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The Kiss

By: JulianWinslow



All characters in sexual situations are above 18 years of age.

*

Don Julian Winslow

The Collector turned on a spirited little piece by Vivaldi, hummed along as he meandered around the darkened room, leisurely stripping to the waist. He took his time, his fingers working their way down the front of his shirt, deliberately opening each button, unbuttoning the cuffs, peeling the white shirt off his shoulders. Bare-chested, he turned on the overhead track lighting, and set about adjusting the twin lamps to flood the girl displayed before him. Then he picked up a tall wooden stool to move it into place directly in front of his pinioned captive. He poured himself a brandy and then climbed on his high perch, hooking his boot heels over a lower rung, to sit with folded knees elevated, facing the staked-out girl who, still unconscious, was slumped forward in her restraints, her head and shoulders sagging down. A shimmering cowl of soft brown hair fell forward to mostly hide her face. He took a sip from the brandy glass he held cradled in both hands, and glanced at his watch. The Collector was a patient man; he was prepared to wait. It wouldn't be much longer till the chloroform began to wear off. 

Meanwhile, he would use this interlude to leisurely enjoy the sight of the splendidly naked girl who was now in his hands; her young coltish body splayed open, pinned like a rare butterfly against the tilted slab of smooth, vinyl-covered plywood in the pose he especially favored -- arms held up as if in surrender; legs spread open. He had tried out many such arrangements, but he judged this one as best: the girl's hands, slim and delicate, raised up even with her face; thin wrists positioned on either side of the head, held in place there by leather straps affixed to the board. Similar straps secured her opened ankles to the board, holding her bare feet in a widened stance, thus preventing the captive from closing her legs. 

The imposed stance was not so wide as to stretch the legs uncomfortably, but it would serve to make the point when she came to and fully realized how she was splayed out. She would know then just how open she was to this man; her legs spread apart for him, her body completely exposed!

Now he saw the young woman stir, her lolling head rising up slowly, brown eyes fluttering open to find a half-naked man sitting there before her -- watching her with thoughtful gray eyes. At first it didn't register. Her vision was still bleary from the lingering effects of the chloroformed rag he had pressed to her nose holding it there till she collapsed in his arms and he hauled her limp body into the van. The abduction had taken no more than half a minute, marked by a frantic, flailing struggle that crested in the final moment of panic. That moment had instantly yielded to the overcoming feeling of drowsiness that descended on her like a heavy blanket, obliterating her world as she fell into the abyss.

Joyce remembered little of what had happened, just bits and pieces that came to her, disconnected. Still disoriented, she looked at the smooth-muscled physique of the seated man, her mind struggling to make sense of it all. He was alert, watching for what he saw now as those big brown eyes began to focus and the girl gained a dawning awareness of her situation: spread out, unable to move her arms and legs, and worse, when the full realization hit her like a ton of bricks -- she was stark naked! She let out a howling scream, but only a muted bray came out, and it was then that she realized she was not only tied up but she was also gagged! She was totally helpless, a wildly scared animal driven by instinct. A wave of rising panic flooded over the captive; her eyes widened in alarm and she strained to free her arms, twisted in frenzied rage, yanked hard against her bonds, again and again! But the leather straps held. 

The Collector watched her futile efforts with calm unwavering eyes; sat motionless while she brayed her protests in mounting urgency, all the while straining against the leather restraints, small fists working reflexively as she thrashed about in mounting panic. He did nothing, letting her flail about thumping against the backboard, till the futility of her resistance began to sink in. It was hopeless. Tied as she was, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, she could do. In the end she could only give up, and with a final gurgled protest, she fell silent, hanging limply, breathing heavily, regarding him with glaring eyes widened in fear from over the red rubber ball jammed between her gaping teeth. 

She was sweating lightly; her face sheened with perspiration. He could almost smell the girl's fear. He said not a word, just looked deep into those frightened doe eyes...and gave her a smile.

***

"So Amy, how're we feeling?" His voice, when it finally came, was a soft purr; warm, low-pitched and gently solicitous.

"Ummph!" was the best the poor girl could do by way of reply; a sound of desperation forced with terrible urgency around the hard rubber stopper that effectively plugged her opened mouth.

"Now, now. It's okay," he quickly soothed. "There's nothing to be afraid of. No one's going to hurt you," he muttered reassuringly. 

"How could anyone hurt such a pretty thing? So very pretty...," he crooned in sincere admiration. His eyes caressed the girl's splayed-out body: the slender coltish limbs, the slim chest with its small neat breasts, shaped like little champagne glasses with their up-tilted nipples, perky and hopeful; the flat in-sloping belly with the slight hollow just before the rise of the soft mound of a lightly-furred vulva -- all held on open display before him. 

His silky words sent a shiver through her, and she watched with growing alarm as he quite deliberately set the brandy snifter down on a nearby table, shifted in his seat, and leaned in toward her. And when she saw him reaching for her, the girl's head immediately snapped up and to the left. Whimpering in fear, she reared up on her toes, stretching back in an effort to retreat from the outstretched fingers. 

His touch, when it came, was surprisingly gentle, no more than a brushing of two fingertips that made brief contact with the side of her face; just a touch on her soft cheek that trailed lightly down her chin and then withdrew.

He pulled the stool a few inches closer, closing the gap between them. 

Once again he reached out; she looked down, following his approaching hand which, this time, went to the top of her bare chest. She whimpered into her gag as he pressed two joined fingers there, lightly indenting the soft smooth skin. She stiffened at his touch then quivered as the pads of his fingertips lightly skated downward, curving around to follow the well-defined curve of her left breast. He sampled that tight little breast, lifting the taut jellied mound on his fingertips, using the pad of his extended thumb to lightly rub over the nascent nipple. Joyce cut off a tiny moan which escaped in spite of herself, as his thumb brushed back and forth over her rubbery nubbin. 

The Collector reflected that his newest captive had the sort of taut-skinned breasts that jutted out, unsupported, with both innocence and a certain audacity, like some lovely sculpted marble whose seductive contours irresistibly attracted the hand of a male admirer. His fingers nosed under the little mound and he cupped them loosely to balance the little tittie on the very tips, as if weighing the floppy weight.

"Look at me Amy," he coaxed, while the thumb slowly kept up its incessant caress of her sensate nipple. In the only protest left to her, Joyce had kept her head defiantly turned, craning as hard as she could to one side.

The man seemed infinitely patient, sitting there like some bare-chested Buddha, simply holding her left breast, while the pad of his thumb teased over the tip, coaxing her nipples into greater prominence, so that they started to tingle. After a few minutes of this stimulation, Joyce slowly turned back to face her seated captor.

"There, that's better." His hand fitted the sloping curve of her small breast, the emerging nipple resting in his curved palm of his hand, as he scanned her face, as if searching for something.

She felt the warmth of his covering hand, but hardly noticed that her body was betraying her with the first signs of arousal. Struggling with her heightened emotions, she was too terrified to take notice of the sexual tingling. The sheer panic had receded, but Joyce's heart was still pounding; her mind racing with a thousand questions: 'Who was this guy? Where was she?!' She looked around the room frantically -- a darkened basement room, with cement block walls and small high windows that had been boarded up. The wave of panic came over her again. She was sure this had all been some kind of mistake. It had to be! He kept calling her "Amy." 'He had the wrong person! Was he confused, or deranged; some kind of psychopath?' A new shiver of fear shot through her, as the thought struck her. 'He was going to rape her. Maybe even ...kill her?!' 

She closed her eyes; took a deep breath through flaring nostrils, struggling to gain control of herself. From over her gag, Joyce stared at her captor with pleading desperation in her eyes. He returned her mute begging with a smile. The smile was kind, but the man's eyes remained cold, detached, and strangely hypnotic. Her stared into her eyes as he lightly held her trembling breast. She couldn't tear herself away from those terrible eyes that cut through her to lick her soul. She watched him slowly thoughtfully nod his head.

"Poor Amy. I know it must be terribly uncomfortable for you, being tied up like this, with that nasty ol' gag stuffed in your mouth."

His hand fondled lovingly her for a few seconds and then withdrew, leaving her breasts abandoned, the nipple semi-hard. 

"I know you want me to take the gag out, and I will. Very soon now. But first there's a few things we got to get straight between us, and I can't have you interrupting me, now can I? No. No. That wouldn't do at all,' he tsked, shaking his head. 

"You see, it's important that I have your full attention. Do I have your full attention, Amy?"

He waited.

She nodded.

He smiled. "Good girl."

Now while the splayed-out girl took in his words with eyes growing wide in disbelief over the distorting ball gag, the strange man quietly laid out his plans for her. She was in his house where she would remain... for some time (and the fateful words gave her a terrible sinking feeling) -- as his "guest." And while she lived under his roof, she was to obey his rules, and do exactly as she was told. If she followed orders, no harm would come to her. She would learn to be a "good girl," the perfect houseguest; to behave herself, and always be obedient and respectful. She would learn to speak only when spoken to, and she would always answer with a polite "Sir."

And if she were a good girl, he would remove the gag, and possibly even untie her. But if she was bad, she would find herself immediately backed up against the board, hands and feet tied down, the gag jammed in her mouth. And she would wait like that till he was ready to mete out her punishment, for bad girls must be punished. That was one of the house rules.

He leaned closer bringing his face to just a few inches from hers, so that he was looking deep into her terrified eyes.

"Now if you want the gag out, you have to promise me to be good," he whispered. 

"Will you be my good girl, Amy?"

The girl looked up at him and nodded vigorously; the look of a hopeful puppy dog in her big brown eyes.

He returned her nod, and his hands went up to find the strap behind her head, fingers working blindly to open the catch. The gag fell loose and she expelled the hated ball from her mouth with a wave of relief to be rid of the hated thing. 

For a moment she sagged forward, heaving in ragged gasps, and working her mouth and lips and tongue. Then she straightened, and a desperate rush of words came tumbling out.

"Who are you?! What do you want?!! Listen to me, this is all some kind of mistake! My name's not Amy! I'm..."

A hand shot up to cup her mouth, the fingers clamping hard.

"Uuumph," she protested in a muted scream, trying mightily to twist out of his grasp, but his fingers tightened, holding her jaw in an iron grip, keeping her head immobilized.

"Hush, hush, Amy. You promised to be good. I'm disappointed in you; I'm afraid you'll be wearing the gag for some time." His voice was calm, matter-of-fact.

"Nnnnngh!! The muffled protest was forced with even greater vehemence, but the Collector merely took her nose between two fingers and pinched her nostrils shut, effectively shutting off her air. Joyce struggled in alarm, and though she was determined to keep her mouth defiantly shut, she had to breathe and when the squirming girl opened up to suck in a quick breath of air, the ball was instantly jammed right into her gaping mouth. 

In a flash, his deft fingers had the elastic straps secured, the ball now pressed into her mouth and held there, snugly in place.

"UUUUUnnngh," Joyce's wail of despair was reduced to a strangled cry.

"That was very bad, Amy. I can see you're going to have to learn to be good girl. It would be best if you had some time to think about what you've done in disobeying me. Well, I'll leave you to it."

With that, he turned away from her, walked across the room and turned off the background music, then the lights, leaving the frightened girl in total darkness. She heard him moving behind her, heard the trod of his boots ascending some stairs, strained to listen as he came to the top of the stairs where a door opened and then closed again with a heavy and definite 'thunk'. He had left her there! Alone! Bound and gagged; a naked prisoner in a darkened basement! Once again the wave of sheer terror overwhelmed her. Driven by panic, she struggled. And though the pinioned girl whimpered like a hurt puppy, there was no one in the darkness to hear her plaintive moans.

***

Slumped in the bonds that held her up against the smoothly-covered slab, the prisoner must have dozed off. Her frantic fear had subsided, but a vague sense of dread remained. Disengaged in the darkness, her mind floated, adrift as in some twilight zone. She came out of her dream world abruptly, dimly aware of the dull ache in her upraised arms. She worked her fists, roused herself, and raised her head to crane back against the board. Then she became aware of something else -- the dryness in her mouth and throat. It must have been her parched throat that awakened her, caused her to stir. She let herself hang in despair, her world now reduced in the dark cellar to one overpowering need, the need for water. She tried a strangled cry for help, but it came out as a weak and pitiful whimper. By now, she had lost all track of time, but as she hung in the silent darkness, with her dry mouth and now ragging thirst, she, unbelievably, heard the sound of the door opening above her.

Wildly hopeful, she tried another cry, desperate to get the man's attention. But this time it came out as nothing more than a tiny whimper. If he heard it at all, he paid no attention, for the booted feet never skipped a beat as they methodically descended the wooden steps behind her. But even if he wasn't coming in response to her cries for help, the captive was elated. The main thing was he was coming back! He was coming back! 

A sudden snap and she was blinded by the brilliant flash of the overhead lights. In a few seconds her eyes fluttered open to find her captor sitting there, bare-chested, just as before, except that this time he held in his hand...a glass of water!

"Well Amy, I see you're still here."

His cruel joke brought a piteous moan of despair from the hanging girl.

"Look what I've brought you." He held the glass up prominently right before her eyes.

"Of course, if you're going to have a drink, I'll have to remove the gag first. We tried that before, but you were bad. Remember? Well, I'm willing to try again, if you'll promise to be good this time. Really promise." He let that sink in. "Now tell me Amy, if I take the gag out, promise me that this time you're going to be a good girl."

Joyce bobbed her head vigorously, wildly desperate to get across to him her pathetic eagerness to comply with whatever this madman said.

Once again he reached for her, but this time instead of resisting, she docilely bowed her head, leaning forward to meet him, eager to help his hands find the binding straps that were clipped together behind her head. The sense of relief to be rid of the expelled gag was overwhelming. Greedily, she gulped at the glass he held to her lips. She took several long drinks, pausing only to breathe, draining the glass. Then she looked up at him, as if she considering saying something. But one look at the warning expression on his face made her think better of it.

"Enough?" he asked politely.

She nodded in silent obedience.

"Good. You're learning. But you must answer properly. From now on when I ask you a question you will respond with 'Yes, Sir.' Do you understand?"

The girl licked her lips, dropped her eyes to the floor, and tried the words that came out in soft whisper: "Yes, Sir."

She glanced up to find him smiling in satisfaction. She had pleased the man, and for some strange reason she felt good about that, weirdly proud. 

"Yes, you'll be a good girl, and I'll be nice to you, you'll see." He closed in on her. "Now kiss me."

Her lips were pursed, but now she curled them, pressing them tight together in mute refusal. The man might take her, but he would not enjoy it!

He simply grinned and took her small face between his hands. He drew her to him, her eyes widening in helpless alarm as his lips covered hers. He forced open her lips and sent his tongue darting into her mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed and she arched back, as his plunging tongue explored her mouth while his lips pressed against hers with terrible hunger. 

She struggled against the upwelling of lust, determined to deny herself and her captor the pleasures that threatened to overwhelm her. But the fires that the passionate kiss kindled in her healthy young body sent her up on her toes, surging back against him as he ground his chest against the pliant softness of her maidenly breasts. Soon she was kissing him back, her own tongue answering his probes, slithering up against his in that lewd intimate dance that only lovers know.

Then he pulled back, and she was left breathless and panting, her small breasts heaving in the aftermath of their first kiss.

The End

The Kiss



The man and woman walking down the sidewalk were partners. They were both good looking folks and it was natural to assume that they may be a couple. This was difficult for their lovers. It was tedious to listen to the recount of their work days, hearing not only the standard ins and outs, but of all the little jokes, accomplishments, disappointments & adventures that the partners shared so intimately. It became very hard for their lovers and spouses not to be jealous, not only of their daily working relationship, but of the stolen moments they either heard about or witnessed. 

The two walked down the street shoulder to shoulder. It was a cold day and the morning forecast predicted rain. She was wearing a long trench coat, fastened tightly at the waist. The form complimented her. Accompanied by her black fedora, stocking clad legs and smart shoes, she cut a dashing figure. She was suggestive of a classic spy movie, a Casablanca-inspired look that spoke "top-secret" in a very clever way. He wore a non-descript black suit and trench coat. The only fetching element he wore was his highly polished patent leather shoes. They were remnants of his military days. His Navy dress blues required a highly shined shoe. He now saved them for days which he must wear a suit that promised rain. They were his version of a rain boot. 

They walked quickly together, purposefully. They had somewhere they had to be and had decided to walk. The decision was made with enthusiastic murmurings about exercise and getting fresh air before the rain arrived, but it was apparent that it would provide them with an opportunity for more intimate conversation. It also gave them an excuse to walk closely together, shoulder to shoulder. He was carrying his umbrella around his wrist, ready to pop up if rain drops threatened. He was secretly thrilled with the prospect of having an excuse to pull her close. How else would they both fit under the umbrella?

Her brightly lipsticked mouth curved easily and widely into a smile at his little jokes. She liked it best when they spoke in the secret code of partners, commiserating about people they worked with. They occasionally even used unflattering nicknames for their lover's. But that was usually reserved for when one of them was upset with a significant other. They both secretly worried that speaking too often unflatteringly about their mates would lead the other to think that they were complaining too much, a symptom of being a difficult mate. If either of them knew how concerned the other was with how they might be perceived as mates, they would both have blushed ruefully and tried to ignore the pulling butterflies low in their bellies.

She was enamored with the way he smelled, and had purchased the same cologne for her boyfriend. Out of guilt she had convinced herself that it was the cologne she enjoyed so thoroughly, not the way it smelled on her partner. She tried to convince herself of this every time she recognized the smell on another man. She made a point to articulate it out loud to whomever might wear the cologne. She especially made a point to do this in front of her partner. She would smell the scent on another man and, with a big audible whiff, say "God, he is wearing that cologne. It smells so good!!" Feeling very satisfied with himself, her partner would then comment in a clearly joking manner (or perhaps not) that he was amazed that she could keep her hands off of him. She always giggled at this and made some comment in a matching joking manner, that she just might if she wasn't afraid that his very aggressive wife would accost her physically, with very unpleasant results. They would both giggle at this little barb. He always felt a little jolt of pleasure knowing that not only was she insinuating that she would touch him, but also that she apparently understood how unreasonable and unattractive his wife could be. She was still very reluctant to admit that even after her boyfriend had started to wear the cologne, it never smelled quite as good as it did on her partner. She told herself it must have something to do with her partners body chemistry, the cologne just mixed will with him. She could not admit that perhaps it was him and his smell that she liked so much. 

He noticed her leg while they walked. He liked it very much when she wore a dress. Not only because it showed her femininity (something that got lost in their line of work), but also because he could see her skin. The hosiery was an added bonus. He loved the sound of her legs crossing and uncrossing while sitting. He could just faintly hear the fabric from one leg rub against the fabric on the other. The sound summoned the image of her legs rubbing against him. He also liked the way her high, round calves ended at her dainty ankles. Today she had on a high healed shoe that had a strap around the ankle, and this only highlighted her tiny features more. They looked extremely hard to walk in, but dead sexy. It let him think of her as dainty and frail. It made him seem very large in comparison, and he liked feeling bigger. He fancied that he would be able to protect her if someone else were to see those dainty ankles and think that they could perhaps attack her, hurt her. 

Through the corner of her eyes, she noticed when he inspected her legs, and felt very satisfied. The look stirred a faint tingle below of her stomach She relished the chance to wear a dress because she knew her partner always noticed. Unlike her boyfriend, who gave her plenty of lip service when she wore a dress, her partner reacted physically. His eyes definitely noticed, and he was quicker to open a door and usher her through it with his hand firmly planted at the small of her back. She also noticed that when she crossed and uncrossed her legs he got color in his cheeks and often became uncomfortable. She liked to exert this control over him and the situation made her fidgety, so she would end up crossing and uncrossing her legs more often than usual. She also played with her hair more often. It seemed a natural thing to do. She would cross her legs, and flip her long, auburn hair over her shoulder. She wore it down and curled when she wore a dress, or perhaps pulled it back with a sash. Today she wore a hat. She thought it more prudent in light of the rainy forecast.

He admired the red curls spilling out of the back of her hat. Paired with the trench coat, it almost looked costume-like. Her long, loose curls, her coat, her dangerously high heeled shoes, her brightly tinted lips. She looked as if she should be boarding an old steam train in a far away place, returning home after completing a secret mission. He had read dime store novels ferociously as a teen, and got into police work after fantasizing for hours about being a gritty street detective who always saved the girl. In those younger days, he would lie in bed and practice witty lines that closed the stories in his head. Real police work had been much different, of course. And instead of the pretty damsel in distress showing up across his desk, and fluttering on about how in danger and helpless she was, he worked with his very own damsel everyday. She was competent, quick thinking, kind, funny and empathetic to a fault which only solidified his damsel perception. Although she was incredibly capable at her work, her personal life was often messy. He though she selected a string of boyfriend who were wounded birds in an attempt to help them, nurture them, mother them. Instead, they ended up hurting her. They either flourished under her care and flew away for bigger and better things, or abused her giving nature until it was apparent even to her that things must end. This last boyfriend had lasted a lot longer than her partner was comfortable with. The boyfriend was a struggling writer, and by the very nature of his profession depended on her to support him, both fiscally and mentally. Her partner thought it was disgusting how the boyfriend lived a life smothered by unreciprocated support and love. 

This only made his home life more painful. He went home each night to a very beautiful but hard woman, who let her sense of practicality be her excuse for not giving him affection, but who betrayed this sense by spending oodles of time and money with other people. It wasn't always like that. They were married at eighteen and had embarked in what seemed like a great adventure together. Now they had been married for twelve years, had two kids and a house in the suburbs, that was just a little to expensive for his civil servant's salary. He wasn't sure exactly when it happened, although it seemed to be marked by the birth of his first child, but at some point any sense of adventure had left the relationship. He was filled with this great drive to take care of his family, but was disgusted with what they did with what he gave. It left him feeling guilty about resenting them. His fantasies of other woman, of his partner, often revolved around sex, but he had come to realize with an epiphany-like force that the fantasies had much less to do with sex and much more to do with acceptance and touch and love. His fantasies, like the thoughts of his partners legs, often revolved around snippets of intimate relations set in the process of sexual coupling. After realizing this, the intimate moments he stole with his partner became much more significant and satisfying to him, and ultimately a bigger source of guilt. 

Suddenly big rain drops began lob on the sidewalk. When they fell upon her nose and then her cheek, she let out an excited and surprised "Oh!". With a sweeping motion, he swung the umbrella up from his hands and depressed the button to open it up. In a short moment he had the umbrella open. To the music of her surprised giggled he slipped a hand around her tightly bound waist and pulled her close, under the umbrella. It would occur to him later that he had unsnapped the strap that bound the umbrella closed when they had come out of the building. He couldn't imagine that this action was planned, but he knew better than to think it was coincidental. He had the fantasy so many times of being a seedy detective while she the helpless heiress. The two of them walking alone in the rain, down a dark alley, exchanging witty lines and stealing kisses before taking each other right there, against a wet and dirty wall, her dressed pushed up to her waist. Perhaps when he saw her that day, dressed unknowingly for the part. With a forecast of rain, his imagination secretly took over and set the stage. 

When he pulled her close under the umbrella, the rain and wind picked up. Suddenly her nose was against his neck. The smell was warm in contrast to the bitingly wind. She was delighted with it, and leaned in to smell him more without even thinking. In that moment, she was forced to realized that it it was the smell on him that she adored. She was suddenly red faced and very embarrassed to be only inches from his white collar, the expanse of smooth skin on his long, strong neck. She noticed the fine hairs on his neck, the bulge of muscle that disappeared into his collar. Those images tempted her to lean in for kiss, maybe a nibble of that smooth skin. Her faced burned with even more mortification, and perhaps hidden lust, at the thought that he might notice that when he pulled her under the umbrella, she snuggled in more. The line of his body was warm and lusciously inviting. That cold breeze had cut under her coat, up her barley clad legs. She was afraid he would think she was coming on to him, inviting him to her. And while the thought of being excited to wear a dress in front of him was reconciled with her conscience (every girl like to confirm that they are pretty, didn't they?) the thought that he might interpret something she did as purposefully enticing him was very embarrassing, and maybe even a little scary. The sheer thought of soiling his life, his family, simply to fulfill her silly need for his flesh wracked her with guilt. And besides, she had learned long ago that if she never offered herself, he could never say no. 

She immediately adjust her posture giving her some distance from him. She was beginning to feel fuzzy brained and need to be away from his warm scent, from his delicious neck, from his pretty, aggressive wife, from his two lovely (albeit spoiled) children. All this time they had continued to walk forward, awkwardly against each other. When she pulled away from him she wasn't paying attention to the sidewalk. She did not realize they had gotten to a intersection and that a curb lay directly in front of her. Neither of them saw the sewer grate over the edge of the curb. So when she stepped forward and the sidewalk disappear, she was very surprised. Miscalculating the stepping distance to the ground, all of her weight followed her leg. She let out another surprise "Oh!" as she stepped very hard onto the sewer grate. The heal of her shoes unexpectedly caught in the grate and she tumbled as she tried to step forward, tried to catch herself with her other foot. 

He, of course, stopped walking when she fell. She wasn't clumsy often. It had not escaped his notice that she had sniffed his neck when he had pulled her close. He was sure the tip of her nose had brushed his skin when she leaned into him. But she was comical now. He was looking forward to teasing her later about her lack of grace. He imagined it all in an instant. They would be sitting together tonight, after the deposition that they were heading to, in the dark paneled bar across from the court house. He would rib her about how she got too close to him and got so excited that she tripped over herself. That thought was immediately followed by an instant of worry. He knew that if she were to fall and rip her hosiery, or soil her dress, that it would be a minor "female" emergency. He knew after being married for years that no woman would turn up to a destination knowingly wearing ripped nylons. It occurred to him then that he should try to catch her. What better than to rescue his damsel? He smiled at this and went to step forward.

In that instant, that true instant, two things happened. Firstly, the woman did fall. The shoe that was caught in the sewer grate did not release until the very last minute. The strain of her weight pulling against her trapped shoe was released, and it was enough force to thrust her body forward too quickly for her other leg to keep up. She wrenched forward for a second, her body half bent over, head down, blindly driving forward. She had apparently predicted her fall because her hands were not flapping wildly to keep balance, but instead were in front of her, ready to brace her body. Secondly, the man noticed their surroundings. They were a little bit further along the road than he thought. Their conversation and moment of intimacy had distracted him and they had walked the route to the courthouse mindlessly, knowing the way from many similar trips. They were now directly in front of the Court house, in a very busy intersection that crossed four lanes of traffic. Already the press had assembled on the court house steps. This was, after all, a very important trial, and required attention. He was aware of feeling a vague sense of dread as he realized that all of the reporters congregated on the court house steps had abruptly turned around to face him. He knew from years of experience that reporters had a mystic-like sense of events and often recognized the sounds, sights and smells of disaster before anyone else. Much like a flock of birds, when they reacted and moved in groups as they were now, you could guarantee they detected a front page story. 

His attention turned back to her just in time to see her land on her hands and knees. He took a sharp breath knowing that she had ripped her hosiery and may even have bloodied her hands and knees. He immediately began to step forward. He became aware of the oncoming taxi cab only when it honked loudly at him. The cab had begun to slow down because it was turning right into the adjacent street. The man looked up to see the taxi cab driver staring at him. The cab driver had angry eyes, perhaps upset because he thought the man standing on the corner would jay walk, even though the driver had his blinkers on and a green arrow. Driving a taxi in the city was serious business, especially when you had a well-dressed fare who said he had to be somewhere immediately, and that the taxi driver would be taken care of if he could get the fare to his destination inside of ten minutes. In the taxi drivers mind this man on the corner was trying to jay walk, apparently to get to the courthouse on the other side, and if he had to slow his cab he would jeopardize his tip. 

The taxi driver leaned on his horn and stepped on the accelerator to startle the man. The taxi driver gave the man a dirty look, accompanied with a slightly satisfied smirk, as the driver noticed the surprise and horror on the man's face. That's right, buddy the Taxi driver thought back up. No one wants to get hit by a car. The taxi drivers eyes were still locked with the man on the corner when he struck the women. The cab driver and his fare had no idea what had just happened. The taxi driver felt something tug at the steering wheel, and then heard a horrible noise. He heard a human sound, a scream perhaps, and then hard organic sounding crunches. Instinct told the driver to speed up, get out of the way. This was not an attempt to hit and run, but to remove himself from harms way. In his panic the driver pushed on the accelerator. He heard a second, sickening crunch as he felt his back tires drive over something. The physical thud of the cabs back end hitting the ground was accompanied by an unknown sound. After the taxi driver had relived this moment in his dreams again and again, he realized that it was the weight of the cab crushing the woman's lungs at the exact moment she was trying to cry out, creating a unnaturally forced and strangled effect. 

Her partner watched it all unfold for a second. Shock and the instinct of self-preservation kept his legs glued to the sidewalk. As the taxi cab rounded the corner and drove over his partner, his damsel, he sprung into action. He lunged forward, unable to scream "No!" or "Stop!" or even "Oh my God!". Instead he flung himself forward, his fists slamming into the trunk of the cab as it pulled around. He didn't notice the taxi cab stop after it rounded the corner, the taxi driver running to the woman. He didn't notice the whole flock of reporters running across the street. He didn't notice that the car following the taxi cab had stopped short. The young woman who was driving it was leaning out her window with her cell phone in hand, calling 911.

The man leaned over the woman. Her hat was lost from her head. Her trench coat was ripped open to expose a black dress with small white polka dots, literally soaked with blood from wounds hidden by the fabric. Her hosiery was impossibly torn. Her legs were literally crushed, bone and flesh exposed, laying at awkward and surreal angles. He knelt down besides her, scooping a hand behind her neck to lift her head. He had completely forgotten his emergency first-aid training mandate to never move a trauma victims neck out of fear of worsening a neck or spinal cord injury. When he put his hand behind her neck his stomach turned. It was soft and not exactly all one piece. He felt warm fluid too thin to be blood. Immediately the tears began to flow uncontrollably as he called her name. He said it gently at first, almost a whisper, but his voice grew with force at each iteration until he was all but screaming. Without out realizing it, he had stopped saying her name and started calling her "baby". He hurriedly whispered hang on baby , it's going to be ok, just hang on.

She wasn't exactly sure what was going on. She hurt everywhere. She did not realize she had gotten hit. She did not realize that her skull and her legs were not in one piece. Her brain was dutifully protecting her from the devastation she had just experienced. She could feel his hands at the back of her neck and was vaguely aware that other people were assembling around her. She was aware that his hand under her head was wet and thought it must be from the rain. It was falling quite heavily now and she thought that they should get out of it. She heard him call her baby, and she smiled a little. It had been a long time since someone calling her baby had given her butterflies. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her left eye stung when she tried to open it, but her right could see clearly. She saw him over her, frantically looking her up and down. But instead of the admiring look he usually had, he looked panicked, devastated even. The color was completely gone from his face. And even though the rain was falling all over him, it did not hide the fact that he was crying. She realized that it was the exaggerated and panicked cry that she did secretly in the shower when she was feeling overwhelmed. This alarmed and upset her. She tried to sit up, but definitely could not. It did not strike her as odd that her inability to move did not necessarily distress her. She tried to ask him what was wrong, to tell him it was ok. Her overwhelming desire to comfort and give care clouded any mild concern she had for herself. But her mouth wouldn't work right. It seemed there was no air in her lungs. Instead she just made a strangled, gurgling sound. Upon realizing she was the one making the that repulsive noise, she was slightly embarrassed. 




The Kiss



The sound emitting from her parted lips immediately got his attention and he looked up to notice her eyes were open. One eye was completely lost to a thick sheen of blood and the red, high gloss tissue has once the skin has been removed. But he could see one eye clearly and it was focused and looked lucid. He let out a sigh of relief. Lucidity was a good sign. 

His eyes met hers. As she gazed upon his face, his heartbroken and eager expression, her heart exploded in the feeling of love. This man she worked with, this loving father, dutiful husband, brilliant agent, was the most unyielding man she had ever met. He was completely unwilling to admit that he needed anyone, ever. She suspected it had something to do with his past. She new he had lost his mother as an young teen, and that his father had effectively abandoned him out of grief. After her death he immediately married a woman he was obviously incompatible with and joined the military. She suspected that he was so unwilling to admit he needed guidance and safety that he made those early poor decisions out of the need for the security and direction. She also knew that he lost a good friend in the military. Although he never really spoke in detail about it, there were the rare drunken moments after work, when it was just them that she got to see his hidden grief. This grief ashamed him, and he neatly and efficiently tucked it away whenever he was aware that it was showing, like some vulgar body part. She realized in this moment, in this series of moment, which ended up being the most meaningful in both of their lives, that she was waiting for what she saw in his eyes. She was, and had always been, a caregiver. That is how she expressed love, expressed passion, lust, all of it. She couldn't imagine letting herself love someone who wasn't willing to show her that he need her. She would give totally, utterly and completely, to someone who needed her. She imagined it was what let her be such a good civil servant. She got a great amount of personal satisfaction from the thought of giving herself to help people. And at this moment he was exploding with naked need. His eyes were telling her he was completely helpless. He felt completely out of control. He looked at her, implored her to do something. He needed her to do something, quite desperately. She had no idea what it was, she didn't care. Just seeing the need in his face was enough. She knew she could give to him now, love him, let him love her. She wasn't thinking of the consequences right that second. She just felt elated that he had finally found his need , and that he had given it to her. 

In that moment of delirious panic, he thought he saw her smile. This completely perplexed him. He felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest. His guts were so tight he thought they might brake. Panic and vestigial, preemptive grief were curling his stomach so tightly he thought he might vomit. He stopped whispering, stopped telling her it was going to be ok, and just looked at her. Silently he was saying FIGHT! DON'T GO! GET UP! PLEASE DON'T GO! FIGHT!

He would never be sure why, but he decided to kiss her then. With this decision the whole world had suddenly gone quiet. It was just him and her. The street, the taxi, the crowd, the blood just drifted away. He leaned down slowly, used his thumb to smear the blood off of her lips, closed his eyes and kissed her gently. She smelled him then, and with her very last breath, inhaled his scent. He felt her go as his lips left hers. 

It didn't register at the time that he heard, along with all of the other sounds of emergency, camera shutters clicking. And when the major metropolitan newspapers published the tragic pictures of a man giving his lover one last kiss, it was completely unforgivable to his wife. She was mortified in ways she was too embarrassed to admit, even to herself. The whole city had seen her husband in a moment of tenderness with another woman. And the worse offence, the unforgivable thing, was that his wife had never seen the expression the camera captured on his face before. The expression conveyed a feeling a delicate tenderness and incapacitating need that made her heart ache with jealousy. It was the expression every woman dreams of seeing. It was the expression of the men on the cover of romance novels. An expression that each woman has convinced herself didn't exist, was purely fiction, to justify that she has never experienced it before. 

His wife didn't leave immediately, thinking that she would look cruel to the people who were now painfully paying attention to the subject of such a touching photograph. She had even heard somewhere that one of the photographs had won a prestigious journalism award. She stayed with him while he began to grieve, but was disgusted by his sullen moods and enraged by his random bouts of tears. She was gone within the year. And when he left the court house after signing the divorce papers, trying not to notice the similarities of his surrounds to the tragic day a year before, he was unexpectedly flocked by reporters on the court house steps who accosted him with questions about his secret love and cruel wife. They wanted to know if he was ever going to go back to police work again. The pummeled him with questions about "the affair" and how long it had been going on. Those questions surprised him with shameful regret. He regretted that he had nothing to report, nothing to say, nothing to cling too. He had nothing of her left, nothing of that last stolen moment except a series of tragic, yet touching photographs and a very large and empty house in the suburbs, that he really couldn't afford. And in a steely moment of self-disgust and unbearable heartache, he consigned to never, ever make the mistake of needing anyone ever again.



The Kiss



Somehow, and I'm not sure why, every time Cate and I make love it still feels like the first time. I know this sounds silly or unbelievable but we've been together a couple of years now and still when she touches me, caresses my body with her soft hands, or kisses me; I get such a thrill. The excitement is intense like the first time we kissed, the first time her fingers brushed over the outside of my panties, the first time her mouth moved me over the edge of that first beautiful orgasm. I have found such a depth of desire, need, love, and passion in her and discovered the same in me. Perhaps, and I worry a little about this, that intensity will fade over time, but I feel in my very soul that there will be something stronger and more enveloping about our love which will grow from that intensity. I write this now because these feelings constantly amaze me.

We awoke before sunrise the next morning, that is after the porch and dinner and a beautiful snuggling and make-out session before we fell into a deep sleep, and Cate suggested a walk on the beach to greet the day. I love the beach and we have a particular stretch of beach and dunes that is very beautiful in the morning and also quite secluded. We drove back along the Cape to our usual spot, me driving and Cate holding my hand in her lap. We love holding hands and we so enjoy our vacations on the Cape. That time is so completely shared and we do a lot of lovemaking to catch up for what we miss during our hectic work schedules.

I pulled off the road and down a short curving lane to the parking area. There were no other cars and we parked in the far corner where the path leads through the dunes to the shore. We just sat quietly in the pale half light of morning and held hands. Cate looked so lovely, her hair still mussed from sleeping and pulled back into a ponytail, and there were faint spidery creases along her cheek from the pillow. Her pale pink skin glowed and I was so happy to just look at her.

"What?" she said quietly, finally turning to look at me. 

"I could feel someone staring at me so I figured it must be you babe." 

And she smiled and I said, "What? Because you are so beautiful this morning I can't stop looking at you."

I gave her hand a gentle squeeze and a tug as I leaned across and she leaned toward me. Our lips met, Cate still smelled like softly perfumed sleep, our lips mashed together and our lips parted. She teased me with her tongue until I sucked it into my mouth and reached behind her neck to hold her lips tight to mine. She moaned. Her silken tongue wrapped mine and she stiffened it and flicked the tip underneath mine. I moaned. We were locked together for the longest time until I suggested we climb in the back seat.

"We've never done this baby, made out in the back seat like teenagers and I want you so bad Catie!"

I climbed through to the back first then holding Cate's hand, she wriggled through. Our little car is pretty snug in the back but we don't take up too much space. Cate took off her PINK hoodie and I unzipped mine and slipped it off too. I felt so wonderfully in love at that very moment, seeing her smiling at me as we came together again. My hands slipped around her waist, caressing her warm skin below her camisole and slid underneath and up her back as my breasts nestled with hers and I leaned her back. Our lips glistening, slipped and puckered and smacked as we kissed again. This time as she lay back with me over her, I forced my tongue deep into her mouth then pulled back.

Her eyes opened and as she smiled up at me she said, "Oh Nicole, take me!"

I needed nothing more said. I sat up with her legs over my lap and maneuvered around until her legs were either side of my waist. I grabbed the waistband of her sweats and pulled them down quickly and she wriggled her ankles free. Cate lay there in her panties, a beautiful sheer pink thong with little gold heart rings at the sides. Her knees were drawn up slightly, her beautiful flat tummy was rising and falling with her quickening breaths as I placed my hand flat on her tummy and slid down to cover her pouting pussy. I began rubbing over her lips with my thumb, pressing in hard through the mesh and grinding on her clit. Cate gasped and squeezed her eyes shut. Pressing in and rolling her clit in circles under my thumb as she lifted her hips up off the seat, I began to feel her wetness growing.

In one smooth movement I had her thong off and I moved down as she pressed her feet on the seat and lifted herself to me. As her fingers slipped down to her swelling lips she parted them for me. The thrill and beauty of her shining pink flower opening before me, and her proud clit poking from under the little hood gave me a shiver of pleasure. I opened my mouth and pressed it quickly and snugly over her and her fingers slipped into my hair and she pulled me down. I love her taste, and the delicious slipperiness of her and I quickly pushed my tongue into her. Cate squealed and she rubbed herself against my kiss. My arms were around her waist which was up in the air, and my hands found her breasts. Her nipples were straining against the snugness of her camisole and I began to gently pinch and roll each of them together. My tongue began a slow and deliberate stroking up and down her soaking pussy. When I reached her clit for the umpteenth time I pressed my tongue flat against it and began sweeping side to side over it. I could feel her shudder with each sawing swipe over her hard clit. I felt it hardening and swelling more against my tongue and I knew she was ever so close. My left hand was flat upon her tummy and my right moved up to my chin. With the same steady tonguing of her swollen clit continuing, I suddenly shoved two fingers deep inside my lover. Again Cate squealed and continued to moan. I drove my fingers as deeply inside her as I could and continued to move them in and out. I couldn't imagine anything more sexy than her sticky, clingy wetness and the warm softness of her as she began to grip and squeeze my fingers.

With a suddenness that surprised me, Cate began a long shuddering and moan as her orgasm flooded me with her sweet nectar. Her gorgeous pussy was clamped on my fingers and I felt her juices trickling over my knuckles and onto my other fingers and I kept my lips tight over her clit. I began with the tip of my tongue to flick up and down over her exposed clit like a metronome. She began to gasp rhythmically and moan "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" as I continued. Mmmmm, the feeling of her hard little clit popping under then over the tip of my tongue was driving me wild with anticipation of her next orgasm. I kept my fingers buried deep inside her and suddenly I felt her tunnel gape wide and then grip ferociously. Her screams gave me such a thrill, and she rocked and wiggled her pussy all over me as she began to shake and gasp.

I slipped my fingers from her dripping pussy and up to her mouth. Her eyes were closed and as I trailed over her lips she opened and sucked them into her mouth. Cate made such wonderful loving sounds as her bottom settled down again on the seat and I leaned over her. We kissed then for a long time as the sun was peeking over the horizon. We got her sweats back on and our hoodies then went for our walk.

As we stood on the beach watching the sunrise, Cate turned to face me. She slipped her arms around me and I slipped mine around her. We held close just looking into the others soft welcoming eyes and Cate whispered, "Nicole I love the way you make me feel." And our bodies melded into one, our lips came together, parted and our kiss united our hearts and souls in one as the golden rays of a new day painted us.



The Kiss



You are both naked on the bed, and you know the only thing she wants more than to suck one of your nipples between her lips, to taste your honey, is to feel your tongue on her clitoris. You gently massage her feet as you watch her manipulate her pussy, running her fingers between her moist lips, pulling them slightly apart then teasing her button with the tip of her finger.

Her hand then covers her pussy, her palm over her mound and she slowly dips a finger into her wet hole, you watch as it disappears into heaven. You know you want to taste her, both of your scents fill the air, mixing together, its driving you mad, you want her so badly.

You begin kissing the top of her foot then moving up her shin your lips lightly kissing her dark skin. Up to her knee... you raise her leg exposing the back of her thigh. Adjusting yourself on the bed you lick the soft skin just behind her knee. With her leg raised so; her pussy is right there before you.

You want to touch her, taste her... kissing down now along the inside of her leg you're moving closer and closer to that sweet wet pussy. A sparkle flashes as light catches a drop of her honey as it slips from her slit; your making her so very wet, she knows you want to lick her pussy, and she wants it even more.

You let her leg drop softly to the side. She is now spread wide in front of you, her pussy exposed fully and begging for attention. She's still stroking her pussy and her other hand is busy on her breasts, pulling lightly at her own nipples. She is smiling softly, she knows how good you are, and she knows your going to bring her to orgasm.

Your palms resting on the softness of her inner thighs you suck her finger into your mouth. The finger that just seconds before emerged from her wet hole. The taste is intoxicating, you suck harder on her finger, and your tongue swirls around it as if it were a cock; you suck it deeper into your mouth.

Reluctantly you let it slip from your lips and she immediately returns it to her clit. Her wetness is dripping from her hot pussy, you bend your head down closer to her puffy lips, extend your tongue and there, just with the tip of your tongue, you touch the drop of honey that is escaping her sex.

The taste, oh, the feel of her soft skin just below her pussy causes a flush to come over your body, you feel the heat rise up inside you. You realize that you yourself are very very wet. You reach down to your pussy, feeling the thin hair, then your finger slips between your lips with an ease that surprises you.

Your pussy is so very wet its almost running down your leg, your fingers are drenched in your own juices. Bringing your fingers up to touch your breasts, you lightly pinch a nipple; it slips from between your wet fingers. You now want her to lick your juices from your breast, to suck your nipple between those sweet lips of hers.

But first you're going to taste her fully. You want to feel her orgasm against your tongue. She's breathing deeper now, your tongue gently touches the point just below her pussy, mmmmm, and her aroma is surrounding you as you drag your tongue slowly up her slit, parting her inner lips slightly as you glide toward her clit.

Enveloping her wonderful clit with your lips you flick the tip slightly with the end of your tongue. Your free hand is softly petting her pussy lips, teasing her hole., You want to feel her pussy around your tongue, it slips down to her hole, then pushes in slightly. Mmmmm, you're fucking her now with your tongue, your nose right there at her clit. Your own fingers are now rubbing back and forth over your own, the heat is building...

You direct your attentions back to her clit sucking it between your lips, letting it slip out then sucking it back in. She's squeezing her breasts together, breathing much faster now, you know she's close; you keep sucking and sucking on her sweet clit, your fingers working frantically on yours. You're so close to your own orgasm your face is pushing into her pussy even as you suck on her clit.

Your breathing is labored, you're going to come, she senses you are about to orgasm and that triggers her own. Reaching down, she grabs your hair and pulls you into her sex. She convulses as wave after wave of beautiful orgasm rocks her body. This is the catalyst for your own sweet release, a few more strokes and your body shudders, the intensity slams you to the bed, your face still buried in her sweet wet pussy...she involuntarily shudders with the aftershocks when your tongue drifts once again over her sensitive little button.

Kissing your way up her belly, you kiss each nipple before lying down on top of her. Your pussies together, you feel each other's heat, your breasts pressed together, your lips touch. She tastes herself on your lips; she sucks your tongue into her mouth, mmmmm... so very sweet... this kiss.



The Kiss



He kissed me last night. Just a chaste kiss, but for the moment it was enough. I know it's wrong to want him, but how can I resist? Society says I shouldn't feel like this about him, but to live with someone for so very long, surely these feelings must arise. Shouldn't they? 

I see him each morning as he staggers down stairs, still half asleep, blinking in the harsh light that streams in though the large hall room window as he tries to enter the waking world and I begin to wonder: What did he dream about? Was it me? God, I hope so. Did he wish I was there with him as he slept? My body curled about him, my front against his back, my breasts pushing into him, arousing him, making him forget that I'm his . . . No, I don't want to say it even in my thoughts; society's condemnation creeps once more into my head. 

How can I not want him? He is my flesh and blood after all. We share the same genes, the same wants and needs. If God didn't want me to feel like this why did he make him so beautiful?

Does he know? I've lost count on how many times I've asked myself. As he notices my eyes on him, does he realise how I yearn for him? His touch, his caress. The feel of his body as he breathes in the night, rising and falling in time with mine? I see him as he rises, his cock hard with an early morning erection; the knowing that's it's not for me, but the need to piss that makes him hard. It doesn't matter though.

I imagine that it's him that enters me, that first time, pushing though the barrier that signals the difference between girl and woman; but it's not to be. That happened a while ago, with a pimply faced youth, but I was imagining that it was him, even then.

I lay on my bed, listening to him shower, imagining him, naked, soaping down his body, allowing his hand to linger at his groin just a little longer than necessary. I could do that for him; gently massage the highly perfumed gel onto his chest, stretching up, ever so slightly, to reach his manly chest. Feel his nipples erect under my fingers and his cock swelling between us. 

I would pull him tight against me; being almost a foot taller than me, his cock would linger just below my tits, but only for a few seconds. I'd bend my knees slightly until he nestled between my swellings. I'd squeeze my breasts together, trapping his manliness between them, then I'd rock. The soap would provide our lubrication as he tit fucked me.

I'd hear him groan and knowing how close he was, I'd stop. Rinsing off the foam, I'd slide down further, his hard rod brushing my lips, me smiling up at him as I opened my mouth and his cock slid in. Closing my eyes, my hands would slip behind him, pulling him deeper into my mouth. I'd stay still for a while to allow the sensations to wash over me, but he would be too close, too impatient. His hands would grip my head as his hips swung, fucking my mouth.

My lips would curl around his erection, protecting him from my teeth. The thought of hurting him frightens me; he might not want me again. I'd hear him groan again, louder this time, and feel his cock swell a little more. I'd wait, knowing what was to come, preparing myself for his ejaculate.

His movements would pause then he'd flood my mouth. His cum would taste sweet as it slid down my throat. I'd wish he would never stop filling me with his seed, our seed, but he does and I feel his cock shrinking. I'd roll it around on my tongue, hoping it would swell again for me, but he pulls back and exits.

I hear the shower stop; the moment's gone. Soon I'll hear him leave the bathroom and enter his own bedroom. How I wish he would come into mine. To see him stand at the end of my bed, still rosy from the heat of the water before he moves towards me, excites me more. My hand would play at my groin for him, let him watch the intimacy as I masturbate for him, only for him.

But it could never be . . . he is, after all, my brother.

* * *

We kissed last night. A chaste kiss, but how I wish it could be different: I'd take her into my arms, pull her tight against my body and kiss her properly. My tongue would invade her mouth, play inside with hers. My hands would cover the buds I'd seen grow and blossom over the years until they filled my palms.

I'd unbutton her blouse and slide my hands inside. The bare, soft flesh would excite me, causing me to swell between us. She'd smile up at me as she feels my arousal, then she'd stand back from me and undress. Finishing what I'd started, the blouse would end up a crumpled heap on the floor. Braless, she'd stand before me, her nipples firm and jutting. I'd move towards her, but she'd stand back again as if playing catch like we used to as children.

She'd wriggle out of her jeans, leaving her secret place covered in a wisp of bright, red cloth. Moving towards me she'd reach down to release me before wrapping her slender fingers around my hard erection. I'd groan and tear off my shirt, desperate to be naked for her. She'd laugh at my clumsiness, then help. 

I'd reach, with both hands, to one side of her thong, snapping the thin cord that held it in place, and pull it free from her. Her arousal causes it to stick between her legs for a moment as if reluctant to be parted from her, then it accepts the inevitable and floats to the ground.

She stands naked before me, her downy bush mirroring the blond of her head, sparse enough for me to see the folds of her pussy lips. She giggles as I sweep her up into my arms and carry her to my bedroom.

I'd lay her gently on my bed, her legs folding over the edge, and I'd bend my mouth to her tight slit. Her nectar tastes sweet and thick; I lick and slurp it down, the aroma heady and intoxicating. Her clit peeps out, shyly, and I welcome it, sucking and licking on the hard button until she writhes below me.

I can wait no longer, and as my head licks its way to her full breasts, my cock finds its position and slips into her. Her cunt muscles grip me and I pause until she releases me slightly. I move inside her, slowly at first, then faster. My mouth leaves her nipple and I look down at her. Her eyes are closed; a smile plays about her lips as I drive on.

A groan, a pant, then a grimace as she cums. She opens her eyes and looks into mine.

"Yes . . . yes . . . now, cum now," she whispers, and my cock pulses hard, spurting its load deep into her, filling her moist cavern and seeping out over my tightly encased penis.

But it could never be . . . she is, after all, my sister.



The Kiss



"Kiss me." 

Paul's voice was soft, but insistent. Quietly demanding. 

Only minutes ago had we been in the coffee shop, conversing like old friends. It was our first in person meeting, though we had been chatting online for several months. His eyes had captured my attention: dark pools, the color of a stormy sea, with a depth not unlike the sea herself. 

I shied away, instinctively avoiding contact with those tempestuous eyes, yet mesmerized and entrapped by them at the same time. He stepped in closer, his fingers entwined in my hair, firmly directing my gaze in his direction. 

"Kiss me" he commanded with that dominant whisper of his. 

Paul is retired military, an officer. He knows the meaning of discipline, of submission, of propriety and respect. 

I whimpered, pulled back – shyly avoiding him. He would not let go. Rather, he moved his mouth towards mine and whispered, "kiss me." 

For years I had played the Dominant role, but in the months following my husband's death I found myself exploring my submissive side. I wasn't so sure of things from this direction, but the concept of surrendering control was intriguing at the very least. Still, I was fighting this inner dichotomy. 

His mouth met mine. Surprisingly gentle, pliable. My mouth formed the kiss, and planted it softly. 

I had watched his hands in the coffee shop. They are broad, the skin rough and thick. My lovers have all had small hands, with soft, computer-geek skin. I thought of all the things he could DO with those hands, the places they could explore, the way his flesh would feel against mine ... 

"Tongue" he whispered. He had broken the kiss by only a few inches. 

Paul was comfortable in silence, which tended to open one's soul. Over the months we had been acquainting ourselves with one another, I had found myself telling him all sorts of things. He just listened, absorbed. He was learning to know me. 

I shuddered, trying to look away, but his grip on the back of my head focused my mouth at his. "Tongue" he said again, this time more insistently. 

There was no question when I met Paul that he would control me. He has this sort of presence that when he says to do something, you just DO it. There is no question, no "do it yourself" ... you simply do what he tells you to do. 

"Tongue" he demanded. 

Our lips met, and his tongue touched mine, inviting them to open. My womanhood responded as if his tongue had touched a different set of lips. His taste was sweet, so unlike the coffee we had just enjoyed. 

"I am a very sexual person," he had said while we sipped lattes. "I know. I can tell" I had responded. It is a fact I had determined when our eyes first met. 

But now I was trembling under his hand, our tongues dancing together, our hearts breathless from the exercise. 

He tilted my chin to look me in the eye and said, "I am a very sexual person." 

"I know," I whispered, barely able to breathe. 

"And you are quite beautiful" he added.

I blushed and looked away. "Thank you." 

He then turned on his heels and walked away. Like a gentleman, he left me wanting more, not less. 

And I went home to change my panties, never again to see Starbucks in quite the same light.

***** 

The above is indeed quite true, although some of the details were changed to protect the innocent, in addition to and as well as the not so innocent. 

It was many months before I saw Paul again, but we have indeed not only seen one another, but also have enjoyed a number of play sessions together. Quite a number of play sessions, in fact. Hmm, oh yes. ::: sigh :::

Paul taps into a part of me few others have been able to access. If I were a genuine masochist, I'd be in DEEP trouble. He is such a sadist, who NEEDS someone who not only enjoys pain, but someone who craves it. That really is not me, not at all. 

Sure, I can TAKE the pain he dishes out. It is almost an honor to do so. I just don't enjoy the pain itself, and I seriously don't crave that pain. And yet he can just LOOK at me and I will get all weak in the knees and all wet further up. And he KNOWS it, too. Dammit. 

Stay tuned for further installments.



The Kiss



It was Friday evening, the weekend was here, and Kelly was on top of the world as she walked to her car. However when she passed by Gloria's car she could plainly see the woman was crying. Gloria was one of the new interns the company had hired right out of college. With her long blond hair, blue eyes and little button nose Kelly found her very attractive. The girl's body still young and taut made for a desirable package.

In a bold move, Kelly opened her door and sat beside her.

"What's the matter, honey a pretty girl like you shouldn't be crying on a Friday night?" 

The girl looked up, surprised,

"Oh hi Ms. Masters, I'm sorry I just got some bad news and I kind of lost control."

"Please dear call me Kelly, I bet it's a boy isn't it?"

"Yeah, my boyfriend, I guess I mean my ex-boyfriend just broke up with me through a text message."

"Gloria, you're still young but you'll learn soon enough all boys are pricks."

"I seem to be finding that out, that bastard didn't even have the nerve to tell me to my face."

"Listen hon, now is not the time to be alone, follow me to my place and we'll have a girls night together. We can have some wine and tell each other our horror stories of the men in our lives."

Gloria accepted the tissue from Kelly and after blowing her nose, told Kelly she loved the idea. As Gloria followed Kelly, she thought about the rumors she'd heard about Ms. Masters. Was she really a lesbian, well, it could be true. She had seen her look at her with a look that could have been interpreted as lust. Well, she didn't care besides she was a big girl and she could take care of herself. In reality, she just didn't want to stay alone in her little apartment. 

Gloria was impressed with the size of Ms. Master's place and she looked around as her host opened a bottle of wine.

"While we let that breathe come on in my room and I'll get us something comfortable to wear."

In her bedroom, she pulled a drawer open and took out two extra large men's tee shirts. She tossed one to Gloria as she told her they were the only things she had left from her ex-husband. She turned her back to Gloria and said,

"Be a dear and unbutton this for me."

She did as asked and then watched as the woman pulled her arms from the sleeves and then let the dress fall to the floor. Gloria was shocked at how great a figure she had and when she turned around she couldn't keep her eyes off her breasts. They were so full compared to hers and it made her feel like a little girl. Kelly saw that the girl was starring at her,

"I'm sorry am I making you feel uncomfortable?" 

"No, Ms Masters---"

"Please dear call me Kelly; you make me feel like an old lady."

"Don't say that Ms, err I mean Kelly you don't look old at all. You have such beautiful breasts; I'm so small and inadequate."

"Come on your turn, let me see for myself."

Gloria took off her blouse but she could feel her face turning red.

"You just don't know how lucky you are to have nice small boobs. Mine are always in the way and soon I just know they'll be sagging down to my belly."

Gloria looked again at Kelly's body and while it was true, it was turning soft with age she still had a nice figure and Gloria could only hope she would look the same when she was her age. 

"It's not fair, I'm standing here in my panties and you're still wearing a skirt. Take it off, so we'll be even."

"No it isn't fair, you're wearing matching lingerie, is that satin, gosh it looks so pretty. I'm just wearing underwear and they don't even match."

Never the less, she took off her skirt to reveal a cheap thong she had bought at Target. All Kelly said was sexy and then she took off her bra, and then put on the tee shirt so Gloria did the same. 

"Now that we're comfy let's go check on that wine."

They sat together on Kelly's couch drinking and talking. Both discussed their men problems as they finished the whole bottle. Kelly was facing Gloria, with one foot on the floor and her knee on the couch, Gloria could not help looking up her shirt, and she found she was starring at the crotch of Kelly's panties. Even so, she was surprised when Kelly leaned over and kissed her. It was a passionate kiss and when Kelly put her hands in her hair to hold her in place she felt the heat building in her body. She pushed her tongue into Gloria's mouth and she accepted it hungrily. When they finally broke their kiss, Gloria found herself on fire.

"The best way to get rid of man problems is to take care of it yourself."

Gloria watched mesmerized as Kelly slid her hand into her own panties and she began to rub herself right in front of her.

"Is this how you play, Gloria?"

Her mouth too dry to speak, she merely shook her head,

"Then show me how you do it."

Gloria pulled her leg up on the couch to match Kelly, then pulling her thong to the side she spread her folds to expose her clit and then slowly rubbed it as Kelly watched. 

"Oh god I'm so wet, I can't believe it." 

Kelly pulled Gloria's hand away from her and put it to her mouth where she savored her scent. Gloria moaned, 

"Let me taste you," Kelly put her own fingers to Gloria's mouth and yet that taste was not enough and she wanted more. She dropped to her knees in front of Kelly and started kissing her through her panties. Finally, she took her panties in both hands and slid them down her legs to expose the treasure she desired. 

Gloria had actually kissed a girl 'down there' before, back in college but she had thought it naughty and uncomfortable so only did it that one time. However kissing Kelly was turning her on and she loved how she held her head right where she wanted her to lick. She felt so rewarded when Kelly climaxed that she almost came herself. She leaned back and looked at Kelly, proud of herself for making her cum and she could feel the woman's wetness still on her face. Gloria desperately needed to cum but she also wanted more of Kelly's pussy first. She put her face back into Kelly's slit, first lapping up the excess fluids and then to concentrate on her clit.

This time when Kelly came she screamed and the pushed her head away as she was now too sensitive to be touched. She pulled Gloria up on the couch next to her where she kissed and licked her own juices from Gloria's face. Kelly stood and taking Gloria's hand, led her to the bedroom where she first undressed her and then herself. She lay Gloria on her bed and then climbed on top of her and while straddling her chest she put her breast to Gloria's lips. First one and then the other she kissed and suckled Kelly's big breasts. Then it was her turn as Kelly slid down her body to feast on Gloria's perky tittys. Lower and lower, she slid to her flat belly where she licked a trail downward ever downward. Gloria could no longer stand the suspense and she pushed Kelly's head to her throbbing clit. When Kelly put her mouth on her she came at once, the excitement had been too much to bear. Instead of stopping, Kelly just lowered her head enough to put her tongue inside Gloria. As Gloria lay there recovering she found herself running her hands through Kelly's hair. When Kelly put her mouth, back on her sex Gloria grabbed her hair now to hold her in place just as Kelly had done to her. 

When they finally stopped, Gloria had no idea how many times she had climaxed but now completely sated and tired she just wanted to sleep. It felt so good to have Kelly's arms wrapped around her as they spooned in Kelly's bed. Gloria now knew she had found something that had been missing from her life and she felt she could stay in Kelly's bed forever. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought about how much that one kiss had meant to her now. 



The Kiss



She had that strange yet pleasant tingling sensation resident in a lower abdomen radiating up to her chest and ultimately her breasts. She strolled out towards the car into the chilly evening air dressed in a slinky black dress with a low-cut top and strapless bra she felt the cool evening air meandering around her legs and freshly shaven pussy which was unencumbered by any underwear. It gave her a little thrill to think that she was so available and so touchable and yet totally covered by the soft silky material of the dress.

An observant man would be able to tell that she was not wearing any panties by the absence of any tell tale lines But many men are not observant, but that was not important because she knew she was also very naked underneath the slinky dress. The seat of the car felt strangely cold a she slid behind the driver's wheel yet another sensation to remind her just how accessible she was. The engine roared to life as she turned the key and her journey had begun.

After days of illicit sexual chat which had led to many an orgasm bathed in sensual and suggestive talk and sexual innuendo, she was travelling to receive what her body cried out for.

This man she had chatted to had accompanied her to new places of sexual satisfaction investigating and discovering new heights of excitement culminating in quivering orgasms. She had gone and in many cases led the way to those places that sent waves of orgasmic pleasure through her body and now at last she would feel and experience those imagined orgasms.

She felt like a schoolgirl going out on a first date, a virgin with a destiny to return never the same, the very thought of the homage that was to be paid to her sent tingles through her legs and up her spine. She barely remembers driving out of the drive and down the street and even less remembers the trip onto the highway and that she heads towards a clandestine assignation with a deep voice that has accompanied her through her sexual expeditions in the past three days.

She can't believe she's doing this, and that in itself is a source of excitement, they had arranged to meet to satisfy the cravings of her body. All the talk and whispered intentions, the brief expressions of pleasure, the gasps of release all come to a head as she now travels through the night to receive those pleasures previously or merely fantasised about. A fleeting thought of turning back is quickly dismissed as she approaches her destination. Her heart is racing and her breath coming in short gasps as she realises she is only a short distance from having her ultimate desire not only satisfied but indulged by a man more than willing to bring every level of pleasure to her that she desires.

She pulls the car into an empty parking bay. She is in a strange part of town that she is not used to frequenting which makes her feel a bit like she is performing an illicit act maybe even an unlawful act, but she is here dressed seductively and available and accessible. She feels a little weak in the knees as she walks towards the front door of the address she has been given, strict instructions to come to the door and ring the bell in the assigned fashion so that no words are required On ringing the bell the door will open and she can walk through to the lift where she can ascend the final stage. As the elevator rises the hum of the motor and the vibrations emanating from the floor climb up her legs as if tiny silver footed lizards were slowly inching towards her freshly shaved pussy.

Her heart is pounding and she can feel its beat in her mouth as the lift door slowly slides open, the veranda is deserted and dimly lit. Several apartments occupy the warmly lit corners of this veranda the one she seeks is around the corner. Her footsteps echo, the sound of heels clacking on the title as she makes her way to her destination. She arrives at the door and taps on it in the prescribed fashion, it opens almost immediately......... the apartment inside is dimly lit with a warm glow that is as sensual as it is minimal.

Not a word is spoken as a strong hand reaches out and takes her by the hand, he guides her into the apartment gently moves her to one side as he closes the door. Her head is swimming, her heart racing her pussy tingling as he slowly turns to face her. He places both of his hands on her shoulders and stares deeply into her eyes, it is as if he can see into her soul. His eyes trace the outline of her lips her long sensuous neck down to her shoulders and across her chest. It's as if he is drinking in the delights in front of him with his eyes as he stops and pauses on her breasts. Her nipples clearly visible indicate the level of arousal. He lingers enjoying what he can see and then travels on down her flat stomach – a plateau to the area below which is his aim. It's as if he can see through the dress because he seems to know that nothing separates him from her other than that dress. 

Leaning towards her slowly he is looking at her lips and the wait is all part of the anticipation of a kiss from his lips. 

She can smell his cologne as he gets closer and she can feel his breath as his lips lightly touch upon hers. Soft yet firm his lips part and his tongue penetrates hers as he searches for her in this initial contact. Their bodies come together and communicate better than any words could hope to do. After exploring her mouth and absorbing the touch with his body he releases and takes her by the hand and leads into the apartment as if she were a lost girl. As they pass the table she drops her bag on it and he leads into the bedroom....................... still no words have been spoken nor have they been necessary.

He leads her to end of the bed and gently he turns her around to face him. She accepts his motioned invitation to sit down on the edge of the bed and then motions for her to lie back She remains fully clothed, still has her shoes on and is magnificent lying in the dim light looking up at him anticipating the delights to come.

In an almost genuflectory way he drops to his knees and places his hands on the outside of each of her legs, he pushes her dress back just a little and then gently parts her legs so that he can get closer. He finds her fragrance intoxicating and he watches intently as the slides her dress further back until she is fully exposed to him. He has never seen such an inviting site, he has never smelled such an intoxicating fragrance and he is uncontrollably drawn to the soft cloven flesh that is just inches from his face.

He leans forward and turns his head to one side and gently places his tongued on the inside of her thigh slowly, gently, sensuously licking on towards her hips. As he gets so close to his ultimate destination she can feel the heat from his skin warming the exposed flesh of her pussy which has been to this point in time only exposed to the chilly night air. The heat from his skin radiates through her swollen lips and sends a tingle deep to her insides. 

An involuntary spasm makes her arch her back and push her pussy towards him, he responds, turns his head and places his tongue gently into the moist slit that is just in front of his face. They are connected, joined, his tongue penetrating her and her pussy trapping this welcome invader. 

Still no words have been spoken, entirely unnecessary now as they enter a different kind of discussion, a different kind of give and take, a conversation between two souls, punctuated with heavy breathing and formatted by suction.

They are moving as one now he to penetrate and seek out that which he looks for deep within her and she to offer up all that she has. His insistent tongue finding spots that she never thought existed and she rises to the challenge of his probing. A wonderful sensation ripples out across her hips and belly as he finds the spot he has been looking for. His tongue has found that area in which all her secrets are kept any proceeds to explore every one of them and she willingly capitulates. Riding his tongue she has found new depths of pleasure and with every insistent push of her hips he responds vigorously to express his desires to please her. She gives in to waves of pleasure as he writes his story with his tongue deep within her being.

As he explores this deepest and most sensitive area of her desires he is intent on satisfying every one of them he has come to know in a way that nobody else does and similarly she him. She arches her back as he finds the spot yet again and takes her to a new level of excitement,...... she grinds into his face and pulls as if to try to take him inside of her ,.......close is not close enough....... and satisfaction is not satisfying enough for either of them. 

She feels the explosion inside and he tastes the results of her release as it flows into his mouth and she holds him so close to try to stop uncontrolled jerking of the hips against his face as she comes with more force than she ever has before,.......... the release is earth shattering the pleasure mind-bending, spent, they will stop and rest still joined his mouth her pussy a conversation of unspoken pleasure.

The throbbing in her pussy lips is matched only by the deep-seated sense of satisfaction which he has brought to her and given freely as a gift, he gently leans forward and kisses her lips..- this time not the ones on her face rather the ones between her legs with equal sincerity and sensual intent.

They have each give each other a gift that will go with them into the night. He leans back. Slowly stands up and gently pulls her legs together and smoothes the silky fabric over her legs, covering up part of her which will be forever his. 

He motions for her to lean forward and sit up and then to stand. She feels engorged and swollen at the attention she has received from his eager to please tongue and mouth and she is dripping with the evidence of his success at finding her secrets. Taking her gently by the hand he leads out of the bedroom and past the table where she retrieves her bag and he takes her to the door. 

He moves her to one side as he turns round and opens the door and then he turns to face her, puts his hands one on each shoulder and pulls her towards him firmly and yet kindly. He looks deeply into her eyes as if to check that what he found before is still there, satisfied he leans forward places his lips on hers, his tongue separates her lips and penetrates her mouth as he kisses her deeply, she can taste herself on his lips which excites her. 

He explores her mouth with his tongue and sinks into her body with his chest and hips she opens to accept his advance and ultimately experiences the level to which she has aroused him. The kiss lingers,.... breath is shared heartbeats are syncopated and synchronised and then the kiss is over

He pulls away, he turns, leading her by the hand out of the door one last look from those eyes searching for her soul as he gently closes the door............ not a word has been spoken, there is no need.



The Kiss



This series starts as a fairly regular series of stories of lesbian seduction and exploration but later will have fantasy elements added.

*

Cindy and Deborah had been friends since they joined the same school together however they were now in their last year of college and looking to go to university. They were best of friends and were thinking about even going to the same university to stay close. Both had had a few boy friends both nothing serious and they shared every detail of their relationships with each other as they sat in their bedrooms cocooning themselves away from the family lives around them.

Cindy was of Malaysian decent. Like a lot of Asian women she was petite, with lightly tanned skin and long black hair which she usually wore up in a pony tail. Deborah (debs) was a complete contrast with a creamy complexion, a curvier figure with ample breasts, green eyes and short straight blonde hair cut so that part of it swept across her face. Both were however tall and athletic.

One evening Cindy was and Debs arrived back at Deb's parent's house after a game of tennis. They were still wearing their sports kit as there was a queue for the showers and they just wanted to get out of there. So they breezed past Deborah's parents and went straight up to Debs' room where she was lucky enough to have an ensuite shower. 

Debs however had been hoping for this chain of events. For months now she had been thinking about her best friend in a different light. Every time she had been fooling around with some guy she realised how much she had been thinking about Cindy. What really got her horny though was staring into Cindy's hazel eyes and telling best friend about what she had got up to with her date. She could tell Cindy was a little aroused by this but didn't know if it was the thought of Deborah being caressed or if it was the thought of some hot young naked guy. Deborah had been agonising about this moment she had hoped she could get Cindy back to her room for a shower to see where it would lead.

"You hop into the shower first" Debs said blushing a little knowing that the next few minutes would change their relationship forever- if only she knew if it was for better or worse. She didn't mind guys but all she could think about was Cindy and how she wanted to lick her cut brown nipples and watch her face when she came. But right now she didn't know if she could bring another woman to orgasm.

"Ok" smiled Cindy oblivious to the mental whirlwind going on in Deborah's mind.

Deborah waited a few minutes for the shower to go on and the sounds of splashing. She had stripped down and took a sharp in take of breath. "It's now or never" she thought.

"Hey Cind is it ok if I come in too?"

"Uh, ok." Came the reply

Debs stepped in. She stared at Cindy, she had her back to her, the soap suds were cascading down her tanned back and over her beautifully taught buttocks. The water trickling through her jet black hair. 

"Here let me do your back." Deborah tried to sound nonchalant

Cindy handed her the soap and allowed Debs to run her hands all over her back. She explored her friend's tight skin and was glad she had her back to her as she could feel her nipples hardening and had they not been in the shower she would probably have a wet patch in her panties right now. She dared to soap the top of Cindy's ass and brought the soap and lather round onto her hips. Cindy didn't flinch so she proceeded to move her hands round the back to Cindy's ass again only this time she definitely rubbed the cheeks. Deborah could tell she was blushing furiously and didn't dare make a sound so as to not break the spell. This was it, so far everything could be explained away as just washing but at some point she had to test her friend's willingness to go further. She decided to bring her hands slowly up Cindy's side and then round so her hands were just below Cindy's small pert breasts. She brought her hands up a fraction and started to caress the lower half of her friend's breasts.

"Ah, Debs, you know you're washing my breasts right now." Cindy said with a quavering voice.

Debs decided to go for broke.

"Turn around." She said letting go of her friend.

Cindy turned around she looked beautiful with her hair slicked back and the water gently rolling of her face. Debs could see Cindy was blushing too.

"Cindy I have always loved you, but recently that's not been enough. I ...I want to kiss you, hold you, y'know."

"Oh Debs I've been thinking about it too, every time you talked about you with guys, it made me so hot. I got a little jealous because I wanted to be the one with you. I didn't want to say anything because, I didn't know if you liked me that way...and besides I'm not sure I'm gay."

"Well I don't know if I'm gay either. You're the first girl I've ever been attracted to!"

Debs said rather defensively.

"Look" Debs continued "Let's just see how far it goes, let's see how much both of us want this."

Cindy paused for a moment "Ok" she added.

"Alright, I want to kiss you, after that lets see what happens. Ok?"

"Ok" Cindy said and leaned forwards to kiss her best friend.

Debs pushed her lips softly onto her friend's lips. The soft kissing seemed to drown out the noise of the shower. Slowly Cindy opened her mouth and let Deborah's tongue explore hers. Their embrace tightened and Deborah could feel Cindy's nipples pres against her breasts.

Their kissing turned to caressing as both began explore each other's bodies. The touching of a breast led to the stroking of an ass check. The kissing turned into licking and nipping at each other's necks and then tits.

Debs turned off the water- "Come with me." She said Cindy nodded in reply.

They sat down together on the bed, their bodies still moist from the shower. Debs laid Cindy on her back and began to lick and kiss her neck. Then she started to kneed and lick Cindy's nipples pinching the puckered tits. Then her tongue slowly moved down Cindy's body pausing at her belly button where she lapped at it, Cindy giggled. 

Finally Debs was staring at the trimmed bush of her friend's pussy. 

"This is it." She thought "If I start kissing this then I'm a lesbian and I'm making my best friend a lesbian too!" 

The thought at first made her a little timid, then it turned her on. She hadn't realised it until now but the thought of sharing a dirty little secret with her friend really turned her on. Right now down stairs not 50 feet from where she was her parents and brother were watching TV. What would they think if they knew that their good little girl was about to bury her face in her best friend's pussy!

Cindy had spread her legs in anticipation and Debs softly, gently kissed up her inside thigh. It was wonderfully soft, and the thought of her friend yielding herself to her in the most intimate way possible made her wetter still- she had no idea she liked being naughty. So she then began to hesitantly probe her friend's clitoris with her tongue. She felt Cindy's legs tense. She was obviously having the same thoughts Debs was. She flicked the little pink nub with her tongue a little more confidently. The aroma of her friend's pussy really began to fill her nostrils and the tangy taste of her juices spread over her tongue. She continued to lick more fervently. As she did so she brought her hands up to Cindy's breasts and grabbed them. Cindy brought her hands to hold Deborah's as she began to grind her clit against Debs' rasping tongue. Cindy began to buck a little bit and Debs could here her stifling cries. At last the bucking of Cindy's his finished and Debs could tell her friend had just had one wild orgasm. 

She came and lay beside Cindy her face covered in her musky pussy juice.

"Oh my god!" Cindy whispered "You are amazing! Come here." Debs was taken aback as Cindy passionately French kissed her tasting her own juices at the same time.

"I have got to try and do that to you. Spread 'em!" Cindy said with a grin, now it was Deborah's turn to giggle.

She felt her friend go straight from licking and kissing her breasts to the hot breath of her friend as she had her face between her legs. There was a pause. Was Cindy backing out or was she having the same mental conversation that Deborah had just had. When Cindy kissed her clit then she would have to admit to liking pussy too. The thought of her best friend about to go all the way was intense for Deborah and she cold feel her honey tricking down her leg. Then Debs felt the sensation of Cindy's tongue lapping away at her pussy and she came immediately. Cindy continued only this time as she became more confident in her licks she also placed two fingers in her pussy and began rubbing. The friction, the thought of her friend's face tonguing her most private part made Debs come again and again, she grabbed a pillow to scream into. This was the best moment of her life and her best friend was there to share it.



The Kiss



Aria sits in the park, watching as people walked around on the path. Her favorite music was playing in her ears, giving her body a sensual feeling as she watched a man working out in the park. Her attention got moved to a man and woman, by their laughter, sitting across the way on a bench, facing each other then leaning in slowly to kiss. She could not turn away, she felt the deep need to have such a kiss upon her lips. She sat watching as the woman broke away with a frown, then leaned back to kiss him again. The man in turn backed away with a frown and they soon parted, moving away from each other walking in opposite directions. The scene piqued her interest on how a kiss should be between a couple. She guessed they did not feel the kiss deep in their belly or mind. 

She renewed her search through the park with her eyes, picking up on couples. She caught sight of three couples, sitting, talking, holding hands and every few moments or so, touch each other in subtle ways.

Sighing, softly she got up and walked back to her car, thinking of the kiss that would curl her toes and melt her completely. She has had kisses but not the one she craves. After she gets home, she sees a new neighbor moving in. She stands at her open door to see who is moving in. she does not wait long. She gasps softly seeing the man with a box on his shoulder, walking to the empty condo next to hers. His muscles bunched as he walked and his arm muscles stood out while holding onto the box. His body is well defined with long legs, and muscles all throughout his frame. She is guessing that he is over six feet in height. He reaches with one arm to open his door, and she loses sight of him with the shutting of the door. Sighing, she places her hand on her door knob to shut it when his door opens again. She turns to watch, as he steps out, he turns and smiles at her, causing her body to instantly become needy with lust. His mustache is so erotic, she feels the tremors as if it had caressed her skin. She was mesmerized by him. He has a rough outdoor look about him with his eyes that glowed with masculinity. She swallowed and smiled slowly as he turned heading back out the front. 

Entering her condo, she closed the door heading straight to the kitchen to get a glass of wine. She poured a small amount in the glass, drank it in one swallow. She poured another glass then moved to the sliding doors opening them as she stepped out on her patio, sitting with the breeze flowing softly around her. She was still thinking of that frowning couple and that kiss she witnessed. She can't let go of the need for the all consuming kiss of the mind, body, and soul deep within her. She knew her neighbor could give her such a kiss. She shook with the thought, sipping at her wine. 

She heard a low intense voice, almost a growl ask "why she shook". She yelped and jumped as the wine spilt down the front of her tee shirt. She looked around, unable to see fully into the shadow. She made a point to back up to the door, close but far enough away to hear any conversation he wished to make with her. In a nervous gesture, she ran her fingers through her waist length hair. The soft growl that was heard again, slammed into her stomach. She placed a hand on her stomach holding it there, keeping that feeling tightly inside. She let out a rush of breath and slightly bent, until she could compose herself. 

Aria did not hear him move to grasp her forearm in his strong hand, she gasped out as he pulled her upright against the wall. She saw a look in those eyes, that nearly had her on her knees. The intensity in which he held her arm and the look he was giving her, made her quiver in fright. The gorgeous man who was her neighbor was holding her as if he wanted to devour every inch of her body, heart and soul. 

He leaned into her body, cushioning his against hers. Her breath was erratic and flowing across his skin, in short bursts. She felt the tremors from his body every time her breath hit his skin. His mind was on her luscious ripe lips. They were the kind that begged to be kissed. He leaned closer, hearing the intake of air as his lips barely caressed hers like a butterfly's wing touching them.

Her soft moan pierced his ears, as her breath tickled his lips. He growled with the imprint of her lips on his mind. She licked her lips, keeping her eyes closed, holding the feeling deep inside of her as it creates havoc in her body. She groaned loud as he pressed his lips upon hers again. She absorbed the impact of her lips being taken and opened as he placed little nibbles on her bottom and upper lip. Their breathes entwined, as she opened more and welcomed his intruding tongue into her hot mouth. His growl reverberated low and deep inside of her. The sweet taste of her filled his mouth and coated his tongue as he moved it all throughout her mouth. He was so thirsty for this kiss, it has been too long. He knew he could not stop. The kiss filled a need deep inside of him.

The flood of feelings, flowing like hot lava all through her body, consumed her. She was lost in his kiss. It made her mind not think of anything, other than feeling his tongue, lave her mouth as his teeth nipped. She pushed herself more into his arms, feeling them wrap around her tightly, holding her in such warmth and comfort, she felt tears form as the kiss continued. He felt the wetness of her tears as they fell to his upper lip, soaking his mustache. He growled grinding his lips against hers. Taking her mouth more deeply and intimately. His mind was absorbing the taste and feel of what his tongue was ravishing. 

He broke from the kiss gasping for breath as she was doing. He noticed how red, wet and swollen her lips were from his. He lifted his hand to rub a finger across her lips, smiling deeply as she whimpered from the bruising. He leaned in trapping his hand between their bodies, taking her lips again. She moaned, leaned into him, taking his kiss. He pulled from the kiss again, and turned, leaving her standing at her door, shaken and enthralled from that kiss.



The Kiss



Her lips are parted, slightly pouting, succulent. She waits expectantly, her chest rising and falling rhythmically. He gazes at those lips, admiring them. They are soft, pink, inviting. They are moist, glistening, like the morning dew of spring.

He leans forward and blows gently. She gasps at the cool air. Those succulent lips part a little more.

She closes her eyes. He makes her wait. He's watching patiently. The sexual tension is building. She moans softly. Just as he senses she's about to speak, he kisses those moist lips. Gently. Just once. She moans louder, her passion clearly rising. 

He waits some more, patiently, like the predator that he is. She is his helpless prey. His eyes stalk her every movement. Watching. Waiting for the most devastating moment to strike. He picks his moment. She jumps as his tongue swipes at one lip.

He draws a droplet of her moisture into his mouth, relishing the taste. Her breathing becomes laboured. Then, just as she's beginning to breathe out, his tongue swipes the other lip. She suddenly, sharply, breathes in even deeper. He tastes more moisture.

Those delicious lips twitch involuntarily, clearly hoping for more.

He makes her wait even longer. Her breasts rise and fall quickly now. She wants him. The air is now thick with tension. She whimpers loudly. He watches patiently, waiting for the next devilishly devious moment. Her defenses, those defenses she thought so cleverly built, crumble before his very eyes.

Those lips... oh those lips.

She is not bound by any rope, but his spell binds her tight. She cannot move. She is ripe. She is ready. Yet, just to seal the deal, his hands grip her wrists firmly.

He waits no longer, his patience is gone. She jumps as his mouth suddenly clamps onto those soft, succulent, pouting lips. No longer teasing, this is urgent. She whimpers. Too late, she suddenly realises her fate is sealed. She writhes, trapped, helpless. His tongue forces her lips to open wider, although they do not offer any resistance. That tongue is long, searching, exploring. His teeth graze those lips, offering a mixture of pain and pleasure.

She writhes and struggles, but his hands keep hers pinned. She cannot help but endure his urgent onslaught. He keeps per pinned there for what seems like hours, but is perhaps but a few minutes. Time itself has bated breath.

She begins to believe she just cannot take any more ... he slows down, lulling her slightly, although she still pants uncontrollably. And he's not finished with her yet.

He smiles to himself as he senses the sudden nuclear explosion deep within her core. His tongue has just delivered one final, devastating move...

It rasped slowly yet firmly across her clit. 



The Kiss



In the beginning I really wasn't into exploring this type of lifestyle, but I did it anyway. First it started with a kiss. I really felt something when she pressed her lips up against mine. Lilly and I had been friends for about six months. I mat Lilly in the break room where we work. I walked in and she was sitting at the table crying. I walked over and place my hand on her shoulder. 

"Are you okay?" I asked her. 

She looked up at me and said," Yes everything is fine." 

Her eye make-up was running. "Is there something wrong, are you sick, can I call somebody for you?" I asked.

"No thanks I'm not sick or anything I just broke up with the love of my life."

"Oh I see would you like to talk about it, I'm a good listener," I sat down across the table from her and we talked, that how we became friends.

The kiss you are wondering, well the kiss was the first time I began feeling what I was feeling about woman. Lilly and I was at her apartment she was doing some spring cleaning. Getting rid of some old thing so she asked for some help, I agreed. I pick up this box with something in it.

" Lilly!" I called out to her," Who is this photo of?" 

Lilly walked over to where I was standing with the box. She reach for the photo, she stared at the photo for a few minutes and started to cry. That when I knew who this person was. It didn't take a genius to figure out this person was he ex-lover. I put my arms around her shoulders she laid he head on my shoulder and cry some more.

"I'm sorry I guess you still have strong feeling. How long were you two together?"

"About two years," Lilly said. "I thought she was the one but now I know that not true."

My heart felt for her I reached over and held lily face in my hand. "Look you are a beautiful woman and very sweet and lovable person you will fine another true love. I know it hurt right now but I am here for you."

She looked into my eyes I looked into her eyes. That when it happened Lilly reached up and pressed her lips against mine. It was so passionate and sparks went through my body. It also frighten me and I jump away. 

"Wait what just happen?" I asked.

"Don't be afraid! I feel the same way too," Lilly said. The only problem is, I wasn't sure what I was suppose to be feeling. "You kissed me," I said to her.

"I have been feeling you all alone I just didn't know if you were feeling me," Lilly said. "But Lilly!" she put her lips up against mine again I didn't exactly push away this time.

"Lilly wait I don't think you understand," I said to her. "Rhonda don't fight the feeling I have been feeling this way for you for a long time I wasn't sure how you felt about me"

"I am not sure how I feel about you either," I was thinking to myself.

Lilly grabbed my hand and lead me to the bedroom. She sat me down on her bed and sat next to me.

"Rhonda I started having feeling for you awhile back. Now that we are here together I want to show you how I feel."

She stroke her hand across my face, it felt so good as if that what I needed for so long. She laid me back on the bed before removing my blouse. Lilly took off her clothes and climb on top of me our breast and bodies touch. I felt a warm sensation Lilly kissed me on my neck, her hands roamed my body.

It felt so good, I was thinking only one thing, do I want to do this or am I feeling obligated to do this for her. 

Was I afraid of knowing I wanted to be with a woman and couldn't face it? Suddenly I felt Lilly hands roam my pussy and how wet she made me. Then when I realize that what I wanted I gave in.

I whisper in her ear, Baby take me," she got totally excited and I knew then, that I could turn back now. Lilly really knew what she wanted she suck on my neck and then she moved down to my nipples which was hard and at attention. I spread my legs letting her know that I was ready to let her in and take me out of this world. Lilly dive into my wet pussy she was licking me like she was a cat licking a fresh bowl of milk. The sound the feeling it was so exciting. Lilly licked me until I came all over her face. She then kiss me allowing me to taste my juices. It was one experience I had never experience. I then rolled over on top of Lilly, "Take me I need your love, she said. I kissed Lilly on her soft lips I too roamed her body with my hands. Her body was so soft and smooth her breast just a hand full nice and big and plumped. Massaging her breast felt so good a moan escaped her. Hearing her moan really had my juices flowing. She spread her legs wide letting me know she was ready and waiting with the wetness. I started sucking her clit she couldn't do nothing but scream out in pure pleasure. Lilly and I spent hour pleasing and each other. After having hot passionate sex with Lilly we took a hot shower together. She scrubbed my back and I scrubbed hers. After the shower we sat in bed with a bottle of wine and talked.

"So how do you feel now? Do you still feel that you can't do this?" Lilly asked me. 

"Well, I won't say that this wasn't wild and crazy sex, but I will say that this is differently something I will do again." 

Lilly just looked at me and smile, all I could do is reach over to her and kiss the lips that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. Who would have known that a kiss like that would change the way I feel about women. The sad thing is that I may have had different feeling about this type of lifestyle. But I decided that I love men, more and never had sex with another woman again.



The Kiss



You went out on a date with a special person and you are back home saying good night. You have your keys out and unlock the door and turn to look into their eyes to tell them how much you enjoyed this time. Not wanting to rush things, you start some small talk and share that you had a great time. This is when this special person takes you by surprise and leans forward and your lips meet with a kiss. This kiss is so gentle that you can barely feel the warmth of their lips. As quickly as it came, the lips pull softly away. They look you in the eyes closely and share that they too had a good time and hoped that they can do it again, soon. Now you're thinking of the kiss and know your lips are close together, you smile as you look into their eyes, but before you can say anything their head tilts and your lips meet for another kiss. 

This kiss is delivered as gently as the first, sending a flush feeling through your body as you enchantedly get lost as the lips melt together and your eyes close. The lips roll together as they slip back and forth till you feel your upper lip being taken into their mouth by the suction from their mouth. Your eyes open wide but as quickly as it happened, they let the lip go free and then it is repeated to your bottom lip. You're back is up against the door with your left hand still on the door knob and your other hand is holding your keys. Your knees are beginning to weaken and your eyes close while your upper lip is sucked in again and set free with each kiss. You open your mouth for a brief second and feel a tongue enter your mouth. Your lips are locked and the tongues are in a full dance while you feel tingles going through your body. You feel the excitement rushing as your breath is becoming short. Your heart is pounding and your senses are on edge, feeling every touch as if it were multiplied by ten. You open your eyes which see the blinding brightness of the porch light which didn't seem so bright a minute ago and in the back ground was the cool evening darkness. You close your eyes and find yourself lost in bliss again.

The kiss is turning into a deeper and fuller kiss now as your bodies are becoming closer and you're starting to feel a slight dizzy feeling as your date pushes into you. You feel a hand moving upward exploring your waist and moving up the side your ribs. You place your right hand, with your keys, up between your chests to try to slow things down but this stops the dance and the kiss goes to a gentle kiss again and pulls away. You mind thinks, "Wait, I didn't want to stop kissing... just slow down!" Your eyes are still closed as your body shutters out loud with three multiple sighs, as if you had been crying. Your mouth opens half way as your body takes in the night air with a light sigh. You feel for that moment that it was the end of a perfect kiss but as you begin to open your eyes, you feel their lips start kissing your neck. Your eyes and mouth open wide and your hand grabs their side to push away but it is too late, your eyes close as your mouth opens wider to gasp for more air as your head drops back exposing your neck even more. Your body loses to these lustful feelings from your neck and your body naturally surrenders as your hand grasps their side for support. You start to shake and feel almost dizzy as gentle kisses have turn into more passionate ones with the rhythm of your breathing. Your head is back and your mouth is wide open as you gulp in the night air. Your adrenaline is flowing and you feel your heart pounding in your chest like it were running a race. 

Your hand that was on the door knob is now helping hold you up because your legs are too weak to support yourself and as if it happened by accident your hand, on its own, turns the knob and the door opens. You both stammer back into the safe darkness of the hall where the lips meet again. The door gets kicked shut and you have nothing to hold on to but your date. You drop the keys and grab a hold of their back as the passion changes from a gentle spring drizzle to water roaring down a river and falling off a cliff. This flood is too much to handle as your knees give way and you are slowly led to the floor while you are captured with a deeper kiss. 

This kiss is taking over and you are lost till you notice that your shirt was being pulled out of your jeans and you were totally unbuttoned. You try to stop by grabbing the last part of the shirt coming out but with a slight tilt of his head your tongue gets sucked into their mouth and all attention is lost to this feeling. You know the shirt is free and you are exposed. Your tongue is totally captured and you feel it being pulled into their mouth deep and strong. You grab for their back with open hands as this feeling of your tongue being sucked out is an incredible feeling of stretching, warmth and being captured all at the same time.

You feel a hand going across your skin slowly as it explores till it finds a way to set your breasts free. You are lost in this zone of special kissing till you notice that your pants had been unbuttoned and were now being pushed down. Your hands and elbows hit the ground with speed and you try to lean forward to get up but the weight of their head holds you down in place. The lips let go of your tongue and move to your bare chest and with the precision of a humming bird their mouth latches onto one of your exposed nipples. It is drawn into their mouth deep and hard and you feel the suction of their mouth immediately pull you in while you struggle again to move forward to stop the pants from being set free. The weight of their head is pushing downward on your nipple as their right hand leaves your pants and moves up to pet our stomach in a circular motion. Their left hand goes behind your back and pulls you tight. You realize that your chest is tightly captured as you look down with your elbows on the floor to only see a head of hair that is blocking you from seeing the petting of your stomach. The petting continues for a couple minutes and you realize that it is calming you down. The mouth is starting to cause tingles and a numbing feeling on your teat as you are suckled on. You are not about to surrender to these feelings. You hold yourself up with your stomach muscles tight and elbows dug into the hard wood floor till you feel the left hand leave your back and work its way up your arm, over your shoulder and across your neck till it gently works up to your lower jaw. 

You take a deep breath as you let go and the hand pushes up on your jaw till you are looking at the wall. You close your eyes and accept this pleasure of being sucked on and petted. The tingles are getting more intense and at times you feel a slight stinging as you are sucked in deeper and harder, but it feels much better than the slow burning you are starting to feel from your stomach muscles being contracted, trying to hold you up. 

You drop your head back with a deep sigh and slowly surrender as you relax your elbows that causes you to go back down to the floor. You wonder why this hand had moved up to your jaw and close your eyes as you feel it gently pushing up till the palm settles in firmly onto your chin. This places the fingers all around your mouth as your head feels naturally pushed back, as if you are looking upward. 

Your chest goes outward as your head tilts back only to find the fingers at your lips. You feel the palm flatten out and the fingers start to slide across your wet open lips. Your mouth was slightly open but when you feel the fingers touch your lips, you close your mouth quickly and swallow as one finger starts to circle your lips. It runs over your lips slowly as it smears the wetness evenly. You try to breathe all air you can get through your nose as the finger plays with your lips. Your nipple is totally tingling from being suckled and you grab a handful of hair as a the finger glides around and in between your lips. The finger goes around and around your lips and slows till it gets to the middle and then stops. Not knowing what to do, you kiss the finger and it leaves to circle and spread more. As it passes between the centers of your lips each time, it slows almost waiting for a kiss. You are perplexed but curious as these feelings are starting to heighten. 

You feel your lower stomach being rubbed in a circular motion, as the finger is circling your lips in the same manner. The other nipple is now being suckled on while you feel the weight of the hand on your chin pushing gently downward. You chin lowers as your mouth is being opened. The finger slides between the lips and then pulls back out and stops for the kiss. Now you figured out that the finger was staying still till it got the kiss it was wanting. You kiss the finger and it moves around again and kissed it when it returns. Each time you kiss, it would leave and come back. With each kiss, the finger pushes between the lips a little deeper till the finger is parting your lips and running just inside them. The lips are slippery from each circle and entry that was made. Every time it slid in and out and stopped in the middle, it was released with a kiss as it slowly made another round.

A wet finger is removed and placed on your chin and it pushes downward while your mouth opens naturally. The finger leaves your chin and moves back into your mouth leaving your mouth open as it slides back and forth on your tongue. It slips in deeper and your lips close as you start to suckle on the finger as it interact with your tongue with more speed. You kiss and wrap your lips around it as it pushes deeper with each round it takes with your tongue.

Your mouth opens to take a deep breath and a second finger is added into your mouth to tease with your tongue. The fingers slow and move out to gently rest on your lower teeth, pulling your jaw downward, opening your mouth wider so you can breathe freely. You submit to being opened wider to accommodate the easy access of air that the two fingers are giving your mouth. You can hear your each breath with the wide open mouth clearly. The third finger is added onto your lower teeth and the middle finger leaves your teeth and is teasing with your tongue. You react by swirling your tongue around it and sensuously slide your tongue over and around the middle finger till you move your head forward to squeeze your lips down tightly around all of them at one time. They let go of your teeth and come together as they start to go in and out as you suck on them savagely. 

All of a sudden your brain makes the erotic connection of these actions and realizes the fingers are making love to your mouth. Your head moves back and forth as the entry changes to meet your mouth and the intensity of these motions start to build. You are swept away on the raging river ride of emotion. You had never dreamed you could be brought to feel so much in such a relatively short period of time and you never imagined your mouth being used to pleasure a set of fingers. Your whole universe had been reduced to hot, wet fingers sliding in and out of your mouth whiles their mouth kissed and suckling on your nipples.

Your mouth is now totally wet and hungrily sucking on their fingers with intensity and as erotically as you can. The fingers are moving faster as they go in and out of your mouth and you are lost as you attack them like you are emotionally feeding off them. Your hands are griping at his head and anything that would give you stability. 

The hand that was rubbing your stomach had slid down your side to the small of your back and was slowly sliding downward. You ignored this because of the wild feeling from the upper parts of your body till you notice the gentle pushing from the small of your back going beneath your rear. You let go of that feeling as you suck on the fingers with more dedication. 

Your feel your pants are now bunched up and pushed down to your thighs. You feel the openness of your front giving into this new suckling excitement but you know you are exposed on and have a funny bunched up feeling moving down your thighs as your full attention is on two fingers as a warm mouth working you to frenzy. Your nipples are sucked till the stinging causes them to struggle to be free and the mouth goes to the other. Back and forth, your nipples are worked on and feel like they are throbbing with excitement. 

All of a sudden your brain finally recognizes that your jeans and skives have been removed and there is now cool air on your exposed areas. Your favorite jeans, which you donned to impress your date with, are now tangled right above your knees that gives you a trapped feeling. You panic and your focus turns to your hands to get you out of trouble but even with them placed flat on the floor, you can't move. A tongue is now attacking your nipple and the hand is slowly petting your stomach again. This trapped feeling heightens your excitement and pleasure even more. 

The fingers and tongue are moving again with your trapped passion. The fingers are going deeper and your head tries to turn to the side but the fingers follow. Each time your head tries to move to the left or right the fingers keep going in and out. You grasp their hair hard and you feel the suction get harder as you try to wiggle to be free. You finally give up to this madness and kick off your shoes and struggle to use your toes to work your own jeans down your legs until you could writhe your way out of them to be free. One leg freed, your toes attack the other pants leg till you squirm out of it and are free. 

A hand had been petting your stomach moved down over your mound and started exploring your thighs. It was softly stroking your legs up and down and ran up between your legs as you struggled to be free. You were free and ready to be explored as you bend your knees and welcome the hand which was softly petting your thighs. Your exposed body felt the cool exposure to the room while this whole time you had been attacking fingers working in and out of your mouth. Your mouth opens wide with a gasp as you feel the other fingers running across your other, now wet opening. You grab the wrist of the hand on your chin and grab the back of your partner in desperation. 

Your knees part as you feel the fingers softly exploring your bodies other lips, while the others are working your mouth. Over and over you are being suckled on, explored and fingered. You let loose gasps multiple times as pleasure explodes all over your body as the fingers explore both openings in different ways. One is going in and out and the other in a slow circular motion. 

Your eyes close and mouth opens wide as you gasp as both sets of fingers are now moving in and out of your body. You shutter and shake as you feel rolls of climaxes run over your body. You cannot move, you are spent and lay there panting as your date stops moving the fingers and leaves them steady with pressure on you. You gasp for air as your chest is moving up and down and you feel contractions around both sets of fingers. 

He places the hand with the wet fingers from your mouth on your chest to hold you in place and the other wet fingers pull out and rest on your mound. He leans up as you feel the weight pushing down on you. He looks over your naked body and kneels before you as he slowly runs a hand over what he exposed. He plays and strokes areas as he pleases as you catch your breath. He removes his shirt slowly, as you watch him sit back and remove his other clothing in front of you. With a smile he kneel down over you again and leans in close to start kissing your lips. You close your eyes and feel his legs straddle across your stomach.

Your eyes open to see his eyes looking into your eyes while you kiss. His lips pull away as he rises up kneeling over you and he takes a finger and run it across your cheek and up to your lips. He moves up on your chest so his knees are making your arms go out. The finger returns to the center of your mouth and you respond with a kiss. As they did earlier before the finger starts circling and entering in and out of your mouth as you are looking into his eyes. You close your eyes and let go of all restraints and passionately suck on the finger. As it is removed you feel the two pressing in to engage with your tongue again. You are breathing heavily and gasping at times while the fingers are slipping in and out. You wonder why all this fingering as you feel their body straddle up closer on top of your chest. You realize that you are now pinned! His feet down and knees above your arms as your eyes open wide to see their naked body sitting up on top of you. You can't move much or do anything while the fingers are slowly pushing into your mouth deeper. You feel the coolness of the floor as you move your feet up so they are flat and your knees are fully bent. 

Your hands are stretched out and you feel trapped and captured. You feel the fullness of the two fingers deep in your mouth and try to swallow with the fingers inside. The swallow is incomplete and automatically followed by another effort to swallow, as your neck arches upward to open wider. You start to get nervous and then feel the fingers slowly pulling out and run over your lips, soaking them in your own wetness. You swallow deep as you feel the weight of his body move up and lean forward causing a very warm smooth feeling drop onto your face. You feel the warmth on your forehead and cheek and open your eyes to look up only to see a blur resting on your face with their stomach in the background. 

Your arms straight out and he is on all fours as he leans forward his hips rock back and you see what was on your forehead and cheek as it slides down close to your wet mouth. 

Almost as if it knew it hit wet lips, it jumps as you open your eyes to you watch the stomach contract and his hips rock back again to cause it to slide across your mouth again. You force yourself to breathe through your nose while it rocks back and forth. Each time it slid onto your wet lips it would jump. You close your eyes and tilt your head to the side for a deep breath and as you are exhaling you feel it drop from your cheek and land at your open lips. You exhale your warm air out onto him and it jumps again. You move your head up straight and find it resting on your lips. You take breath through your nose and you feel the hotness resting on your lips as you start with a gentle kiss, along knowing that this was all started from a kiss...