocking myself forward and back, moving so that she licked and sucked where I wanted her too.

Closer and closer she took me, the thought alone of you watching me would have been enough but to have you stood there, rock hard, telling us both what to do was blowing my mind and I wanted this to last.

I let go of her hair, she slowed the pace, watching us, looking up but now teasing little licks not lapping me. I clamped my lips tighter, making you suck the air in between your teeth as you tried to push into my mouth, my free hand clawing up your chest to find one, either, any nipple I didn't care. I found and punched, so very hard, making you pull my hair in revenge, your hips pulling back making your cock slip from my lips, I gasped for air, your cock dripping with my spit, my chin wet as I looked up and almost shouting said, "FUCK her for me Dave, right now!"

"NO, I don't......" before you could finish I cut your words off.

"Fuck her now or you never get her again," I replied, my eyes darting over your face, I knew you could see the burn in them. That want to see you fuck and take another, to see how you made her feel mixed with pure rage that she was being given MY cock, MY man, MY angel and you had better make me ache. I felt Tash groan, her breath hot over my pussy, she didn't utter one word. 

You bent and held my chin, your eyes burning into mine as you gripped harder and before your lips touched mine you whispered, "Thank you."

You kissed me through the smile, my heart pounding, thumping so hard it felt as if it would burst through my ribs, my mind racing with what I had just said, what I had just told you to do. My eyes had shout, locking in the last look on your face before I felt your lips leave mine as you stepped away. 

* * *

I watched you, my fingers now down between my thighs, brushing the hair from Tash's face, she just smiled at me, and God she was beautiful. Her face glistening with my juices, her lips so much fuller than mine, her tongue longer, eyes so much wider I watched them slowly closing as your hand stroked down the back of her head. I was about to watch you and her, I felt the knot tighten in my stomach, my pussy like my heart, pounding from being used, teased and so close to cumming.

"Dave I want nasty," Words coming out of my mouth with no thought to how I was going to feel.

Standing to her left you clenched your hand around her pony tail and pulled her head hard backwards, she yelped but groaned as her neck stretch, her face upwards looking at you. You bent and licked over her mouth, just as you had done mine but you didn't kiss her. You knew what you were doing, had done this before with others, just not me, not Tash and you were about to show me your fuck, you hovered over her face, "Touch your cunt and its all over Kells," a semi serous looks as you glanced over at me.

"Bastard," I spat back

Knowing full well you meant what you said, I was to be a voyeur, you knew I would feel an even deeper rage but I did as you asked, forcing a smirk I placed my hands onto the arms of the chair and just sat, legs wide open, Tash still between them and just stared at you both thinking, 'OK game on!'

A hand still full of hair you held her neck back, your other hand pushing down over her shoulder to her tits, cupping, mauling, pinching her nipples, making her moan. You pushed your hand further under her to her mound, the sound of your groan telling me you had felt her tuft then her wet lips before you pulled your hand back out. Your cock hard and waving as you moved, trailing your wet fingers up her neck, then her chin, to her mouth which opened. But you didn't stop, you dragged them past, over her nose, forehead and then into her hair, as if to take away my scent, to cover her in her own. I felt the tingle deep inside my pussy, I wanted to cum, but I was fighting it back.

You shuffled round her, your jeans still on but down enough to stop big steps or strides, I wanted more, "Stop!! Pull his jeans off Tash," half order, half beg, I just wanted to be able to see all You stood still as she turned on her knees, her face level with your swaying cock, she could so easily have sucked, kissed, just licked but she didn't. This woman that had told me in detail about her sex life, likes and wants was being such a good girl for you, the fucking bitch will want you again! She slipped her fingers into the denim and tugged it down, your cock waving wildly as you wriggled to help them past your knees before she stopped to lift your foot and take your boots off. You took off your own shirt and dropped it on the floor, then without so much as a blink you stepped over and behind her.

"Show me your cunt," you said right as your hand came down with a sharp smack on her left cheek, playful but hard enough to make her gasp.

Her head dipped down as she reached back, I could hear the sound of her pants as she pressed her face to the cold tiled floor, her fingers clawing at her cheeks, the red mark must have been stinging as her nails dug in and she pulled herself open. The sound that left your lips was more then enough to tell me what you could see, but you still told me, her holes on display for you, her pussy wet, the lips pulled open, her tight puckered arse just above, did you have to lick you lips as you looked at me? I glared at you, hard enough you could read my mind, making you tell me, "Ohhhhh you did make her cunt wet for me didn't you angel, her lips are puffed, so deep red, and the trail is rightttttt over this delicious looking arse!" you said as I watched your hand slide down over her back, then arse, then out of sight as you dropped to your knees.

You pushed her hands out of the way, off her arse, replacing them with yours, opening her wider, making her groan before she panted through clenched teeth, as if to tell you she couldn't be any wider, you just stared between her thighs. Your eyes looking into her then up over and at me, I just stared back thinking 'don't lick, god don't take her wet.' You didn't, you were simply marveling at her pussy, I knew your mind was throwing ideas, wants and could haves around, the fuck offered and about to be taken, pussy or arse, I knew you would want both.

I watched you lift, crouching onto your knees, one hand dropped, and then her head lifted as she arched her back, "Like the feel of my hard cock between your lips, do you Tash," you whispered leaning into her, your hand still out of sight. You were holding your shaft, teasing the pre cum soaked head up over her clit, letting it slip between her lips and carry on up over her arse then back down. You did the same to me, so many times and I was now watching Tash desperate to push back, to feel you inside.

"OH fuck me," over and over she begged, "Take me," Telling you she liked, she wanted, she needed to feel your take. Your eyes closed for the longest blink as you tapped the head of your cock over her clit, both of you so wet I could hear it between her begs.

* * *

I gripped the arms of the chair and then sat bolt upright, leaning forward I reached for her face, lifting it and holding, biting my lip so hard it hurt, dipping I kissed her, she let me take her moans and breaths as you continued just to drag your cock over her. She was so relaxed, just letting us play, I kissed from her lips to her right ear and asked, "Do you mind if I make him fuck your arse sexy?" I flicked my tongue against her ear as I said the word fuck, as if to let her know her answer was not important, it was going to happen.

"Do it Bella, tell him to fuck me,"

Dragging my cheek back, nuzzling her, I held her face against mine, touching nose to nose, our breaths mixing before one kiss then I said, "Her arse, use her arse Dave," holding her face we waited. I would know, not wanting to look at you but wanting to feel your fuck through her as she moved, every breath telling me you were taking her. She held her breath as you steadied yourself then leaning you pushed slowly. 

"You fucking bitch!" you snarled at me once more then I felt her body tensing, the head of your cock must be pushing against her, "Relax beautiful, shhhhhhhhh, come back to me," your tone so soft with her. 

"AAAAhhhhhhhh!" she grunted. "Fuck so thick, Bella, he is so thick."

She panted slow, blowing air out of her mouth even though it was wide open.

"OH my God yes, just like thatttttttt. Harder, fuck me Dave, thrust, yes."

The combined gasp and groan that left her lips as the head of your cock slipped into her took me over the edge. I held her face so tight as my orgasm ripped through me. I screamed your name, that deep intake of breath making me throw my head back trying to catch the next, "FUCK HER ...... FUCK HER yesssssssssssss OH GOD," fighting for the next breath, my head going dizzy, hands flailing away from her face as I gripped the chair. "Oh God ..... OH my Goddddd," panting, as it felt like my insides exploded, the pulses from my muscles in my pussy making my legs shudder with each one, instantly I felt the wet under my arse, oozing, NO, flooding out down my slit and pooling under me.

"OPEN you legs wider Kells!" you ordered, the sound of your voice like a whip making me snap back and remember where I was and what I was meant to be watching, "show Tash your cum whore," you moaned.

I felt her nails digging into my calves, pushing my legs wider, her now holding me as you fucked her. I just let her open me, my tits heaving, gulping in air, fighting to say, "Don't stop."

You wouldn't, you fucked her arse, the slow drag back and then the plunge to fill her, she took all of you, pushing back to meet your fuck, letting you take her. "So tight Kells, mmmm so tight, feeling her gripping me," you teased me as you held her still, then thrust so I could hear your thighs slap against hers. Fast short jabs then slowing to the circling, then hard, pushing and pulling her back before your words stopped, stammering to get them out, the, "oh yes," the, "so close," taking over.

"Cum for him Tashhhhhhhhhh, now, nowwwwwwwww," I wailed as my second wave crashed, so fast, harder, just being a voyeur, just watching you fuck making me cum again. Her nails dug in so hard I winced in pain, feeling the burn mixed with my orgasm.

She panted, "I am Bella, I ammmmm. Her body juddered at my feet, she let out a long almost painful breath as she wilted, at the same time my hips lifting up as if to thrust my cum out of me.

"Kellssssss," you hissed, "Jesus, fuck, fuck FUCK, cummingggggggggggg ............ here's ..... your ....... cummmmmmm" you yelled as you pulled your cock out of her arse gripping, holding it just above her twitching hole. I watched as your cum splattered, one, two, counting five spurts as they landed across her back.

I screamed, "YES," this was the most erotic thing I had ever seen, I couldn't have blinked if I had tried to make sure I wasn't dreaming. We were all panting, moaning those long deep satisfied moans as I saw you're cum start to run down her back as she stretched. Arching her back before she squealed a girly giggle then I swear she purred. I joined her in the giggle as you rocked back onto your heels, spitting hair from your face before brushing it back, GOD you have the sexiest smug smile. I lent over, my tits dangling towards Tash's mouth but I pushed her back down between my thighs as I wriggled to the edge of the seat, bending I found your cum with my tongue, in one movement, I lent so far forward I could trail down her back, not lapping, just scooping your cum up with my tongue until I reached the curve of her arse. I slurped and sucked your salty white stream into my mouth. Rocking forward, standing over her I grabbed your throat, pushing your face upwards with my thumb under your chin, you smiled, mouthed, "I love you," then opened wide, I let your cum dribble out through my lips onto your waiting tongue.

I smacked my lips together then made that, "ummmmm ahhhhh," sound, as if I had just tasted a fine wine, my hand released your neck letting you swallow, I would ask how you tasted later then carefully I stepped over Tash.

You and I offered a hand and pulled Tash up to her feet, her knees bright red from the cold hard tiled floor, we asked if she was ok, she was, we all stood, sweat dripping, catching our breaths then no words were spoke as we looked around for clothes. Tash broke the anything but uneasy silence, "Bella, we are going to do that again, yes?" she asked as she busied about picking up and handing us our clothes. Sorting through the clothes she had piled up into your waiting arms, I found my panties and her thong. Holding her thong tight in one hand I offered her my panties with the other.

"Bring them with you when we give you a call, deal?" I asked

Her smile spread over her face as she looked at me then you, "Deal Kelly,"

We dressed, kissed and waited until she locked the shop and we walked towards our cars, she kissed you, then me, "By the way, you do know I will wrap his cock in your thong and wank him then make him tell me how your arse felt don't you Tash?" I giggled as I held her door open.

"You better you naughty bitch," she winked then got into her car.



Visions of Sodomy



Art that features anal intercourse always catches my eye; usually, it hardens my cock, too, for reasons that I have made clear in a number of essays concerning the topic, all of which are available, for interested readers, hereon Literotica. One thing about art--especially line drawings in pen and ink--that makes it appealing is the clear and distinct way in which it depicts its images: whether facial features, breasts and nipples, vaginas, penises, testicles, scrota, or buttocks and anuses, the anatomical parts are shown unambiguously. Even pubic hair is often indicated with a realism that borders upon the photographic. One can see, plainly, precisely where an erection enters a vagina or an anus, and all details are usually given equally clear depiction, so that foreground and background objects and even objects within the same plane but of different sizes are portrayed with equal clarity. The effect of such unambiguous representation is a heightening of the parts thus depicted and of the aesthetic and erotic appeal that is associated with the depiction of such sexual parts.

A still picture freezes time, so that the moment that such an image depicts becomes itself timeless: a woman, lying upon her stomach, one hand thrust between her parted thighs so that her fingers might fiddle with her labia, while she suffers her lover, who is arched over her, straddling her hips, to impale her anally, is sodomized eternally, for example, as is the look of intensity, of anguish (or, perhaps, arousal), upon her lovely, but grimacing face. And, again, all is depicted with a clarity and definiteness that elevates the art's aesthetic and erotic qualities.

It is not women only, of course, who are sodomized in erotic art. Men, too, are anally impaled, sometimes by other men, sometimes by women who have donned strap-on dildos for the occasion. This art has a charm unique to itself, for the sexual organs, when both the impaled and the impaling parties' genitals are shown, are not different, but the same--or very similar, in any case. The art of Gil Javier sometimes features demonic lovers. One such picture, depicting an erection as it rears forth, the testicles small in the gathered, risen scrotum beneath it, is a thing of joy and beauty, indeed: behind the risen penis, another, equally thick and rigid organ, its end vanished inside the man whose own penis juts into empty space, free to bob about and jostle about, performs the delightful task of sodomizing the anus it has penetrated! The erotic effect is enhanced by the presence both of a lean dog that licks the impaled man's standing erection and by the look of true alarm upon the face of the impaled man, who, perhaps, imagines that, in being penetrated, he might be rent asunder by the massive penis that impales him. The same picture also depicts another nude man carrying a nude woman whose calves and ankles are folded back firmly upon the backs of her thighs and her upper body sprawls forward and downward, allowing her face to be licked y another lean canine, this one rearing upon his hind legs to gain access the woman's face, thereby exhibiting his own erection, a thin, but robust ember half-sheathed in fur. Because of the angle of her profile, in which her jaw is at a right angle to her chin, lips, nose, and brow, her head appears, at first glance, to be a breast, which adds to the drawing's grotesquery and to its erotic and aesthetic appeal.

In another painting, also by Gil, a small-breasted woman of androgynous appearance, despite her vagina, the labia of which she spreads while she rests upon her hips, her back against a strange horned figure with an oversize head that licks at the side of her face with an unusually long, thin tongue, French kisses the horned demon with pointed ears and a long tail that ends in an arrowhead shape who has fully penetrated her anus so that his member is "balls deep" inside her rectum. His tail is coiled around her left ankle, and a winged lion, its right paw draped over her foot, licks her toes with its scoop-shaped tongue. The art is well executed, and grotesquery of the imagery heightens its erotic appeal, as perversity frequently does.

In another picture, by a different artist, a woman rests upon the outside of her right thigh, her knee bent and her calf and foot lying before her upper leg; her other thigh stretches above its twin, parallel to it, and its knee is also bent so that the sole of her left foot rests upon the bed. Her right clutches her right thigh, perhaps for support and balance, and her left arm stretches out behind her, vanishing behind her right thigh, just above the knee. Her left breast--or the summit and erect nipple of it--show between her right calf and left arm. She wears only a pair of socks and a necklace made of pearls that are strung in two loops. Between her thighs, facing toward the viewer, her pubic hair, labia, clitoris, and mons veneris are displayed, as is the rigid penis that impales her wide-stretched anus, the front of the rim of which one can see clearly, as the point of entry. Nothing more of the man is seen except the very tops of his thighs, his lower abdomen, and his right hand, which reaches forth to touch the woman's right hip. All of these details are faithfully and lovingly executed, as is the tormented face of the young woman, down whose cheeks tears course, whether of pain, or shame, or fear, to further delight the viewer of this scene, suggesting, as it does, one of the chief sources of enjoyment in the contemplation of art that depicts anal intercourse: the sadomasochistic nature of the act itself.

Another picture, by yet another artist, a man crouches above a woman, straddling her hips as, bent low, he thrusts his erection through her buttocks, burying half its thick, rigid length inside her bottom. Below her impaled ass cheeks, her hand straddles her vagina as her fingers play at her clitoris. She is on her knees, with her legs parted wide to make her lover's target as accessible as possible, and she rests her upper body upon her right forearm and her head upon a pillow. Her eyes are closed, her features reposed, as if she is enjoying her ravishment--or, perhaps, she has only resigned herself to her fate. The man's eyes are closed as well, although his face shows a certain intensity of concentration. His crouching position makes it seem almost as if he and the woman are one, and the mirror effect of his buttocks arched above hers is pleasant to behold, especially since their rough similarity is offset nicely by the utter differences in their respective genitals. It is an altogether delightful, well-conceived and well-executed drawing that makes the act of anal intercourse an almost sacred ritual that, eternally captured in fine lines, is worthy of reverent contemplation. The words "Encore," "Encore," Encore," repeated, one above the other in diagonal parallel rows, helps one to recall--and to appreciate--that such this sexual act is not consummated in penetration; rather, each additional thrust of the penis between the buttocks, through the anus, and into the rectum is an "encore" of the initial impalement, just as each momentary retreat, in preparation for the next thrust forward (and inward) is an "encore." This emphasis upon the repetition that intercourse--and, in this instance, anal intercourse in particular--involves aids the viewer's appreciation of and meditation upon the wonderfully depicted act of what might be termed ritualized sodomy.

In yet another drawing by another artist, contrast is the organizing principle. A Black man, his T-shirt pushed above his belly, lies upon his right side, his hand holding his erection, a massive, thick organ, which he is in the process of shoving through the anus of the white woman who lies, half upon her tummy and half upon her side, her legs spread wide to exhibit her vacant vagina and to facilitate her impalement upon her partner's penis. She wears nothing but a pair of stockings. Her left breast shows above her right hip and her right thigh, and, upon her face, she wears an expression of discomfort: the Black stud who impales her has, after all, a penis of unusually large dimensions.

In part, this drawing is erotic because of its subject matter and the way in which the characters are depicted, but it is also erotic because it portrays a still somewhat taboo situation: the sodomizing of a white woman by a Black man. The interracial union intensifies the sexual drawing's element because, in a racist society such as that of the United States, where skin color remains, even now, despite the nation's election of its first African-American president, a matter of controversy, debate, and strong emotions, a divisive issue, the depiction of a Black man, equipped with a member that would put many of his white counterparts to shame, having sexual intercourse--and anal intercourse, at that--with a white woman is a potentially volatile--and, therefore, erotically incendiary--issue for many Blacks and whites alike.

In another picture, by a different artist, a woman is shown from the front as, wearing only glasses, a torn shirt, and tightly laced boots that rise to the middles of her calves, she spreads her legs wide, straddling the thighs of the man who lies beneath her. (Only his genitals, his lower buttocks, and his upper thighs appear in the picture, making her, rather than him, the drawing's focal point.)

Her eyes are half shut and her mouth is wide, her facial muscles relaxed, indicating that she is in an orgasmic state as, balancing upon her toes and, presumably upon her fingertips--her arms are stretched behind her, apparently in support of her weight and equilibrium, her hands thus lost to the viewer's sight--she raises and lowers her buttocks upon the massive male organ that impales her anus. Above her penetrated buttocks, the slit of her closed, bald vagina--there is but a feathery tuft of pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a vertical strip above her labia--seemingly but a decoration. Unused and unneeded by the sexual act that she performs upon the male genitals beneath her, her vagina is redundant, if not obsolete, a throwaway thing, rather than the very essence of her femaleness and her femininity. She can choose to use it or not; therefore, she, not her sex, determines who she is and what she shall do sexually and, presumably, otherwise. 

The picture's message seems clear: anal sex liberates women from the destiny that their reproductive capacity, as represented--and, indeed, permitted--by their vaginas otherwise tends to impose upon them. Her sex need not be a woman's destiny if her buttocks, anus, and rectum, rather than her labia, clitoris, and vagina are the means that she chooses to use to express herself sexually. Anal sex--the only avenue available for homosexual men as the medium for sexual intercourse--puts a woman upon an equal sexual footing with men, allowing pleasure, not reproduction, to be the essence of lovemaking.

An illustration by Bernard Montogueil shows that anal intercourse, especially when it is forced upon a male recipient, can be an equalizer in the battle of the sexes, making a woman, equipped with a strap-on dildo, the dominant sexual party and her male victim the submissive party. In one drawing expressive of this theme, a woman, fully dressed, holds the wrists of the nude man whose arms are raised well above his head, which she clamps firmly between her thighs, looking on as her fellow female accomplice, wearing a fishnet body suit fitted with both a hood and a leather bra, black leather high heels, and a harness equipped with a rigid dildo, penetrates the man who stands, penis erect, upon a raised platform that brings his backside level with the penetrating party's hips.

The penetrating woman has placed the palms of her hands upon the male's lower back and uses them, and her body weight, to press his back and his hips lower, both to subjugate him and to facilitate her entry into his anus. His upper head is lost to the viewer's sight, between the other woman's thighs, but, form the tip of his nose down, his features are visible in profile, and the observer can see that his mouth is agape. He seems to be struggling, possibly to breathe and possibly, at the same time, with the emotions of fear and shame that the women's treatment of him have aroused within him, along with the lust that is evident in his erect state.

The women's expressions, on the other hand, are matter-of-fact. It is obvious, by their neutral, even expressionless, expressions, that their treatment of the man whom they assault is as ordinary to them as it is horrific to him. The role reversal, showing a male as the victim of women, rather than women as the victims of men, suggests that, for women who are so casually assaulted by men, their fate is as appalling to them as this male victim's is to him--and the horror of the women's fate is made all the more horrific by the casual indifference to them that many men exhibit, just as the female victimizers here exhibit such indifference toward their male victim. Such turnabout may be fair, but, this drawing suggests, it is not always pleasant, even when instructive.

A close-up of anal intercourse, objectively rendered, in clear, fine lines, is a beautiful sight, despite its showing of an act that is, for some, an outrage to the recipient's integrity and a manifestation of the penetrating party's animal nature. For some, sodomy remains a sinful or unnatural act, despite its recent decriminalization in America by the ruling of the Supreme Court. Depicted impartially, even dispassionately, as simply the introduction of an erect penis into an orbicular muscle that happens to be located between a pair of spread buttocks makes the sight factual rather than emotional, eliminating hysteria in favor of objective representation: organs are organs, muscles are muscles, the act is merely an act. There is no frantic renunciation of the deed; it is represented for what it is, with the implication that it is not sinful or unnatural, but that it is simply what it is in itself, apart from social, psychological, and theological interpretations: a sexual act that is neither more nor less desirable or offensive than penile-vaginal intercourse or any other form of sexual congress. 

Having freed the act from the often-negative cultural associations that typically plague it, the drawing of an act of sodomy represents the deed as it appears, in and of itself, for the viewer's consideration as such. Anal intercourse, or sodomy, is depicted per se, unencumbered by opinion and prejudice. The viewer is free, too, therefore, to make of the neutral, decontaminated, refreshed vision of sodomy what he or she will make of it. Indeed, if anything, the objective, impartial, even casual depiction of this act invites a positive regard for it on the viewer's part, for the sleekness of the buttocks; the way that the woman's right hand, cupping her right buttock and thigh, helps to spread the cheeks of her derriere, as does her partner's left hand, which he has placed above her own, to lift the same buttock; and the straightforward depiction of the penis' entry through the anus that the woman's arched buttocks points toward him, in an inviting manner, suggests that both parties want to engage in this act. The act is not a vehicle for dominance and submission, as charges against sodomy often declare anal intercourse to be, but the result of mutual interest and enjoyment on the part of both parties.

Regardless of which figure, male or female, penetrated or penetrating, recipient or donor, the viewer relates to or identifies with, the act itself, as depicted, is what he or she makes of it him- or herself; sodomy can be desirable for either party--and, therefore, for both parties. Stripped of the baggage of theological, social, and cultural censure, sodomy becomes a potentially positive and attractive alternative, once more, to penile-vaginal, or other form, of sex.

Depictions of anal intercourse as viewed from behind, doggy style, are attractive and erotic, but so are drawings in which the couple face each other, making eye contact as they engage in this pleasurable act of giving and receiving. One illustration of a man sodomizing a woman shows the way in which such eye contact can heighten the emotional effects of the act. The woman lies upon her left side, her head resting against her raised left palm, as, legs spread wide, she fingers her clitoris while gazing into the face of the man who, also lying upon his left side and holding the back of her bent left knee, plunges his penis through her anus and into her rectum as he returns her smoky stare, a look of concentration and intensity upon his face. She is receptive; he is driven, and their passionate gazes shows their respective emotional attitudes, their manifest feelings heightening the eroticism of the drawing that shows both their physical and their emotional attitudes toward one another as they participate together in this most intimate expression of their sexual and emotional selves.

A woman is a great many things to a man. Her eyes, her gaze, and her behavior in general make her a wonderful and fascinating individual, a fellow human being who is equipped with emotions and intellect, talent and skill, past and present, possibility and actuality, body and soul--but, at the same time, she is breasts and vagina and buttocks, she is nipples, labia, clitoris, anus, and rectum, hands and legs and mouth. The only way that a man can finally deal with the overwhelming possibilities and actualities of a woman is to fetishize her by fragmenting her, temporarily positing her to exist as but organs and appendages, as muscles and ligaments, as texture and density, as color and shape. The result upon her is dehumanizing and, some would argue, demeaning, although most men do not intend either effect to ensue from their objectification of women; rather, by their reduction of women to their body parts and the functions of these anatomical pieces, men are actually trying to prevent themselves from being overwhelmed by women.

God or nature has been too generous in equipping women with both physical charms and spiritual attributes; women, by virtue of simply being themselves, engulf and overpower mere men. Fetishism is men's desperate attempt to survive the beauty and power of women. By reducing the glory and the wonder of femaleness and of femininity to a pair of buttocks, an anus, and a rectum to be mounted, impaled, and assaulted allows men to function sexually. Otherwise, the loveliness, splendor, and beauty of Woman, in all her surpassing glory, would overcome the weaker male sex, drowning and incapacitating him. Drawings of anal intercourse show this to those viewers, whether male or female, who are able to see beyond the surface and into the depths of sexual matters. In sodomizing a woman, a man may pretend to have gained dominant status, but he knows, deep down, in his heart and soul, that he has done nothing more than invade and occupy her innermost depths for a time that would be too brief even to remember were it not for the delight of orgasm and the violent passion of ejaculation that accompanied and marked this occasion. After the act, as before, woman reigns supreme. 



Visions Of Things To Cum



The time of day was early morning. I had gone out for my three mile jog as I do every morning. However this morning it looked like rain. Rain is one thing but lighting is an all together other thing. To me it looked like thunder clouds building in the east and I wanted no part of that so I cut my run short. I turned back after I had reached the Valley road by cutting across the pasture and heading for the old church. I heard the first loud crack of thunder as I reached the back of the church. Coward that I am I dashed into the covered area at the back of the church. The door was ajar so I stepped in. 

I had only met Pastor Kenneth Green and his wife Patty once as I am not a member of this church or any church for that matter. The rain was really coming down and the lighting was striking about every twenty seconds. This storm was a bad one and I was thankful for the chance to get inside and out of it. After a few minutes I started to look around I thought it unusual for the church to be open this early in the morning. I moved down a long hall some what cautiously as I felt both uneasy and that I was in fact trespassing. 

I heard a noise coming from a room ahead and off to the left. The door was ajar as was the back door. I looked in. I took a deep breath and gasped all that the same time. There on a day bed was Patty Rouse the pastors wife naked and she was kneeling between the wide spread legs of a tall dark haired girl I recognized as Ann Norris. Ann was naked also lying on her back with the legs high in the air spread wide so that Patty could get her mouth over that young sweet pussy. Ann was making sounds of pure delight and Patty was moving her head from side to side running her tongue over Ann’s clitoris. Both it seemed to me were having a great time. For one short second I thought I could enjoy either position. 

I was about to make my retreat when I heard a male voice. Walking up to and behind Patty was a tall wide shouldered boy that I knew was Betty Green’s son Allen. He was naked and I was in total shock when I saw the size of the boys cock. It was the biggest cock I had ever seen in my thirty six years. He looked at Patty broad ass and quickly took hold of her plump hips jerking her back into him plunging his cock up to the hilt in her. Patty only gave out a little squeal of pleasure as he started to fuck her hard and fast. 

The rhythm between his banging Patty’s ass and Patty licking Ann’s pussy was a thing of beauty. All three came together and apart at the same time as if this was not the first time the three had done this. I was so excited by what I as watching I soon found myself reaching up under my running shorts and fingering my own clitoris.


 Ann cried out, she was cumming and so did Allen. I watched the three jerk widely and collapsed in a heat as I felt myself reaching a climax of such proportions that I was not so concerned about hiding any more I just wanted to have a long climax something I had not had in a long time. But I did manage to get back down the hall before I let out my own scream and flooding my hand with a creamy warm substances. 

I staggered and fumbled my ay out the door into the storm running like a crazy person toward home. 

Once in my back door I fell into a chair in my kitchen. Breathing heavy I could not get the picture of what I had seen out of my mind. That was when I remember a shadow on the wall behind the day bed. Out of my sight but there just the same was a fourth person in that small room of joy and pleasure. I wished now I had taken the time to get a better look at who might have been watching that three way party. 

As editor and only star reporter for the Weekly Valley Town newspaper I had to have some fun with this. Besides myself there were two others that made a meager living from the newspaper. Mr. Howard Cord, age (Old) he came with the newspaper. Then there was my young office go-fer Wilda Kane. She had not been in town long when I hired her to run errands and deliver papers to the drug store, 7-11 store and the gas station. Wilda had moved to town with her older sister Penny who was a teacher at our new high school. 

Wilda had a nose for news and wanted to try her hand at reporting. I promised her she could start doing just that if she graduated school, which she did with honors. Wilda was a pretty blonde with a pair of boobs that turned the heads of every man in town married, single or gay it made no difference she was as they say a “knockout” besides she seemed to have an eye that let her notice the strange and unusual. She also seemed to enjoy getting the local dirt on our most proponent citizens. She lived in the old King house that had been turned into apartments. There seemed to be enough news from the other tenants to keep me in business every week. 

So while I wrote up a story that had plenty of innuendo in it to create a lot of interest this week. I let enough facts fall by the wayside so that it would also let the four payers in the church know that they were seen by some one. I of course put in the line where it stated that (Some unknown person had informed this paper). As for the rest of the town they would know that something was going on but not just what was going on.

It had not been thirty minutes after Wilda delivered the papers around town when I got my first visitor to ask about the church story. Much to my surprise it was the father of Ann Norris. Burt Norris was a very handsome man and I got a little tingle when he approached my desk and held out his strong hand. I had heard he was seeing the widow Green and it was her son that was involved in the fiasco at the church.


 I wondered just how much this man may know about the little get together and could it possibly have been his shadowed on the wall I saw. If that was true then he would have been there with his own daughter. 

My God I was letting my mind run-a-muck. But I took his hand and noticed that he held my hand a bit longer than need be. However it felt good to have his strong hand on mine. He asked me to take a walk with him and we headed for the coffee shop down the street. Burt was an easy going kind of man and he seemed to have presences that made me and I assumed many women feel warm and close to him. I wondered if he was doing the deed with the widow Green. If he was I bet she was a happy lady. I smiled as he pulled out a chair for me at the rear of the coffee shop. If in fact he was the shadow and he was there with his daughter and Widow Green’s son would that mean the widow Green may also be involved in this sexy little group. I blinked and thought I was just letting my mind play tricks on me. 

Burt and I talked about his hardware store, his farm and his plans for the Valley. It seemed to me that this was turning out to be more of a review of him than what had gone on in the church. So I came out and asked him about. 

Burt’s smile was broad and friendly. He asked me to take a little walk with him so I followed him out he back door of the coffee shop and across the alley to his store. As we entered through the back door of his store he guided me to a stair way that lead down into a well lighted basement. There sitting at a large table was his daughter, Pastor Rouse and his wife, Allen Green and his mother Betty . Pastor Rouse stood and came to me. Kenneth took me by the hand and led me to the group. I neither felt threatened or in any danger but more like I was about to be questioned and maybe co worsted into reveling my teller of tails. But this was not the case. Instead I was told by Pastor Rouse that they knew it was me that had come into the church basement and watched the party there. They asked me if I would like to join there little group and be in on the fun and games which they enjoyed from time to time. They were all standing now, in kind of circled around me but in a friendly manner. It was Burt that came up close and put his arms around my shoulders and said that he thought I would really enjoy being part of their group. 

After a glass of wine I admitted I had in fact watched them in the church. I also admitted it had turned me on and I had masturbated before running out. I really don’t remember how we all got naked but I do remember watching Allen and his mother moving off to a large recliner chair where she sat across her son’s lap. I watched as that wonderful cock disappeared up into her. I was feeling it and thinking how it must feel in her.


 Then I was hugged and kissed by Ken and his wife. They helped me to a fold out sofa and we three lay down side by side. Ken was kissing me and I was rapidly getting excited and hotter by the second. I guess this is when I realized I was a voyeur. I wanted to watch the others almost as much as I wanted Patty to kiss my pussy as she did Ann’s in the church. Patty did kiss down my belly and was working some kind of magic with her fingers as Ken started to suck on my nipples. I was really enjoying the Pastor and his wife but I was getting turning on by watching Burt standing near the wet bar with his daughter holding his cock in her hand. She was just holding it and kind of fondling it.

I was so hot I wanted to get a cock in me. I pushed Patty away and pulled Ken over on me. He was quick to respond and hooking my leg he pulled it high up as he forced his way into me. It felt so good to have a cock in me Patty was now up by my face kissing me on the mouth. I kissed her back. For the moment I forgot about the others and concentrated on my own pleasures. 

Ken gave me what I had been lacking in my life for many months. He brought me to a climax and I let it flow freely as I felt him pump his own warm sperm into me. Releasing my leg he rolled off me. Patty quickly placed her mouth over my cunt and started to suck his sperm and my climactic fluids out of me.

This gave me once again a few of the room. Allen was still fucking his mother but how he had her bent over the arm of the chair and was doing her doggie style. Burt had his daughter sitting on a bar stool and he was licking her pussy. His back was to me and I could see his balls hanging down, they were huge and heavy. I wanted so much to touch them and feel his scrotum. Just then Betty let out a whimper and jerked wildly as she gave up a climax to her son. He joined her by jerking and pumping her hard finishing off deep in her. I thought she had to like that cock in her. 

Ann was pulling her father by the hair to make him get his mouth tighter up between her legs as she climaxed for him. As far as I could see Patty and Burt were the only ones in the room that did not reach a climax. 

However it was not long before we were all at it once again. We had taken a short pause and cleaned up some. Burt had once again passed around the glasses of wine. I was sitting on the foot of the bed as Burt walked over and stood before me. Is handsome erection was once again in full bloom and I did not hesitate to take it into my mouth. Ann his daughter was now doing the same for young Allen while he sat in the large recliner. Betty was under Patty licking her pussy as Ken stood in front of his wife getting his cock sucked. I had my hands full of Burt’s heavy large balls which I wanted to drain of every drop.


 Before the last drop of sperm and the last drop of sweet pussy nectar was given up this day I had one more thought. I wondered if Wilda my young go-fer just might enjoy joining this wonderful group. I could see her naked with those large tits bouncing as either Burt or Allen fucked her doggie style. I also had a vision of me licking her sweet young pussy to a magnificent climax. Visions sweet vision of thing to cum were filling my head as Burt had filled my mouth with his hot salty cum...