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Together

By: SickOfDumbHoochs



It was the strangest display of proof that she and I belong together that I'd ever seen. It was about 4:50 on Friday afternoon, and I was finishing up my final proofing on my story. We discussed going out that night, but I thought about her too much to want to share her with the rest of the world. I knew she'd be tired, so I wanted to make sure I prepared a perfect evening. I stopped by the florist and bought 3 dozen peach roses-They're her favorite. I found some of her favorite massage oils and bath beads, so I was totally prepared for a night of pampering her. I even stopped by her favorite boutique on the way home to search for this black negligee that she loved so much. They had one more left on Wednesday and I wanted to see it adorning my wife's lovely frame. But when I got there, it was gone. But I, undeterred, continued home to make my wife feel like the beautiful lady she had always been to me.

I opened the door and almost fell due to the fact that the hall light was dimmed. I went to turn on the lamp, and she had taped a note. The note instructed me to meet her upstairs at exactly 5:45. As I walked in, it was 5: 40 and I could hardly contain myself. I sat in the living room armchair, I took a bowl from the kitchen and got a bowl of ice and four of her favorite candles. I tried my best to be casual as I walked up the stairs, but I was more anxious than a rich family with an only child at Christmas.

So as I strolled up the stairs. bucket of ice and roses in hand, candles in my overcoat, I saw her. She was wearing a long black gown leaving plenty to my overactive imagination. She immediately took the bucket of ice, seductively running it around her tongue. She sat on the bed as I lit the candles around the room. As I began to remove the rose petals and spread them on our bed, she peeked in my bag and discovered the massage oil and bath beads. It was music to my ears when she finally spoke to me.

"I've been wanting to feel you with me all day, and now that I have you I don't know if the jaws of life could pry me away."

She took my coat off and loosened my tie. The tip of her tongue gently traced my lips. She whispered into my ear, and I honestly am not sure what she said, but her breath in my ear mad me feel warm from head to toe. I leaned in and whispered to her about the negligee.

"So when did you buy it?"

"I didn't. I had them hide it from you at the boutique, I knew you would be there to buy it, so I wanted to at least spoil one surprise."

Her gown was slit on both sides, and I ran my fingertips up and down her left thigh. God I loved how soft her legs always stayed. She glanced into my eyes and smiled as I caressed her. I kissed her gentle lips and brought them inside of mine. Her lips tickled mine as I slid them down to lick her bottom lip. She took my shirt off and crawled on top of me. She knew how much I love her aggressive tendency.

She placed my hand underneath her gown and guided me down to show me how aroused she was. Seeing her desire slide down my fingertips made me unbelievably aroused as well. When she slid her silky panties down over her feet and crawled on top of me, she made it a point to grind against me, without taking any of my clothing off, just to drive me even crazier.

As she removed my pants and m boxers, she teased me with her tongue for about 4 seconds, and then turned over to her back. I so badly wanted to take her, but I knew it was not yet time. I slid her gown off and doused her with her favorite massage oil. To rub the oil in, I rubbed my naked body against hers. This drives her crazy as the oil warms the small space between us. The sliding up and down against each other makes us both moan. As she asked for me inside of her, I chose to massage her from her feet upwards. I rubbed up towards her thighs, dancing ever so close to her dripping desire. As I usual do with her, I tied her wrists with a pillow case, and followed my fingertips with my tongue. It drove her crazy that she could do nothing but receive pleasure, and she slid and wriggled all over the bed.

I took her by her hand and led her to the bathroom, and prepared her bath. I'd love to say I laid her in the tub and bathed her. But we had a detour. She sat on my lap facing away from me on our loveseat on the way. She and I both wanted me to penetrate her, but I thought better. I reached underneath her thighs and placed my fingers inside of her, while fondling her breasts and licking the back of her neck. This drove her crazy, and her passionate moans confirmed this.

As she turned around to face me with a wild look in her eyes, I knew it was time to make love to her. So I laid her in her in the tub, and climbed in with her. She placed me inside of her, and it was almost like a swim in what I imagined being heaven. As the rhythm created by the sounds of the water, and her moans, and our bodies drove the night forwards, I didn't realize how close we had both driven each other to a simultaneous climax. Our physically demanding grinding in unison seemed effortless and infinitely pleasing. Her arms were wrapped all the way around me, as I knew she wanted to literally, spiritually, emotionally, and sensually feel all of me.....

And she did and I felt all of her. I walked her back to our bed where I dried her off and tasted her after her climax, only to find her willing and able to climax again from the gentle stroking of my tongue and the caresses of my lips. The warmth was unimaginable as we lay together, naked, staring at the late night moon in each others' loving arms.

Together



The door opens and I freeze for a second. I know it's you, I've been waiting for you after all. But my stomach still jumps, my breath catches and all I can think is... it's you. My eyes rove over the body I've only seen before in pictures, on cam. Reality is here, big and handsome. It's several minutes before I realize you're talking to me while I have been obsessively staring. "What? Sorry, I was a bit distracted..."

"I said Hello," Your eyes sparkle at me as you laugh at my befuddlement, "You look wonderful." I can feel myself blush at the compliment. I've known you for nearly 2 years now and yet it's the first time we've been face to face. I can't hold myself back another second and launch myself at you, kissing you, touching every inch my hands can reach. We stand like that absorbed in each other for several long minutes before you remind me the door is still standing open. Whoops!

I shut the door but just as I'm about to turn back around to you, your arms come around my waist. My bones seem to melt away at the touch of your lips on my neck, my secret weakness... but then you know all my secrets, don't you? I close my eyes and revel in the feeling. You work your hands just under my shirt, thumbs stroking the soft skin of my stomach. Meanwhile your mouth has wandered from the back of my neck to nibble at my earlobe. I try to turn around, I want the feeling of you under my hands. "No, my pet. Relax. Be still." I stop my fidgeting, moving only to lift my arms so you can slide my shirt off. The gasp escaping my lips is the only sound in the room as your hands move up my stomach to cup my lace covered breasts. 

Your hands squeeze gently at first and then your thumbs and fingers move towards the tip to caress my nipples. The sensation causes me to arch my back, pressing my breasts into your hands. Your mouth ceases its nibbling at my ear to travel down my back stopping only long enough to unhook my bra. Which of course means your hands are free to seek out the skin hiding behind the lace. It's not long before the bra follows my shirt to the floor. In the interim, your mouth, having covered my back in tiny bites, leaves my skin long enough for your hands to grasp my hips and turn me to face you. We've barely started and yet I can hardly see straight. My hands clutch at your shoulders when your talented lips find my stomach and proceed to travel upward to lavish attention on my breasts. My nipples, already hard, seem to tighten more under the touch of your teeth. At the sound of my moan, you smile. 

You take my hand and lead me over to stand by the bed. Which is a good thing since I was sure my knees would collapse out from under me soon. I put my hands to my waist to peel off my jeans when you stop me yet again, your hands replacing mine. As soon as the jeans are off you bury your face in my crotch, rubbing me thru my thong. My hands run through your hair, grabbing handfuls to hold you tight against me. I frantically try to remove the last barrier of cloth but once more you stop me. "No, leave it on," you order, "I want you on your hands and knees on the bed with that big round ass facing me." I hurry to comply, falling easily into my role. I've waited so long for you to master me. My pussy throbbing at the thought. 

When I'm in position I wait for your touch... but there's nothing. After a few moments I look back over my shoulder to see what's going on. You're standing behind me... staring, as apparently entranced at the sight before you as I had been when you first walked in the door. A tingle runs thru me at the thought of how I'm displaying myself for you. An eternity passes and finally you touch me. Your hands smooth over the curve of my ass moments before I feel your lips. Something low inside me tightens at the feeling of your teeth nibbling my flesh. I quickly go from patient anticipation to shameless begging. I promise you things I'm not sure are physically possible if you'll just fuck me with the hard cock I know is hiding behind your clothes.

I look back at you again and when I see you tugging off your own clothes I turn to help you. Anything to get my hands on you again... but, again you stop me. I groan in frustration as I go back to my position on the bed, the need to have you inside me becoming a physical ache. My linguistic skills nonexistent, I whimper my thanks as you move my thong to the side and place the tip of your cock at the entrance to my pussy. It takes a few minutes for me to comprehend that you're not moving. You're just teasing me. When I move myself back against you I find that you're holding my hips in place, not allowing me to impale myself on that big cock. 

"Please, please, please, please, please..." a litany of pleading escapes my lips, nearly incomprehensible. The oh-so-pleased laugh I hear in response makes me scream in frustrated need. FINALLY you enter me, driving every thought from my head. I can only feel how your shaft fills me up, stretching my pussy inch by slow tortorous inch. You hold yourself inside me for what seems an eternity before moving in slow, even thrusts. My back arches as I can feel myself on the brink of orgasm, the slow speed keeping me from my goal. I want it faster and harder but I know by this point that if I try to take control you'll only deny me so I wait. You reach one hand low under me to rub around and over my clit as you move faster, harder into me. My body shivers, my hands clenching at the sheets. In no time I come, screaming my satisfaction. I could gladly collapse at this point into a puddle of contentment but you have other plans for me. 

You drag your cock out of me slowly wringing yet another moan from my mouth and nudge it up against my ass. Next thing I know you're pushing that monster into my ass. It feels almost as though you'll split me in two but after a bit I relax and begin to truly enjoy the unique sensation. With the fingers of one hand I manipulate my breasts, rolling and pinching my sensitive nipples. I thrust my ass back against you, forcing you even deeper. Your big hard cock plunging in and out, each time just a bit quicker. Again I find myself lost in the feeling of you fucking me. The hand at my nipples moves to my clit just seconds before you bring me to my second orgasm. My body pulsing around you pushes you over the edge and I feel your hot cum filling my ass.  

Exhausted at this point I declare, "If your intent was to drive me to madness.... I believe you've so far pushed me to the brink." We fall asleep together sated for the moment. I awaken some time later to the feeling of handcuffs going around my wrists. "What's going on?" I ask, a bit anxious at the sudden turn of events.

"Oh, this and that. You'll see, my pet. No more questions," You respond. A blindfold covers my eyes. My handcuffed wrists are pulled over my head and attached to the headboard. At some point I realize you've removed my thong, leaving me completely nude. One by one you restrain my spread legs to the corners of the bed. I wait, in the dark, in the silence. I can hear you moving around but I can't make out what you're doing. I hear the flick of a lighter and a crackle as something catches fire. 

"Master?!" I ask uneasily. I can only guess at what it is but since I saw the candles in your bag, I'm fairly sure of what is to come next though it is new to me.

"Shhh... my pet," You respond, "Trust in your Master." All is silence again until something hits my skin, running from the topside of my left breast towards my shoulder. It's hot but not so much as to burn. Another drip on my right breast, then a trail of drops in between. The warmth has me breathing faster but I'm not worried anymore. It feels good, a sharp dot of pain cooling quickly. I gasp, my back arching as instead of just a drip, you pour some of the hot wax on my right nipple which spreads to cover my areola as well. I hardly have time to relax before you give my other nipple the same treatment. The sensations so new to me have my whole body tingling. You leave a trail this time starting between my breasts and leading down to my belly. You cover me in drips and swirls, occasionally using your finger to spread it as though painting.

Eventually you tire of this and continue your movement downward. Over my hips... drip; down my thighs... drip, drip. At first you skip over my pussy but soon your path turns upward again. The thought hits me that I'm so relieved I followed your preliminary orders and had shaved myself completely smooth. You pour out some of the wax onto the mound of my pussy. I yell out, the sensitive skin making the sharp sting more painful. But then you blow on it to cool it down, the combined sensations send a shiver down my spine. I bow my body upwards, trying to make contact with your mouth but you're no longer within reach. 

Long minutes pass silently... I have time to wonder what you're doing. Then a yelp escapes me as you press a piece of ice against the wax covering my left nipple. You swirl it around making sure the wax is completely hard before slowly peeling it off my skin. The wax covering my right nipple is also cooled with the ice before being peeled off. Both nipples are hard and tight... and very sensitive after the intense handling. You peel off each little drip covering my breasts, following each time with the ice. Before moving on to my belly you take my right nipple in your mouth, biting then soothing with your tongue. You repeat this torment on my left breast as well until a moan escapes me. 

Once you hear the sound you stop and resume peeling. Every drip and swirl on my skin is painstakingly removed and then my skin cooled with the ice. Unbelievably I realize I'm so turned on I'm on the verge of begging you to fuck me. At last you have removed all of it except the pool of wax covering my pussy. Again the ice is placed over the wax, moving in circles before you peel the remaining wax off. Then you run the ice down my lips, wringing a cry from me as you slip in between to rub it over my clit. The feeling, though cold, is so sharp and intense I could almost come just from it alone. And then it's gone. "Oh, please Master, please, please, please..."

"What, my pet? What do you want?" By now I'm writhing on the bed, arms and legs pulling against their bonds. 

"Please fuck me, Master!" At my reply there is no verbal response from you. Your mouth is quickly buried between my legs. Your tongue licks long strokes up and down my pussy and dances over my clit. One finger edges inside me, pressing up against my g-spot. The combination brings me, my whole body shaking. "Yes, yes. Oh god, yes!" I cry. You slide up my body to lie full length against me, undoing my restraints at the same time. I curl myself against you, still quivering, rubbing myself against the fingers you have resting on my clit. 

Eventually, once I am still, you get up. You pull me forward, up off the bed, to stand beside you before turning me around. "Get back on the bed, hands and knees just as before, pet." I hesitate just long enough for you to discern my reluctance, a sharp slap to my backside gets me moving quickly. As apprehensive as I am about what is to happen, I am also eager for more. I feel your hands on my ass, spreading it wide before inserting something cool and smooth. 

"Wh-what is that?" I ask. 

"Didn't I tell you no more questions?! I will tell you what you need to know, slave! Now, will you obey me or will I have to punish you?" you yell back at me. 

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry. I'll be quiet." You leave the object in my ass, the strange feeling has my mind working, I can't imagine what it is. You climb onto the bed and position yourself in front of me. With one hand behind my head you push me down towards you until I feel your cock touching my lips. I immediately begin salivating with the need to taste you. I love the taste of cum and can't wait to bring you with my mouth. 

I lick the head then wrap my lips just about the tip. I suck on your hard cock a few times and then let it pop out so I can run my tongue down the entire length of you. My lips start at the base and place a short sucking kiss on the side. I then proceed to leave a series of similar kisses at intervals up the side. When I reach the tip I again wrap my lips around you but this time I let your huge cock slide inch-by-inch into my mouth. Before long you fill my mouth and my throat relaxes to let you slide even farther in. Your enormous size makes it difficult but I persevere until my lips are wrapped around the base of your cock. I draw myself upwards, sucking as I do so, until just the tip remains before plunging down on you again. 

My hands, at last free to explore, stroke the soft skin of your balls. Gently scraping my nails over your skin, I move my hands lower, behind your balls, down to your ass. Running little circles around your tight hole, I delight in hearing how your breathing quickens, small gasps escaping your mouth at times. I throw myself completely into sucking your cock. One of your hands comes to rest on the back of my head. I love that you're again taking control of me. I let your hand guide my pace, telling me how fast to slide my mouth up and down your shaft. At one point you hold my head down on you for a longer time. I don't struggle even though I desperately need to breathe. The pleasure I'm giving you has me so excited. 

It's not long after that I feel you swelling thicker and harder in my mouth, so incredibly large I can hardly believe it. You thrust up against my mouth a couple of times before releasing your wonderful cum. My sucking continues, albeit a bit gentler, being sure to catch every drop. I savor the taste in my mouth as your orgasm subsides. 

Your hands reach out and undo the blindfold around my eyes. I glance back, still curious as to what you put in my ass. I can see now that it was a candle... a long white taper that is still imbedded. Then your hands tug on my arms, drawing my attention back to you. As I move close to you, we kiss. Lips and teeth playing gently at each other. I get up off the bed, removing the taper and cleaning myself before snuggling back with you on the bed. My head on your chest and one leg across your hips, I'm nearly asleep when I hear you say, "Very good, my pet. Just wait until tomorrow..."

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Together



I was at Chad's house, in his bedroom, playing a game on the computer, when he came in. I was staying with his family for the summer. He walked over to the desk by the chair and hit my elbow, making me miss my shot. I pushed him and he jokingly shoved me back, giggling. 

"Pussy!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, shut up Brodie!"

"Make me."

I laughed, punched his arm and ran as fast as I could for the kitchen. 

"Hey Chad, what's good to eat?"

Chad chased after me, skidding across the kitchen tile in his socks, almost knocking me over, as I looked in the fridge.

"Well, we've got some hot dogs, pizza, mac & cheese and that's about it."

"Um, you can have the hot dogs, Brodie," hogging the last slice of pizza, poking my ribs. Chad headed for the living room. I plopped down on the couch beside him, taking the remote and surfing the channels on his big screen. 

"Fuck that! You go eat hot dogs."

I jabbed his arm yanking the pizza from his hand, just as he was about to take a bite. He jumped on top of me and I let him pull me onto the floor. Straddling my waist, holding the pizza, squishing it in his fingers, he wiped it over the front of my T-shirt. I punched him fairly hard this time in the shoulder. Rolling over I pinned Chad down on his back, lying on top of him.

"Get off of me!"

I did, then sat on the floor beside him laughing. I pulled my T-shirt off, and threw it at him, hitting him in the face. He stood up, licking the sauce from his slender fingers. Taking off his shirt, he tossed it to me.

"Here put this on."

"I don't want your shirt."

"Fine."

He got up and walked to his room. I followed him, standing in the doorway watching. 

"Why are you following me?"

"No reason. I'll go back in the living room and put your damn shirt on. I wouldn't want you popping a hard on, because I was walking around half naked."

He leaned out the door yelling, "Good call dick licker!"

After a few minutes he came out of his room with a clean shirt on, walked into the living room with an arm load of clothes.

"Laundry time."

He was on the way to the laundry room, and I went too. 

"Let me help," I reached out taking clothes from his arms.

"Don't forget to separate the colors and whites in the load Brodie?"

"Shut up fuck face!"

I crammed all the clothes, his and mine into the washer in one big clump. I hated doing laundry, but since they were nice enough to let me stay, I figured I better help out.

"Now I know why your clothes look like shit." 

"Huh? Well excuse me. You do it then."

Chad stopped the water, and picked through, carefully sorting everything. Now instead of one nice big load, he had three smaller loads that needed to be done. He was frustrating the hell out of me.

"Chad, you are anally retentive."

"Haha! I didn't think you could even say the word anal with a straight face."

I crossed my eyes, and stuck my tongue out at him. 

"I can't. See, anal retentive boy."

I went to see the score of the game, when he came back into the living room and sat on the couch. I noticed some sauce on his arm from the pizza. I ran my finger over the spot, then licked it suggestively and laughed. 

"I know you're gay Brodie? You just licked me."

I took his scrawny neck in the crook of my arm, pulling him to the floor. We wrestled for a few minutes. My out weighting him by at least forty pounds, I easily had him pinned to the floor, his chest in the tan carpet, sitting on his arse. 

"No man, I didn't lick you. You just wished I would lick you, dick weed."

I let him up. Breathlessly, I sat back on the couch. He climbed up and sat with me. His top lip was covered in nothing but sweat and sporting a big grin. Unlike myself, already having shaved this morning and needing it again, he couldn't grow facial hair if he wanted to. 

"Oh, you just got me good," he laughed, punching me in the knee, "Dumb ass."

"Shit!"

Seizing his arm as he swung again, twisting it behind his back, I pushed his face down on the couch, my knee in the center of his back.

"You like it rough, eh?"

"Oh yeah baby, stick it in me."

Leaning in, joking in my most girlie mocking voice, "I will if you really want me to." I grabbed his ribs, tickling, then jumped off and ran for his parent's bedroom, trying to shut the door.

"I felt your pecker poking my back Brodie!"

He shoved his arm in the door, just as I was about to slam it shut. Reaching in, he tried to grab me.

"Get the fuck out of there."

"No way Chad."

"Why not. Afraid I will see your raging cock. You want to bend me over and hump my ass, don't you?"

Still pushing against the door and laughing, "No man. Stop screwing with me Chad."

He stopped trying to get into the room, so I opened the door. I walked as quickly past him as I could, keeping my back to him. I could feel myself blushing, not knowing why our usual joking and rough housing seemed to be on a different level.

"Dude, stop and look at me."

I just kept walking, then stopped in the hall, in front of his bedroom.

"Turn around. Prove to me that your dick isn't as hard as a rock, because you want to fuck me."

"Come on man, stop this shit."

This game Chad was playing was getting old, and wasn't so funny anymore. Looking back over my shoulder, he was slyly grinning. He walked up behind me, extending his hand.

"Okay man, no hard feelings?"

I reached my hand out to shake. Chad clasped my fingers tightly, pulling me into him, grabbing my crotch. It was a very uncomfortable moment for me.

"I knew it, chump."

I shoved him aside running to the kitchen for the back door to leave. I didn't want to leave, but felt embarrassed. Not because I was hard, but because it was a pleasant experience having had his hand there. He came up from behind and took hold of my shoulder.

"Stop Brodie."

I didn't turn around.

"What?"

"I was just giving you a hard time dude. Come here."

I pulled out of his grasp. I backed away, wiping the sweat from my face. I turned looking him in the eyes. He stepped forward, dropped to his knees and started to unbutton my jeans. I just stood there stunned, but let him.

"Holy shit! What the fuck are you doing?"

Chad just smiled and winked at me, reaching in and pulling out my penis. He wrapped his pink warm lips over it. I closed my eyes, feeling my knees get weak. I held onto the counter top.

"Damn!"

Chad's tongue worked over the tip, twirling over my swollen shaft, as he bobbed back and forth. I couldn't help myself, thrusting my hips forward. He gagged, as I pulled his head closer.

"Holy fuck Chad!"

Holding my ass cheeks he pulled me toward him, as I ran my fingers in his shoulder length golden hair. I bit my bottom lip and looked down at him, as he looked up at me with his big blue eyes. He pulled off my peter, smiling, then sucking my shaven balls as he stroked me. He kept up his constant assault on my cock and sack for several minutes. I couldn't believe the words that next came out of my mouth.

"You want me to fuck you?"

He didn't answer, but nodded his head. I lifted him up by the arms, shoved him into the cupboards and we kissed passionately. Pulling a handful of his hair, I dragged him over to the kitchen table. My large hands met his, fumbling to undo his belt and unzip his jeans. His pants at his ankles, I slapped his ass hard twice. Hunching over the table, he held his arms out to steady himself. I spit in my hand and rubbed it over his hole, he flinched at my touch.

"Do you have protection Chad?"

"Sorry. No. Do me bareback Brodie."

"You want me to pull out before I cum?"

"Make me your bitch. Do what you want with your cum."

I shoved his face down into the pine table, leaning in, licking his ear, breathing in his scent, rubbing my cock over his crack.

"Fucking stick it in me."

"Are you sure? You ever been screwed before?"

"No. . . But, I want you to fuck me."

Grinding his very white ass against me, I slapped him, slipping my cock past his ring. Squeezing my legs around his, he started to whimper as I slid all the way in. We just stood there for a moment, his body shaking. Pulling out, holding his hair, I pushed in, then out, over and over. My eyes were closed. The sound of my balls slapping against his ass and our groans filled the room. 

"I love the feeling of your cock in me."

Caught up in the moment, the words brought me back to reality. I was now having sex with a guy, with Chad, my best friend. I pulled out and backed up. Chad stood and turned, looked up at me, his face red, perspiration on his brow. He was breathing hard, his lithe body glistening in the midday sun that shone in the window. All the years I had known him, and all the times I slept beside him camping and hiking and I had no clue, that we would end up like this. I was seeing him for the first time. He was looking at me with an expression of pure panic. He knew I was having second thoughts, that my brain had finally gotten enough blood away from my cock to think straight. I pulled my pants up and looked down at the floor. Chad did the same and ran from the room.

I stood in front of the bathroom door, afraid to knock. He had been in there for a while. I had cleaned up in his parent's bathroom and packed my clothes in my duffle. I wasn't sure, but I had thought I heard him crying before the shower had started. I tried the handle, but the door was locked. It was probably for the best, because I didn't know what to say.

I jumped as a finger tapped my shoulder. Turning around I saw that it was Chad's mom, home from work. 

"You're packed. Are you leaving Brodie?"

My face flushed as my eyes glanced up from the floor. I had known his mom for years and had never been shy around her before, but really I didn't have an answer for her. I wasn't sure where to go. My parents weren't expecting me home. They were vacationing in Europe. Even though I insisted that being 18 and a legal adult I would be fine home alone, they had asked Chad's folks if I could stay with them. We were both glad when they said yes, because it was going to be one of the last times we saw each other. Although we had applied at the same schools, he had been accepted on the east coast, and I was going west. 

"Um, back home, I think."

"Okay, what's going on? You guys have a fight?"

Swallowing hard, my thoughts went back to the kitchen. I kept looking down at the rug, and wondering if we left any clues behind as to what had really happened. 

"No. Not exactly."

Just then, Chad stepped out of the bathroom in his robe. 

"He isn't going anywhere. Come on Brodie," he motioned.

I picked up my bag and followed him into his room. The two of us were never at a loss for words, but as I stood there in the doorway, eternity had seemed to pass before Chad had spoken.

"Close the door dude. Sit."

I put my duffle bag down and sat on his bed. I tried to keep my eyes off of him. Didn't know if he really wanted me to stay, or was just trying to keep his mom from pumping me for information? Awkward was the only way to describe things now. He went to his dresser and pulled out a cigarette and lit up. Holding it out to me, I shook my head declining. Taking a long drag, he blew the smoke toward the ceiling. I couldn't help but notice that drops of water were still beaded on his well developed pecs. Sighing, I leaned back on the bed, trying to think of anything that would stop the reaction seeing him was having on my body. We both were aware that the tension in the room was sexual. I kept thinking, this isn't happening, because I am not gay, and neither is Chad. Is he?

"If you really want to leave . . . "

He didn't finish what he was saying. Keeping my eyes shut, I thought maybe he would think I had fallen asleep. I concentrated on keeping my breaths shallow. I felt the bed give, as he lay beside me. Still I tried not to flinch. If I can just believe hard enough, today never happened, and it will all go back to the way it used to be. Our senior year, we planned our lives around each other. We shared a limo with our prom dates, and we laughed at the same silly jokes. None of it had seemed strange to me until now.

With his finger he traced along my forehead, pushing back the dark-brown hair that was dangling in my face. I know he must have seen my eyes move under the lids, as he did so. I felt his warm breath and smelled the smoke as his lips lightly met mine. Again, I fought the urge to respond.

His soft hand ran up my right arm and down to my broad chest, over my stomach, lifting up my shirt. He stroked up along, flicking my nipple ring, as my breathing quickened. There was no stopping the way I was feeling, my body covered in goose bumps. My cock started to ache it was so hard. But I stayed quiet, until I gasped, as he rubbed my erection over my pants. Pressing firmly, his hand worked slowly over my hardness, stopping only to unbutton my jeans. Peeking, I watched as he pulled my cock out of my boxers, as it stood up fully engorged. Chad kissed the tip, then went to the end of the bed. He pulled my boots off, then my pants and shorts, as I lifted my shirt off over my head. There was no longer any point in feigning that I was asleep, for my body had clearly signaled how I was feeling.

Locking the door, Chad came back to the bed, both naked, lying beside each other, staring up. He reached out feeling for me and I took his hand. Fingers intertwined, not speaking, he rolled over on top of me, his head on my shoulder, our arms to our sides. Just lying there, the weight of his body on mine, I felt his chest heave with each breath. Nuzzling my neck, he started to grind his hips, the feeling electric as our pricks rubbed together. Kissing my lips, I opened my mouth as his tongue probed inside. The more feverishly we kissed, the faster our hips swirled together. Holding his head, blonde hair still wet with water from the shower, my tongue collided with his as my hips thrust off the mattress. His breath was hot on my cheek, and I swear I could feel his heart pounding with the sound of my own echoing in my ears. 

We stayed together, our sweat mingling as our bodies writhed over the sheets. Reaching under his bed, he slopped a big glob of lube on my penis. I lurched at the cold feel, and it became warm as his hand stroked over me. Still on top, he turned over, as I held my cock. He sat down over it, moaning as it slid inside his rosebud. His legs spread, mine between, he supported his weight, his arms back under him on the bed. My hands on his ass, we worked together, sliding him up and down on my prick. Amazing is the only way to describe how I was feeling. I knew he was feeling the same, as he moaned each time on the downward slide, as my meat went up his ass.

Chad was getting tired in this position and so he stopped, just laying back, with me still inside of him. We rolled to the side, and I started to pump him, feeling the walls of his chute undulating over my penis. My hands now working with his, stroking over his six inch slender hardness. Then I left him alone to do the job, my calloused hands massaging over his hips. He trembled at my touch. We were the only two people that ever lived. Now no other thoughts crept into my mind but that of the feeling of our bodies joined in passion. Loving the feel of him tightly squeezing in on my nine inches, each time I worked my hips pushing and pulling my thick shaft in and out of his splendid recesses. My head in the crook of his neck, my tongue playfully licking his ear, I moaned and exhaled each time I pumped. With one final groan, shooting my cum inside of him, his tail milked my dick until limp. It wasn't long before he shot too. Not saying a word the whole time, we spooned, my arm over his chest, my fingers caressing his nipples.

We could finish each others sentence, but now I couldn't find the words to say how I was feeling. I couldn't find the courage to even speak. My head propped up on my arm, I watched as a single tear left his eye and slid down his cheek. Catching it with my finger. I put my finger to my lips, as he turned and looked up into my brown eyes.

"We have two months to figure things out. Together, Chad. I'm not going anywhere."

He ran the palm of his hand over my cheek, and we kissed. Not a kiss of sexual passion, or of friends, but of lovers. The kind of kiss that didn't linger on the lips, but in our hearts.



Together



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You walk into the bedroom, and I am there, waiting. Unclothed and uncovered, but for a blindfold, that instead of hiding my emotions from you, makes them more obvious in the slight vulnerable movements of my lips. I am slightly tense, slightly nervous and very excited.

Approaching the bed, you run a light hand over my head, down my neck and back, and rest your hand gently at the junction of my thighs and ass. My skin is cool to touch. I start and shiver; I hadn't heard you enter and you see my lips part around an intake of breath that you can't quite hear. As if tied, I remain absolutely still for you.

At my neck and shoulders, you begin to massage me. Down my back and arms, strong, relaxing me, not particularly sensual, until you reach my legs. You then lean over and nip me, moderately gently, at the base of my spine. I exhale, part my legs and you know I'm ready.

You pull me up on my knees in front of you, spreading me wide, and push firmly down on by back until I fold my arms under my head. Just the sight of me there for you makes you totally hard, wanting to rip right into me, but you know you can't. Pressing yourself against my asshole, I'm tensing up. You can feel me fighting to relax, to let you in, and you push harder. For a moment, it looks like it's not going to work, then I start opening and suddenly you are in. 

I yelp then cry out more loudly as you move in an inch. You stop, barely in, waiting for me to adjust. It's such a rush that just the head of your cock can do this to me. I'm breathing raggedly, in pain, hardly able to keep myself from pulling away from you it's been so long. You can see the shudders running down my back and reaching forward you can feel the light sweat that's broken out along my shoulders. If you could stop the pain for me, you wouldn't, because it is so beautiful to watch.

You continue forward a quarter inch, half inch, pausing to let me accept it. You are holding my hips, not letting me move against you, but the rest of me is uncontrolled, writhing slowly, groaning and whimpering as the pain slowly becomes pleasure.

Finally, you are all the way in me. Every movement and gasp I make culminates around your cock, and it's glorious, like a warm velvet hand pulling and massaging you from inside me.

Slowly you move. Sometimes deeply, just an inch in and out, sometimes almost all the way out, pausing before pushing all the way in again. You can see that the pain is gone from my body, but my voice is still moaning and sighing. With your hand you lean against my back, forcing me to arch as far as I can, and it makes me even tighter around you, and directs the head of your cock more firmly against my G-spot. 

I'm gasping and begging you to let me touch myself. Eventually you do, and you can feel my insides shudder. You can tell I'm close, so you stop, deep inside me and touch the skin stretched tight around the base of your cock. I am trying to push myself back and forth against you, but you just grip me by one shoulder and one hip, and grind into me even more deeply. I'm begging you to let me come. Suddenly you pull out and slam back into me as hard as you can. You can't hurt me now, and you fuck me brutally. Just as I begin to come, you pull me up into your arms. You work me up and down on your cock as I convulse and cry out, almost sobbing with the ecstasy. As strong as the spasms are in my cunt, they are translated even more strongly in my ass, taking you to the edge. But not yet.

I feel suspended in a void, with only you grounding me. With my head back against your shoulder, you suck and nibble on my neck, as I come down. You hold me still a few moments, and then begin moving inside me. I just about scream and beg you to stop, it's too much, too soon. You won't stop and I struggle but you are too strong for me, and my movements are only turning you on even more. You continue to thrust gently into me, and my pleasure is so intense I can't tell it from pain. 

I'm not struggling any more, and holding me with one arm, you reach down and touch my clit. I scream and jerk like you've touched me with a live electrical cable, and you know you have to come with me like this, totally out of control.

You drop us forward on the bed. Your hand is under me, under you, working my clit, and your other arm is wrapped between my breasts and up to my shoulder, holding me immobile for you. All language and thought is gone from me; I'm just blackness, orgasm, and the feel of you behind me, in me, part of me. As hard as you can you fuck me, and as my orgasm grips us, you begin to come, with me screaming under you. 



Together



And so there I found myself in her bedroom, kneeling between her bare legs as she sat upon her bed, kissing my way up and down her thigh. She ran her fingers through my hair, her breathing peppered with surprised gasps here and there as I licked and nipped at the smooth skin of her inner thigh.

Inches away from my face was her pussy, waxed completely so that her lips shined temptingly with her moisture. I took a deep breath, inhaling her scent, clean and irresistibly sexy. Dipping a finger inside her, she would slide it up and around her swollen clitoris, moaning in pleasure as she did so.

I kissed my way up her thigh, nipping at the sensitive skin just a little before licking it to soothe it. I looked up into her eyes, their emerald green depths now barely visible through her heavy lidded pleasure.

"I want to see you fuck yourself," I whispered. "I want to see you come."

She smiled then, a small, sultry smile. She took her hand out of my hair, teasing my breasts, tweaking the nipples. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked, the hand at her pussy making mad circles around her clitoris.

I closed my eyes, moaning as her hand tweaked my nipple, rolling it in her fingers. I shuddered, so unused to my breasts being as sensitive as they were when she touched them. "Oh god yes I want to fuck you," I managed to say, "but I want to see you come first."

"Then help me," she commanded, grabbing hold of my arm. She placed my hand on her slit which was slippery with her juice. I licked my lips as I moistened my finger at her opening, breathing in the clean scent of her sex. I slipped my middle finger into her, taking care to go slowly at first, afraid I might hurt her. A thrill filled me as I realized she was more than ready to welcome my intrusion, her pussy hot and wet around my finger.

As I slid my finger in and out of her, her eyes slid shut and she let out the sexiest moan imaginable, deep within her throat. Bringing her hand back to herself, she worked at her clitoris with both hands, one spreading her lips apart, the other still rhythmically stroking her wet little nub.

"More," she managed to gasp a few moments later and I willingly obliged by slipping another finger into her, making a come hither that tickled her g-spot. "Mm..." she said, losing herself in ecstasy as she humped eagerly against my hand, growing more excited by the second.

My own pussy was soaking; I could feel it start to drip down my thigh. Unable to help myself, I reached down and fingered my own clit. Oh gods, the sweet relief that flooded over me as I touched myself! I could not help but moan loudly, catching her attention.

"Make us both come, Lily," she said, half a groan and half a purr. Her green eyes, already half lidded with pleasure, burned into me like hot green flame. "Come with me, sweetie," she begged, her hands furiously working at her clit. "Come when you feel me come."

This only spurred me on more and I plunged three of my fingers deep into her pussy. She gasped, not expecting the further intrusion. I nearly stopped, aghast that I'd hurt her but was met by a furious, almost bestial growl as she rammed herself down on my hand.

I'd never seen anything as beautiful as this woman in the throes of ecstasy as she humped herself against my hand. I wanted to take my hand from her pussy, hold her down and grind our bodies together, clit against clit, breast against breast. I wanted to kiss her wet pussy, lap up her honey as she did the same to me.

We had all night, I reminded myself. This was just the beginning. The first orgasm of many, I promised as I pumped my fingers in and out of her. Her rhythm against my hand, once controlled, was growing faster and more frantic by each passing second. Her groans grew louder and more animalistic as she grew even wetter around my fingers, her pussy tightening around my fingers.

I could feel my own heart race as I frantically worked at my own pussy, a slow, steady stream of moisture slipping down my thigh. "Cassie..." I gasped out her name. "Cassie, oh god..." I heard parts of my name lost in her moans. God she was beautiful as she rocked on my hand. "Cassie..." I managed to gasp, feeling myself over the head. "Baby, I'm gonna come... Come for me Cassie... come..."

Her rhythm peaked and suddenly, she stopped and just shuddered. I felt her clench around my fingers, her pussy rhythm and pulsing uncontrollably as she gasped out my name, her body spasming in ecstasy. I too lost myself, feeling my climax wash over me.

Unable to stop myself, I took my hand from her slit and before she could protest, rammed my tongue inside where my hand once was, tasting her, drinking her greedily. She screamed in pleasure and I felt her hands around my head, holding me to her, urging me on though I needed no encouragement. I slipped from her pussy to her clit and back again, pausing to suck on her little nub as she screamed. She might have called my name. She might have cold someone else's. I didn't know, I didn't care. I just wanted to make her come, again and again and drink her sweetness as she came.

I ate her until she came not once but twice more. Only after that did I stop. She laid back and I moved up on the bed to join her. Her eyes closed, she could not help but let out an exhausted giggle as she licked herself off of my face.



Together



With a heavy heart, I lay upon her, sobbing uncontrollably. She cradled my head to her chest, soothing me with her loving hands and her loving heart. In the darkness following the day and the darkness following the funeral, she was the strong one, the one who grieved silently and internally while consoling me as best as she could, not caring that of all people, it was me crying into her chest, that this semi-intimate moment was being shared with her twin brother. 

Angela's battle was short and as pain-free as medical technology could allow. That gave me a little comfort as I stood at her bedside along with her parents and her younger sisters for her final moments. The grief in the small hospital room was very tangible, and was almost a crushing weight upon our shoulders. 

We all lived in the same small suburb. Angela and I attended the college five blocks away from our high school, while my twin sister Kristen was a commuter student to the university in the city. All three of us had been close for most of our lives, and that had brought our two families together as friends as well. No one had been particularly surprised when Angela and I had begun dating in high school, although the few who knew were indeed stunned when they learned that Angela and Kristen had engaged in a woman-on-woman encounter when the three off us took a final camping trip together just before going to our respective college or university. 

When cancer struck, however, it hit Angela fast and hard. It hit us all fairly hard, but outside of her family, it hit me hardest of all, probably because I was the one who had seen her most often, whether in school or on field trips or going to a movie or in a college dorm room. 

Late into the night, after we had shed all our tears, Kristen and I held each other close, something which was not uncommon for us, and traded memories of Angela which were not mentioned at the funeral. Angela's enthusiasm about spending the following year studying in Rome, her deep interest in Formula1, the Minnie Mouse panties she would often wear even when dressed for a formal occasion... 

"Do you remember the first time I saw you two having sex?" my twin sister asked. 

"Um, yeah. I nearly had a heart attack when you walked so boldly into the bedroom." 

Kristen giggled softly, the first sound of happiness I had heard from her in more than a week. "The expression on both your faces was priceless. It was odd though to stand there in the doorway and watch you making love to her the way that I'd long wished a certain someone would do with me." 

I smiled. "You should let him know." 

"I know, but it's... complicated." 

"I see." In the darkness, I hugged her closely. "Whoever it is would be a very lucky guy. Perhaps he's already taken? Is that why you haven't told him how you feel?" 

Kristen hesitated, stiffening a little in my arms. "No. He's no longer taken." 

"Well, give him some time. If he left his girlfriend recently, give him some time." 

We hugged warmly again, and although Kristen definitely was not Angela, the special bond my twin and I had shared for more than two decades certainly helped to further ease my mind and my heart. 

"I should probably head back to campus," I finally said sadly. I knew that I did not belong in my sister's apartment so late at night, and I especially did not belong on her bed in her arms in the dark. 

"It's okay," Kristen affirmed. "In fact, I'd like you to stay tonight, and the entire weekend if you want." 

I was a little surprised. "Are you sure, sis?" 

Her answer was to nod with her forehead brushing mine, just like when we were much younger. 

"Okay," I agreed, "but in the morning, I'm heading back to campus to clean up and get my things to truly spend the weekend." 

"That's fine." I could hear her smile, then I felt it in her chaste kiss to my cheek. 

*****

In the morning, I awoke to an arm draped over my side and a pair of soft breasts pressed into my back. The room was definitely not my dorm room, nor was it Angela's dorm room, nor was it a dorm room at all, for it was larger and definitely much nicer. It was an actual bedroom, with a small vanity and a window with actual curtains just in my view. 

Then I remembered having fallen asleep in my twin sister's bed, keeping a respectable distance between us despite the somewhat cramped confines of the bed. During the night, she had gravitated toward me, holding me close in her sleep. I wondered if she was aware of the position, but from the slow regularity of her breathing, it sounded like she was still sleeping. 

I had slept in only my underwear as usual, while I could feel an actual nightie pressed to my back. I remembered Kristen's comment before we slipped underneath the covers together: 

I hope you don't mind my wearing something so sheer. 

As the first light of day gradually illuminated the bedroom, I remembered that view of my twin sister, of noticing her twin swells and thinking of how I used to suckle one of Angela's breasts as she sighed contentedly and cradled my head to her chest. I sighed, wishing it was Angela pressed to my back. 

...and feeling a stirring within my underwear. 

It was not my longtime girlfriend holding me from behind as she slept, but it was definitely a woman in bed with me. She was more than just a woman: She was a lifelong friend and confidante, and perhaps just as importantly, she was the best link I still had with Angela just because of the many times she and I had shared with Angela. 

I remembered the camping trip. I remembered emerging from the tent to find my girlfriend and my sister both kneeling by the small campfire, holding each other close and kissing slowly. Many guys fantasize about seeing two beautiful young women kissing - and more - and that night, I no longer needed to fantasize, giving them plenty of space and quiet to engage in their Sapphic moment, ultimately joining them only when they both turned to me and gave explicit permission for me to approach. I remembered fondly how I slowly undressed each of them as they continued to caress and kiss, how they ended up fingering each other to shuddering orgasms before Angela used her mouth to bring me to an orgasm of my own while my sister kept fondling her... 

As I lay in my sister's bed, my erection throbbed with the memory. I had known that Kristen had been interested in sharing an all-female intimate moment for quite some time and was not surprised when she later confessed that she would feel most comfortable with Angela, but I had not expected them - especially Kristen - to invite me into their interlude. 

I thought that, perhaps, that memory and the fact that my sister was pressed against me were related. Deep inside, I hoped that was the case, not necessarily because I thought of Kristen in a romantic sense, but because, with Angela's passing, she was the only person to whom I could imagine giving all of me completely. 

My erection throbbed again, as if it sought the feminine body sharing the bed with me. 

I realized that I needed some space and some time to think. Slowly, carefully, graciously (I hope), I slid out of my sister's grasp without awakening her and, after standing in the doorway and watching her sleep like an angel, made my way to the small kitchen to fix breakfast for us both. 

*****

"Where ya headed?" Mike asked as I packed my small duffel bag for the weekend. 

"Staying with my sister, where I was last night," I admitted. "Since we both knew Angela well, it helps to be able to grieve together." That part was definitely true. 

"Oh yeah, you said you and your sister and Angela all grew up together." 

"Yeah." 

The rest of the packing was done in silence until I said goodbye and left the dorm room behind. I purposely took my homework with me, for I knew that I would have a lot of catch-up to do after having missed so many classes due to Angela's death and funeral, but in the back of my mind, I wondered just how much of that homework would actually be finished by Monday morning. 

*****

Kristen opened the door to her apartment, and I instantly noticed the tears drying on her cheeks. In the doorway, we hugged tightly, and only later did I learn that she had opened the newspaper and happened to see Angela's obituary had already been printed. 

The rest of the morning passed in silence as Kristen and I sat at the table, each of us working on overdue homework for our classes. The only sounds were the tapping on our laptop keyboards and occasionally a mug of coffee being set back on the table. 

In time, hunger forced us out of the apartment. We took a stroll down the street to Quiznos, but for once neither of us was really able to enjoy eating at one of our favorite places. We sat there a long time, mostly silent, our general sadness gradually fading just because we were out in public, surrounded by other people. 

Instead of returning to Kristen's apartment, we headed in the opposite direction toward the park. There were a few parents standing or sitting on the benches along the main path, watching their young children having fun on the small playground. The small picnic pavilion was occupied by a small group celebrating a birthday, likely a girl's birthday given the many pastel colors of the decorations. 

Continuing on, my twin sister stopped and sat on a bench well away from the other areas of activity. I sat beside her, and she leaned into me naturally, which prompted me to drape an arm across her shoulders. We remained like that for a while, finally chatting again, talking quietly. No one ventured so far along the trail, although a stray cat did meander by, pausing briefly to look up at us and silently beg us for food. 

"Do you remember the threesome?" Kristen asked softly. 

"Definitely." I had been thinking about it that very morning. 

"I've never told anyone this," she confessed, "but I thought it felt really natural when you undressed me." 

That surprised me. "Really?" 

"Really," my sister affirmed. "I didn't sense any awkwardness from you, and I was definitely too wrapped up in Angela to be shy about having my own brother undressing me." 

"Maybe that was the key," I suggested. "Having Angela there as a focus for us both kept nervousness and awkwardness from settling into the situation." 

"Maybe, although I was definitely a little jealous." 

"Jealous?" The conversation was particularly intriguing, as I had never thought to ask Kristen how she had felt about our threesome experience with Angela. 

"Just a little. I wished that I could take you into my mouth and share you with her. I wished that you'd have us both put our faces together and then cum on us both. But I also knew that that would definitely cross the line, especially there in the open at a public campground." 

"Really?" I was surprised – very pleasantly surprised. 

"Really." 

I gave my sister a gentle squeeze, and she made a soft sound of happiness as she squeezed my thigh in return. We looked into each other's eyes, and the deep fondness we had always shared was still there, but it was accompanied by something more. 

It was accompanied by a twinkle very similar to what I had seen in Angela's eyes before she and I had begun to date. 

*****

The majority of the afternoon was again spent at the table, each of us completing overdue homework. Kristen had always been the more studious twin, so she did not have as much overdue homework due to the fact that she tried to read ahead for all her classes, but after having been out of class for a full week, she was also behind. When she finally finished, she stood and stretched, her breasts straining nicely against her university sweatshirt, and then came to stand behind me and massage my shoulders. 

I leaned back in my chair and allowed my sister to work on my tense muscles. She had always had good massage skills, and I never turned her down whenever she offered a massage. This massage, however, seemed more meaningful, and when I tipped my head back and looked up into her eyes, that same twinkle was clearly evident, mirrored by a smile of fondness which hinted at something more. 

The massage continued, my eyes closed to better enjoy the actions of the pleasant hands. She not only eased away the stress which had accumulated in my shoulders, she also eased away the weight in my heart, and somehow, just somehow, I knew that while she was no longer with us in person, Angela was indeed with us in spirit, and I knew that she approved. 

"What would Angela think," I asked quietly, "if she were to see us right now?" 

"She's watching, I'm sure," Kristen responded, her light touch moving up to my cheeks. "She knew, and I know she approves." 

She knew? I wondered, but before I could ask, I felt my sister's lips against my forehead. 

Slowly, my eyes opened, and as she lifted her head back, Kristen gazed into my eyes, judging me, judging how I would react. "'She knew' what?" I asked, needing a clarification to assure myself that we were singing from the same songbook. 

My twin sister smiled sweetly. "She knew that I felt more than just sibling love for you," she confessed. "Angela also knew that I'd never encroach on her relationship with you, but most importantly, she knew that if something ever did happen to her and a love blossomed between us, that you'd take just as good a care of me as you did with her, and she wanted first and foremost for me to be happy and taken care of." 

My mind was spinning from these revelations. That the two most important people in my life would keep something like this from me was a bit disappointing, but also quite understandable. That they both loved me beyond our longtime friendships and beyond the blood Kristen and I shared was a pleasant surprise. That Angela approved of a potential incestuous relationship between her two closest friends was a great shock indeed, but it also put that threesome experience in a new light, as if it was part of a plan to bring her two best friends together as a suggestion for the future. 

Her lips descended again, but this time, it was not my forehead which received her kiss. 

Her awkward position forced Kristen to stand as I slid the chair back from the table and patted my thigh. Our kiss resumed as my twin sat in my lap, only an occasional soft moan or whimper coming from either of us as, at last, we added a new layer of meaning to our long history together. 

*****

"Too bad I didn't bring the 360 with me," I lamented. "Then we could just turn on the console, select and download a movie, and watch." 

"A trip down the street won't kill us," Kristen chided me playfully just before we entered the video store. 

After spending several hours primarily caressing and kissing, we had eaten a meager dinner and went looking for entertainment for the evening. My mind was still reeling at how much things had changed in less than twenty-four hours, from feeling somewhat ashamed at crying into my twin sister's chest to having spent more than a heartbeat in kissing and touching each other through our clothes. 

We looked around for nearly an hour, but found nothing which truly interested us, so we at least bought two bags of microwave popcorn and returned to the apartment for an old pastime: 

Scrabble. 

After having won two games each, we decided to call a truce - not at all unusual for us. Then, just as I began to put the game away, Kristen placed her hand on mine to stop me. "Wait," she said, a mischievous grin on her lips. "One more game. Loser sleeps naked." 

I raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin of my own spreading across my lips. "Game on!" 

As luck would have it, when the fifth game of the night finally ended, we were tied at two hundred thirty-nine points each. 

"Now what?" I asked. "If you want to do a tiebreaker game, I'll need a pot of coffee first." 

"Well, neither of us lost, but also neither of us won." 

"Right. And that means...?" 

"No idea. What's your opinion on this?" 

"No idea." 

"Come off it! You've always had an opinion about everything. You probably even have an opinion on Mary Ann versus Ginger!" 

"On that one, no. On Coke versus Pepsi, yes: Coke." 

Although Kristen was smiling and shaking her head in disbelief, I could tell that she was not about to let me off the hook that easily. "So what do you think we should do to resolve this situation?" 

I thought for a moment. "Arm wrestling. Loser sleeps naked." 

"No way! You're stronger than me! Try again." 

Another hesitation as I considered the options. "Spitting contest." 

It was her turn to raise an eyebrow. "Odd, but I'm in. And the loser?" 

"Loser sleeps naked." 

"Let's head outside then so we can use the sidewalk in front of the complex to mark where the spit lands. And thank you for not suggesting a pissing contest." 

I lost, by nearly four inches of distance. 

*****

Kristen was already in bed when I came into the bedroom. To my relief, the light was already off and she was facing away from me. 

I suppose I should not have been relieved by the fact that she was not looking at me and would not have seen much of me in the darkness anyhow. She had already seen me fully naked once, when she had walked in on me as I was making love to Angela. She had also seen my full erect size through my open zipper during the threesome as Angela had attempted to swallow me whole. Still, I was relieved nonetheless. 

And when I slipped under the covers and she turned over to reach for me, I was stunned to find that she was naked as well. 

"Surprise!" she whispered before kissing me briefly. 

"Are you sure it's okay for us both to be naked at the same time?" I asked softly. "I mean, I knew Angela was on The Pill, so it was fine with her, but, um..." 

"It's fine," she assured me, "but I definitely appreciate the concern." 

And with that, we held each other close and chatted quietly before finally drifting into slumber together. 

*****

We were once again on a campout, the three of us sitting on the grassy bank of the river watching as a group of young teenagers paddled slowly by in their canoes. I felt proud at how the boys in the group eyed the two beautiful women flanking me, and gave them a moment of jealousy by leaning over and kissing Angela's cheek. 

"Enough, showoff!" my twin sister said softly, the amusement prominent in her voice. Angela giggled and I smiled in response. 

After a few minutes of silence between us, I instead turned to Kristen and kissed her cheek. "Nice," Angela commented, "but if you kiss her better than you kiss me, I'll be jealous!" 

I awoke sometime during the night, that short fragment of a dream still filling my head despite the darkness of the bedroom. I realized that I was hard, my tip dripping onto my stomach, and I knew that there was more to that dream, more than what I was remembering at the moment. 

My twin sister remained asleep beside me, a soft pleasant sound emanating from her throat. I wondered what she was dreaming, what she was seeing and thinking, who was involved. 

Closing my eyes, I tried to go back to sleep, thankful as I felt my erection fading, but just as I felt sleep overtaking me again, I heard it. 

"Are you sure?" 

I knew Kristen sometimes talked in her sleep. That was one of the reasons she had an apartment and did not live in the dorms at her university. Hearing that question, sleep eluded me again as my mind wondered who she was speaking to in her dream. 

"Beside me?" 

Her voice was soft and sweet, with a touch of concern and uncertainty. Given how close my twin and I had both been to Angela, I had a strong feeling that she was "speaking" to our departed comrade, and only hearing my sister's side of the conversation was both mysterious and slightly annoying. 




Together



Dinner was finished, and the kitchen cleaned, though it was a long drawn out process with so many kisses, playful pinches, and teasing each other. She reflected now that something she used to dread so much was now something she loved to do with him by her side. They'd finished up with a long promising kiss, the kind that always took her breath away. They'd cuddled on the couch until she yawned, and he suggested that it was time for bed. 

With her head against his chest, he couldn't see the warm smile that spread across her face. Whether they made love or not, lying beside him, with the warmth of his body next to hers was always beautiful. He'd decided to take a shower before going to bed, since he'd forgone it earlier. She'd gathered his bath things and laid them out. As soon as she heard the water running, she'd set to work. She wanted tonight to be unforgettable. She went through the house and turned off the lights, gathering the candles they kept through out the rooms. Methodicaly placing them around the room and lighting them, then, rearranging them until the room glowed with a golden light. She undressed and slipped into the nightie she'd bought earlier in the day with him in mind. She turned the fan on low, so that the candles would flicker but not go out. She heard the water in the shower go off, and she slipped between the cover of the bed, and waited for her husband. 

She reflected on how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. She loved it that he told her often, showed her continuously, and never let her forget that she was his wife. She vowed everyday to find some way, big or small, to show him how grateful she was for his love, for the patience he'd shown while she struggled to get to the point that she could be his completely. He truly loved her. For the first time in her life she didn't have to wonder if he were completely honest with her. She felt his love, even when they were apart, she could feel his love for her, and she prayed that he could feel her love for him. 

When he walked through the bedroom door, her heart skipped a beat. She was still amazed at the sight of him. He stopped beside the bed to look down at her. Could he tell that she found it difficult to breathe when he was so close to her, with his skin glowing from the shower. Did he not know that he was a picture of perfection in her eyes? He didn't say anything, and neither did she. Words were not needed now. She felt more than saw him get into the bed beside her. He moved his arm across her to pull her into his body. She turned away from him, pressing the length of her back against him, wiggling a little, trying get closer. He draped his arm around her, holding her to him. Warmth spread through her like warm honey. She was content, lying there with him. Though her blood soared through her veins with even the slightest touch from him, she felt at peace, she felt loved.

The warmth of his breath fanned her face as he whispered that he loved her. She opened her mouth to tell him that she loved him too, but could only catch her breath as his thumb began making lazy circles around her nipple. She felt it harden beneath the warm of his hand. She arched her back to fill his hand completely with her breast. She felt him softly kiss her neck. He knew what this did to her. She moved her head lower to give him access to her neck. She was helpless to move when he touched her, kissed her like this. He began to nibble softly where his lips and tongue had been before and she moaned. 

He knew he could take her right then. He knew she was ready to welcome him into her body, to give herself to him completely. But tonight, he wanted to take her on that magical journey that was their love for each other. He wanted to show her how much he loved her. He needed her to feel how much he needed and wanted her in his life every day. He turned her toward him so that he could see her eyes, so that she could see his. What he saw in her eyes set his body ablaze. The love she had for him, mixed with primitive sexual desire shone brightly in her eyes. It took all he had not to open her and drive fiercely into her. She was his woman. No other man would ever know her the way he did, and he felt an overwhelming need to protect her. His mouth covered hers in a hungry kiss that she returned with equal need. He felt her hands caress his face, and he moved over, wedging her knees apart to kneel between them. He gazed down on her, sliding his hands over her breasts, down her stomach to he place where he could feel the heat of her body the most.



He leaned over her, gently kissing her, his tongue dancing with hers in an age old rythm. He felt her body tremble beneath him as he made his way from her lips, down her neck, to the nipple of one breast. He slid the thin straps of her gown down her arms.exposing her breasts to him, giving his mouth access to her. Gently he flicked his tongue across first one nipple then the other. He watched as they tightened even more from his touch. He felt her reach up to pull his head back to her breast. He knew she ached for the warmth of his mouth on her, and it thrilled him. 

She thought she would surely die if he didn't take her soon. Every nerve in her body felt as if it were on fire. When she felt the heat of his mouth leave her breast, she ached to have it back there. Unable to resist she pulled him back to her. His mouth opened over her nipple and she cried out at the amazing sensations that ran through her as he pulled her deeper into his mouth and tugged gently. When he released her she sighed, only to gasp as he took the other nipple into his mouth and gave it the same attention. She couldn't be still. Raising her hips she felt the hard heat of him pressing into her. God, how she ached for him to fill her, to bury himself within her. She moaned softly, whispering breathlessly, begging him to take her. 

He knew she was on the edge, knew that she was aching. He felt her need, and for a moment thought of giving in, of taking her right then. But he wanted to prolong her pleasure. He needed to make her know how much he loved her. "Soon baby, soon, I promise" was all he said to her. Slowly he began kissing his way down her body. He could feel the heat of her against his skin as he made his way lower. Her hands were caressing his shoulders, the sides of his face, his head, as he made the journey sweet torture for her. She opened to him when he reached the place that he knew ached most. She was so hot, so wet, he knew that she was ready. He intended to bring her to that mystical place with his lips and tongue before giving in to his need.

She knew what he was going to do, and she lost all sense of control over her body. She loved him, and even more than that, she trusted him, and she gave him her whole being. When she felt the warmth of his breath on her thighs, she opened to him, giving over the last shred of control that she had. 

The moment his tongue touched her, she cried out. Sure that she couldn't take much more, he gave her everything, overloading her senses with his touch. She felt his tongue dart into her, as if he were teasing her, tasting her wetness, then sliding his tongue up and over her mound as if he were caressing her. Over and over, he alternated between the two. She could feel it building inside her, no longer in control of what was happening to her, she reached down and pulled him even closer. He pulled her into his mouth and teased her over the edge. She arched her back, calling his name as she became lost in the whirlpool of feelings he'd created in her. She was so lost. As if she were floating, drifting, the pleasure he gave her was unbelievable. He kept her locked in his mouth until she trembled. Slowly she drifted back, her body no longer hers, but his. 

Gently he rose over her. When she looked up at him, he could see passion glazing her eyes. It made him marvel at how completely she had given herself over to him. He leaned down to kiss her. He knew she could taste herself on his lips, and it sent a shiver through him. He kissed her deeply. He wanted to take her there once more before he let himself go. He whispered in her ear how much he loved her, and he told her of how beautiful she was to him. He marveled at the way she caressed him as he hovered over her. His mouth covered hers once again, and he slowly slid himself into her. She was so hot, so wet, so soft against him. Slowly, agonizingly, he slid himself into completely. Filling her. Holding himself there, feeling them throbbing together. One heartbeat, one body, one mind and one soul. Gently he eased back out of her, only to begin to fill her again. Over and over, slowly he would fill her then ease back out of her until he had her whimpering, begging him. He knew neither of them could take much more. He was aching with a need to fill her full of his cum, to give her all of him. 

Slowly he eased back once more, held himself there, opened her more completely, and slammed his body into hers. The age old rhythm of lovers coming together consumed them. Neither could think nor speak, only feel. Together they both raced toward heaven. Over and over she felt him plunge into her. She met every thrust of his body, eager to feel that incredible feeling when he let himself fill her with his liquid heat. She could hear him, hear his breath quickening, feel him swell in side her, and the thrill of knowing he was at that same place he had brought her already, sent her spiraling out of control. 

The heat of him filled her. They cried out together, declaring their love for each other with each movement of their bodies, and when he had given her the very last drop of his love, he rolled off of her, pulled her into his arms, held her and kissed away her tears. He smiled, not because of the tears, but because he knew that they were tears of love and beauty and wholeness. He knew that she was his, and that he was hers.  Together they would grow old, and through the years they would laugh and love and hurt and heal together. He smiled, that was the one thing they would always be. Together.



Together



Rolling over, feeling your warmth beside me, I wake up and watch you sleep. Smiling to myself, I marvel at the moments that we've shared, the times still to come. I watch you breathe, see your peaceful face, and reach out a hand to softly trace your brow. I'm breathless as a streak of moonlight highlights your face. You're so perfect to me. Gazing at you makes my heart race, and soon I begin to tingle, thinking about the way you feel inside me. I lean in to press a soft kiss against your lips, hoping not to wake you, but not disappointed that I do. You smile at me as your eyes try to focus. "Shhh," I say, "I didn't mean to wake you." 

A grin tells me that you don't mind, and I lean in for another kiss. Feeling your warm hands sliding over my back as you hold me, my desire for you mounts, and I unconsciously start grinding my hips. Even half asleep, you don't miss your cue, for soon your cock begins to stir. Feeling your heat and hardness against my belly as we kiss, I'm overwhelmed by the need to feel you.

"I want you now," I whisper.

Your slow, sexy smile is all the answer I need, and in a moment I'm perched on top of you, sliding my wet pussy up and down the underside of your shaft, teasing us both. Your eyes cloud with desire, your face showing your need. Reaching down, I take your pulsing cock in my hand and stroke my hot opening with the head. Finally, when I can take it no longer, I slam my heat down on you, impaling myself on your rigid cock. Gasping through clenched teeth, I feel you buck up against me, piercing me deeper. You thrust up harder, digging your fingers into the flesh of my hips to pull me down on you. 

Your breathing becomes laboured, and I can see in your face how good it feels. As I tighten my muscles around your shaft, your breath catches in your throat and your eyes close, and I know that I'm pleasing you. Gripping your cock hard, I use my hip and pelvic muscles to work you in and out of me. I take your hands and lace our fingers together as I ride you, never taking my eyes off yours. The pleasure sears through me, and I fight an orgasm, wanting to stay in control. You feel my soft shudders though, and begin to thrust up again. Biting my lip in anticipation, I feel the climax rise.

"Harder," I breathe, "fuck me harder." 

Only too happy to pleasure me, you buck furiously under me, thrusting your cock deeper into my wetness, rolling your hips to stroke every part of me. My breath ragged, I close my eyes as I feel myself lose control. I scream, my orgasm ripping through me. Your fingers tighten on mine, and you thrust into me mercilessly, extending my pleasure. My pussy has soaked you, and I'm trembling as you roll us over and embrace me lovingly, your cock still buried inside me. Kissing me tenderly, you begin to slowly rock against me, letting me find our rhythm again. I lift my knees to take you deeper, and within seconds I'm writhing under you in perfect harmony. Your pace quickens, and my pussy grips your shaft rhythmically, knowing you're getting close. 

"Come for me baby," I cry as you plunge your stiff rod inside me.

A spasm crosses your face and you stiffen, holding yourself deep inside me as you explode. Hot bursts of your love fill me, and your cock twitches inside me as you collapse on my chest. We catch our breath together as you lean on your elbow, caressing my cheek. I reach up and stroke your forehead, and smile. Kissing you gently, I savour this moment, wanting you inside me always. You sense this, and roll us over again, your cock still buried in me. Snuggling against you, my face warm against your chest, I smile as I feel your arms wrap around me. Satisfied, and safe, I fall into a deep, contented sleep, your heart beating slowly against mine.



Together



Yes, you are standing in front of me and you raise your hands to stroke my cheeks so softly. As you look lovingly up into my eyes I bend down to brush my lips across yours as lightly as the kiss if a lady bug on your skin; you can scarce feel it.

My hands run slowly down your sides until they reach the hem of your loose fitting top and I start to lift it over your head as you raise your hands for me. It catches slightly as it passes over the lacey bra you are wearing and then is on the floor at our feet. I guide your arms around my neck and pull you up just enough until our lips meet; once connected our tongues enjoin in one another's mouths as we taste and feel each other so close.

I can feel the hardening of you nipples through the almost sheer cups of your bra and I reach behind you to release the snap behind you. You step back as I draw the straps over your shoulders and down your arms until I can drop the bra to the floor with your shirt. Gazing in awe at the wondrous breasts swaying from side to side, I capture one in each hand and lean in to run my tongue through the valley between these glorious peaks. I lavish loving kisses and tongue washes across every inch of surface of both until my lips meet the nipples that are the crowning glory. I spend many minutes worshipping each one as you entwine your hands in my hair to pull my mouth closer.

You push me away long enough to rip my shirt open - buttons flying everywhere - and yanking it off my arms, you tackle my smooth chest until you reach my own nipples. Knowing their sensitivity, you lip lock upon them and draw them to their fully-engorged state as I moan with delight. Meanwhile, I reach between us and unfasten the dome at your waist and unzip your lounging slacks. Since they are nice and loose, they slide down your slim toned legs of their own volition. 

You follow suit with my slacks - only you have a belt to untangle, a clip and a zipper; this gives me more than enough time to slip my hand down the front of your lace panties and to slide my finger along the moistness of your aroused pussy. God, my darling! You generate such an amazing heat - your cum soaked crouch feels like it has been covered with molten lava!

But wait a minute! You have freed my rock hard cock from my now missing pants - I must have stepped free of them and my briefs - and your soft little hand is slowly stroking me to a seemingly ever long and harder state. How can this be possible? You have urged so much precum from me that your hand glides effortlessly from base to tip!

Taking my only opportunity and using the slickness of my cock to escape your hand, I drop to my knees before you and peel your tiny panties over your flared hips and down those slim legs and off your feet. They stuck just a bit as I pulled them away from your wet pussy but I persevered. I move you legs apart and reach up with my mouth to capture as much of your flowing juices from your thighs and open pussy as I can.

Being selfish, I want the best angle whereat I can attack your delicious cunt and I stand and, gripping your slim waist firmly, I lift you to the edge of the kitchen table behind you. I slide the papers off and push you back until your feet can be placed flat at the edge of the table. You support yourself on your elbows to watch as I pull a chair over to the table, spread your knees wide, and dive in to enjoy the feast you are presenting me.

I start at the outer labia, sucking and tugging on each side until I can see and feel them becoming puffy and enlarged. You lift your hips and try to lunge towards me so I will take your pussy right away but I want to draw this out as long as possible. If I have my way, we will have hours of foreplay (as well as after play) with the lovemaking sex caught between. I lap with the flat of my tongue as I circle your slit and then run down across your perineum to circle to pink pucker of your rosebud sphincter. As my tongue crossed this point you groan softly since you love the sensations there.

Just every so slightly I force the pointed tip of my tongue against the tightness of your ring and you push against me as I slip just inside. With only a couple of strokes of my tongue, you are crying out for more; but I need to pursue other tastier targets. Once again, I circle your butt hole and nip lightly on each cheek of your firm ass before venturing towards your pussy once more. As my tongue reaches the bottom of your slit, I insert my forefinger to the first knuckle only into your steaming pussy. Your muscles immediately grip it and try to suck it in further.

I slide the rest of that finger and two more into a wide-open welcoming pussy and lift my lips until they find your prominently displayed clit. As I suck it in and out of my mouth, I curl my fingers upwards inside you until I hit your g-spot - that rough little pad of skin that drives you over the edge every time with both an orgasm and the feel that you have to pee! The combination of my lips on your clit and the g-spot massage sends your hips thrashing about the table. I quickly place my free hand on your flat tummy to hold you still as you beg for me to stop!

Relentlessly, I continue to torture you as you fill my mouth with one gush of cum after another. It is as if you were feeding me ambrosia for the gods and I eagerly lapped up every drop! It seems like an eternity before your thighs close tightly on the sides of my head as your body releases yet again another torrent of cum and you fall silent.

Anxious, I look up and see that you have fallen back onto the table; your eyes are glazed over and your breathing is shallow. I quickly place your feet onto the table and roll you to the side. I run over to the sink and dampen a washcloth, which I use to wipe your fevered brow until your eyes come back into focus. I apologize profusely for doing you any harm but your arms wrap around me and you whisper into my ear, "Thank you my love! That was absolutely the best I have ever had. Only one thing would be better; could you please fuck me with that beautiful cock right now?"

I smiled and kissed you, telling you I loved you. Moving once again between your legs and lifting them gently until your feet rested on my shoulders, I pressed the tip of my lonely cock slowly into the warmth of that silken pussy of yours. As each inch slid inside you, we both sighed with contentment knowing that at last we were melded as one. With slow loving strokes, I moved from beginning to end inside you and with each movement, your pussy muscles squeezed in return. 

This time was to be a gentle final orgasm for both of us; after the foreplay, I did not want to cause you any pain or discomfort. Rather, it was my intention to bring us as close to a simultaneous and strong orgasm as possible and it was only a matter of minutes before your hips started to meet each of my thrusts as you felt me swell inside of you. In one final cry together, your cum bathed my cock as mine filled your pussy to overflowing.

As I fell forward over your body, your legs encircled my waist. After a few moments while we kissed and embraced somewhat awkwardly, I lifted you to a sitting position on the edge of the table and, still buried inside you and you arms around my neck and legs tightly around my waist, I walked us into our bedroom where we collapsed onto our bed. I pulled a sheet up over us as I slipped out from the warmth of your pussy and, with a kiss and exchanged "I love you so much"; we fell into a dreamless sleep.



Together after 10 Years



Just a bit of background first.

I've known this guy for 10 years. I'll call him Tom, "not his real name." We were introduced on his first day at the office. The personnel department was shorthanded and I was asked to show him his work area and also around the various departments that he would be involved with. This is nothing out of the ordinary, I do it quite frequently. My very best girlfriend is the manager in Personnel and she likes sending the nice looking guys my way. Hehe just joking...

After that first day he would drift by my work area a couple times a week to say hello and talk for a moment. Then I found out he was a Cleveland fan, Browns, Indians and Cavs. BIG YUCKS. So I informed him I was a Pittsburgh fan and after that we would talk sports and have small friendly bets on the various baseball, football and basketball games. Just a coffee for a while, then later we upped it to a coffee and donut. Then, I started making either a pie or cupcakes and bringing two pieces in, he'd buy coffee and we'd eat break together. 

After a while he started visiting every day. He was never rude or crude or suggestive in any way, never a dirty joke or any off color remarks... he was a perfect gentleman... except for stealing a glimpse of my legs or down my top, which I somewhat expect and privately welcome.

So now you're up to speed on Tom. Now, along comes the Friday of our Christmas party in 2012. At one time our company had one large Christmas party at an off-site that could handle the employee's w/ spouses. Now, we've grown so big that it's employee only and is held in the office complex. The food is catered in but everyone still brings dishes of their own to share. 

Tom was there and like I expected, we spent most the time visiting together and talking about the Steelers and Browns. I mentioned to him that I wasn't staying long and needed to drop off some items at the woman's shelter. He said he'd ride along with me if I didn't mind as the shelter is not in a very nice neighborhood. I accepted the offer as this area does scare me. 

We spent about an hour or so at the party and I told him "Tom, I think I'm going to head down to the shelter and drop the items off, and please, there's no need for you to go with me."

"Dee, I said before that I didn't mind going with you. Besides, I'm ready to get some fresh air." 

I have to admit that during the evening I showed him some leg and little peeks down my blouse a few different times and I may have flirted a bit (a lot) with him at the party and on the way down to the shelter. I really don't know why I get this way...I just do.

I dropped off the items at the shelter and on the way back to the parking garage to drop him off at his car he asked me "What do you have planned for the rest of the evening?"

"Well, I'm definitely not going back to the party...maybe I'll head over to The Warner Hotel and Lounge for a drink and listen to the band that's playing in the lounge. I told you earlier that Dan is gone for the weekend again with his buddies at that hunting camp. So why go home and sit alone?"

"Would you mind if I tagged along?" he asked.

"Tom, I think that would be fun but let's take both cars so we don't have to come back down here."

(Just as a side note, I stop at this lounge every Friday night that Dan is gone. The entire bar staff and waitresses know me and know when I'm with some guy and he buys me a drink, no matter what it is, it's always non-alcoholic. The guy never suspects and I stay sober with my wits about me. Otherwise I get drunk and loose...very loose.)

We sat down to order our drinks and I said to Tom "I have to use the ladies room, would you mind ordering me a Gin and Tonic please? Light on the Gin, though, I've already had a couple drinks at the party and don't need a DUI tonight." 

"Sure, no problem at all and I think I'm just going to have a 7-UP." he said to me. But, thinking to himself, "I don't want too much alcohol affecting my boner in the event I get lucky with Dee tonight. She's a real prick tease for sure." 

It was early so we were able to grab a booth and chat for a while, then he asked me to dance. There was a piano playing at this point in the evening; the jazz group hadn't started yet. It was a slow dance and we held each other in a conventional manner. He asked me for the next slow dance and I just put my arms around his neck. He had no choice but to put his arms around my back, my lower back. I could feel his pelvic area against me and it didn't feel as if I was having any effect on him yet. 

I thought I should turn the heat up a bit so this time when we sat after the dance at our booth I tucked my legs to the side of me on the seat and allowed my skirt to hike up a little bit more...he looked. He kept glancing down at my legs when he didn't think I'd notice. However, I did notice and I liked it.

We chatted about nothing of any significance. Actually I did most of the talking. Occasionally he would say something funny and I would lean into him with one hand on his shoulder and the other on his leg and I'd giggle. I started noticing a marked change in his behavior. He began controlling the conversation and topics and making more of an attempt at getting me to laugh. I adjusted his tie one time; his glasses another time and started leaving my hand on his shoulder or arm. 

He finally asked me to dance again. This time he took the lead by putting his arms around my waist. I, in turn, reached around his neck. Because he was up against me I was feeling obvious signs of his arousal against me. I moved my fingers in small slow circles on the back of his neck as we were talking. We turned our faces toward one another at one point, he paused with that I'm going to kiss you look that guys always seem to get, and he kissed me. We held it for just a moment and I broke it off. I playfully pinched his cheek and said "Tom, you're being a bad boy. You know we can't do that...we're both married. Neither of us can afford taking a chance like that." I could see he was embarrassed. 

When a guy gets turned down and subsequently embarrassed, and if I'm interested in him, I will always talk it through. I was interested in him so I immediately continued. 

"Tom I really like you but if anyone saw us kissing they wouldn't understand that we're just friends. What if they told everyone at work or worse yet told our spouses that we were seen kissing? Eventually, even from the people at work, it would get back to the spouse. What would happen? I know my husband wouldn't be happy and I'm certain your wife wouldn't be happy either." 

I continued "I really liked our kiss, it was a very nice one, but we just can't. Wouldn't something like that affect our friendship? Besides, if it ever went further, you would probably go to work and brag to your buddies about it. Ya know the male locker room talk, the way you guys brag about your conquests. Neither of us can afford to have our spouses find that kind of stuff out." 

I think he felt a little better after my talk. At least he knew I wasn't angry and I had said I liked his kiss.

As the evening progressed we eventually got to listen to the jazz band and had a nice finish to our evening. We left the lounge and walked back to our parked cars.

"Dee, could we sit in my car for a moment, I really want to apologize for kissing you and a few things I'd like to talk to you about?"

"There's no need for an apology, but sure, I have all night, in fact I have all weekend." Again I giggled a bit seductively. With that we got in his car. He got my door and I rewarded him with a great view of my legs. 

"Dee, I really need to apologize for kissing you. I guess I got carried away. But, did you really mean it when you said that you liked my kiss." 

"I most certainly did" I said with a smile.

"Dee, what do you think if we limit it to "only kissing occasionally"? Also, I think you know me better than to think I'd ever tell anyone or be a braggart about anything we did in private. You know I'm not like that at all," he said seriously. "I'd also like to point out that no one anywhere can see us now," he added with a laugh. 

"Tom, do you think doing this will change our relationship for the better or for the worse?"

"Honestly? I think it will make our friendship stronger." (A typical guy answer!!)

I told him very seriously "We can try it... but the kiss has to be a friendly one...no tongue in each other's mouth. Do you understand?" 

He laughed and said okay. He touched my cheek and leaned over to me and we kissed. It was so soft and tender. He touched my cheek and neck as we were kissing. I reached over to him and touched his cheek. It was all very sweet.

I was waiting for him to slip his tongue across so I could break the kiss and tell him he was being bad again. Well, he didn't let me down. He didn't slip it in my mouth like I thought he would. He just touched my lips with the tip of his tongue. I softly moaned and allowed it another moment and pulled away. 

"Ohhh Tom, that was very nice but you're being naughty again." 

"Dee, I kept my tongue out of your mouth."

I couldn't help but to laugh at him.

"Tom, you're being very tricky and I think I'll need to keep a close eye on you," I said with a seductive giggle. 

"How about another kiss?" he asked. 

"I need to get home." and reminded him "you had better not brag this up because if you do it will eventually spell trouble for us both."

When I got home I received a text from him asking if he could call me on my cell. I responded back with a yes. 

Moments later he called and asked me, "What are your plans tomorrow?" 

"I don't have anything planned at all."

"Would you like to spend some time down at Presque Isle? Maybe take a walk on a couple trails?"

I responded "I'd love to. How does 10:00am sound? "

We met there on Saturday morning and walked a short distance on the all-purpose trail. We had been talking about nothing much and after taking a smaller less traveled trail he brought up the previous night's kiss. We talked quite a bit about it and our feelings and he stopped, held my arms and kissed me again. This kiss had more energy and passion in it. Again I was waiting for the tongue and he didn't disappoint. I let it in this time and gave him mine. The kiss felt so nice, not overpowering but full of passion. 

His hand slid down from my cheek, then my neck and inside my jacket to the outside of my top and over my breast. He was being gentle as he kneaded my breast and rolled my nipple. I kissed him harder as I was responding to his touch. I slid my hand down to the outside and front of his pants and worked his penis through his jeans. He began to kiss me with even more passion.

He broke the kiss and said, "Dee, perhaps we can go somewhere a bit more private?"

"I think I'd like that." 

"There are a few small motels just outside the park a mile or so." he said with the eagerness of a very horny guy.

We made our way back to our parked cars and I followed him to the nearest "Ma and Pa" motel. There are a number of these small privately owned hotels nearby...they're clean, well-kept and inexpensive. They were just perfect for our needs. 

He checked in, came back out and we entered the room together. 

"Tom, I hope you have a condom."

"Yes I do."

I acted surprised and said "Do you always carry condoms?"

"Ahh, not actually, I was just hoping you and I would end up being together."

"Did you ASSUME we were?" I asked seriously.

"Jan, I never assume or take anything for granted. But I did hope like hell we would," he said with a smile.

"Okay," I told him sweetly.

I walked over to him and said "you had better be respectful of me because I don't normally do things like this." ( A big lie.)

We embraced and kissed deeply. He softly touched my face moving his hand down to my breast. He was so gentle with his caresses. Again, I rubbed him through his pants. 

"Tom, let me undress you."

I removed his shirt and tee shirt and knelt in front of him. Then I unbuckled his belt, undid the top button then unzipped him slowly. Then I pulled his pants down and he stepped out of them. I looked up at him, smiled and ran my tongue up and down the length of his penis through his boxers and mock chewed on his cock. I slid my hand up and underneath boxers and softly flicked and tickled his ball sac with my long fingernails. 

I tugged his boxers down, he stepped out of them and I ran my fingernails up and down the length of his shaft and with the other hand tickled the soft underneath of his sack. I milked him out to check for any problems and gave his genital area a quick visual for any other kind of problems. (I always do this when I'm with a guy the first time. He doesn't have a clue as to what I'm doing. He just thinks he's getting played with.) I looked up at him again, smiled and took his cock head into my mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned and nearly lost his balance.

I giggled and said "You need to sit on the bed and let me undress for you."

I stepped back and removed my top and unhooked my front hook bra, opening it slowly for him. 

"Oh Dee, your breasts are gorgeous. Come here and let me touch them."

"Not yet Big Boy, you'll have plenty of time to do all of the touching you want. Right now you only get to look."

I placed my hands, palm up, and lifted each breast and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples and moaned slightly. 

I pushed them together and asked him "Do you really like them?"

"They're beautiful," he said.

"But they're tiny."

"Dee, they are beautiful."

I smiled and undid the snap of my jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down and turned slightly sideways and shimmied them down and over my butt. I stepped out of them and next slipped my panties down, slowly over my butt and to the floor and stepped out of them also. 

I walked over to the edge of the bed and he drew me to him and kissed my tummy and his hands moved to my butt cheeks and he softly caressed them. He lifted up slightly and kissed the bottom globe of my breast. He rose a bit higher and suckled my nipple. 

"Dee, you have the loveliest breasts, they're perfect in every way."

He stood up and kissed my lips softly again, bent over, picked me up and turned and laid me on the bed. He just stared at me for a few seconds and knelt beside me, leaning over and kissing my lips.

His hands softly caressed my breasts as his kiss intensified. His left hand slid down my tummy and found my pussy. 

He softly diddled my clit. "Ohhh, Tom...that feels so good. I think I need you in me right now."

"Dee, I'm not done kissing you yet. I want to kiss every part of you first."

"You can kiss me later; I need you in me NOW."

"Dee, I want to kiss your breasts some more and lick your pussy."

"If you don't fuck me right now you're taking the risk of my moment passing and then you'll lose out altogether. Now stop talking, put the condom on and fuck me, please."

He positioned himself between my opened thighs and kissed me. 

"Tom, get that condom on...NOW."

He continued kissing me and had his cock head pressed directly against my slit. Just enough pressure that he was so close to pushing into me. It felt so good. I was at the point that it didn't matter if he suited up or not. 

"Tom, please put the condom on."

He applied more pressure. His cock head was now in me an inch.

"Damn you to hell Tom."

He started to pull out ever so slightly. I wrapped my legs around behind him so he couldn't pull his cock out.

"You bastard, just fuck me now before I lose my moment!! And you had better not cum in me. Now FUCK ME."

He didn't disappoint me. He slowly buried his cock the entire way inside me and I said, "Now just grind against me. Don't pump in and out. Yessss, ohh that's perfect, just grind, ohhh Tom, yes, yes ohhhh baby I'm cumming. OHHHH. Oh my gawd, that was good."

"Did you really feel good, no exaggeration?"

"Tom" I said after a deep sigh, "it felt sooo good. I'd never fake something like that. You did a first class job. Matt hasn't made me feel like that in a long time." (That was a lie, but all guys seem to like to hear that they do a better job than the husband.)

"Tom, can you do me again before you cum?"

He didn't even answer me. He just slowly started the grinding motion and brought me to another fantastic orgasm.

"Oh honey, you did it perfect for me again. How are you holding up? Can you hold off? I think I can cum again."

Once again, no response from him, just the grinding into my pussy.

I didn't notice his grinding pace quickening, or his breathing and moans increasing. I was too much into my own thing to even care.

I was just beginning my climb to the peak and he started to pull out. I wrapped my legs around his ass so hard a car couldn't have pulled his cock out of me. 

He said rather loudly, "Dee, I'm cumming. I can't hold it."

"NO...I'm almost there...ohhh don't pull out. I'm there honey I'm there OOHHHH."

He buried himself deep inside me again and I felt a wave of incredible sensation pass inside me. I could feel his pulse; each pulse was a load of his cum filling up my inside. Soon it was over, his pulses and my orgasm.

"TOM, did you cum in me?"

"Jesus Dee, I tried to pull out. You had me in a death grip with your legs wrapped around me. I don't have a shut-off on my thing to be able to just shut it off. I tried as hard as I could to stop." 

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I had the mother of all orgasms building and couldn't let you go. It's my entire fault. Roll off of me because your "stuff" is leaking out. Geez Tom, how much did you cum?"

"You had me all backed up Dee."

I jumped out of bed and told him, "just lie on your back and don't touch a thing, I'll clean you up. But first I need to first get myself cleaned up." 

I ran to the bathroom, sat on the toilet and let the load of cum drain from my honeypot. I dabbed myself with some tissue and ran the warm water. I soaked a two wash clothes using one to clean the inside of my thighs. I took the other warm damp washcloth and went back to Tom...he was sleeping, typical man. I put the warm damp cloth on his cock and cleaned his area up. He groaned once and opened his eyes. 

"Ohh Dee, that feels so good."

"Well, tell me if this feels any better," and I leaned over and suckled his penis. I massaged his ball sack and milked his penis cord from the bottom of the tube all the way up to his cock head. I got what I wanted...a small amount of his cum to taste. It was delicious. 

"Jesus, that feels good. My wife has never made me feel as good as you have today."

"Tom, we have the room until tomorrow. We could come back in the morning for another round. That is if you want to and feel UP to it."

We got a shower together using our soapy hands to cleanse one another's bodies. We did meet again the next morning and have been getting together on Saturday and Sundays when our schedules permit. I see him at work every day and when we can I give him a BJ at noon or after work to help him make it until the weekend.

I so hope you enjoyed my story. 

Love Dee XXOO



Together After Five Years



It had been five years since we first met. Your image from that first meeting is burned in my mind. You were striking. Soft flowing hair sweeping over your shoulders framing that angelic face and smoldering eyes. Your blouse clung to your massive breasts and your skirt fit perfectly over your shapely hips and ass, stopping just below the knee. Never reveling while completely detailing your voluptuous body. There was instant chemistry. The slightest hint of constant sexual tension combined with the actual enjoyment of each other's company. We have worked so well together these past five years.

There have been shared looks and unspoken thoughts on the many occasions we have found ourselves alone. We both know that we could never act on our attraction. Our spouses have met each other, and they both have tried to get the four of us to become friends. We limit our meetings as a group to only rare occasions. We know that spending more time together would be too dangerous, too much temptation.

There have been many times when one of us wanted so badly to make the first move. I remember that time we were out as a group and found ourselves alone on a couch at some nightclub. I wanted so bad to lean over and kiss you, rub my hands up your leg and explore every part of you. I don't know what stopped me, and I could see in your eyes you couldn't believe you were controlling yourself as well. We sat on that couch for what seemed like ages just looking at one another. We didn't have to say anything. We knew what we wanted, but thought was it never possible.

I was glad to see you at that happy hour last Friday, it's not something you normally do. When you explained that your husband was out of town to someone sitting near me, I almost jumped up and grabbed you. I wanted so much to tell you that my wife was also out of town, and see what your reaction was. I wanted to know if you would see this as the opportunity we always wanted. An hour passed before I was able to tell you without being obvious or drawing suspicion from our co-workers. I'll never forget the look on your face. Shock, desire, and panic best describes it. We didn't say anything else to each other until everyone was ready to leave. I walked over to you and whispered to you to follow me home. As I walked out, without turning around I knew you were right behind me. I could feel you looking through me. Five years of desire was finally about to become reality.

I kept looking in my rear view mirror on the drive home, each time hoping that you were still behind me. I knew if either of us thought about what we were about to do we would back out. As I waited for the garage door to open I saw you waiting behind me, and knew this was actually going to happen. When you stopped your car beside mine and our eyes met I thought you were going to rip my clothes off with your stare. My heart was racing as we met by the door into my house. When our lips met for that first time I feeling ran through me that was completely indescribable. It was amazing.

We didn't make it ten feet past the entrance. You pushed me down in the hall way and straddled me, then paused for a moment. By the look on your face I could tell you were just enjoying my expression. The time for second guessing our act had long since passed. You kissed me and my hands found their way to your breasts. They were perfect. This was perfect. You quickly broke the kiss, stood and reached under your skirt to remove your panties. Then in one motion unfastened my belt and slid my pants down. My cock sprang up, I had been hard since we met at the door. You stared into my eyes as you bent down and guided my cock into you. It was wonderful, so wet and warm and smooth, perfect. You sat motionless for a minute once you had me all the way inside of you. My hands found your breasts again and rubbed your hard nipples through the light material of your blouse. I could feel you contracting my cock as you sat there, milking me like that without moving made me want you even more. Finally you began to slide up and down, quickly picking up the pace until you were bouncing off of my legs. You were in total control. Grinding hard and moving fast, all the while still staring deeply into my eyes. It was the most erotic time of my life.

The expression on your face was clear. You were close, so very close. You let out the slightest moan as you ground yourself into me. Faster, faster, you bobbed up and down. Our bodies crashing together sending incredible sounds throughout my house. I wanted you so much, wanted to cum inside of you. Your breath quickened and for the first time closed your eyes. You stopped bouncing and ground into me, circling your hips with my cock inside of you. "Ooooh, Oooooooh, Ooooooooh, Oooh, Oooh, Oooh, FUCK YES, FUCK ME, FUCK ME!!" you screamed as the first wave of your orgasm hit. I could hold out no longer and began to cum with you. It was the most explosive sensation I have ever felt, it was like every nerve in my body was alive.

You collapsed on top of me, and we stayed in that position without talking or moving for at least ten minutes. Just enjoying each other. I wanted that feeling to last forever. "Better than I ever imagined," was your comment to break the silence. I could not have agreed more. I couldn't wait for our next time together, which I thought would be later that evening. You had a different idea though. "I don't want this to become an affair," you said while rising from me. "I want the next time this happens to be just as explosive, so we are just going to have to wait and control ourselves." My mind understood and agreed, but other parts of me were extremely disappointed. "I can't wait until next time," I said as you walked toward the door. "Hopefully it will be sooner than five years." You turned and laughed, then headed home.

To be continued... Maybe



Together Again



The day had been pretty good so far. He had met her at the airport earlier in the day and brought her back to his place by the lake. His place overlooked a walkway that ran next to the water. The view was breath taking in the evenings drawing couples from around the area to enjoy the view and the cool breeze that came off the lake.

They were going to a nice restaurant for dinner. He had on a sports coat with a nice collared shirt and slacks while she wore a very nice evening dress with heels to make her legs look even better. He had been having trouble keeping his eyes off of her legs all day and now they looked amazing. She somehow knew how to get his blood to boil and she hadn't been around him for years. He walked her to the car and opened the door for her. He could smell her perfume as she moved past him to get into the car. He loved the way that her Perry Ellis 360 smelled on her skin, and couldn't wait for an opportunity to get closer.

In the car on the way to the restaurant they talked of their lives and what had been going on, where they had been and what they had done. It had been nearly 20 years since they knew each other in school and they had a lot to catch up on. The topic kept coming back to that first kiss. For some reason they both dwelt on that kiss. How was it that they both remembered it the same? It was a great first kiss for both of them.

The valet opened the doors of the car and together they walk into the restaurant walking arm in arm. It is a very nice place with soft music playing the back round. It isn't crowded so they are able to take a table near a window away from the other couples. They continue talking as they sit across from each other.

He can smell her perfume on his arm from where she held on to it and takes a deep breath. She is so beautiful. He wonders, not for the first time, what might have been had he not moved away when he did. Would they have stayed a couple? Would they have had more first together? He hoped so. He enjoyed being around her so much. And then it started. He felt her foot on his chair between his legs. He looked at her and noticed a small smile on the edge of her lips.

Her toes moved slowly further between his legs until she got to his crotch. Slowly she stared moving her foot up and down over him, watching to see what he would do. What would he do? Would he touch her foot and guide it or let her do whatever she wanted? She was hoping that he would let her do whatever and see where it went from there. She watched as he moved his hand under the table and felt him touch her leg. He didn't touch her foot as she continued to move it over his swelling cock. He had touched her leg and was running his hand up as far as he could. She was glad that she had shaved before they went out, and all he could feel was silky smooth skin under his fingers. She continued to rub against him throughout dinner. She was really working him up, and could tell that he was getting close to bursting. She could feel dampness under her foot where his precum was leaving a mark on his pants. She was excited herself and could feel her own wetness between her legs and was sure that she had a matching mark on her panties. She had never so worked up a guy at dinner before and was excited to find out what was in store next. At least she had her dress to cover up her spot, but what would he do to hide his?

He was so turned on by this point. He had nearly shot his load right there under the table. Her foot felt so good against his cock. She had kept rubbing and rubbing. He wanted to cum so badly, but he couldn't do anything about it sitting at the table and now they were done and ready to go. He reached down and felt the spot he knew would be on his pants. How was he supposed to get out of the restaurant now without everyone knowing what had happened under the table. He had an idea, and maybe it wouldn't fool anyone, but at least he could hope so. As he stood up from the table he spilled his water on his lap. He hoped it looked like an accident, but it had done the job. Now instead of having a small spot on his pants he had a much larger spot that he could try and pass off as water. He sat back down and tried to dry some of it up with the napkin. She moved around the table to offer some assistance and dabbed at the mark on his pants, taking the chance to feel his hard on. 

Boy was he hard. She would have to do something about that on the way back to his place. A few minutes later they made it out of the restaurant and back to the car. Once they pulled away she reached over and touched his arm. She felt him flex, and smiled to herself. She moved her hand down toward his leg and onto his crotch. He was still hard. She moved her hand over him rubbing his hard cock. She reached for his zipper and undid his pants. She reached in and pulled his cock out and rubbed her thumb over the tip, wiping the precum all over his cock head. She moved her thumb to her mouth and got her first taste of him.

He was having a hard time keeping his eyes on the road while she touched him. Her thumb moving around his cock had given him an intense sense of pleasure. He watched her suck the precum off her thumb and wanted her to do more. She adjusted in her seat undoing her seatbelt to a position that would allow her to give him a blow job. He watched her move down on him and had to force his eyes to stay open and on the road as he felt her mouth close over him.

His cock seemed to be the perfect size. The tip fit nicely into her mouth and she was able to take the rest as deeply as she wanted. She started slowly, licking at the tip, enjoying the precum on her tongue. She licked up and down his shaft and then would take it into her mouth sucking as she pulled up. She moved a hand down to his balls and started to play with them. She could feel them tightening up and knew that this wasn't going to last long. She licked at his tip again and again slipped his cock into her mouth. She knew what she was doing as she moved her head up and down over his shaft, wanting to pleasure him and wanting what he was about to give her.

He was so close to cumming in her mouth. He was worried that she wouldn't like it if he blew his load now, but he was so close. He wanted to close his eyes and give in but he was driving. He had to keep his eyes open if nothing else. He had moved one hand on top of her head as she bobbed up and down on him. It felt so good. He couldn't hold back any more and whispered that he was about to cum.

She heard his warning and smiled to herself as he started to shoot his load into her mouth. She kept up with it as best she could and swallowed everything that he had given her. She continued to suck on his softening cock for a moment longer getting the last of the juices. She put him back into his pants and zipped him back up.

As she sat back into her seat he looked at her. She was so beautiful. Her black dress framed her body perfectly. He knew that she wanted slightly larger breasts, but they looked good to him. He pulled into the driveway, walked her into the house. He closed the door behind her and walked her to the balcony over looking the lake. It was almost night fall and the couples that had been walking around the lake had nearly all gone. The sun nearly down but the sky was full of color. It was an amazing view. They stood there for a moment taking it in.

She felt him wrap his strong arms around her from behind and hold her close. She could smell his cologne, very sexy, and thought how true that was. She shivered as he kissed her neck and moved his hands down her sides pulling up on her dress. He let it fall as he moved his hands back around her front. He kissed her neck again taking in her perfume. She turned in his arms and kicked off her shoes. She kissed him on the lips. Slowly, softly, remembering how it had been that first time. They moved their tongues together in and out of the others mouth. The kissed for several moments, and she nearly didn't notice him unzipping her dress and undo her bra in one smooth motion. He moved his hands forward and slipped her dress off her shoulders. She stepped out of it wearing only her panties. She reached up and took off his sports coat and unbuttoned his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest as they kissed again. His hands moved up and down over her back and down over her ass. She had worn some skimpy black panties for the evening and was hoping they wouldn't stay on any longer than they had to. Sure enough he had started to pull them down. She finished for him and stepped out of them, now nude on the balcony. He sat her down on one of the soft sun beds and ran his hands up her arms moving them above her head. He held them there for a moment while he kissed her. She didn't notice him slip the scarf over her wrists until he tightened them up. She felt herself get really wet at the thought of him on letting her touch him while he did things to her. He laid the chair back flat and moved her legs so they were on either side of the chair. She watched as he kissed down her body, down her right leg and tied her foot to the chair. He kissed back up her body to her mouth, and kissed her deeply. She could feel his touch even more now become very sensitive as he kissed his way down the other side of her body. She knew he was going to tie that leg up as well.

He looked at this gorgeous woman tied to this chair and hoped that he could bring her as much pleasure as she had given him already this evening. He moved to sit next to her and kissed her again. He could do that all night. He let his hands roam over her body, feeling her hard nipples beneath his touch. He moved his hand down over her tummy toward her pussy. She was smooth except for a small patch of hair right above her opening. She was already glistening with wetness from all the excitement of the evening. He slipped a finger along her slit getting his finger wet. Slowly he pressed his finger between her lips and moved up to her clit. She responded to him the way he had hoped. The intake of breath was all he needed to know that what he was doing felt extremely good to her. He kissed her again.

She had closed her eyes when he had touched her clit. She was so sensitive at that moment like she always got when she was restrained. She kissed him back, feeling his finger slid up and down over her pussy lips getting them even wetter. She felt his other hand on one of her nipples, gently pulling at it. Damn it felt good. She felt his fingers slide past her lips and into her pussy. He had two of them inside her. She felt them curve slightly and start tapping, feeling for her g-spot. She moaned as he found the spot and started to tap at it. His fingers felt so good inside of her. She could feel her orgasm building. She hadn't expected it to happen so quickly but it felt so good. He continued to tap at her g-spot and kiss her and play with her nipple that she came in a rush. Her whole body tightened up and she strained against the bonds that held her to the chair. She wanted him in her now, but couldn't do anything about it just then.

He continued to play in her pussy after her orgasm. She was very wet now and he was very excited. He had loved getting her off, and was hard again himself. But he had her in the perfect position. He moved down the chair and spread her legs a little wider. He could smell her juices and wanted to taste them, to feel her lips on his tongue. He moved down and licked the slick lips. They had spread on their own now that she was so turned on. He could see her swollen clit between the lips and licked at it. He heard her moan with pleasure at the touch and continued. He moved his tongue up and down over her, moving from side to side. He slipped a finger into her pussy and moved it in and out as he continued to play with her clit. This was a different type of orgasm that was building in her. Stronger and more intense than the inner one he had given her a few moments ago. It took a little longer to build up but he continued to lick at her paying close attention to what she liked. He flicked her clit faster with his tongue and then would take a long lick the full length of it and start flicking it again.

She could feel this orgasm building. It was going to be huge. He kept hitting her clit in just the right way. It felt so good in combination with his finger moving in and out of her pussy. She felt it coming on her and she arched her back and tried to quiet her own moan, knowing that if there were any people walking on the path below them, they would be heard. That thought did it, put her over the top and she climaxed.

He felt her body tighten up, felt her pussy pull at his finger she had her orgasm. He felt another burst of wetness between her legs and quickly licked at it. Reaching down her leg he untied her and allowed her some control over her body again. He untied her other leg and kissed up her body till he could undo her arms. He still had his pants of but she could tell that he was ready for anything at this point.

She stood up off the chair and undid his pants. She helped him pull them off and toss them aside. His cock was hard and pointing towards her. She couldn't help but reach out for it and stroke it a few times. She sat him down on the chair and straddled him. She took his hard cock in her hand and guided him into her wet pussy. She lowered herself on him and started to ride him. His hands moved up to her chest and started to play with her nipples. He pulled at them, twisting them, making them if it were possible even harder. His cock felt so good in her. She closed her eyes and continued to ride him. She felt his hand start to move over her body down to her hips and across her legs.

Her nipples felt so good to his touch, but he couldn't just stay there. She had such a great body, that he wanted to touch as much of it as he could. He moved his hands down her sides over her hips and onto her legs. They were so smooth to the touch. He moved his hands back to her hips and enjoyed the rhythm she had set for their lovemaking. He could tell that he was going deep inside of her and that she was enjoying the way their bodies fit together. He could feel her pussy pulling at his cock every time she pulled up off him. She felt so good. So hot. So wet. He let her control the pace for a few more minutes, enjoying her body and her body language. She was really enjoying herself and let her have another orgasm. He stopped her after she had finished and moved her off of him. He had her turn out towards the lake and look over the balcony. He spread her legs and entered her from behind. This position hit an entirely different spot from where he was just moments before and it felt really good right away. She was tightening up again and was going to have another orgasm. She noticed a couple walking along the walkway below and closed her eyes. She hoped they didn't notice what was going on, but if they did, so what. She was so horny and wanted to cum all over his cock again. He felt so good inside of her. She could tell that he was close to cumming as his cock was swelling inside of her. His hands were on her hips pulling her back onto his cock. He then he stopped. She felt him shoot his load inside her. Felt his cock spasm as he had his orgasm. He held her there for a moment until his cock slipped out of her. 

He took her by the hand and quickly walked her to the bathroom and started a shower for them both. They both knew that this was going to be a long evening...



Together Again



Emma sipped absently from her champagne glass and glanced around the room. The three piece band had just begun playing, the lively tune almost drowned out by the thrum of voices. Many of the guests had already found their tables, while others milled around the bar chatting and drinking. 

She smoothed the skirt of her black strapless dress and tucked a tendril of auburn hair behind her ear. Her stomach fluttered as she searched for Daniel. Her bridesmaid duties had kept her busy enough at the church she'd not had time to dwell on him until now. She'd managed to avoid seeing him without really trying. 

Now, though, with the bride beaming excitedly and surrounded by a throng of well-wishers, Emma finally had a moment to herself. 

She'd never felt so torn before; wanting to see him, yet dreading that final moment when their eyes would meet. She took another sip of champagne, closing her eyes as the bubbles danced across her tongue and tickled her throat.

"There you are."

Emma flinched. Her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. She kept her eyes closed and drew a long breath, fighting the urge to slip off her heels and sprint from the room.

Daniel stood behind her, far enough away he wasn't touching her, yet close enough she could still feel the heat from his body. "Are you going to talk to me, Em?"

She swallowed hard. His deep voice still caused her skin to break out in goose-bumps despite the year they'd spent apart. She pressed her lips together and tried to gather her composure. "I'm working up to it." 

He ran his palms over her shoulders, caressing her bare skin with his thumbs. "Turn around and let me look at you."

An involuntary tremor swept through her at the huskiness in his tone. Emma opened her eyes and reluctantly shrugged off his hands. She held her breath and turned to face him. 

"I've missed you," he said. Daniel stood a head taller than her. The charcoal-coloured suit he wore moulded to his broad shoulders and the masculine lines of his body. His dark hair was cut shorter than she remembered. His blue eyes were filled with affection, hope. 

She'd missed him, too. Terribly. 

He relieved her of her empty wine glass and deposited it on a tray held by a passing waitress. With nothing left to occupy her hands, Emma linked her fingers together to keep from fidgeting. "When did you get back?" she asked. She glanced around the room, finding more comfort in the chaos surrounding them than Daniel's steady appraisal.

"A couple of hours ago. The plane was delayed. I ended up missing the wedding." 

"Oh." Her gaze flickered back to him before darting away again. "That's a shame. It was beautiful." She chewed the gloss from her lower lip and contemplated working next on the polish coating her nails.

"I'll have to take your word for it." 

Emma cleared her throat. "I suppose you'll be able to look at the pictures soon enough." 

"I don't care about the photos right now, Em." Amusement filled his deep voice. He used his knuckle to gently nudge a lock of hair from her cheek. "I prefer looking at you." 

Her stomach dipped with pleasure. Emma closed her eyes and sighed. His hand curved around the back of her neck. She had her hair pinned up in intricate little twists and felt his fingers sweep over her skin. He leaned in and whispered against her ear. "Let me feel your arms around me...please...I want to make things right between us."

Emma ignored the warmth spreading through her and clenched her hands into fists at her sides. "We had a huge argument before you left," she said. Her voice strained as she stared up at him. "Don't you remember? You said it was over between us." 

"I know. I thought it was the best thing to do at the time." He sighed and pulled back from her, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I think we both said things we didn't mean."

Emma nodded and focused on his tie, his words taking her back to those last few days they'd spent together. Daniel worked as a design engineer for a major car manufacturer and had been offered a twelve month contract in Japan. She'd known it was a great opportunity for him to further his career; he'd even asked her to accompany him. Instead she'd chosen – wisely, she'd thought at the time - to stay behind and nurture her fledgling catering business. 

They'd fought more in those final weeks than they had in their entire relationship. 

Even now, after everything, she wanted to push aside the painful memories and slip her arms around him. She loved and loathed that part of her, the part he controlled no matter how hard she tried to hold back. 

Emma blinked the moisture from her eyes and rubbed her brow. Her throat ached. She'd waited so long for this day; now it was here, she wasn't sure she could handle it. "I don't have time for this right now, Daniel," she said. "I have to go check on Amy."

"I'm sure Amy's fine. I counted four bridesmaids. She won't miss you if you're gone for five minutes." He pulled his hands from his pockets and touched her dangling fingertips. "I would, though. Come dance with me."

"I-" Emma stared at the floor, trying to gather her thoughts. She frowned back up at him. "Why? You didn't phone or email me the entire time you were gone. I assumed you didn't want me anymore."

He lowered his head and swore under his breath, the first indication he wasn't as composed as she'd first imagined. "Jesus, Emma, I've never stopped wanting you. Not having contact made it easier to handle the distance between us. All I did was work and sleep and try to keep my mind off you."

Emma snorted out a breath. "That's nice. I'm glad it was easier for you. Meanwhile, I was left all alone to deal with-" She faltered and bit her lip, silently cursing her big mouth.

Daniel stepped closer and cupped her chin in his palm. "Deal with what?" 

"Nothing." Emma closed her eyes, too defeated to bother pushing his hand away. "A broken heart, that's all."

"I'm so sorry, Em." He smoothed his palms over her cheeks. He pressed his lips to one closed lid, then the other, his mouth lingering, his sweet breath drifting over her. "I was miserable without you. I haven't had a decent night's sleep in twelve months."

Emma opened her eyes and stared at him. She wanted to resist him, if only just to salvage her flailing pride – but she'd waited for him for God's sake. She'd pushed aside her social life and concentrated on her business and home life instead. Amy's wedding had been her first real attempt at getting back into it all again.

Her attention dropped to his mouth, to the sensual lips that had brought her so much pleasure over the past years. She watched as they curved upwards in the slightest of smiles. 

He brushed his thumb across her temple, his expression open, his gaze unwavering. His other hand came to rest on her hip, applying the gentlest of pressure to bring her closer. 

She sighed inwardly. Her resolve weakened despite her will to stand strong. She'd never been able to hold a decent grudge, especially where Daniel was concerned. "We can't talk about this now, not here," she said, swaying toward him. She pulled back, then finally gave in and let herself lean against him. "I'm still angry."

"I don't mind." He cradled the back of her neck, sweeping his thumb over her exposed nape. "Just let me hold you for a minute."

Emma's cheek came to rest against his chest. She linked her arms around his waist, the sounds of celebration fading around them until all she could hear was the steady thump of his heart. 

~~*::*::*::*~~

Emma took a moment away from the wedding festivities. She rubbed the chill from her arms and strolled through the grounds of the reception centre. Her heels sank into the damp earth and the dew tickled her toes. Gnarled trees towered overhead, surrounded by neat flower beds and lush grass. The darkness enveloped her.

She wandered toward a park bench set in an alcove surrounded by fragrant blooms. Emma lowered herself to the wrought iron seat and braced her hands on either side of her, watching as dots of moonlight broke through the leaved canopy above and shimmered across her dress. 

Her thoughts drifted to Daniel, stirring the butterflies in her belly again. Although they'd only shared a couple of dances and minimal conversation throughout the night, each new encounter had acted like a kind of foreplay, building the intensity inside her until she'd had to escape outside to catch her breath.

She'd worked hard over the past year to become independent, to set up her own business and make her own way. It hadn't been easy, especially with a few unexpected challenges along the way. Now Daniel was back, she just wanted him to slip his arms around her and take care of her again. 

Emma sighed and watched her breath curl out before her in a cloud of mist. 

"I thought we'd passed the point of avoiding one another."

She sucked in a breath and looked up to find him leaning against a tree, watching her. "Why do you keep sneaking up on me?" she asked.

His teeth flashed in the dim light. "Because I like the sexy little gasping sound you make."

Her cheeks flushed. "Oh, you do, do you."

"Yeah." His eyes lit with a smile as he walked toward her. "I'd rather give you other reasons for making that sound, but I'll take what I can get right now." 

"You always did have a one-track mind." Emma breathed in the scent of his masculine cologne as he took a seat beside her. 

His thigh came to rest against hers and a corner of his mouth hitched as he gazed out into the darkness. "I know. It's a curse. I've always struggled to keep my hands off you." 

"I don't remember complaining." 

He sent her a sideways glance and that little half-smile of his made its reappearance. "That's one of the things I like about you."

He leaned his elbows on his knees and took his time looking her over. His presence both comforted and aroused her. She'd missed him; his humour, his passion, that way he had of looking at her that melted her insides. 

He shifted slightly and reached for her, brushing her knee with the backs of his fingers. "Come here, lovely." 

Emma glanced his way. Her heart thudded against her ribs. "I couldn't get any closer without sitting on your knee."

His eyes glinted with humour. "I like the way your mind works." He wrapped his hands around her waist and hoisted her onto his lap. 

Emma let out a shocked laugh, thrilling at his easy strength. She draped an arm across the back of his shoulders. Her legs dangled over the side of his body, the warmth from his thighs seeping through her dress. He slid his palm up and down her spine, tilting his chin to look up at her. "Much better," he said.

She hummed her agreement, using her free hand to explore the features she'd grown so used to over the years. Her thumb swept across his forehead, her mouth curving in a smile when his dark eyebrow rose under her touch. She trailed her palm down his tanned cheek, pausing at his jaw. Her fingertips found his lips and a heady combination of love and lust swelled inside her. 

Emma watched his mouth open slightly. His tongue appeared, flicking at the ends of her fingers. A shiver of anticipation rushed through her. She leaned in and brushed her mouth across his, tasting his lips. His hands tightened at her waist, drawing her closer. 

Emma twisted her body until her breasts settled against his chest. She cradled his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. 

His palms caressed her from shoulders to hips. "I love you, Em," he said. His gaze met hers openly. "You know that, don't you?"

She nodded quickly and took a breath, letting it out in a rush of air. "I love you, too." 

A smile hovered at his mouth. "Still?"

Emma stroked his cheeks and slipped her fingers into the hair at his temples. "I can't help it." She closed her eyes and pressed her lips to his.

Daniel groaned and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. His heart thumped against her chest. His lips moved lazily over hers, his tongue making brief forays into her mouth before retreating again. 

His palm slid up her spine, curving around her nape. He pulled his mouth from hers and explored her throat, nuzzling the sensitive place just beneath her chin. She shivered and held him tighter. 

"I remember that spot," he said. His kissed her nose, then traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. "Hmm...that one, too."

She shuddered and thought about begging for more. "You're teasing me."

"I know." He laughed huskily and pressed his mouth to hers. He sank into the kiss, dragging her with him. Their lips moved together in a slow and sensual dance. His tongue explored the moist depths of her mouth, each new touch stoking her desire, building her need for him. 

Emma closed her eyes. She felt her stomach dip and her muscles go lax. Warmth spread through her, trailing from her flushed cheeks down to her belly, and tingling between her thighs. 

His hands curved over her rear, squeezing her flesh as his mouth devoured hers. Emma slipped her fingers inside his open jacket and flattened her palms against his chest. His responding growl sent her heart hammering.

She squirmed on his lap, remembering what it was like to have him thrusting inside her. His erection nudged her thighs and the temptation to let him do just that - right here, now - was almost irresistible. 

He tore his mouth from hers. "Come closer," he said, lifting her slowly. He urged her around until she was straddling him. Her dress rode up her thighs, the cool breeze caressing her exposed skin. The tips of her toes brushed the damp grass.

His hands wrapped around the backs of her knees. She threw a furtive glance at their surroundings. A surge of excitement hit her when he pulled her into intimate contact with his body. "Would you stop man-handling me?" she asked, barely able to keep the tremor from her voice.

He flicked his tongue over her collarbone, kissed the pulse point in her throat. "I think you're long overdue for a good man-handling," he said. 

Emma tried to laugh but the sound came out more like a strangled moan. His husky voice wreaked havoc inside her. His palms swept up and down her thighs. His breath warmed her neck, his lips gently nibbling, exploring. Desperate need for him clawed away at her.

Daniel's fingers pulled at her zipper. Her dress slackened across her chest and gaped at the back. She squeezed her eyes closed as his hands dipped inside, running over her flesh. "We can't do this now, Daniel. Someone's going to come looking for me." 

He hooked his fingers in the bodice of her dress. "Your bridesmaid duties are over, Em. I heard Amy thanking you. She told you to go have fun." He tugged her dress and strapless bra down in one swift movement, tucking the bunched material beneath her bared breasts. He pressed a kiss to the base of her throat. "This is fun." 

Emma sank her hands into his hair, curling her fingers in the thick strands. She let her head fall back and sighed as his mouth closed over her nipple. His lips pulled gently while his fingers cupped and moulded her other breast. 

She wanted nothing more than for him to sink deep inside her and make her forget the time they'd spent apart, but there were certain things he needed to know first, things that might alter his opinion of her. 

Emma fought to keep her head as his hot breath warmed her skin. He suckled her nipple, laving the tender bud with his tongue. He kissed the underside of her breast, encouraging a moan from her. "Daniel, I...ah," she gripped his hair and pressed him a little closer, "I have to tell you something."

He smoothed his hands over her breasts, massaging firmly. His lips worked their way back up her neck. "What is it?" he said against her ear.

"I'm not-" He nipped at her earlobe. Emma closed her eyes and blew out a controlled breath. "I'm not the same person you left behind a year ago."

He kissed her long and deep, then spoke against her mouth. "Neither am I. We all change."

She sighed when his hands dipped between their bodies. "This is important. You don't understand." 

He nipped at her lower lip as he unfastened his belt buckle and tugged down his zipper. "Explain it to me." 

Her breaths came heavy and hard; she'd given up trying to control them. "Don't you see the changes in my body?" It seemed like the subtlest way of approaching the subject.

Daniel shifted beneath her, shoving his pants and briefs over his hips. His movements forced her legs further apart. "I see curves where angles used to be," he said. He pulled her against him, her bared breasts brushing against his crisp white shirt. "And I've gotta say, Em, it's sexy as hell." 

His heated gaze brought a flush to her cheeks. "It's not just that. There's something else. When you find out what it is, you might not want to be with me any more."

"Emma." His hands framed her face. He planted a soft kiss on her lips. "Unless you're sporting a brand new penis underneath that dress, I can't think of anything else that could put me off being with you."

Emma laughed despite herself. The sound caught in her throat when he shoved his hand beneath the layers of black satin bunched between them. He stroked his knuckles back and forth over her pussy, his eyes smouldering as they met hers. "Looks like we're good to go," he said. 

She wanted badly to go with the moment and forget about everything else, but he needed to know what had happened after he'd gone away. He'd be angry, she expected that, but he still needed to know. "Before you left..." Emma almost cried out as his fingers delved inside her panties. 

"Don't tell me yet." He tugged them over to one side and brought his gaze back to meet hers, stroking her clit with his thumb. "You need this; I need this. The rest can wait."

Emma let out a long breath, desperately hoping he wouldn't hate her afterwards. She braced herself as his hands slid over her rear, grasping her buttocks. He lifted her and waited. Her heart hammered. Her fingers reached for him, wrapping around his length. She watched his expression as she guided him to her warm entrance and slid slowly down his cock. 

Inch by inch his erection disappeared inside her. Daniel's jaw clenched and his eyes blazed with heat. He looped his arms around her waist and buried his face against her breasts. She stroked his hair and listened to his laboured breathing, tipping her head to stare at the towering trees. It felt so right having him back inside her, his arms holding her tight, his breath whispering over her.

His tongue darted out to lick her nipple. "Emma, honey, if you don't start moving soon, I'm taking over." His voice was warm with amusement.

Emma smiled and ground herself down on his cock, relishing the laughing groan that slipped from him. She reached behind her to grasp his knees for balance, jutting her breasts out to his hungry gaze. His hands glided up her legs, his thumbs rubbing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Emma drove her hips toward him, again and again, watching his eyes darken as they roamed over her. 

He relaxed into a semi-reclined position, pulling her with him. She braced herself with her hands on the backrest. Daniel gripped her hips and began thrusting hard inside her. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. Her breasts jolted against his chest. 

"God, I've missed this," he said. "You. Me. We're good together."

"Yeah." The word left her as a breathless sigh. She kept her hands on the backrest and leaned in, closing her mouth over his. He expelled short, sharp breaths through his nose as his lips moved over hers. Daniel kept up his hammering thrusts, holding her tightly, groaning when her tongue tasted his. 

Emma straightened her back and pressed her breasts against his chest, wanting him to use his mouth on her nipples again. She opened her eyes and pleaded silently for his knowing touch. He'd grown to understand the signs so well over the years; he laughed huskily and gave her one last hard kiss before releasing her lips. "I know what you want, Em." 




Together Again



Daniel cupped her breast in his palm and thumbed her hardened nipple, slowing his thrusts until he was grinding against her. He pressed his hand between her shoulder blades and brought her breasts to his lips. Emma combed her fingers through his hair as he sucked one tightened peak into his mouth. She sighed and watched his lips move over her, fascinated by the way her moist nipple gleamed in the moonlight. 

He licked her nipple, lapping at her with long, slow strokes. He moved his attention to her other breast, suckling softly. He nipped at her and she whimpered deep in her throat.

Emma curved her hands over his broad shoulders, holding on tight. She dug her toes into the dewy grass and lifted herself off his cock. Her eyes remained on his as she slowly lowered herself back down his length. She relished his deep groan and repeated the movement, smiling when his concentration broke. 

"You're going to make me come, honey. Hold on." He wrapped his arms around her and leaned back on the bench. His pace increased as he pumped away inside her. 

Emma cradled his neck and kissed his lips, jolting against him with each fevered thrust. Her insides warmed and her cheeks grew hot. The pressure built inside her until her belly tightened and her muscles tensed. She met his eyes and let go, moaning loudly as pleasure sparked inside her. Her body shook violently. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders. 

Daniel clenched his jaw and watched her come. "Oh Christ, Em, I've missed seeing that." He gripped her waist and held her gaze, pushing her down on his cock as he shoved his hips upwards. She knew he wouldn't last long. A vein stood out in his neck. His eyes were half-closed, his attention remaining intently on her. He tensed beneath her and came hard, his limbs trembling with the effort. A long groan tore from him. He pulled her mouth down to his and kissed her deeply as the last tremors left him. 

Emma leaned her forehead against his and tried to gather her senses. Their breaths took a moment to slow. She could feel the rapid beat of her heart. 

Daniel was the first to move and break the sensual spell surrounding them. He cupped her chin in his palm and pressed a soft peck on her lips. "I'm taking you back to my hotel room tonight. We've got a lot of lost time to make up for." He kissed each nipple farewell and tugged her bra into place.

Nerves stirred in her belly. He was still inside her, their bodies connected. Emma struggled to meet his gaze. "I can't, Daniel. Someone's waiting for me at home. He'll be upset if I'm not there when he wakes in the morning." 

"He?" Daniel smoothed her dress over her breasts and closed the zipper at her back. "You met someone?"

"Not exactly." She nibbled her lower lip and fought desperately for the best way to explain. "He's very important to me, though."

His features hardened. He lifted her up briefly so he could tuck himself back into his pants. She almost cried out at the sudden separation. Daniel zipped his fly and buckled his belt. He sent her an accusing stare, his eyes glittering in the darkness. "What's his name?"

Emma drew a breath and gathered her courage. "James." 

His lips lifted in a derisive smile. "My middle name. How sweet."

"You don't understand."

He clasped her cheeks in his hands. "Make me, Emma." There was a hint of desperation in his tone. 

She hated this, hated the way it made him feel. It was time to get it over with, let him know the truth so he could decide what to do with it. "He's your son, Daniel. Our son."

He shook his head in bewilderment. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. A multitude of expressions crossed his face.

"He's five months old." Emma struggled to fill the awkward silence. She traced his lips with her fingertips, hoping with all her heart he'd try and forgive her. "I wouldn't let anyone tell you about him while you were gone. We couldn't come and visit, you couldn't come back. I didn't want to put you through the torture. I showed him photos of you instead and talked about you all the time. He recognises your picture now." Emma knew she'd started to ramble. She gulped back the emotion rising inside her and stroked Daniel's hair from his forehead. "I'm so sorry. So very sorry. I was stupid and impulsive. I wouldn't be surprised if you never forgive me."

Daniel blinked and focused on her. It was a lot to take in. She could see him trying to make sense of it all. "I can't...it's too much. I can't get my head around the idea right now, but I will. I want to." 

Emma's mouth turned upward in a tentative smile. She looked at him through tear-filled eyes. 

"We've got a lot to talk about," he said. He let out a heavy breath. "A hell of a lot, Emma. I want to meet him, figure this out between you and me. I'm angry, confused...God, I don't even know how I feel about this." He urged her off his lap and moved to stand. "The only thing I'm sure about is the way I feel about you."

Emma rearranged her dress and braced herself, waiting to see how he'd end their encounter. Moonlight sprinkled through the trees, glittering over his dark hair and his charcoal suit. His gaze travelled over her. She heard the deep breath he took. He reached out for her in the dim light, his expression unsure but determined. She sobbed with relief and stepped into his open arms, sighing when they closed around her.

Her racing heart slowed as her cheek came to rest against his chest. 

It would take time to make things right between them again, that much she knew for sure - but it would be all right. 

Everything always had been with Daniel around.



Together Again



I lie on the bed waiting for you. I always miss you so much when you are away and long for your safe return to me. I can feel the fires inside me burning bright as you walk into the bedroom. I see you, wearing only the same smile that first attracted me to you, so long ago and I fall for you all over again.

I am wearing a silky cream colored nightie with a pink trim, the one you love so much and my red hard nipples are already visible through it, tempting you. I long for you to touch me, and the arousal grows as you near me. 

Leaning in you start kissing my lips and neck. Our hands roam over each other and our bodies press up close. I murmur softly as your lips touch and your tongue tickles my hard red nipples, squeezing them as you press your face into my breasts. Tingles shoot like an electricity current to every nerve in my body. The tiniest touch from you always sets them off.

Moving my hand down to your thigh and slowly move it up the outside, feeling your bare skin and enjoying the excitement it causes in your loins. It's too tempting and I stroke as you kiss my breasts, your hand works slowly up to my hip, gently pushing my nightie up. I squirm and moan a little as my legs, completely exposed reveal lacy white panties to your eyes. Moving a gentle hand over my pussy, you feel the heat there, and moan in your arousal. In your excitement you lay a pressure gently on my mound, causing me to open my legs to give more access. 

My breasts continue to be played with by you, and you pinch the nipples till I cry out, keeping one hand pressing down on my panties, causing them to become damp. My panties soaking from the excitement as you continue to massage my pussy. 

As you move up from you breasts we kiss vehemently on the lips with such passion that we feel. And as I continue to hold you, impatience takes over and suddenly you slide the panties down below my knees as I quickly kick them off. My nightie too is in a bundle around my waist, vulnerable, with my breasts and everything below my hips completely exposed to you. 

I moan louder now as do you, as you caress my thighs on all sides, moving a hand slowly up, until finally I come into contact with my very wet velvety pussy lips that you gently caress. You groan in your excitement as you slip a finger inside and begin to explore my inner realm. My hips push against you as in my own excitement I lower all my inhibitions. Our passion continues and harmonious voices moan, reverberating round the room with the pleasure we cannot hide.

My breathing gets very heavy as my hips buck against your hand, aching for you to find your clit. But you tease me, touching all around, finally sliding a finger up and begin to massage under the hood and touching clit. I'm as close as you touch it, I feel myself bursting into an explosive orgasm, my moaning turning to screams of pleasure. So you continue to massage my clit, hoping to prolong the orgasm.

As waves of pleasure thrill through me, my hips gyrate and push against you as you continue to pleasure my clit. My juices flow forth and trickle on to you as my orgasm intensifies and my hips buck forward. My back arches almost to breaking point and my eyes glaze as I grasp the sheet tightly upon reaching climax. Oh how I adore the way you bring me to climax and I scream out loud at the dizzy heights of it!

Then you stroke the sides of me and on your travels upwards in one swift move push my nightie all the way off and nestle your head between my heaving breasts stroking them with your electric fingertips that continue to thrill me to the tips of my toes. I reach down and take hold of your awaiting manhood allowing it to rest and discover the heat of my excited soaking mound. We lie there in silence for a moment before it continues its journey of discovery searching out the Garden of Eden lying between my open legs. My lips search out yours as your cock slides up and down between my hot swollen pussy lips. You love to tease like that, rubbing your cock against your clit without entering you as we kiss showing the depths of our passion and throwing all inhibitions aside. 

"Fuck me now" I plead, "Now! I want to feel your cock inside me!" 

I stare deep into your eyes and see the fire and the hunger there as you can't resist and pull back, positioning the head of your cock just between my awaiting lips. I quickly grab your ass and pull you as you thrust forward, driving you all the way in, reveling in the soft feel of pussy surrounding cock.

We move, two as one. Pulling out to the tip and sliding slowly back in. After a couple of slow strokes your excitement takes control and you begin to thrust your hips in rapid motion, quickening the pace of our fucking. You're moaning increasing in volume as you kiss my neck and relish the feeling of our closeness. Our bodies entwined and your cock thrusting deep inside. I have another orgasm, and excitement is so high that my orgasms follow one after another. Squealing as I cum again and again and again.  

Quivering legs are wrapped around your waist, pull in, holding you tight in me as you thrust your hips against me, and savoring the sweet pleasure. I sense you are getting close; your balls are ready and your huge meaty rod swelling inside me getting even harder as you keep thrusting. Until finally, I feel the wonderful explosion deep inside me. Cum shooting jet after jet in a demonstration of how aroused you are. I too have a massive orgasm for you and our voices mingle to punctuate the ecstasy we both are feeling. Finally we relax and catch our breath as we cuddle and kiss and my legs continue to trap your still hard cock inside my ever wanting pussy.



Together, Again



As the water rushes over my body, it feels like thousands of your fingers caressing every inch of me. I cant help but think of the last time we were together. The way our bodies moved together, the way that you and I knew exactly how to pleasure each other. I look forward to tonight, feeling your arms wrapped around me, your lips all over my body, your cock which fits so perfectly inside my body. Feeling the water of my shower starting to turn cold, im quickly brought back to reality and finish.

I rub my body down with a fluffy towel and my skin turns slightly pink from the pressure. I make sure that I am completely dry. I rub a lightly scented vanilla oil over my skin. I close my eyes as my hands run over my body, wishing my hands were your hands. I rub the oil over my arms, then my legs feeling how soft they are after just being shaven. Next I run a little oil over my chest, gently massaging it in. My nipples harden as my hands pass over them, stopping quickly to play with my nipple rings. I hold my breath as I tug on them gently. Next I smooth more oil over my stomach, and then slowly make my way down to my freshly shaved pussy, I rub the oil in every direction to make sure that there is no stubble and that everything is perfectly smooth. Still wishing my hands were yours, I slide a finger between my pussy lips and I feel how wet I am. Before I get to carried away, I stop, or I will never be ready when you get here.

Frustrated, I walk from the bathroom to my room. On my bed lays a black silk dress. It has spaghetti straps, a low cut front and stops mid thigh. Next to it lay my black thigh high nylons, a black lace garter belt, black strapless bra and a leather thong. I love the way leather feels next to my freshly shaved pussy. On the floor next to my bed are my 5" black stiletto heels. I put on my thong first, savoring the way the leather feels as it slides over my legs, and finally into place. The feeling of the leather over my pussy drives me wild and gets me even more ready for you. Next comes my garter belt. The feeling of leather and lace on my body at the same time makes me smile. It makes me feel naughty and sinful at the same time, but I love every minute of it.

Now, the nylons I could do without, but I put them on just because I love the way it feels when you take them off me. I fasten them to my garter belt. Next comes my bra, and I hate these things. If it were up to me they would be outlawed, but again, to have you pressed up against me, fumbling behind my back makes it all worth my wild. Even though im only half dressed, I head back to the bathroom to do something with my hair. Since it is so long, I decide to do something very simple. I just use a clip to hold the sides of my hair back. I make sure I have a few bangs down, and decide that's good enough. Even though I don't wear make-up, I put a little powder on to cover up my small flaws. I don't put any perfume on, I figure ill let the smell of the vanilla oil drive you wild for a bit.

I head back to my bedroom and put on my dress. It slides easily over my skin and feels good. I grab my shoes and head out to the living room. In keeping with my love of leather, I sit on my soft, supple leather couch, and put on my heels, fastening the ankle straps around my ankles. 

Normally I can hear your footsteps coming to my front door, but tonight I don't. I am caught off guard when I hear your knock at the door. Leaving the couch, I make my way to the door and open it for you. Then I see you, my prince charming, looking oh so beautiful in your black jeans and white polo shirt. Even in my heels you stand a couple inches taller than me, and I lean in for a kiss. I feel your arms slide around my waist and pull me close to you. I kiss you passionately, our tongues dueling for dominance. While im pressed up so tightly against you, I feel your cock harden like a rock as it’s caught between us. I break our kiss and gently pull you inside so I can close my front door.

Grabbing you by the hand, I pull you over to my couch and playfully push you down onto it. Facing you, and deciding not to be ladylike, I straddle your legs and sit on your lap. Leaning forward, I kiss your lips softly, and then kiss my way over to your ear. I nibble on the lobe a little and then make my way downward to your neck. I kiss, nibble, suck and give you little love bites all over your neck. I feel your hands slide under the skirt of my dress and your fingers run across the top of my nylons. Your hands reach further back and feel my bare ass cheeks. Then you discover my leather thong, and I can feel your cock throbbing under my pussy, separated only by my thong and your pants. I look you in the eyes and tell you how much I missed you and how much I love you. 

I lean in for a kiss and feel your fingers tracing the lines of the back of my thong. When I feel your fingers close to my pussy, I whisper in your ear that we better forget our dinner reservations because we wont make it there in time. I can almost hear your smile, but I know that your reaction is a good one because you grab both my ass cheeks and pull them tight to you. You know how much I love the feeling of leather against my pussy, so with your hands on my ass, you move my cheeks in circles, pulling them apart, then pushing them together, and pulling them apart again. Doing this wedges the back of my thong tighter against me, and the feeling of your cock under me drives me crazy. I swear I must be dripping with excitement.

When I feel that I cant take anymore, I rise up off your lap. I walk over to the stereo, which by chance already has an Enigma cd in it. I turn it on, and turn back to you, and ask you to dance with me. I want to feel you close to me, I want to feel your hands on me, I want to feel the warmth from your body. You walk towards me and take me in your arms. Together, we start to dance. I run my hands up and down your chest, lightly pinching your nipples through your shirt. Occasionally I slide my hands down your back, and grab your ass. Then I turn around so your chest is to my back, and we dance that way. Running my fingers through my hair, I reach back and place my hands on the back of your neck, and pull you closer.

I love the way your arms feel when they wrap around me, and your hands caress the bottom of my tits. I take my hands from your neck and put them over the top of your hands. Moving both our hands together, I place them entirely over both my tits. Pushing on them just hard enough to make me stand back, and press my back against your chest. Next I move our hands over my stomach, and down to my crotch. Together we gently rub my pussy through my dress and thong. Wanting you to know that im really enjoying this, I press my ass against your cock. I feel it jump under your pants, and then I slowly turn to you. God, I want you so badly. 

Watching you watch me, I reach up and slide the straps of my dress off my shoulders. As if reading cue cards, you walk over and sit on the couch. Still swaying to the beat of the music, I slide my arms out of the straps. I reach back and start to undo the zipper of my dress, and also turn around, with my back to you. I want to give you a good show, so I keep my legs straight and slowly bend forward, exposing the backs of my thighs and part of my ass to you. As I lean forward, I hold my dress to my chest, not wanting it to fall just yet. Standing up straight again, I start to peel down the top of my dress, partially exposing a bra clad breast, then covering it back up. I do the same with the other side. Then deciding the hell with it, I let the top half of the dress fall. I run my hands over my chest and play with my nipples through my bra. I slide my hands down again, over my stomach and grab my pussy through my dress. Im so wet I have got to be dripping or something. Sliding my hands back up, I catch the dress at the waist and turn to slide it down over my ass. I want you to watch my ass as its coming out of my dress, with my thong planted tightly between my cheeks. I wiggle my hips a little, and the dress hits the floor. I turn to face you again and to see your reaction to my little dance. I see your cock straining hard to get out of your pants. Good, just the way I like you. Stepping out of my dress, I gracefully walk back over to you.

I stand in front of you, facing you. My legs spread some, and I ask you to feel how wet my pussy is. I close my eyes just as you reach up to slide your fingers just past my thong. I moan slightly as I feel your fingers separate the leather from my slick, wet pussy lips. I open my eyes just in time to see your face when you feel how wet my pussy is. It’s a look mixed with pure lust, and pure love. Then I swat at your hand to keep you from going any further and you pull your hand away. Quickly I grab your hand and bend down to suck my juices off your fingers. I watch the lust build in your eyes. I gently grab the collar of your shirt and pull you up from the couch. The smell of leather is becoming intoxicating to me. As you stand next to me, I untuck your shirt, and slide my hands under it. With a slight roughness, I drag my nails down your chest to your waist, where I unfasten your belt. Next I lean forward and place kisses on your chest and tummy, on top of your shirt. I undo the top button on your jeans, and bend down to undo your zipper with my teeth. I get part way down and can smell your manly scent. It drives me wild with lust. Instead of getting you caught in the zipper, I finish the rest with my hands. You spring out as I get past the base of your cock, and I gently stroke you through your boxers. My fingers slide through the hole in the front to spread your pre-cum over the head of your cock in small circles. Then I let go of you all of a sudden and walk away.

I walk towards my room and finger for you to follow me. As I walk, I roll my hips forward instead of side to side, this pushes my ass out a little more for you to watch. I hear you following me, and softly smile to myself. As you get to my bedroom door, I ask you to stop. I continue to walk in, crawl up on my bed, intentionally sticking out my ass and my pussy. I get comfy and tell you to take off your clothes, SLOWLY. 

First you start with your shoes, pulling them off into a corner by my dresser. Next comes your shirt, and you take it off in a way that just teases me to no end. I see you standing there in your jeans, with your boxers poking out the top, and I realize just how badly I want you. You slowly slide your jeans down, and I watch your body intently as you step out of them. Next comes your boxers, but I ask you to stop. I don't want you completely naked yet. 

I ask you to come over and take my shoes off. You fumble with the buckle on the ankle strap just a little, but get the first one off easily. I feel your hands slide up my leg, over my nylons, and then move to take my second shoe off. With the utmost care, you put my shoes together and place them next to my bed. You run both hands up my legs till you reach the tops of my thigh high nylons. I want them to come off so badly. As if you read my mind, you unhook the front fasteners on my garter belt. You do this with such ease. You cant reach the back ones, so you flip me over onto my stomach and pull me up on all fours. I can feel you running your fingers down the back of my thong, between my ass cheeks, and then you move your hands away right before you get to my pussy. I moan as you nibble on my ass cheeks, and you unhook my back fasteners from my garter belt. 

Then you do something that catches me completely off guard. You pull my legs right out from under me and I land on the bed on my stomach. Before I can object, your on top of me pressing your boxer covered cock against my ass. God, you feel so good. You push so hard against me that it hurt, but it just gets me hotter. While you have me on my stomach, you lick, kiss, and nibble in my back. I moan loudly, that is something that drives me absolutely wild. You unhook my bra easily and run your fingers down my back. I shiver, but it feels damn good. You ease up off me, and pull me back to all fours. You reach under and grab my bra off the bed and then play with my nipples which are as hard as rocks. You flick the rings around a little bit, and then give both tits a firm squeeze. 

Next, you turn your attention to my thong. You trace all the lines of it with your tongue. Your fingers gently grab the top of it, and start to pull it down over my ass, licking as you go. Instead of just pulling it down, you wiggle your fingers in to separate my thong from my pussy. You bite my ass as you quickly slide 2 fingers into my pussy, then pull them out. Im left gasping for air, but you return to puling my thong down to my knees. Once its down as far as it an go, you lick from my sopping wet pussy lips, over my asshole, all the way to my lower back in one lick. You ease me back down to the bed and roll me over. 

You finish taking my thong off and put it next to my shoes. You return your attention to my nylons, which you grab at the top and roll them down my legs, one at a time. It feels so good to have them off. When you get to each foot, you place a small kiss on the bottom of my arch. Then you stand and look at me, laying on the bed, wearing nothing but a garter belt. Teasing you, I run my feet up the sides of your legs. I grab the hem of your boxers and try to pull them down, but the waistband gets caught on your cock. You look at me and back up. I know this hint well, and sit up and pull your boxers down. Quickly I take your cock in my hands and smear the precum around the head. Then, while looking you in the eyes, I take almost all your cock down into my mouth and throat. I hear a cry escape from you, and I continue to deep throat you. My hands reach up and play with your balls, rolling them around and massaging them. You slowly start to pump into my mouth. When I feel your cock getting hard as a rock, I pull back and slide further up onto the bed.

I watch you standing at the foot of the bed. I spread my legs wide and start to play with my clit. Not being one to miss anything, you start to stroke your cock. You start to stroke faster when I do. I watch you so intently, while you pleasure yourself. I slide a finger into my pussy, then pull it back out and suck the juices off. This is just too much for you and you cum. You squirt all over me and all over the bed. I reach down and get some of your cum on my fingers and start to play with my clit again. I close my eyes and feel you lay down on the bed, between my legs. I feel you slide a finger into my pussy while I play with my clit. I moan loudly. Soon I feel a second finger pressing in. I don't think I could possibly get any wetter, but I do. I gasp when I feel your lips replace my fingers on my clit. I think I must have died and gone to heaven. To have your lips on my clit and two fingers in my pussy is amazing. I roll my hips back and forth to the rhythm of your thrusting fingers. You slowly slide your fingers out while still sucking on my clit, trace down my perineum, and slowly press both fingers into my ass. You let me work my way down onto your fingers, going at my own pace. Then, as I come to rest all the way down on your fingers, your quickly slide your thumb into my pussy, and suck harder on my clit. This sends me completely over the edge, and I scream as I begin to cum. My hips buck wildly, but you keep me down with you fingers in my ass and in my pussy. You keep even pressure on my clit. Its like the orgasm with no end. I just keep cuming and cuming. I ride your fingers until I cant cum anymore. My orgasm was so strong it felt like I was run over by a Mack truck. Once I calm down a little, you full your fingers out, and lay down next to me, your chest to my back in the spoon position. 

We take a couple minutes to just lay there. You hold me and tell me how much you love me. You reach down and rub my pussy, loving the fact that there is no hair there. To give you a better reach, I push my hips back against you, and put my top leg back, over your legs. I feel your cock growing again, and poking me in the back. You slide 2 fingers into my pussy again, and I moan loudly. I reach down with you, and we both play with my pussy for a minute. You scoot down a little, grab your cock, and start to rub it across my pussy. From this angle you cant quite get it in, but it can get soaking wet. In one swift movement you roll over onto your back and take me with you, since my leg was over yours. We are almost joined, but I wanted something different. Keeping my back to you, I get up on my feet and squat over your cock. I stroke you to make sure your nice and hard. I raise up just a bit and rub the head of your cock all the way up and down the length of my pussy, from my clit to my ass. I make sure your nice and wet with my juices. I position the head of your cock at my pussy and very, very slowly push down. I can feel you stretching me out and the head of your cock is just barely in. I feel your hands on my hips guiding me. I stay there for a second, us joined together just by the head of your cock. I reach down and play with your balls for a second, and without warning, sink all the way down onto your cock, till its completely buried deep inside me. You and I both gasp at the same time. 

Completely connected, I grind my hips against yours, making sure to get every centimeter of you inside me and sopping wet. Then I start riding you. Raising and lowering myself onto you, feeling you go deeper and deeper each time I go down. Your hands pull my hips down hard, making sure that you hit the back of my pussy, and that I groan each time. From your view, you see my back, you see my ass, and you see your cock disappearing into me completely. I ride you that way till my legs get tired. 

Staying completely joined, you pull me to you, and we roll onto our sides in the spoons position, and then further over until im on my stomach and you are on top of me. Then you raise yourself up, pulling me onto my hands and knees so you can do me doggy style. I relax and let you pound away. You fuck me hard, just the way I like it. You grab my hair and pull me back making sure that I cant get away. When my hair doesn't work anymore, you put your hands on my shoulders and pull me back against you. I scream out as your cock tears in and out of my pussy, fucking me hard and fucking me good. I reach under myself and start to play with your balls the best I can. You slow your strokes, you go really slow coming out, but slam back in hard. I grunt and groan, getting wetter and wetter. Then you slam yourself back in and grind your hips against me. I use my hand that was playing with your balls to play with my clit. You grind harder and harder, and I rub faster and faster. You put a little bit of spit onto my ass and work it into my asshole with your thumb. With your thumb in my ass, and my fingers on my clit, you fuck me nice and slow again. Letting my orgasm build. It doesn't take much slow fucking before I am moaning because im cumming again. My pussy tightens around your cock and you can feel my whole body shaking. Your cock and your thumb can feel the quakes that rattle through my body. You keep up the stroking, riding out my orgasm, making it last longer and longer. Your not even close to cumming again, and enjoy making me cum over and over. 

You lean forward on me, pushing me to the bed. You pull out for a brief moment while you flip me over onto my back. You put my legs up onto your shoulders and settle back down between my legs. You tease my clit with the head of your cock, You poke at it, you rub it, and sometimes thump it with the head. Then you decide to tease me some more, you slip just the head in, then you pull it back out, then you stick it back in, then push it all the way back into me, then pull all the way back out. I beg you to fuck me again, to make me cum, to let me cum all over your cock again. 




Together, Again



You humor me and push your cock all the way into me, you slide in as far as you can until you bottom out in me. I yelp out in surprise, but instead of trying to squirm away, I wiggle into it and try and make you go deeper. I love the way you make it hurt. Its not a major painful hurt, but its a deep loving hurt. You pull back till just the head of your cock is inside me, then push back in. I look you deeply in the eyes as my nails gig into your back. As if that lights something inside you, you pick up the pace and start to pound again. I reach down and play with my clit and moan as you pound harder into my pussy. You lean down to kiss me and I kiss you back, very passionately. I suck lightly on your tongue and on your lower lip. I love the way your cock feels in my pussy. I push down on the top of my clit so that it pushes against your cock. As you slide in and out of me, I can feel every vein, and the well defined ridge. The muscles in my pussy tighten even more around you and I try and play a game with you. I try to tighten my pussy so much that it pushes you out of me. You really seem to enjoy that, and I can only assume that it feels like a virgin pussy. Making myself so tight for you and feeling your cock struggle to remain in my pussy just make me hotter.

I begin to tease my clit by running my fingers in circles over it, pinching it, and pressing on it hard. I slide my legs down from your shoulders and wrap them around your back. This causes you to burry yourself inside me and doesn't let you back out. You roll your hips from side to side, making me scream out in passion. Suddenly you pull back and out of me all together, leaving me frustrated, and feeling very empty. I watch you, waiting to see what you will do next. 

Sitting back on your knees, you tell me to lay on my stomach. Without disturbing you, I quickly roll over. I lay face down spread eagle. I feel you lean forward and start to kiss the back of my neck, and moan when I feel you nipping at it. I feel you leaning forward even more and suddenly realize what your doing. The last time we were together, you found out that I always keep a pair of handcuffs at the headboard of my bed. Once I realized what you were looking for, I try to make it difficult for you. I try to distract you by raising my ass up and trying to push you back, but that only succeeds in burying your cock in my pussy, thus getting a better handle on me. I try and roll sideways, but you counter that by poking me harder with your cock. I try and push myself up with my arms and you just pull them out from under me and put them above my head. Somehow you find the cuffs, wrap them around a pole in my headboard, and though im trying to fight you, you get my hands in the cuffs and secure them. I hear you chuckle to yourself as you realize im helpless to go anywhere. Im bound to my own headboard. 

I feel you lean back and start to run your hands over my back. I relax at your touch and you start to massage my back. I sigh softly and feel your lips on my neck again, licking and sucking, moving towards my shoulders. I melt with your touch and leave my body open for anything. I feel you dragging your tongue in circles over my back, moving them down my spine, and then off to a side over my ribcage. It tickles so much but feels so good. It seems like hours that you play with my back. You even stop long enough to run your hands over my ass and down between my legs to playfully poke a finger into my pussy. Im still dripping wet, and your finger just reminds me of how empty I feel.

I feel you moving around and suddenly I don't feel you on the bed at all. There is a brief moment of panic, but then its ok when I hear your voice. You tell me how beautiful I look splayed out on the bed, my hair all over the place, tattoo on the back of my neck that you just cant stop licking. I hear something open, but I cant place the sound. I feel something drip onto my back in a slow stream. Its not cold, and its not hot. You drip a little more on my upper back and start to rub it in with one hand. I can smell it and realize its the vanilla scented body oil. You must have gotten it from the bathroom. I feel you dripping it onto my upper back, the stream becoming a little more by the time you reach my lower back, and then I feel it running between my ass cheeks and then to my pussy. 

I feel the hand that was originally rubbing the oil into my back, now massaging my ass cheeks. I hear you close the cap of the bottle, and feel both hands return to my body. I feel them slide so easily over my back, then to my ass, slowly pulling my cheeks apart, then pressing them back together. I can feel a very slick hand slide between my legs and play with my oil slicked pussy. I moan in delight as you try and twist my clit in your oily fingers. The sensations im feeling are maddening. I start to rock my hips trying to ride with the rhythm of your fingers. I feel your chest on my back and I wiggle it up to you, trying to make sure your coated with oil too. 

Your hand positions your cock between my legs, and gets it nice and oiled by fucking the space between my pussy and my legs. I can feel the ridge of your cock brushing against my pussy lips, and all I can do is moan. My only instinct it to try and raise my hips to give you better access to my pussy, but every time I do, you just push my hips back down. You reposition yourself and rub your cock all the way from my clit to my ass, and back to my clit again, teasing me. I arch my back to push my pussy up at you. I feel your cock at the opening to my pussy and feel you start to push in, then you pull back out. This time, you poke just the well oiled head in. I try everything I can to impale myself on your cock, but it doesn't work. You pull the head out and rub it around some more. You do that several times and im going crazy. I want you inside me so badly.

Next you place it at my asshole. You circle your cock around my asshole and slowly start to push into me. I relax my back and I relax my ass and let you slowly push it in. The first few seconds hurt so badly, but once the head is in, you stop for a seconds to let me get used to you being back there. Im rolling my hips upward, trying to get you deeper into me, and you push in a little further. I grunt and groan, fighting against the cuffs that hold me a prisoner to my bed. With all the might I have I lunge upwards to meet you and shove your cock all the way into my ass, and I scream out. 

You start thrusting, slowly at first, and as I relax you move faster and faster. I feel as though im about to be split into two, but I want you so badly that I don't care. I do the best I can to meet your thrusts half way. My pussy is sopping wet and I feel an orgasm building as your fucking my ass. I hear your grunts and groans and it just gets me more worked up. You thrust into me and grind your hips against my ass and then pull back, then push back in hard and grind some more. Im breathing so hard, and every muscle in my back is taught. This orgasm that's building seems to be coming from the depths of my body.

I feel your balls slapping against my pussy and slowly starting to move up closer to your body, and getting tighter. Im pulling hard on the headboard and the handcuffs, rolling my hips upward, which rubs my clit on the bed. I loose it when you shove in hard, I scream out and my body begins to quake with a massive orgasm. Every muscle in my body feels like its on fire and I can do nothing but scream with pleasure. I feel your cock grow and get twice as hard. I know your about to cum and I want your cum in my ass. Despite my own continuing orgasm I thrust back to meet you, I feel you getting closer and closer. Finally I feel you thrust in deep and grind against me. As your body tenses against mine I feel you explode inside me, filling me up with your cum. It feels hot and slick inside me, and makes you slide so easily in and out of my ass. One last lunge deep into my ass and we both collapse onto the bed out of sheer exhaustion, with you still on top of, and inside me. You pull out slowly and reach for the key to the handcuffs, letting me free from my restraints. You curl up behind me and hold me close. You whisper sweet nothings in my ear and we drift off to dream together with the oil and sweat of our lovemaking still on our skin.



Together Again



It has been months since I have last seen Kim. Long distance relations are always difficult, but as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder! This is completely true in this case, as I love this woman more than I've ever loved anyone, and I intend to show her tonight when we are finally able to see each other again!

I've finally managed to get some time off after the holiday season, and I'm pulling into her town tonight. It was a long 12 hour drive, but I'm wide awake as I pull into her drive way. Before I even get out of my truck, she is running outside to wrap me up in a great big hug and kiss. We stand there what seems like hours in each other's embrace, so happy to see each other again.

I grab my bag, and we head into the house, hand in hand. She asks if I'm tired and want to relax for awhile, but I have a surprise for her. I tell her to put on her fancy clothes as we have reservations at one of the nicest restaurants in town.

When she finally comes down, she looks absolutely amazing! Her long, curly dark hair frames one of the most beautiful faces I have ever seen. She has chosen to wear a dress tonight, which she rarely does. It hugs her curves deliciously well and she can see the lust I have in my eyes and just smiles at me. I walk up and give her a big kiss and she asks if I'm ready to go.

Dinner was absolutely amazing, but not quite as good as the company I keep. Our conversation is light and lively and we are just enjoying being there together with each other. As we finish our meal, she slides over next to me as we order dessert. She has her hand on my thigh the entire time as I'm feeding her. She leans over and whispers in my ear that she's not wearing panties tonight. I nearly choke as she knows this has always been one of my fantasies. I lower my hand to her thigh and slowly side it up and under her dress. To an onlooker, we just look like a couple in love enjoying dessert together. What they couldn't see was my hand sliding up and onto a very wet pair of lips. I slowly slide my finger between her lips as I feed her another bite and she starts to moan. I remove my hand, taste my finger and tell her it's time to go.

It takes every ounce of will power for both of us to keep things under control as we get home. The second we're in the door, I pull her into a passionate kiss. Holding her head in my hands and running my fingers through her hair. My hands start to slide down her body, and when I reach her ass, I just pull her tighter into me so she can feel the erection I have. That's all it takes for her as she moans even louder in my mouth as we kiss. 

Not even watching where we are going, we finally make it into the bedroom, still fully clothed. She starts to undress me but becomes impatient and just rips my button down shirt right open. I can see the desire in her eyes and I intend to tame that fire. Before I know it, she has my pants undone, and I'm standing there naked and she's still fully dressed. She looks at me and slowly slides down to her knees, taking my cock in her hands. I grab her hands and puller her back up to me. She looks confused, momentarily, but she can also see the desire in my eyes. 

Unlike the rough nature in which she undressed me, I take my time unzipping her dress, and sliding it down her body. I pick her up into my arms and we start kissing again. I gently lay her down onto the bed and lie along side of her. Her hands start to reach for my cock again, but I stop her. I tell her how much I want her, but don't want to have sex tonight. I want to make love to her. I want her to know that she is everything to me.

She just melts into my kiss as my hands are trailing up and down her body. She knows that I am in control and just goes along with the flow. I now start to move my kisses down onto her neck, along her collar bone and back up again. My hands are outlining her breasts and I kiss my way down to them. I work my way down to one nipple and over to the next. I squeeze her breasts together and lick and nibble on both nipples at the same time. 

I start to slide one of my hands lower and she lifts her hips in anticipation of where it will land. I don't disappoint her as I cup her mound. She pulls my head up into another passionate kiss as I start to fondle her. She is very wet and she is ready for me, and I'm ready for her. 

I roll over above her and I look her in the eyes. I let her see my vulnerability and love that I have for her as she feels my cock at her entrance. That look is returned in her eyes as I start to slide inside of her. We kiss again as I fully penetrate her. The connection we share at that moment is like none we have ever experienced. I hold myself inside of her for a few moments before slowly withdrawing. The sensations running between us are amazing. I have never felt more in tune with a person before in my life.

We start to build up the pace, and she is getting close to releasing. I am getting close too and I know I won't last much longer. I hold myself back though, because I won't cum before she does. As she gets closer and closer, I lean down and whisper in her ear how much I love her and we both explode at the same time. I keep pumping in and out until we are both completely spent.

I withdraw myself and lie down facing her once again. I give her a soft kiss and tell her how amazing that was. I run my fingers along her cheek and under her chin. Looking into the eyes of my lover I see complete happiness staring back at me. She is still breathing heavy and just smiles up at me. 

I reach down and grab my suit coat which is on the floor along side of me. She thinks I am looking for my phone, but I grab a small box instead. I turn around and show her the engagement ring and tears start to run down her cheeks. I tell her that I've never wanted anything more in my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. 

She holds out her hand as I slide the ring onto her finger. I start to tell her it isn't much, but she stops me with another passionate kiss. She tells me it's perfect! Before I can do or say anything else, she rolls over on top of me and tells me it's her turn to show how much she loves me. But that, I'll leave for another story...



Together Again



Jim and I first met on August 18, 1986 at Fort Campbell, Kentucky where we were both stationed with the United States Army. I was a single twenty year old private and he was a married thirty nine year old sergeant with two teenage sons. His wife and sons were living in Indianapolis, Indiana while Jim was finishing his enlistment. I was assigned to his cleaning detail for a week. For the first week, Jim and I were just friends and co workers nothing more. On Friday of the first week we were together, we had a half day of work so Jim and I decided to do some sightseeing around Fort Campbell and Clarksville, Tennessee.

After that weekend, Jim and I spent the evenings together mainly just hanging out. We drove up to Indianapolis for Labor Day weekend and also went to Nashville for one weekend. Jim left Fort Campbell on November 22, 1986 because he was retiring from the Army and returned to his wife and sons in Indianapolis. I stayed at Fort Campbell until I was honorably discharged on December 24, 1986. I returned to my home state of Massachusetts.

After both of us got out of the service, Jim and I continued our friendship-affair through letters and phone calls. I do admit that I was not very good at answering Jim's letters. In late June or early July of 1987, Jim visited his mother in Liberty, New York then came to see me in North Adams, Massachusetts for a few days. In July of 1988, Jim and I spent a week together traveling through Vermont and upstate New York. 

In March of 1989, I met someone that I wanted to date but I didn't feel right about dating him because of my relationship with Jim so I wrote to Jim and asked him if we could break up. He wrote back and said yes, we could. After that, Jim and I had no contact at all with each other.

I started working at the North Adams Transcript, the local newspaper, on July 5, 1991 in the mail-press room and met Tony, my future husband, in May of 1992. Tony and I married on September 11, 1993. I am not sure if I was ever really in love with Tony or if I just wanted to have someone to be with. I sometimes also wonder if I wasn't forced into getting married. There were a lot of times during my marriage that I felt more single than married.

During this time, Jim tried to make his marriage work. There were times when he felt like he was only working to pay the endless bills with nothing to show for it. He worked as maintenance for an apartment complex. He and his wife started living separate lives with each of them doing their own thing but continuing to share the house and name. Jim started seeing another woman off and on in March of 1993 while his wife was content with the way her life was.

In early 1999, I got my first computer and got onto the Internet. I had never forgotten Jim nor had I ever really stopped loving him. I started looking for him on the internet but had no luck because I couldn't remember how to spell his last name. In March of 2003, I was going through some photo albums and I came across a picture of Jim in his dress uniform that I had taken shortly before he left Fort Campbell. The picture was clear enough that I could read his name tag so I got onto the internet and looked up his address.

That evening, while at work, I wrote Jim and mailed the letter the next day. Jim received the letter on March 17, 2003 and called me that evening. We talked for a few minutes and set up a time for us to talk on the weekend. For the whole week, I felt like I was on cloud nine waiting to talk to Jim. I knew that I was wrong to feel that way with both of us being married but at that point, I was just looking to renew an old friendship. I did know that our friendship might turn into more.

On Saturday, March 22, 2003, Jim called me and said that he couldn't talk because he was still helping his son to move into his new apartment. I said that's fine because I was going bowling with my family. We agreed to talk on Sunday evening instead. Sunday evening, Jim called and we talked for a couple of hours catching each other up on what had been happening in our lives. That Monday, Jim hooked me up with the America Online Instant Message and we started talking over the internet every evening and on weekends.

Jim told me that his marriage was basically in name only with him and his wife sharing a name, house and bed but nothing more. He also told me that he has a granddaughter. I told him that my marriage wasn't much better and I also told him about my nephew. Jim and I had originally talked about meeting somewhere in New York in August. I think it was in late April that I seriously began to think about leaving my husband and moving to Indianapolis.

I had plans to go to Virginia for vacation in early June with my girlfriend but my car broke down in early May and it took nearly all I had saved for vacation to pay for the car repairs. I was disappointed about not being able to go to Virginia but looking back, it was for the best. One night, after Jim and I got through talking for the night, I was playing a game on the computer before I went to work and trying to decide what I wanted to do for vacation because I didn't want to stay home.

I started looking into bus schedules and fares from Pittsfield, Massachusetts to Indianapolis, Indiana. I emailed Jim with my idea to visit him in Indy for vacation. At first, he wasn't crazy about it because he didn't like the idea of me riding alone on a bus for twenty hours. I reassured him that I had done it before and that I would have my cell phone on all the time, he was okay with it and even reserved my room at a hotel not far from his house.

That evening, I asked my husband if he minded me going to Indianapolis for my vacation. He asked how was I going to get there and what was out there. I said by bus and to see my old Army friend. He replied I don't care. The next day, he told me that I had to chose between him and Jim and that I had a year to decide. I left Pittsfield, Massachusetts on June 7,2003 at 11:40 AM and got into Indianapolis, Indiana on June 8, 2003 at 7:10 AM. I first saw Jim sitting on a concrete barrier at the bus station in downtown Indy just as the bus pulled into the yard. I stepped off the bus, looked him over and asked are you looking for someone?

With that, Jim smiled and pulled me into his arms for a huge bear hug of friendship and welcome which I returned in full. We then went to my hotel room.

Jim and I spent the majority of my vacation together, especially evenings. He was working maintenance and was on call for emergencies that week. I made the final decision to move to Indianapolis during that week and it was the hardest decision I've ever had to make. Not so much because my marriage was that good but because I wasn't sure about leaving my parents, sister and nephew. Jim introduced me to Martha, a friend of his who I was going to live with in exchange for companionship. 

I left Indianapolis on June 14 at 9:00 PM and arrived in Pittsfield on June 15 at 8:30 PM. I told my mother and husband of my decision to leave Tony and move to Indianapolis after we dropped my sister and nephew off at their home. My mother wasn't happy with my decision but she did say that I was an adult and it was my decision. She then asked what would happen if Jim had to make a choice between seeing his granddaugther or being with me and I said he would choose me. My original date for returning to Indianapolis was July 1.

On June 18, I was home and was just laying on the couch around 11:30 AM when Jim called and said he got fired for forcing his way into a resident's apartment.  I said that's not true, you would never force your way into an apartment. We spent the rest of the day talking on the computer. We started talking about changing my date of returning to Indianapolis.

We set the date for me to leave Massachusetts for June 27, a Friday. After thinking and talking about it, I said how about I leave the morning of June 26, a Thursday. The 27th is the date that my mother's father passed away and I didn't want to hurt my mother more by leaving. After talking more, we decided that we would leave our respective cities for Buffalo, New York on the morning of June 25. I was scheduled to work overnight on Tuesday, June 24 but I worked overnight for my boss on Monday, June 23. I didn't really want to stay another night because I knew that I would get too emotional and would be in no shape to drive.

At two in the afternoon on June 24, I called in to work and said that I wasn't coming in and said goodbye. Jim and I were talking an hour later and I said, what are we waiting for? We're both ready to go and we aren't doing anything. why should we wait until Wednesday morning? He said let me make a quick call. He called his wife and told her he was leaving for Buffalo. He called me back and said, Let's go. I left North Adams Massachusetts for Buffalo, New York at 3:30 PM EDT and Jim left Indianapolis, Indiana for Buffalo at 2:30 PM CDT.

Jim and I met at Denny's Restaurant on the New York State Thruway just south of Buffalo at 10:45 PM, ten days after I left Indianapolis on the bus. We spent a couple of days helping his cousin to move and went to Niagara Falls for a day. We left Buffalo on June 28 and got back into Indianapolis late afternoon on June 29.

After our return to Indianapolis, Jim and I started looking for work together and secretly dating. We spent most of our time together and went to several baseball games, a preseason football game, a woman's basketball game and the zoo. We got to know each other better than we did when we first met in 1986 but only because we have had the chance to. In 1986, we didn't spend a lot of time together except evenings and that isn't enough time for any couple to get to know each other.

On August 18, 2003, seventeen years to the day that we met, Jim and I were out putting applications in when we got a call from a cleaning company. We were told to be at their office by 10 AM on Tuesday to fill out an application. We went and had finished filling out the application when one of the ladies in the office recognized Jim. She took both of us into her office and hired us on the spot. We started that evening and worked with this company for two months. 

One evening, Jim and I went to work and were suspended for two days for allegedly making out on a couch in one of the offices. We took the suspension and headed East for the weekend. They decided that they wanted us in separate buildings but Jim and I aren't comfortable with me working in a building alone at night so we resigned.

Jim and I made our affair known to his wife in September of 2003 when she called him one Saturday and asked him to transport a bookcase to a friend's house for her. At first, Jim wasn't going to do it but then we both wanted to have our affair out in the open. He called his wife back and said he would do it but he wasn't alone.

After we loaded the bookcase into Jim's truck, his wife asked him if he would be home for breakfast Sunday morning. He told her taht he wouldn't be home for the rest of the weekend. On September 16, 2003, Jim spent his last night in the house he shared with his wife. He told his wife two days later that their marriage was over. 

On October 22, Jim's wife filed for a legal separation. Jim and his wife have also filed bankruptcy. On December 8, 2003, the legal separation case was changed to a divorce case. On January 2, 2004, I filed for divorce from my husband, Tony and it was final on March 3, 2004. Jim's divorce proceedings are still going with a final court date set for July 23.

In the year that Jim and I have been back together, we've gone to Clarksville, Tennessee to see how much things have changed there since we were both there and we've also gone to Chicago and attended a taping of the Jerry Springer Show. While there are times that I have felt like I made the wrong decision about moving to Indy, those times are few and far between. I've started eating more and have more friends now than I ever did in Massachusetts.

One of our friends is a woman who was born and raised in New Hampshire so I have someone to talk to about New England. I've found that while Indianapolis is a city, it isn't as congested or cramped as New York or Boston. You can go two miles outside the city limits and see a corn field. There are three sports arena within walking distance of each other and also a speedway just a fifteen minute drive from downtown.

Jim has met my family and I've met his and we all get along really well. I feel as comfortable at his mother's as I do at mine. Maybe it's because we were all raised in the country and grew up around farms. Anyway, Jim and I are happy now, happier than we were a year ago.



Together Again



It had been a long drive up the California coast, and I had just got into Hayward and into my hotel room. The room wasn't that great, some Super Seven motel on the outskirts of town. But, I didn't mind, I wasn't there for the scenery. Staying in the room just above mine, room 223, was my best and closest friend John. I had known John for nearly twelve years now, and we were very close. He knew me better than anybody ever has known me. However, since he moved upstate, we hadn't seen each other for a very long time. 

I was so excited I could barely stand it. John didn't know I was coming to see him. I jumped in the shower to rinse off after the long drive, washed my hair, and shaved everything up nice and smooth. (Just the way He liked it.) After my shower, I called John, and we chatted for a while before I dropped the news to him that I was in the room just above his. He told me if I was bullshitting him I'd be in for it, and I just laughed and said that he knew I wouldn't do that to him. He said he was very anxious to see me, but he wanted to jump in the shower and he would be up in a bit.

I proceeded to get dressed, put on a plaid skirt, a bra, a black button down shirt, black stockings and my boots. I lay back on the bed, and immediately started to touch myself. Slowly my hand circled around my pussy. I slipped one finger in, and then two, pushing them back and forth harder and harder. I pressed my thumb up against my clit, and it wasn't long before my already excited body reacted. As I came my body shook, and I fell asleep with my cum leaking out from around the fingers I had still had deep in my pussy.

I woke with Robert grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me to the floor. "It's great to see you My little slut."

"Yes Sir." I replied instantly falling back into the role I'd always had with Him. I was His, I always was His, and He knew it. He had already undressed and I took His cock into my mouth without hesitation. I knew what He wanted. He had told me over many phone calls what He wanted as soon as He saw me next. I sucked His cock hard, rising up from my knees only to get better leverage. He picked up the pace for me pushing His cock deeper and deeper in my throat. I gagged a bit and He let out an all too familiar laugh. 

John pulled his cock out of my mouth and turned around. I stayed kneeling on the floor. When He whipped back around to face me He held nipple clamps in his hand. He attached them to each of my nipples, tightened them until He saw me squirm, and then attached the chains hanging off them to a leash. He turned back around for an instant and grabbed a blindfold. He wrapped it around my eyes and tied it behind my head. I then felt my hands be bound behind my back with a thin rope. 

John said, "Up!" and gave a light tug on the leash. Feeling the nipple clamps pull at my nipples I jumped up to my feet quickly. I stumbled a bit losing my balance and felt my nipples pull harder. I let out a quiet whimper and again I heard His laugh. He turned me around and bent me over the side of the bed. My nipples rubbed against the rough fabric of the bedspread and sent little ripples of pain washing through me. I felt something enter my ass.

I knew it wasn't John, it felt rubbery. It felt like a butt plug. Still bent over the bed I heard the clicks of a camera. I was very embarrassed, but I didn't dare turn and protest. John then took His time lacing ropes around my prone body. When He was done, I couldn't move an inch. I was stuck there, butt plug shoved up my ass, bent over the side of the bed. I was just coming to terms with my predicament when I felt his leather belt strike my ass. "Owwwwwwww!" I screamed. Seconds later John was shoving a ball into my mouth that I felt Him fasten behind my head. Again, I felt the leather on my ass. Barely a muffled cry came out of me. Over and over He whipped my ass with the belt. I tried to squirm, I tried to resist, but I couldn't move and every time I did the belt came down harder. Finally, He stopped. My head spinning I could hear more clicks from the camera.

John removed the gag from my mouth and kissed me deeply. He stuck a straw in my mouth and I took a long drink of very cold water. John then reached down and stuck three fingers deep into my pussy. 

"You shouldn't have pleasured yourself without waiting for me. I trust you won't be doing it again."

"No, Sir" I replied. His fingers quickly pounded away at my pussy.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes Sir," I moaned so close to orgasm.

"Not yet." And He pulled his fingers out of my pussy. "I'll be back later." I heard rustling around like He was getting dressed, and then I heard the door to the motel room open and close. I tried to move but still couldn't budge. All I could do was wait there, tied up over the side of the bed, blindfold, nipples and ass burning, with the butt plug still shoved in me.



Together Again



There was a time when Ryan didn't know if he would ever sit across from Cara again, when he believed that the distance that had divided them–both physically and emotionally–would leave her as the ghost of love that would chase him for the rest of his life, the one he would not be able to recover from. But there she was, the beauty that had haunted his dreams, that he had reached for across an empty bed every morning for the past eighteen months. There she was, her emerald eyes glowing beneath the crack in her stringy brown hair that fell down when he stared too closely at the gentle slope of her cheek, the straps on her flowerprint brown dress. Though she was thinner now, he still remembered every curve of her body, the way her flesh felt flowing beneath his fingertips. He stilled yearned to feel her breath gasping against his neck again, to whisper his love to her as her legs curled around his back. He had had sex with a number of women before, but she was the only one he had ever made love to, and the memory of that experience haunted his waking moments. But the memory of how much it hurt when she left him, saying she was scared of him finding another woman when he moved from Kansas City to Chicago, left him even more terrified of being abandoned yet again.

So when Cara told him that she wanted to give their relationship another try two months ago, he told her that she would have to earn it, that this time he was the one scared of growing too close to her, scared of being hurt. The first time they dated, they slept together within the first week, but, this time, he did not even kiss her until a month had passed, a month of long conversations, her explaining why she left the first time, him telling her how he passed the months without her trying to build a wall between his heart and hers...all to no avail.

Cara knew what was on his mind, as she watched him swallow the last bite of the alfredo primavera he had prepared for dinner, for the first night of the first weekend she was to spend in his new apartment. She saw the distant look in his blue eyes, the way he ran his hand through the slick blond hair that he hadn't cut in four months. It looked to her like he had gone back to lifting weights since she'd be gone, but there was a quality to his face, to his hair, that made him appear to have aged five years instead of one. Sometimes, she worried that she was to blame for that aging.

Ryan smiled at her as he cleared the plates from the table. Cara noticed a slight twinkle in his eyes, as if he was shaking the fears away and moving on with some plan she knew little about. She often wondered how much he wasn't telling her, how much of the hurt that he had experienced he was refusing to let her see, trying to hide his pain so as not to increase her guilt. She had been twenty-one at the time, a few years younger than him, and insecure, worried about the new world that a Kansas boy would find in the Second City, worried that she wasn't good enough, despite how often he told her that he loved her. She never told him that it broke her heart too, that the guy she dated shortly after him was merely a distraction, that she sometimes woke thinking it was Ryan sleeping beside her. But that relationship passed along ago, and she was there, beside him yet again.

"Could you grab the candelabra," Ryan asked, as he pulled two plates of tiramisu from the refrigerator and carried them, along with his glass of Chardonnay, over to the couch. Cara lifted the cinnamon apple scented candles and carried them to the coffee table and took the plate from Ryan, remembering the first time he had cooked for her, all the hope and possibility that she carried in that moment two years ago, when he fixed the exact same meal that he had prepared on that night in Chicago.

They ate the tiramisu in silence, occasionally trading glances. Cara tasted a hint of mint in the tiramisu, something she did not remember from most of Ryan's cooking, but that she knew was an attempt to balance the garlic that he had used in the pasta. Ryan had always been able to guess what she had eaten for dinner by the flavor of her kiss. Of course, in the mornings, he often left her with the combination of toothpaste and orange juice, so he was smart to never complain.

When they finished, they placed the plates on the coffee table, and Ryan reached over to tuck the stray strands of hair back behind her ear. "I miss this," he choked out, almost inaudibly, "Being near you, peaceably, loving you even in the silence."

Cara knew he was remembering the days when they would lay reading on the same couch, but she merely pulled her eyes up from the blue line she had been studying on the couch's fabric to meet Ryan's eyes as his fingers slowly ran along the side of her face, gently, as if he was scared of breaking her. "I'm so sorry," she whispered.

Ryan took her expression in before speaking, his own face twisted with empathy. "If that's what it took to bring you home to me, so be it."

"Am I home?"

Ryan leaned forward, softly kissing Cara, her breath catching in her throat as she felt her lips parting, his tongue scraping across the top lip as it was pulled into his mouth, his own breath falling into her. She couldn't remember ever wanting someone as badly as she wanted him in that moment, as if her soul was aching to feel him inside her. Her hands immediately fell into his thick, blonde hair, pulling him toward her, as she felt his fingers slide across her neck and down the side of her body, causing a slight shiver, until they rested along her hip, an urgent press in his palm, her own tongue cascading into his mouth, as his lips followed the path of his fingers, kissing the side of her neck, then continuing up to the edge of her ear.

"I love you so much," he gasped between kisses. "I've dreamed this moment each night since you've left." His left hand ran along the length of Cara's arm, pulling her hand away from his head, so their fingers could interlock. "I want to savor every moment...but we have to stop."

Suddenly, Ryan pulled himself away from Cara, allowing his fingers to trail against her hand before looking her squarely in the eye. "Trust me," he said with a sly smile, before turning toward his bedroom. Cara sat in shock, not knowing what to do, whether she was even supposed to stay. Then, after a couple endless minutes, Ryan returned, and, without saying a word, scooped Cara into his arms and carried her back to his bedroom, which was lit only by candles, leaving the mixed scent of vanilla and strawberries. All over the floor and across the black covers of his bed lay white rose petals. As Ryan lay Cara in the center of the four-post, cherry oak, queen-sized bed, she turned her head and inhaled the fresh scent of a trio of rose petals that rested beside her cheek.

"All you need to know," Ryan told her as his eyes fell squarely on her own, a blue sky losing itself in an emerald sea, while his finger traveled slowly from her lips, down her throat, between her breasts, and across her navel, "Is that I love you, and I want you to experience that in every possible way." As Ryan's finger fell between Cara's legs, he allowed his hand to turn over and his palm to press firmly against her dress. Cara let out a quick gasp, before pulling Ryan's lips back down to her own and burying her tongue in his mouth.

Cara's fingers quickly undid the buttons on Ryan's shirt, pulling it back from his body, as she felt Ryan pulling her dress down to her waist, his lips beginning to survey her body: her mouth, her eyelids, her neck, her collarbone. Cara scraped her teeth along the side of Ryan's neck, as his lips traveled up her collarbone, rounding her shoulder and along her arm until he was kissing the palm of her hand, the tips of her fingers, as his left hand embraced her right hand, and his right hand ran along her side, beneath her dress, running against her thighs, knuckles pressing through the fabric of her lace panties to the warm mound beneath.

Ryan kissed Cara again, then whispered, "I want to know every inch of your body, every curve that I've loved for so long." Slowly, he began kissing the lower edge of her neck, then the top of her chest, as his hand slipped behind her back, undoing the black-lace bra and freeing her medium-sized breasts, one of which he took in his left hand, while his mouth closed over her right breast, slowly sucking it into his mouth, allowing his tongue to circle around her hardening nipple, before pulling it between his teeth, as his hand took her other nipple between his fingertips, running his thumb across the top, just as his tongue flicked over the tip of the nipple in his mouth. Ryan reversed the process as Cara ran her fingers through his hair, arching her hips up to meet him, while he sucked and pulled on her nipple, before letting it slip out of his mouth, as he gazed up at Cara with a devious grin. Ryan continued allowing his kisses to draw a map of Cara's body, tracing the curve of her flat stomach, the arch of her pelvis, and circling laps around her navel, before he pulled back the tip of her panties, kissing the center of her body, as his chin rubbed against her pelvis.

"Don't stop," Cara moaned, as his lips released her flesh and her panties fell back into place. Her legs parted as she felt Ryan drop her dress over her now bare feet. She lifted her hips and arched her back, her body, bare except for the panties, begging for Ryan to finish what he had started. They had made love many times before, in their distant failed relationship, but she couldn't ever remember having ever been so turned on. Perhaps some other girl had taught him a few new tricks, or maybe he really did desire to learn her being from the inside out. At the moment, it wasn't as important to her as feeling his fingers, his lips, his cock pressing against her once again. She smiled knowingly as she watched him pull his own clothes off, save the blue cotton boxes that draped around his hard, thick cock.

Cara began to pull her panties down for him; however, Ryan had different ideas, as he kneeled to her side, placing his hand behind her back and commanding, "Sit up with me." Cara wasn't sure what exactly Ryan had in mind, but she rose to her knees, their outside shoulders turned to one another as Cara kissed Ryan deeply, the salt from his sweat mixing with the saliva along her lips, both uncaring, as she tried to pull Ryan back down to the bed, but he kept his hand against her back and resisted, breaking free from the kiss, and moving behind her, his knees encircling her own as his tall body rose behind her.

Cara heard a drawer open, then felt a warm liquid on her shoulders and back, as Ryan slowly began pressing his palms against her muscles, massaging her shoulders, the small of her back, and the edge of her hips. Meanwhile, his lips continued to work her neck and her own lips, as she drew him into a long, passionate kiss, feeling their bodies rock back and forth to the rhythm of his massage, his cock sliding against the crack of her ass. Cara had never been one to enjoy being taken from behind, preferring to gaze into a man's eyes as they made love, but, in that moment, she wanted nothing more than to fall forward and feel his cock inside her. Instead, she was held up by Ryan's right hand, once again massaging her breast and nipple, as his left hand slipped beneath her panties. She let out a quick gasp, breaking their kiss, as his middle finger slid inside her pussy, quickly joined by his ring finger, both slowly pumping in and out of her pussy, which was engulfing Ryan's fingers in heat and moisture, soaking the palm of his hand, as her legs spread apart, pushing her down hard upon his hand. Cara quickly forgot about kissing Ryan, tossing her head back and moaning with pleasure, her hair swinging from side-to-side as she jerked her body up and down on Ryan's pistoning hand, his thumb tilted back to rub against her swollen clit as she rose and fell against him. Ryan buried his lips against Cara's neck, kissing her hard as her head twisted, squeezing her nipple between his fingers, rubbing it just as he was rubbing her clit, and pulling her body back hard against him and the cock that pressed against her, tempting them both with what was yet to come.

"Ohhhh, fuck " Cara gasped as her orgasm hit, continuing to let out inaudible grunts as waves of pleasure rocked her back and forth against Ryan's hands. Ryan forced himself not to laugh as Cara screamed. In the past, she had tended to gasp as she neared and reached an orgasm, but he had never heard her utter any obscenities or scream so loudly during sex. He was both proud and amused by the moment, as well as the previously unseen fever that glowed in the eyes shining beneath a mess of now wild hair.

But even if he had wanted to laugh, he wouldn't have been able to, as he once again found Cara's tongue in his mouth, while his hand slid out from under her body. She continued kissing him, as she took his face in her hands and turned around, her body climbing on top of his and pushing him down to the bed, her body straddling his boxer-laden cock, continuing to run her hands through his hair, kissing him deeply, as he trailed his hands along her thighs and ass. Slowly, Cara broke her kiss, letting her body rise straight above Ryan.

"God, you're even more beautiful than I remembered," Ryan gasped, feeling the blood rushing between his legs even more than it had been before.

"You're not too bad yourself," Cara responded with a laugh, as she rocked back and forth above Ryan, while running her fingernails along his torso, watching his pecs and abs twitch with desire as her nails passed along them, then ran out the curves of his hips. Cara lifted her leg, and kneeled beside Ryan, pulling his boxers down and tossing them to the floor. "You're not going to be needing those for quite some time," she said with a lascivious grin before climbing back against his newly freed cock.

Though she was still wearing her panties, Ryan could feel the moisture and heat from Cara's pussy pressing against his cock, making him want to slip her panties off and slide inside her, but when he reached for the edge of the cloth, Cara took his hands in her own and pinned them behind his head. She leaned down and gave him a quick peck on the lips, then whispered, "It's my turn to take control." Softly, she kissed the palms of each of Ryan's hands then placed them to his side. "Don't worry, you can trust me."

"I've heard that one before," Ryan responded with a laugh, being met with a playful slap as Cara leaned down to kiss his chest, allowing her fingers to run down his side, as she pulled his nipple into her mouth, teasingly playing with it in the same way that he had earlier tempted her, before continuing down to kiss his abs, then slowly trail a line of kisses down the inside of his thigh, carefully avoiding the hard cock pointing upwards, as her nails traced the edge of his pelvis on each side, causing his hips to jerk upwards, desperately searching for the mouth that taunted him from inches away. However, her mouth wasn't quite ready yet, as she continued to kiss the inside of his thighs, watching him squirm as the nerve endings became more sensitive, then she tossed her hair back and looked up at Ryan, the candlelight sparkling against the green in her eyes as her fingernails ran down the length of his cock, causing his hips to lift once again, while Ryan gripped at the sheets, forcing himself not to lift his hands from where Cara had placed them.

"Oh God," Ryan gasped as Cara finally placed her lips around the tip of his cock, then slowly slid them all the way down to the base of his shaft. It felt as if all his nerve endings were exploding as Cara continued to run her lips up and down Ryan's cock, closing them tighter with each stroke, then stopping to circle her tongue around the ridge of his cock before lapping the precum off his head, once again swinging back her hair and smiling up at him. Cara then leaned forward again, kissing Ryan's abs, as she took his cock in her hand jerking up and down, as his hips rocked back and forth in motion to her strokes, her hand holding him even tighter than her mouth. Eventually, her lips traveled back down to his cock, sucking the tip in her mouth and letting her tongue run laps around it as her hand continued to jerk up and down the shaft. Ryan could feel the tension rising in his loins, but fought against the ensuing explosion, wanting to last longer, to enjoy the sensations more. Cara once again plunged her head to the base of his cock, letting a deep guttural moan rise from her throat, the vibrations causing Ryan to gasp with pleasure as she also cupped his balls and began massaging them. As her head returned upward, Cara allowed her teeth to trail lightly against Ryan's shaft. Between the feel of her lips and her teeth on his cock and her fingers caressing his balls, Ryan knew that he was about to cum, so, as her head reached it's peak, he lifted his hands, wrapping them around Cara's face and pulling it up to him, where he kissed her deeply.

Ryan's body was screaming for him to allow Cara to finish, but he hadn't had sex in quite some time, in large part because he couldn't find himself attracted to any woman other than Cara for months after their relationship ended, a need to wake with her in his arms quickly surpassing any desire for sexual fulfillment, so he wasn't sure how his body would perform if those months of sexual tension exploded in Cara's mouth, and he wasn't ready to end their love making. Instead, he decided to continue exploring ways to pleasure Cara, quickly allowing his lips to travel the length of her body once again, until he found himself between her legs, mirroring the position she had recently taken above him. And he too decided to take his time, kissing the insides of legs, beneath her kneecaps, along the tensing muscles in her thighs, outlining the edges of her pelvis with the press of his lips before encircling her pussy with a slow line of long, deep kisses.

He too looked his lover in the eye before licking the length of her vagina repeatedly, his tongue pressing deeper inside with each lap as the lips parted, anticipating further pleasure. Cara looked down at him, remembering the many nights they had once spent in similar positions, but knowing the connection, the degree of pleasure on this night was different, so she merely tilted her head back as she felt Ryan's tongue press deep inside her, lapping around the edges of her vagina, searching out the spots that would elicit the most excitement. And when Cara let out a slight gasp, Ryan paused, his tongue flicking back and forth inside of her as Cara's breathing deepened again, the warmth and moisture returning to her, soaking Ryan's face instead of her panties this time. Ryan began tongue fucking her with abandon, his head even jerking back and forth between her thighs, as Cara continued to feel rising waves of passion, waves that suddenly increased in intensity as she felt his tongue flick across her clit. Cara let out a longer, lower moan as Ryan flattened his tongue running it fully across her clit in a manner similar to the way he began exploring her vagina. Then, Ryan locked his lips around her clit, pulling it into his mouth where the tip of his tongue began flicking back and forth across her clit. Cara grasped the pillow behind her head, each breath exiting as a loud gasp, as her knees lifted up and her thighs began to clamp around Ryan's head.

Ryan felt the pressure increasing against his ears, but parted Cara's legs enough to allow his index and middle fingers to slide inside of her as he continued to lick her clit. Cara felt the fingers enter her, then begin throbbing back and forth in a furious come hither motion. Almost unbeknownst to herself, Cara found her feet locked behind Ryan's back and a string of Yesses bellowing from her throat. When she looked down, she saw that Ryan's head was jerking between her legs as he ravaged her clit with his tongue from every angle possible, his fingers doubling the effort with their maddening press inside her, until she was finally pushed over the edge, her hips slamming into his face, his eyes staring up at her face clinched into a yell that surely woke the neighbors half-way down the street.




Together Again



Even as fingers slid from between Cara's legs while her vice-grip on his head relented, Ryan was determined to continue pleasing his lover as his tongue continued swirling around her clit while her body jerked. However, Cara's hands rested against his cheeks as his had on her, and they forcefully pulled his lips to her own. Both were covered in sweat and the taste of the other as their tongues intertwined, arms wrapping around the other, hands in hair, along backs, hips, faces, Ryan's cock pressing firmly against the outside of Cara's pussy, her legs widening, his press growing more insistent as he lifted himself up on one arm and reached for the night stand drawer with the condoms in it. Cara caught his hand and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles as she closed his fingers.

"No," she whispered, "I don't want anything between us tonight." She released her hand and let it travel between their bodies, until it rested against his cock, which she guided slowly inside of her, both of them letting slight moans out as her legs opened for him and her pussy closed around him. Ryan moved slowly at first, worried that he might cum on the first stroke after having forgotten how good it felt to be inside of Cara, who pulled his head down to her own and began kissing him again, lips traveling over one another's faces, hands, necks, eyelids tongues, bodies sliding back and forth against one another as his pace steadily increased until he found himself bucking steadily, her legs lifted around his back, his body tilted up, so the top of his cock rubbed against her clit as he forcefully jerked in and out of her with increasing speed, their moans and gasps increasing in volume, both pushing toward the edge, then...stopping, as Ryan pulled himself out of Cara and moved to the edge of the bed before she knew what happened.

"Come over here, baby," Ryan said, "I want to look you fully in the eyes this time." At first Cara wasn't sure what Ryan meant, then she crawled across the bed and stood before Ryan, who started to tell her how beautiful she was once again, but was stopped by a finger to his lips as Cara straddled him, her feet on the floor beside his, while her pussy slid over his cock, and her eyes locked firmly on his, not moving away for an instant, as she slowly rose up and down over his cock, feeling Ryan's hips beginning to rise and fall in rhythm with her own, a rhythm that quickly increased as the pair shortly regained the intensity of pleasure that they had experienced a moment before. Cara could feel Ryan's cock beginning to jerk inside of her, as her own body began twitching in anticipation of its own orgasm. Firmly, she took Ryan's face in her hands, still looking him in the eyes and whispering between gasps, "I always loved you. That's what scared me so much, scared me away. But I'm not afraid this time." 

As the words escaped Cara's mouth, she pushed even more forcefully into Ryan, causing him to explode inside of her as he let out a scream of pleasure, her own yell matching his own as she found her last orgasm of the night, her own enjoyment melting into his own, as their bodies, their hearts, their souls collided atop a bed covered in flower petals and love.

Falling back onto the bed, completely exhausted, Ryan took Cara into his arms, her body curled up against his own. "I guess you're going to stay this time," he said.

"With sex like that..." Cara trailed off with a smile, before seeing the earnest expression on Ryan's face. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply. "Of course. I love you."

Ryan kissed her back. "I love you too."

"Can I sleep with my head against your heart once again," Cara asked.

"Forever," he responded, pulling her closer to his heart than any part of his body she had touched that night. "Forever."



Together Again



He had thought about her so much that when she wasn't in his thoughts, it felt strange to him. Her image filled his mind and he could hear her voice. He refused to wash the shirt he wore the last night with her. Sometimes at night, he slept with it on the pillow next to him so he could smell her perfume and her scent. He walked in the park where they had played.

He realized he was lost without her.

Days dragged by. His friends tried to get him to join them at clubs. They were worried about him and had no idea of the loneliness that consumed him. He felt like he was in a foreign land by himself. He sought relief from that self-imposed isolation by simply closing his eyes and reliving the time with her. In that imaginary world, it was bright and happy and he felt the warmth of her spirit. There she was with him. So he spent a lot of time there, avoiding all else.

More and more he closed himself off from his previous world, prefering to sit alone on his house. His melancholy grew and grew.

The sun had set without his knowledge or care. The phone rang. He ignored it. It rang again and again, insisting that he answer, so he reluctantly got up and lifted the receiver.

"Hello."

Silence.

"Hello," he repeated impatiently.

He could hear the caller breathing. He started to slam the phone down, but for some reason continued to hold it to his ear.

"Won't you answer?" he pleaded.

"Hi"

Her voice jolted him as if a lightening bolt had shot through the phone. His heart lept and he gasped as he tried to breathe before answering her.

"Hi"

"How are you?"

"I am miserable."

"Me too"

"Why do we do this to ourselves? I feel dead without you."

"I know. Everyone hates to be around me. I am so unhappy. Are you ok? Are you eating properly?"

He chuckled.

"Yes. I am eating ok."

"Good"

There was a pause then, and suddenly they both spoke together.

"I am sorry"

The tension broke and they both relaxed. He sat back in the chair and put his feet up.

"God I miss you. I can't stand this. I need you and can't function without you"

"I know baby. I have been going nuts. I bet I have started to call a thousand times"

"I need you so much. I am sorry I was a jerk."

"Oh hunny, I am sorry too. I don't know what was wrong with me."

"Can I see you?"

"Oh, yes. I can't wait. How soon can you get here?"

"Two hours ago"

She laughed at the familiar twisted and clever sense of humor.

"That's too late. Can't you do better?"

"Ok, three hours ago. I am hanging up now and climbing into the transporter."

She laughed.

"Hurry baby"

They hung up. Both were laughing and excited now. The days of misery were past and they hurried to get ready for each other.

The drive to her house soon ended and he ran to her door. She was there waiting and flung the door open as he rushed into her arms. They held each other as if they were afraid the other would float away if they let go. Their eyes burned into each others and their lips touched. Soft tentative kisses to remind and reaquaint soon turned passionate and then desperate.

They turned their heads so they fit perfect to each other and their mouths were open and hungry. Wet lips and tongues sucked and licked and pressed together. Breaths exchanged, given and taken with a need that could not be explained or described. And this sweet embrace they held each other for minutes that seemed like seconds. But even though their initial needs were sated, they still wanted more.

He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom and lay her gently on the bed. She quickly scooted over to allow him room beside her. He lay at her side, leaning on his elbow. He stared at her and his hands found hers. Fingers intertwined, they kissed again. Soft tentative kisses as before. No rush or hurry. Just soft passion and love almost lost but now regained.

When you lose love, it is worse than never having it. The pain of loss is deep and mean. Diversions cannot make it fade for a time.

For them, those days of misery were past and their minds never even recalled how empty they had been. Now they were full again. Full of each other. Full of the heady joy that only can be felt with someone you love. Full of that liquid feeling that flows through your body and makes your stomach nervous. Full of that calmness that comes from not having to want anymore. Yes, they were indeed full of each other.

He raised up and she put her arm out for him to lie on. Their faces touched. Eyes crossed from being so close to each other. Feeling each others hot breath. Relishing that moment of realization that they were together again. His arm lay across her chest in an innocent caress.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

"I can't do that again."

"Neither can I"

He raised up and kissed her hard. Her arms flew around him and pulled him down to her. They held each other tight as they kissed. The kiss that would bind them together forever and make them one being. The kiss that cleansed out injuries. The kiss that opened the door of their future together.

Their hearts beat fast and hard and they moved to each other in urgent need for more. Both eager to give themselves in an ardor that was unknown before. His hands moved beneath her blouse as they kissed. Her breasts heaved with her gasps and her nipples taunted him with their stiffness. His fingers plied them and rolled and teased them. They never broke that kiss.

Her hands felt his chest, moving in swirling motions against the hair. Her hands brushed against his nipples and she felt them stiffen as hers. Her hand moved slowly down his belly and slid under the waist of his pants. He shifted slightly to allow her better access to her goal. Her hand continued on until it felt the hair and then the hotness of his cock.

He moaned as she covered it with her hand and then slowly closed it around the shaft. She held it and felt the pulsing with grew in intensity as she squeezed tighter. He reacted to her stimulus by opening her blouse and sucking a nipple between his lips. She cooed as he flicked his tongue against the little bud and he sucked it and flicked it again. She turned slightly to him and his mouth opened wide and pulled as much of her flesh breast into it as possible. He sucked her as his tongue swirtled over the nipple.

Her hand tried to stroke his cock but his boxers and pants restricted her, so she worked to unfasten the belt and snap. He raised up and released her breast and slid his slacks and shorts off. His cock danced in the light, enticing her. She grabbed his cock and squeezed it as if feeling the girth and then she stroked the length and pulled it and slapped it and pushed it back down to make it spring back to her hand. She toyed with his cock as if it were a new and needed discovery.

He had been caught up in this attention, but now he resumed his sweet work. Her breasts were needing to be sucked and felt. He lavished his attentons on them. One after the other, he gently bit, sucked, flicked and licked them. She squirmed under his play and her moans encouraged him.

Their touches became more urgent as they released that pent up desires. Her hand stroked his cock with increased speed and her mind was torn between concentrating in the throbbing prize in her hand and the sensations that shot through her chest to her womanness. She could feel the dampness building and then wetting her thighs. These heady sensations and feelings carried her up to new levels of need and she rolled as her nipples were worked by him.

He sat up then and she bent over his cock and stroked so that the head bumped her nipples. She leaned further down and pulled her breasts around his cock, capturing it between her fleshy globes. She raised up as she held them tight around him, then moved back down, stroking his swelling manhood with those soft orbs. He lay back and watched as she smiled in pleasure. He ran his hand across her back down to her waist and tried to reach under her, but could not.

She sensed his need to touch her and she moved her ass toward him. She continued her breast stroking on her knees. Her ass was up in the air and he easily slid his hand between her legs. He first felt the wetness on her thighs. Her excitement was so great that she flowed like a fountain. Her lips were swollen even without touching and as he pressed his hand across the face of her labia, he felt the hotness of her need.

They pleasured each other in this fashion for a time. Her breasts were tight around his engorged cock and his fingers filled her wet cunt. She rocked her ass against his thrusts. Suddenly, she could wait no longer and released her breasts and as they moved apart, she grabbed his cock in her mouth and began to suck as if she was starved. Her lips closed around his shaft and she bobbed her head up and down as she felt his soft swollen head pushing across her tongue to the back of her throat.

She gulped for air and licked the head and then the length of the shaft. Her tongue felt and traced the veins which were raised along the length. Her hands cupped his balls and she felt and moved them as she enjoyed his cock. She kissed the head and licked her wet tongue along and around and up and down his meat and then she dropped her head down onto it, forcing it to the back of her throat again. She clamped her lips tight around him and held him, feeling the pulsing and throbbing against her palate and tongue. She was only vaguely aware of his fingers which still plundered her cunt, as she was lost in the pleasure she was giving him.

He moved closer to her ass, and when he was contorted so that he could kiss and lick her thighs, he propped himself in that position and kissed her ass. His hands pulled her buttocks apart and pressed his tongue against her asshole. He flicked it and pressed it against her puckered little muscle. She groaned louder as he licked between her buttocks and his tongue flicked and stabbed at her. She tried to relax for him. His hands moved from her ass and reached under her. His face was still pressed against her ass as his right hand found her clit. His thumb pressed down on the flesh and rubbed in slow circular motions. He could feel her clit emerging from its protective shroud, seeking more stimulation.

She sucked harder and harder as she now was almost overcome with the feelings he was creating. She fought to stay focused on the cock which filled her mouth as she felt a climax starting to build. As he rubbed her clit, he took his other hand and pushed two fingers deep inside her gaping cunt. He jammed them in and out as she rocked and hummed on his cock. Her moans served to set a harmonic vibration that enhanced the pleasure he felt in her mouth. She moaned and groaned louder and harder as he fingered, rubbed and licked her.

She felt the orgasm building and when she could no longer concentrate, she froze in that position. Her mouth fell open and she screamed as she felt the climax wash over her body. She shook under the strength of that release. He paused and held her tight, unmoving as she started to cum.

When he sensed she had reached the first orgasm, he started to rub her clit again. This time his thumb pressed harder and rolled against the little nub, which now stood up from the flesh. His fingers pressed deeper into her and he curled them up seeking her g spot. He manipulated them until he felt her tense up.

Her cries and moans told him he was near and with a few more curls and soft strokes he heard a gutteral groan emerge from deep in her throat. Her upper body collapsed on the bed, leaving her ass still raised and given over to him. He moved into position as she looked back into his eyes.

His cock head pressed against her swollen lips. He pushed forward and felt it slide into her. She pushed back against him and their combined efforts served to move his cock all the way into her up to his balls. He held still, savoring that sensation of her pussy squeezing around his pulsing shaft. She was the first to move, shifting enough to slide her pussy back over his cock to the base of the head.

As soon as she felt the engorged head between her lips she rocked back against him, forcing his cock back deep inside. His hands moved to her hips then and he gripped them tight as he began to move back and forth. His cock was slippery from her juices and the shaft shone in the light with its wetness as he fucked her.

Slow, long strokes satisfied only for a moment. Then they began to slam against each other, unable to sate their lust without more extreme and violent action. He drove his cock into her with an abandon she had never known. Her mind visualized his cock slamming into her poor pussy as some animalistic throbbing machine, unrelenting and uncaring for anything except the pleasure of the soft tighness of her wet canal.

His mind was filled with that sensation also, but her cries and moans exaggerated the pleasure to him and her pleas and taunts pushed him to extraordinary efforts to own her sweet cunt for ever. He saw himself on her, slamming his maleness into her helpless orifice, and that feeling of unquestioned power and dominance gave him more energy and an even greater need to fuck her harder.

He plowed into her with a vengance and she pushed against him, seeking more. Back and forth they went in that splendid battle of love. Time sped by as they sweated and worked for each other and soon they both knew the satisfaction they had sought as they climaxed together. He pushed one last time deep into her and released his hot seed. It shot deep into her welcoming depths again and again. She lay with her face on the bed, feeling the spurts in her still-sensitive belly. They were frozen like that for a time.

His cock shrank back and he let it slip out of her. Some cum followed and he watched it drip down onto the bed as some flowed down her thighs. He massaged her buttocks as he sat there on his knees looking at her.

After awhile, he pushed her onto her side and lay against her. They stared into each others eyes. It was quiet, except for the cars outside and the clock ticking on the nightstand beside them. They lay there unmoving as dusk darkened the room. Early sleep fell over them and held them for an hour.

He awoke first and smiled at her. She lay still asleep, her mouth open as she breathed. Her coarse, gutteral snoring sounds amused him, but he did not wake her. He was careful not to move and arouse her, for moments of tranquility are scarse and precious and he wanted this scene to last longer.

So peaceful and soft was she. So loving and tender was he. Together, they had faced the dispair of losing each other and the joy of reunion. And that made it all that much sweeter. They were lovers and more and their lives from that night on were what we all seek and dream about.



Together Again



After months of living apart the final flight back to Berlin was taking place for Hans. He had dreamed about this moment for the last six weeks since the last time that he and Gretta and been together. He missed her incredibly as well as his two children who had grown up slightly since he had been away. As the plane bummed in the turbulence he could only focus on the beautiful woman that awaited him at the airport. The last time Gretta picked him up at the airport she surprised him with the sexist outfit he had ever seen and the drive home kept Hans thinking about for the last six weeks. 

"We are now approaching Berliner International Airport, please fasten your seatbelt and put your chair in an upright and closed position," announced the flight attendant.

Hans gathered the only item he brought on board and that was a dozen, red roses that he knew would be special for Gretta. She loved long-stem roses for their dominance, beauty, strength, smell, color, and hint of nastiness due to thorns that would prick if someone where not careful. Hans always thought that the rose was a perfect representation of Gretta for these characteristics. He and he love where now only minutes away from being bonded to one another again.

In the terminal Gretta sat back reading her latest novel of love and conquest. It was 7:35 pm and for now she had no worries. Her parents where at home putting the kids to bed and told her that she could sleep in the next day as the older generation would be talking the children to the zoo. In Gretta's mind she was already in Munich as the house in Berlin was sold, she had a new job starting in 8 weeks, her old job finished yesterday will little fanfare, and best of all her husband would be coming back to her for good. The question on her mind would be whether or not to tell her about the last girl's night out. Tonight was for her and Hans and reuniting themselves. No more e-mails, late phone calls, disturbing job requests, and bitterness about the long hours. Tonight would be simple and trite. 

The plane landed and Hans made his way off and down the terminal. What would Gretta have in store for him tonight? He mind wandered about lingerie, porn movies, sex in the car, or possibly the chance of being intimate in the restroom. Hans couldn't love another human being more than he did his Gretta; she was everything that he could possibly have dreamed of when you first noticed girls. Beauty in the shape of an hourglass body with jet black that now bobbed around her ears. Intelligence that kept him from always being alert to the fact that she pushed him into knowing things that she had little interest in, next was parenthood. She was the mother to his children, guardian to the financial investments, and intimidator to all that would question their integrity. He was a lucky man and he knew it. Now it would be moments until their togetherness.

Gretta observed the sign regarding flight #3521 and noticed that it was at the gate. She would be late as the sitting area was nowhere near the terminal. She panicked and began to run down the hall. What was she thinking, after all the long months without him now she would no be there to greet him? She dressed in the outfit that he purchased in Munich that accented her breasts and waist. She loved when Hans brought her clothes. He always purchased items that she would feel uncomfortable with at first because she didn't think she had a body of a 28 year old but Hans always made comments about her beauty which made her feel appreciated and desired. Her Hans was a man who loved sex with her no matter how she thought about herself. 

Hans approached the end of the terminal and watched as couples hugged one another, kids ran to their parents, and teenagers reunited themselves with their friends. Where was Gretta? He searched in the hallways and behind him to see if maybe she was playing a joke on him. She was not there. He reached into his pants to see if there was a message on the phone indicated that she was running late but again nothing. Stunned! Hans made his way to baggage claim to get his bag. On this day, the day that the long suffering of being apart would be over and Gretta was nowhere to be found. After the initial shock he thought that she probably was creating a plan and Hans would be walking right into it. He was excited again as he thought that he should walk carefully and do what any normal traveler would do. As he stood by the baggage rotunda a figure approached. "Here she comes," Hans said to himself.

Gretta was doing double time just to get to the "C" Terminal to watching the unloading of people. She watched intently to see if Hans had arrived. In the far distance a group of travelers made their way through the concourse. She made it and Hans would never know that she missed his arrival.

Only a mere hundred yards away but on a different level Hans began talking to a woman who was questioning the baggage that he had submitted back in Munich. The woman, Ashley, worked for Lufthansa Airlines in the Baggage Claim department and explained that a cart of bags was accidentally loaded onto a plane headed for Amsterdam and maybe Hans's bag was one of those. Hans played along with the game. Ashley asked for his claim tickets and asked Hans to step to the baggage claim room to complete some paperwork. For a person who just had his luggage lost Hans was more than happy to accompany this fine female to another area. Hans thought that Gretta had gone over the top to get this sort of cooperation with the airline. He was just going to play along.

Gretta stood by the end of the terminal and surveyed every person who walked by and none of them was Hans. Did he make the flight? Finally she saw a group of flight attendants leaving the area and she asked if the flight from Munich had arrived and they told her that it landed and deplaned over 35 minutes ago. She continued to ask if they had seen a blond-haired man in his late 30s. They said that they did notice a person who fit the description and that he had a dozen red roses. The flight attendants told Gretta that they had asked them who they where for and he commented back that they were for his wife and couldn't wait to give them to her. Gretta's heart sunk to her belly. She missed him at the terminal. She turned and walked to baggage claim. She knew that Hans would be disappointed in not seeing her at the gate. Hans loved every time that he flew that someone from his family would be there to greet him. Not today. Gretta ran to the escalator.

Hans walked into the darkened baggage claim room and asked Ashley why it was so dark, she responded that some bulbs had just burned out. "Gretta thought of everything, "Hans spoke to himself. Ashley asked him to fill out some paperwork and of course Hans gladly did but when was the surprise? 

Gretta turned the corner to the baggage area to found nobody around in any of the four claim areas. Where was he? Hans was probably in the restroom and he would be out soon. Gretta waited.

"Is there anything else that you need me to fill out?" asked Hans. 

"No sir we will be contacting you when your bags come in and we will drive them out to your house."

In a quizative look Hans continued, "Are you sure that I am finished here?" 

"Yes, goodnight," responded Ashley and she left through a back door. 

Hans turned and walked out the door. Disappointed he noticed a figure midway down the terminal. With his roses he strolled, disappointed toward the figure. As he approached he recognized the person as Gretta. 

"Hi honey sorry I'm late I must have just missed you upstairs, "spoke Gretta. 

"That's alright I'm just happy to be with you again, "responded Hans. He handed the roses over to Gretta and they left the airport. Although Hans was disappointed with the outcome he was just happy to walk with his wife hand in hand. 

After Dinner

With a few drinks in the both of them Hans admitted that Ashley was part of a large scheme created by Gretta to get Hans into some kinky stuff. Gretta laughed hysterically at the notion that she would sit back and watch her Hans get it on with some clerk. Hans tried to save himself by stating that anything Gretta tried on him that he was committed and faithful to her and that he would never do anything without her. Gretta of course laughed in his face. It was about 1:00 am and they began the drive home, they held hands in the car and Gretta slowly caressed his hand. 

"Pull over there", shouted Gretta.

"What, that's a porn shop, why do you want to go there?" Answered Hans but he did pull into the driveway.

"Hans you always initiate the sex in our relationship and you always are the one picking out the porn in the house. I want to have a turn and see what is available. "Gretta was on a mission and Hans was more than happy to participate. 

As the two lovers approached the door the sign read, The Castle Playground and Cinema, couples welcome. They opened the door and were in awe of the size of the place. Two story, approximately 9800 square feet of just neon signs, DVDs, VHS, and toys. Gretta's mission continued as she firmly asked the counter attendant where the group DVDS where. He pointed to the purple neon sign that read, "Group Sex". Gretta pulled Hans with her. When they finally reached the area she could not believe the amount of selection. MMF, FFM, MMFF, Swingers, Gangbangs, and fetish groups where all represented. The background music was Green Day and the people in the place kept to themselves and their heads where down. Gretta began to look at the titles. Hans didn't know what to do was she doing this just because she felt guilty about being late nor was she serious about being in this place? He figured that he should take advantage of the situation and play right along. "Hans I really liked that Gangbang DVD you left the last time you where here. I played with myself and dildo for three nights straight just trying to get past the first scene. The woman was got fucked by those five guys seemed to really enjoy it. I could never do that, too much stimulation." Gretta continued. Hans was shocked to her Gretta talking like that so openly in a public place. "What do you think of this?"

It was a DVD of a girl with three guys fucking her in all her holes and a person sitting in a chair. The title of the media was "Wife Banged in Front of Husbands #5" The picture was of a woman in white stocking and lace bra around her waist as she swallowed one cock and had another cock in her ass and pussy. She wore high heel white shoes and was focused on sucking this guy's cock. Hans noticed that the guy in the chair was stroking himself as he intently watched the woman. Hans concluded that the woman was the wife and the guy sitting was the husband. "Let's buy this." Insisted Gretta. 

As a purchaser of fine quality porn Hans told Gretta to look at some of the detail. Length of DVD, number of scenes, date of production, condom or not, and additional features. Gretta was shocked to think that there was more to buying porn. "We could preview it if you want." Stated Hans. We just have to get a booth in the back and he guy up front will play our DVD. It will cost us a couple of bucks but then we don't have to buy it if we don't like it. Gretta immediately agree. She was making it up to Hans by being so involved in this porn selection. But Gretta was intrigued with the process, this was not her and the little slut in her was starting to show. Hans made the arrangements with the front counter and pointed Gretta toward the back rooms. Nervously, her and Hans stepped into room 8 and closed the door. It was very small, maybe a 10 x 8 room with a screen. The room had a bench for two and they sat close as the movie started. Gretta had her head tucked into Hans's shoulder and held his hand tight. As the figures on the screen started to undress Hans moved his right arm around Gretta and began to massage her right breast. At the same time Gretta ran her finger tips up and down Han's thigh. The moans and sounds of the porn came from the back of the room as the speakers where loud but kept the mood festive. As the woman on the screen had three cocks in front of her and she sucked on each of them, Gretta unzipped Hans's shorts and pulled out his hard cock to stroke. She couldn't believe that she was actually doing this. Hans smiled.

Gretta watched intently as the sex on the television was getting more intense. She wanted to suck on Hans's cock but that would mean not watching the show and she didn't want to miss anything. Hans stood up and walked behind Gretta and whispered in her ear, "Let's get naked and fuck right here, don't worry there are no cameras." At that time he unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped the bra that held her firm tits. Hans began to yank on her hardened nipples. Gretta couldn't keep her eyes off the woman who now had one cock buried in her pussy and another being forced into her mouth while she sat in a missionary position. Gretta had to relive herself and inserted her whole hand into her lime green pants and began to finger herself. 

A noise emitted from the wall to their right. A hold opened up the size of a large fist. Gretta and Hans watched as a semi-hard penis emerged from the hold. It stuck out from the wall and sat there. Gretta looked at Hans and visa versa. This member poked out and in from the hole. At first Gretta was scared as she thought that maybe people could see the two of them in partial nudity and she felt violated. 

"Touch it." Suggested Hans.

"Are you kidding, you don't know where that has been, "responded Gretta. She couldn't help herself the opportunity to touch another cock when suggested by your husband couldn't be passed. The sex on the screen, her breast in the open, her husbands' cock out, and loud moaning in the background she had to grab a hold. Gretta placed her right hand on the shaft and slowly began to jerk it. The anonymous cock began to grow in size. She couldn't believe the effect she was having on this strange cock but it motivated her and she speed up her stroking. In the meantime, Hans moved his body next to the wall with the strange cock so Gretta could stroke two cocks just like the movie on the screen. Gretta happily accepted the challenge. Two cocks and she worked both equally. Hans was very hard and helped Gretta out of her blouse and bra and tossed them to the side. The strange cock was as hard as could be. Now Gretta leaned forward to suck on Hans. So she sucked on the shaft of Hans and stroked the stranger. Gretta could feel the wetness in her pants and she needed to touch herself but she didn't want to let go. 

Hans pulled his cock out from Greta's mouth because and more watching her stroke another man while she sucked him and he would be cumming. Hans moved behind Gretta to unzip her pants and pull her panties to the floor. Gretta helped this process proceed quickly as she hoped that Hans would push his hard cock into her and he did just that. Hans's cock easily pushed into his wife right up to the balls. He watched her continue to stroke this cock as he pounded away at her sopping wet pussy. Gretta moaned in enjoyment as she finally experienced two cocks, and she didn't have to worry about who it was. She wanted to suck on the cock but didn't feel comfortable with the cleanliness of it. "Do you want to fuck it?" asked Hans. 

She couldn't believe her husband of 15 years would be asking such a question. "How?" 

Hans had purchased a condom at the counter while renting the video. Gretta took hold of the condom, ripped it open and rolled it onto the foreign penis. She turned around in the small room, bent over, and stepped backwards. With her hand Gretta guided the head of the cock into her slit and she eased herself back until she was up against the wall. Now it was his turn. Gretta braced herself as she knew that now this other cock was going pound her. She looked at the screen and watched another group begin their assault on another woman. It pushed forward and then out, forward deeper and then out. Gretta's legs began to quiver as this new cock fucked her pussy hard and extremely fast. Her tits swayed back and forth almost in tone with the fucking she was receiving. Hans stood back as first and just fisted himself. Hans moved forward and put his cock in Gretta's face. She gladly took another hard penis into her mouth. She turned toward the screen it was an identical scene as was being played out in this booth. She pulled Hans out of her mouth because she couldn't take it. She could only stroke because this "new" cock was growing inside of her which only meant one thing. It didn't stop, it grew and grew! Finally she yelled out, "Fuck" and Gretta has a mind blowing orgasm that squeezed this penis and she could feel it jet out sperm into the condom four times. At the same time Hans was triggered to having a load of cum shoot out onto the floor of the room. Gretta stroked her husband until he was out of cum and getting limp. The strange cock eased out of her and disappeared back into its hole. Gretta stood up and she felt light headed almost causing her to pass out. She turned to the screen and saw the woman coated from head to breasts in cum. "At least I don't have to clean up like that." 

Hans and Gretta left the store without buying the movie as they both agreed that they would be back again to preview more porn together. 



Together Again



We've been apart now for several months. We talk on the phone everyday and send one another emails and letters all the time. The letters have really allow us to fill the void we were both feeling sexually. We can talk on the phone to meet our emotional needs but, unless we had phone sex, the calls simply wouldn't do. 

Now it is time for me to come down and see you and the kids. A glorious extended vacation to reconnect with all you and to recharge my batteries. I miss you all so much and you have made it clear to me just how much everyone misses me. None of us can wait for this time together. I have to admit, I have thought about the quiet intimate time we will have together. I have fantasized about your touch and kiss. I find myself waking at night with an incredible erection, as I have just dreamed of you lips wrapping around my shaft. I find myself taking quick little daydreams of me caressing your body, my tongue finding your clit, and you writhing in pleasure. 

All I can think about on the plane is you. I can't stand it. My dick pushes hard against my jeans as I try to shake mental images of us together out of my head. I can't take it anymore. I get up and go to the airplane bathroom. I guess tonight I will join the mile high club, only as a solo. I unzip my pants and my cock fights the material of my underwear to be free. I release it and it is hard, full and ready. My dick is about 6 inches long and about 3 inches in circumference. You remember what is looks like don't you. I take the small travel size bottle of lotion that I had in my carryon and apply a small dab to the head. 

The lotion is cool as it is moved around. It feels so good. I move my hand in circles around the head and slowly down the shaft. I now have my member completely covered and my hand glides easily. I grab my cock lightly, keeping my hand slightly open so it barely brushes my skin. As I stroke myself, my eyes are closed and I am picturing you. You are standing in front of me rubbing your breasts while removing the sexy little outfit you are wearing. It is cut low in the front, red with white fur. Most of it is lacy and I can envision your skin peaking through.

My other hand reaches down and begins to squeeze my balls. In my mind I see you turn around, and show me the back of your lingerie. The outfit cuts low across the back and shows just the top of your butt crack. The bottom of the outfit is cut equally high and the two perfect round globes of your cheeks hang out the bottom. I increase my grip and start to move my hand furiously along my meat. It feels so good every time my hand move up and rubs against the head. My body twitches slightly. I know that I am not far from release. 

I imagine your clothes dropping to the floor and you lay back on the bed. You look at me and your hand moves down to your pussy. You spread your legs wide apart and tell me you can't wait anymore. I am now stroking myself with complete abandon. Suddenly, I erupt. I sit there holding my prick as I go limp. I am amazed at how sexy you are.

When my plane arrives it is about 11:30 at night. You are waiting for me at the gate and we embrace in each others arms. We share a long intimate kiss. Your mouth opens slightly and our tongues entwine. The moment is electric and an intense wave of passion rushes over both of us. We head off hand in hand toward the baggage claim. There is an almost giddiness between us. It just feels right being together. 

As we put my bag into the back of the car I notice one of the middle seats is gone. "Where is the seat?" You tell me that to move some of the kids' Christmas presents you took it out and put it in the shed. We drive off and I have your remind me of which way to go. We start talking and laughing and soon I find your hand on my thigh. While driving down the road we continue our conversation while you rub my thigh. We take the exit and begin heading down the back road to our house. It is extremely dark. You can't see two feet in front of you without the lights. You tell me to make a left at the next street so you can point out a house. The road is even darker and completely deserted. Not only are there no people on this road, there are no houses. It is a dead end. I turn to you with a curious look on my face. "Let's get in back," you say.

Excited we move to the back of the van. I can now see a small bag hidden behind the other middle seat. It appears to have a couple of towels and who knows what else. We sit back on the bench seat and begin to make out. As we sit next to one another, our mouths meet in incredible passion. My hands frame the side of your face, and we continue kissing. We haven't been like this since we were teenagers. My hand begins to work downward and I start kneading your breast through your T-shirt-shirt. God you feel good. While I work on your breasts you move your hand around my waist and rub my side and back. I can't control my desires any longer and begin to pull your shirt up. You lean back and quickly pull your shirt off and throw it to the side. You look magnificent. Leaning forward, you practically rip my shirt off me. Your mouth moves in and you begin playfully biting my nipples. 

I now reach around, and unhook your bra. With your breasts free I begin to massage them with both hands. Your tongue has proven to be a distraction as it darts across my nipples. I then lean you back and move down to kiss your breasts. Moving from breast to breast I lick and suck on your nipples. My tongue makes ever increasing circles along your areolas. You look so good. I can feel my dick throbbing with anticipation. After several minutes of my oral attack on your breasts you pull away.

You have me sit back and spread my legs. You get on your knees on the floor of the van and position yourself between my opened legs. You undo my jeans, as I lift my ass you pull them free. Now I sit here in nothing but my underwear. You start licking my inner thigh. This is driving me crazy. I try to position myself so I can touch you but you just push me away. "Just sit back and enjoy this" is all you say. With that I sit back and close my eyes. You continue to lick my thighs. Your hands moving across my stomach and chest. My hard on is now straining to break free. You move your mouth in and begin licking the small area between my leg and groin. You know how much this drives you crazy and now you can see it has the same effect on me. I twitch and my cock jumps with anticipation. You continue moving toward me and finally take my cock into your mouth through my underwear. God the teasing is torture. It is great torture though. You then have me lift up again as you pull my underwear off. My prick springs free and almost hits you in the face. We both kind of chuckle at that. With no notice you suddenly swoop down and engulf my entire cock. Oh, I almost erupt immediately. Somehow though I manage to hold back.

You have me all the way in now and you begin to move your tongue around. Your hand finds my balls and the patch of skin below them. I am in heaven. I can barely stand the intense pleasure that I am feeling. As you move your mouth up and suck on the head, your hand takes hold of the shaft and begins to stroke. I warn you that I won't last long if you keep this up. You then release me and straddle my lap. I don't enter you, rather, my penis is nuzzled between your pussy lips. It is wet and hot and all I want to do is enter you. We continue to make out like this, lost in time. Our bodies pressed together and the heat from our groins burning with desire.

We can deny ourselves no more. You raise and grab hold of my cock. Positioning it, you lower yourself onto me. Sighs of pleasure escape both of our mouths. The feeling is incredible. I reach around, and grab your soft ass cheeks. You lean forward as I begin rhythmically thrusting in and out of you. We start out slowly. Inch by inch you feel me pull out of you and then I slowly lower you back onto my tool. The motion is pure ecstasy. God your pussy is so hot and tight. You are squeezing my cock and making it throb more and more. 

You then climb off and turn around. You now lower yourself back down and begin riding me reverse cowgirl style. You take control now and begin quickly moving up and down me. Your body slams in mind as we lose all inhibition. You move faster and harder as you slam into me over and over. Suddenly your muscles contract and you scream out. Your breathing is shallow and you say harder, faster. I meet each of your downward thrusts with an upward thrust. Suddenly, I join you and we scream and moan together. You feel a sudden warmth as I bath your insides with my seed. We collapse together and I hold you tight in my arms, kissing your neck. We have now officially christened the van. After we clean up, we continue home. Settling in, we both realize, we are not done with our encounter and start anew.



Together Again



She could see her own hand shaking as she reached for the car door handle. She was nervous, excited, aroused ... and so much more that she couldn't even put words to. Her black heels splashed in the puddle of rain next to the car. The cool droplets falling from above clung to her skirt and the sweater. Despite the cool temperature, she knew her cheeks were flushed when she opened the passenger door of His car. 

Smiling, she slipped into the front seat, nervously crossing her legs and tugging down her skirt. He smiled at her and made her head spin. He leaned toward her and she took the cue and pressed close, hugging Him tight, somehow preventing herself from clinging. She was glad He couldn't see her close her eyes and that He couldn't hear her thoughts, the thoughts that spoke of her need for Him, for this connection, the physical connection that she often ached for. 

As they pulled apart she looked up at Him and they softly kissed. She felt herself melt. A soft sigh escaped her lips. She had been thinking about this moment for two days. She cherished the moment, absorbing it, imprinting the feeling of His touch, His kiss, in her memory to be recalled later when she longed for His touch again. 

She sat back in her seat, holding her own car key in her shaking hands, absently playing with the keyring. He teased her a bit about how pink her cheeks were, which of course, only made her blush another shade of red. They talked for a few minutes of seemingly trivial things and she knew He was waiting for her to relax just a bit. 

"Do you like Your necklace?" He asked her with a smile. 

She was wearing the gold chain He'd given her, something she treasured. Smiling, she said "i do."

And then He asked the question she'd been waiting for. "Did you wear panties?" 

She looked over at Him and then lowered her eyes. "Of course not," she said quietly. He had told her one requirement of T/their meeting was that she should not wear panties ... and that she should be prepared to prove she hadn't. He stared at her until her eyes met His. He didn't say anything for a moment. She squirmed a bit in the seat and half whimpered "what?" knowing exactly what He wanted. 

"You have two options little subbie. Either show Me or hand Me the panties." 

"But i didn't bring them," she said, her hands still nervously toying with the keychain. 

"Well then I guess 50 percent of your options just went away," He laughed. 

She looked up at Him, took a deep breath, set the keys down on the console and shifted in her seat. She scooted her ass to the edge of the seat and turned herself toward her Master a bit as she pulled her skirt up around her hips and spread her legs. She felt the heat in her cheeks as she sat exposed to His gaze. 

She gasped as His hand moved over her stockinged thigh and His finger pressed against her cunt. "Oh my you're wet little subbie," He said as His finger pressed between her already dripping lips and teased her. She didn't think she could blush anymore. 

She tried to look up at Him but couldn't make herself. Something about being so exposed, knowing that He knew how it aroused her, knowing He could do anything to her, made her blush and tremble at the same time. She knew He sensed the struggle she was having between embarrassment and the need to please Him. 

In that voice that made her world turn upside down He said her name and then "Who is your Master?" 

Her eyes met His. "You are Sir," she said breathlessly as His finger continued to rub against her clit. 

"Who owns you?" He asked. 

"You do Sir," she whimpered as His finger pressed harder. 

"Whose clit is this?" He asked as His finger flicked over her hard, aching clit. 

"Yours," she whispered. His finger slid down a bit, making her breath catch and her body jolt. 

"And whose cunt is this?" He asked her. 

"Yours," she replied on a moan. His finger slid a bit lower still. 

"And this ass, whose is it little subbie?" He asked her, watching her intently. 

"Yours," she whimpered. 

"And what are you willing to do for your Master?" He asked her, already knowing her reply. She didn't disappoint. 

"Anything," came her whispered response. 

"Are you sure little subbie? Anything? That's a big offer. What if I asked you to give me a blowjob right here in this parking lot?" He asked. 

She looked up at Him. She bit back the reply she wanted to give. Her thoughts said "yes please, let me suck Your cock Master, let me taste You, let me please You." Instead, her eyes held His as she answered, "If that's what You want, yes." 

"And if I wanted to count down and have you cum for Me?" 

She quivered at the thought, the mere idea of His voice counting her down driving her close to climax. "If that's what You want, yes," she gasped. 

He sensed her struggle to keep her eyes on His again, and told her to close them. She did so as His hand moved up and His fingers played with His clit and cunt. She began squirming in the seat as He played with her. He continued touching her, watching the need grow, fanning the flame. "5... 4..." She squirmed more with each number, her moans growing louder. "3... 2..." She could feel Him watching her even with her eyes closed. The closer He got to zero the tighter each muscle in her body got, aching for release. "3..." She whimpered as He teased her. "4..." She bit her lip to keep from pleading as His finger moved faster. "3...2" She held her breath, half expecting Him to go back up again. "1..." Her breathing became gasps as she struggled to hold on, as He tormented her by waiting. "0... cum," He commanded and she moaned and cried out, arching as she climaxed, calling His name. 

His hand never stopped playing with her cunt and clit. "I want another," He told her. She obeyed and released again, offering the climax and herself to Him by calling out His name. And still He didn't stop. "Another," He commanded. He alternated between rubbing her clit and cunt and pinch her full cunt lips between His finger and thumb until she gasped. Her hips moved, pressing her against His fingers. "I want another ... now," He growled. She cried out, His name again the only word formed as she came for Him. 

Just then another car pulled in the parking lot, and He asked her to sit up and open her eyes. She struggled to focus and breathe. She tugged her skirt down. As they talked and shared stories, laughing and just enjoying being together, she reached for His hand. She needed to touch, needed in some small way to share her love with Him in a tangible sense. 

Just as she hadn't noticed the car arrive, she didn't notice the other car leaving because she was so focused on Him and the conversation, but He noticed. "They're gone," He said as He smiled over at her. She grinned and just looked back at Him. They waited each other out. 

"And what does that mean?" she finally gave in and asked. 

"I want you back the way you were and I want to continue what I was doing," He told her. She quickly slid back down in the seat, spreading her legs for Him, pulling up the skirt to display His cunt to Him. 

"Who owns you little subbie?" He asked her again as His hand moved to dip into her wetness. 

"You do Sir," she replied on a small sigh. He flicked a finger over her clit and then teased her cunt before His finger pressed against her ass. 

"I was a bit surprised by some of the things you wrote in your email earlier this week. I didn't realize how much you enjoy this part of our play," He told her as His finger teased her ass. 

She felt like she couldn't breath. Her entire body felt as if she'd shatter into a million pieces. There were no thoughts. All she heard was His voice and her own ragged breathing. 

"Could you cum from this?" He asked her as His finger pressed just a bit harder. 

"Yes," she quickly replied. She knew she'd even beg for it. 

"Promise?" He teased her. 

She was already so close to that blissful edge. "Yes," she groaned. 

"Then cum," He commanded her. 

She cried out, His name on her lips as her body tightened and exploded. Her hips pressing up just a bit, wiggling against His hand. 

As she started to come back down, letting her breathing begin to return to normal, she felt Him shift in His seat. The moan caught in her throat as His fingers slid into her ass. She bit her lip to stifle a small scream of pleasure as He pressed them deeper and began fucking her. She had to consciously keep herself from pressing back against His hand, from fucking Him as much as He was fucking her. She writhed in the seat, whimpering as she struggled to hold back. Just when she thought she couldn't control her body any longer, He told her to cum. Her nails dug into her own palm as she came hard for Him, arching and moaning His name. He eased His fingers out as she tried to steady her breathing. "Keep your eyes closed," He told her as if reading her mind. She, of course, obeyed. 

She didn't have to wait and wonder why for long. His fingers traced along her inner thigh. Gentle, soothing touches. 

"Who's My little slut?" He whispered. 

"i am," she sighed. 

"Who's My good girl?" He asked. 

"i am," she whispered. 

"Yes, you are," He replied just before His open palm came down on her inner thigh. She gasped in shock and from the sting. Her body jolted. She loved that He understood how pain brought her such intense pleasure. 

He alternated between gentle caresses and sharp, stinging slaps, keeping her guessing, her mind reeling. Then He moved to play with her nipple through the fabric. Pinching and tugging until she was moaning ... and then several successive slaps to her sensitive inner thigh. She wiggled in the seat, the burning sting of her thigh seemingly tied directly to the burning need in her cunt. His hand moved back to her hot, wet cunt and He commanded her to cum for Him for the final time. Her cry of "Master" seeming to echo in her own head as she released. 

She slowly came back to her senses to hear Him whisper "Deep breath pet." 

She sat up and pulled her skirt down, then brushed her hair from her cheeks while breathing deeply. She smiled at Him, wishing she had words to tell Him what this time together meant to her ... what He meant to her. He smiled, and she whispered the only words that mattered to her in that moment ... "i love You."



Together Again



It has been almost two months since he saw her. He could not help the desire that was burning deep within him. His shaft throbbed uncontrollably as he drove to meet his lover. He'd been driving for over an hour and his overpowering lust made it almost uncomfortable.

He saw her car as he pulled into the drive. His heart raced as he closed the door to his SUV and walked to the door. The door opened even before he knocked...she had been watching, waiting for him to arrive. As soon as the door closed behind him, her arms were around his neck, her lips and tongue found he mouth. With eyes closed they savored the taste of each other.

Her hands slid down his back and begin to pull his shirt over his head. He complied by lifting his arms, making the shirt easy to remove. She then went for the button of his jeans, swiftly undoing it and opening the zipper. In one motion she slid down his jeans and boxers exposing his harden manhood. He stepped out of his clothing and her tongue darted out and licked his tip as she stood up. 

Again her arms went around his neck. His arms wrapped around her waist, but only briefly. His hands began to roam her body. As his hands moved down, past her waist, over the curve of her butt, and to the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing, he was delighted to find she had on nothing under it. His shaft leaped with excitement. 

Slowly he backed her to the edge of the bed and gently lay her down with her legs over the edge. He began to kiss his way down her body. He purposely made his progress slow and methodical. Her legs parted, opening herself to him as he reached his goal. His tongue brushed against her outer lips causing her to gasp. He settled between her legs, his mouth covering her. He inhaled her sent and explored her with his tongue. He gently held her in place as her hips begin to rotate as she made love to his mouth while his tongue delved into her wetness. Her moans of pleasure became to grow in frequency and volume. He felt her hand rest on his head and held him where his mouth and tongue would be focused on her clit. He played with her, making long slow licks across her clit then gently sucking it into his mouth. Each time he did this she would trust herself a little harder into his face. This continued until she let out a loud moan and her body was rocked by a series of tremors. He felt her womanhood come alive and pulsate as orgasm over took her.

He pulled away from her and eased his way up her body. Until now he had put all his efforts into pleasing her, but now his own lust had to be appeased. Her orgasm hadn't quite subsided when she felt his shaft touch her opening. Her hips involuntarily rose trying to position him so that he could enter her. In doing this her lips slid up and down the length of his shaft covering it the wetness that her body continued to produce. She reached for him, taking hold of his hardness and pulled him into her. At the same time her other hand found his butt, pulling him in. She could feel how hard he was and wanted him deep inside her. 

He needed no encouragement. As soon as his tip found it's mark he entered her fully with a single thrust. The sudden invasion caused her to gasp. Her legs spread a little wider to take his girth. Her hands cupped his ass and she bit into his shoulder as he repeatedly drove his shaft into her. This was no slow easy love making. It was raw passionate sex between two lust driven people. He was so hard and loved her so deeply she cried out. Each time he withdrew only the tip remained inside her so each inward thrust was like the very first, filling her completely, touching the very core of her.

No words were spoken between them. The only sounds were their sounds of passion and the bed rocking from the force of their love. She could feel him harden even more and she knew he was close. She tried to hold off her own orgasm so they could climax together, but she could not. The wave of ecstasy swept over her and she cried out yet again. Her womanhood pulsed around his shaft, gripping the releasing, milking him and suddenly sending him over the edge. With one final deep thrust he too came. She felt him explode and his warm seed filled her. 

For what seemed like forever they held each other, recovering. Both bodies continued to throb and the occasional tremor would rock one body then the other. She kissed his neck and as their senses returned, their eyes met. The look of pure love showed in both. 

He rolled off of her and they wrapped up with each other under the comforter. They spent the next half hour or so gently kissing one another, their tongues exploring the other's mouth. Then, they slept.



Together Again and It Feels SO Good



I'd been waiting for this moment for months. He was away at graduate school studying molecular biology, and the only time I saw him was when we Skyped every Tuesday night. Six months, three weeks, two days since I've had sex. It's a damn good thing I had my toy drawer to fall back on. It never, ever let me down.

He should be home in about an hour. I lit a cinnamon candle, turned off the lights, and slid into the warm bath. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but I hadn't for a week; I was determined to save all of my sexual energy for Noah. I lay back in the tub and stared at my ring, thinking of all the memories it holds... Noah's proposal, our wedding day, our dedication to each other, all of the times he's made love to me, and how amazing it is every time. I miss him so much. I couldn't move to Arizona with him because I was just starting my career here. He didn't want to leave, but I told him I'd be here when he got back, and I knew he'd regret not going... The last time I saw him plays through my mind as I dry my legs.

"I love you." He stands in the doorway, caressing my face.

"I love you, too." I say, leaning up to kiss him. His lips are so soft, so inviting.

The cab horn blows from behind us.

"I have to go..." He grabs my hand.

"I know." I frown.

"I'll be back soon. It'll feel like no time at all." He kisses me on the forehead before letting go and heading toward the cab. The last thing I got to see was his ass walking away... that fine, fine ass. Suddenly, I'm distracted from my daydream by the ping of my phone. A text from Noah.

Just got off plane. Can't wait to see you. Be there soon ;)

His words make me tingle. I feel myself get a little wet, and then realize I have almost no time to finish getting ready. I brush through my chestnut brown hair, put on some red lipstick, and a matching baby doll; red satin with black lace trim and a matching thong. The dark color is a nice contrast to my pale skin, and my breasts look huge. I had a pretty nice body anyway, 34 B and a typical hourglass figure with long legs. I finish admiring myself and spray on some perfume. I look hot! Just then, I hear the front door unlocking. Perfect timing!

"Jess?" I hear his deep, sexy voice from the hall.

"In the bedroom." I can barely get the words out, my legs feel like gelatin. As he opens the door, I see him for the first time in almost seven months. I take in the sight of my man, and he looks good as ever. He's still as tall as I remember; his 6'1" frame always makes me look like a shrimp when we're together, and that thought makes me smile. Arizona has obviously been good to him, he's got a slight tan, and some natural highlights from the sun. His brown eyes are full of lust as they meet mine.

"You. Look. So. Hot." He enunciates every word, making me melt.

I thought when I saw him I would immediately rip his clothes off, but I'm so overcome with emotion that I start crying.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I feel his arms wrap around me. He's definitely been working out.

"I missed you so much, baby." When I look up at him, he's smiling down at me, and my tears go away as fast as they came. Our lips meet, and it's absolutely electrifying. I wrap my arms around his neck and jump on him. He holds me up with his hands on my ass, and I wrap my legs around his waist as our kiss deepens.

"I waited for this forever," He mumbles in between breathes. "I didn't think it would ever come."

"It did, and now you will." I giggle, breaking away from his lips, and trail kisses down to his jaw, and then his neck. He lets out a deep, animal-like groan when I reach his throat.

"You are the epitome of sexy," He throws me down on the bed and gets on top of me, lifting up my shirt until my breasts are visible. The air makes my nipples harden almost immediately.

"Lift." He points to my arms so he can pull my top off, and throws it into the darkness. Before I even have time to see where it went, he takes one of my nipples into his mouth. He knows how much I love this. His free hand is rubbing my other nipple and it makes me moan so loudly that I throw my head back. I feel like I'm in my own little world, until he stops his torture of my nipples. No!

When I open my eyes, he's rubbing my sides. "I've missed these curves." He kisses my navel, and each hip. I can't stop giggling like a schoolgirl, he knows this is so ticklish.

"I see an inequality in the distribution of clothing here..." I look up at him through my eyelashes.

"Using logic, are we?" He rips off his shirt that I head earlier unbuttoned, and throws it on the floor with mine while I start on his belt buckle. I reach down to undo his zipper and for the first time in what seems like forever, I feel his erection. Oh my God.

"Let's get these off." I reach for his waistband.

"No." Instead, he pulls off my thong and holds it up to his nose. "You smell so amazing." He discards my panties on the floor with the rest of our clothing and gets back in bed, naked. Opening my legs, he leans down and kisses the insides of my thighs.

"I want to taste you." He blows on me... there. He opens my lips and dips a finger deep inside me. It makes me moan so loudly.

"God you're so wet."

"Fuck me please!"

"Not yet." He gives me a devious smile and licks my clit, and I swear I almost blacked out. He's always loved going down on me, but this time he ate my pussy like it was going out of style.

"Oh God! Yes baby! Yes!" He always got that reaction from me when he stuck his tongue inside me. He would go back to my clit, suck on it, licking it, flicking it, sticking his fingers inside me, and then lick my entire slit, sucking my inner labia into his mouth.

"Ooooooh yeeessss! Fuccccck!" I grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pushed his face into me, riding out my orgasm.

"Holy shit! That was fantastic." He rose from between my legs, grinning from ear to ear, his mouth covered in my juices.

"You are amazing." I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting myself. Damn I taste good.

"Are you ready for this?" I could tell he was serious about fucking me after how long it had been.

"Give it to me good." I winked at him, and just like that he sank into me. For the first time in so long, I felt full. Literally and figuratively.

"Oh God. Yes. Shit baby." His thrusting got faster. Leaning down, he placed kisses all over my faces and went to nibble on my earlobe.

"Mmmmm. Yes baby! Harder!" As if on command he went as deep and hard as he could.

"You're so tight baby. I love it!"

"Ugghhrnnmm! Yesssss!!!! Baby!! Ooohhh!!" Just like that, all of my sexual tensions exploded. And once again, as if hearing my pleasure was a command, he let out a grunt and came inside me.

"Holy fuck. That. Was. Amazing." He collapsed next to me on the bed.

"Definitely." Was all I could mutter.

"I love you." He kissed my forehead and pulled me onto his chest.

To be continued ;) 



Together Again and It Feels SO Good Ch. 02



I awoke at around 3 a.m. to Noah's erection pressed into my back, and his hand on my pussy, rubbing in lazy circles. I craned my neck to see he was still sleeping. Horny bastard couldn't get enough, even in his sleep. I thought I'd take advantage of the situation, so I put my hand over his, bringing his fingers right over my clit, rubbing with the perfect pressure. After a few moments, I felt him shift, and his hand moved to my breast.

"This is a nice way to wake up." He placed kisses all over my shoulder blades.

I turned to face him, taking his face in my hands and kissing him hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, and it made me moan.

"Actually, you woke me up. You horny fucker." I winked.

"I don't hear you complaining." He climbed on top of me.

"Believe me, I'm not." I smiled.

"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen." He caressed my cheek.

"And those eyes. I missed those eyes so much." He kissed between them. Putting his weight on one hand, he brought his free hand up to my hair and caressed it, kissing my forehead.

"I love you so much, Jess. I'm so lucky to have you." I felt a tear escape my eye and he wiped it away.

"I don't know what I did to deserve you." I choked out through tears.

"And I you, my love." He trailed kisses from my forehead over to my ear, nipping at my earlobe. Feeling his warm breath on my skin made me tingle in an incredibly sexual way, and I felt myself instantly get wet.

"Please fuck me." I breathed.

"In time." He whispered in my ear. Kissing and licking my neck, he was driving me absolutely crazy.

"Noah, please!"

He placed a finger over my lips. "So anxious." He brought his mouth to my throat, knowing how much that made me want to fuck him. Then I got it, he was going to make me wait as long as possible.

"Your skin is so soft." He took his sweet time nuzzling my chest, before he finally got to my breasts, kneading one, he took the nipple of the other one in his mouth, making me cry out.

"Ugghhh, please! Noooooaaahhhhhhh..." My voice trailed off as he tugged my nipple between his teeth, reaching down to caress the line where my pubic hair would start, if I had any.

"What do you want?" He stopped everything, looking up at me.

"For you to fuck me!" I screamed.

He laughed. "Just enjoy it. You're so beautiful when you come, and I want to make sure you come hard." Just the thought made me tingle everywhere.

Without warning, he opened my legs and started attacking my inner thighs with kisses and licks, before dipping a finger inside me.

"Wow. You're really wet." He seemed shocked.

"I've only been begging you to fuck me for an hour!"

"Be patient."

"Can I at least suck you?"

He shook his head. "This is about you."

He inserted a second finger, while spreading my lips open and flicking my clit with his tongue. He always moaned when he tasted me, and that turned me on more than anything else. He licked up and down my slit, motioning toward himself as he fingered me, hitting my G spot every. single. time. By the time I was ready to come, I was pretty much incoherent.

"Mmmm, Noah. Yes. Yes, yes yes!"

"You like it when I lick your pussy?"

"Yes babyyyyy!" He blew on my clit and that was it. I exploded.

"Oh Gooooddddd! Yes! Fuuuuuuuuuck meeee!" As I rode out my orgasm, he kept licking my clit, and thrust his fingers harder. Within seconds, I was coming again.

"You are so incredibly sexy." He kissed me, and I tasted so good. His entire mouth and chin were covered in me, and it made me giggle.

"What?"

"You. I love you." I kissed him again, tasting the sex and sweat.

I sat up, pushing him down and grasping his cock.

"What are you doing?" He looked concerned.

"I'm going to suck you until you come as hard as I did." I lowered my mouth onto him, but he stopped me.

"No." I'm sure I looked upset, because I kind of was. I'd never met a man who didn't love having his cock sucked, and I'd certainly never been rejected.

"I want to come inside you, not in your mouth." He grabbed my hand, releasing his cock from my grasp and pulled me up to kiss him.

"Fine," I pulled away. "But I'm getting on top."

"No complaints here." He put his hands behind his head, and watched me lower myself onto him. When he was completely inside me, I audibly gasped.

"I love watching you baby, you're so hot." That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started lifting myself so that only the head was inside me, and then coming back down. Every time I did, it was almost a shock to my body. He was so big, and I loved the way he stretched me.

"God, you're so tight." He had his eyes closed, and I knew he was close. I put my hand over his heart to feel when it started beating quicker, a way to tell how close he was. He put both of his hands over mine, and started thrusting up to meet me. His cock was slightly curved forward, which made me come so hard in this position, and I was so close I could taste it.

"Fuck, yes! I love your pussy. Nobody can fuck like you." That was all I needed to hear. I started moving my hips in a circle and leaned down to kiss his neck.

"I love you." I whispered into his ear, and it completely set him off. He came with a loud, primal growl, and thrust up into me, trying to get out every last drop.

Feeling his hot cum inside me sent me over the edge, our orgasms only seconds apart.

"Ooooooooh baby, yes! Yes! YES!!!" I exploded around him.

Completely wiped out, I collapsed onto his sweaty chest, listening to his heart beat.

"I love you," He pulled the blanket up around me. "More than you could ever know."

I tried to say it back, but I drifted off to sleep before I could form the words, completely comfortable, in the arms of the man I love. It doesn't get much better.