A Picture is Worth 1000 Words

[lakesailer_mi]

They say a picture is worth 1000 words, but many of us here want the words. So here is the idea folks. Find a picture or quote or anything that moves you. That grabs you. That makes you think. Something that inspires you. And write a vignette.

A vignette is a short piece of writing meant to describe a character, a place, an experience, or a feeling. Vignettes are more focused on vivid imagery and meaning rather than plot. Obviously, given we are on lit, these feelings are likely to be highly erotic. But it doesn’t have to be. Tell us “the rest of the story” or enough to arouse and excite us too.

@Indiesoul and I will serve as "hosts" (although I'm not sure exactly what that means). We envision this as serving three purposes. First, to read some fun, sexy, creative stories from the wonderful minds we see and love here. Two, as a safe place for people who want to dip their toe into writing. Finally, as a place where those of us who like to write can whip something off quickly (and, if you later use it in a longer story, let us know!!!).

I want to give credit to a couple of old friends, @LostGirlTink and @justasimplegirl, who had a similar thread some years back. I don't think either of them are around, but it was fun. Indie and I decided that rather than revive that one, we could start anew.

Rules: First, The usual Literotica rules about pictures apply. If it's too racy, put it in a link.

Second, and most important. Be Nice! If you think someone's story sucks, well, don't read it. If you like it, give it a like (or whatever). Some stories may not be to your taste. I want this to be a place where everyone can share and feel safe. Please, be nice!

Third, Let's keep it apolitical. I'm not opposed to thought pieces and non-fiction, but this isn't the place for political rants.

Fourth: I'm not going to put limits on the length, but I think it likely shouldn't exceed 1500 words. Shoot for less than 1000? (I’ll probably be the first to break this).

 

[lakesailer_mi]

And, I'll kick it off!

I pulled my SUV over to the side where the shoulder was wide on the deserted country road. “Get out,” I growled.

She giggled as she exited the car, her beautiful blue flowing sundress swirling around her hips. I exited quickly and moved around to the front of the car, my cock tenting my grey pants.

“You’ve been teasing me all night, and I want you right now.” My voice low as I grabbed her, my arm wrapping around her waist. I pulled her against me so she could have no doubt as to the vigor of my desire.

I kissed her almost forcefully, her lips parting willingly to my tongue’s exploration. I turned her toward the aluminum guard rail and began to pull up her dress. She gathered it herself, she wanted this as much as I did. As her gorgeous curvy ass came into view, I slide my hand down and caressed it, pouring more fuel onto the flames of my passion.

“Bend over” was all I could say as I began to unzip my trousers.

She giggled, “Right here?”

Holding the dress up with one hand, she leaned forward, and spread her legs, supporting herself with her other hand on the guardrail, “Like this?” Her voice bratty and teasing.

I groaned, “Fuck yes.” My hands grabbed her full hips and I thrust into her newly shaved and now very damp pussy.

“Take me!” she moaned as my body pressed against her ass.

I didn’t hesitate. My body took over, releasing the torment that had built for hours during the outdoor play we had attended. She had looked stunning in the beautiful sundress. Over the course of the night she had slowly revealed that she wore no panties. She had teased me by surreptitiously dipping her fingers into herself and letting me taste her. In the darkness of the outdoor theater, she had stoked my cock through my slacks, and teased her clit with her own fingers. Moaning softly in my ear. I had told her she was going to get a right good fucking when we got home and she teased back, “Why wait?”

And so now, I thrust myself deep into her. Growling my passion and desire as I fucked her relentlessly. Her hips pushing back against me she cried out, “Yes, fuck me so hard, cum for me baby.”

I came. Pulsing deep inside her.

As we slowly caught our breath, the headlights of another car came around the bend. It slowed as it approached. I finished zipping back up and moved to the front corner of the driver’s side.

“Y’all OK?” the man asked with genuine concern as his car stopped in the road next to mine.

“Just fine!” I answered.

“Yeah, he just wanted to check the oil with the dipstick” she shouted as she climbed back into the passenger seat.

The man’s confused look almost made me laugh, “Thanks for stopping.”

 

[Indie]

The days were long and tiresome. Ofttimes, Peter didn't get home until his lovely wife and children were soundly tucked into bed. He missed them. He missed her. Although exhausted, he would quietly slip into a calming bath each night. As he settled in the gentle warmth, his hand would wrap around his swollen member as his eyes drifted shut. If she only knew.

The nights were cold and lonely. Routinely, Rosalind would read the children a bedtime story and kiss them goodnight on her own. They needed him. She needed him. After pouring a glass of wine, she would get into bed and crack open her favorite book. As her eyes grew heavy, she would slip her hand into the waistband of her cotton panties. If he only knew.

The days turned into weeks and they felt themselves drifting further apart. One late night, Rosalind lay in bed, restless with desire. She heard water splash and ventured to find it's source.

The door to the bathroom sat slightly ajar, a thin light streaking into the otherwise dark hall. As she crossed the threshold, her breath caught in her throat. There he lay in a pool of frothy bubbles, his hand furiously working his hardened member, eyes closed tight as he breathed out her name, "Rosalind...."

She took a step closer as the floor squeaked beneath her and his eyes darted open. She smiled and whispered, "Peter...." He stepped out of the bath and came to her, folding her in his arms before tasting her lips with a longing that left them both in awe. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. They knew.

 

[lakesailer_mi]

The days were long and tiresome. Ofttimes, Peter didn't get home until his lovely wife and children were soundly tucked into bed. He missed them. He missed her. Although exhausted, he would quietly slip into a calming bath each night. As he settled in the gentle warmth, his hand would wrap around his swollen member as his eyes drifted shut. If she only knew.

The nights were cold and lonely. Routinely, Rosalind would read the children a bedtime story and kiss them goodnight on her own. They needed him. She needed him. After pouring a glass of wine, she would get into bed and crack open her favorite book. As her eyes grew heavy, she would slip her hand into the waistband of her cotton panties. If he only knew.

The days turned into weeks and they felt themselves drifting further apart. One late night, Rosalind lay in bed, restless with desire. She heard water splash and ventured to find it's source.

The door to the bathroom sat slightly ajar, a thin light streaking into the otherwise dark hall. As she crossed the threshold, her breath caught in her throat. There he lay in a pool of frothy bubbles, his hand furiously working his hardened member, eyes closed tight as he breathed out her name, "Rosalind...."

She took a step closer as the floor squeaked beneath her and his eyes darted open. She smiled and whispered, "Peter...." He stepped out of the bath and came to her, folding her in his arms before tasting her lips with a longing that left them both in awe. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. They knew.

DAYUM!

 

[LizVegas79]

"Of course there's a story," she said, irritated at being pressed on the subject. "But it's none of your fucking business. I went out last night. I met some friends. We met some other people. I was having fun and then all my friends went home without me. I woke up this morning in some strange bed, couldn't find my purse, but had to get out of there before anyone else woke up. Now I'm trying to get home."

"But ... there has to be more to it than that," he pressed. "I mean, it's very unusual to see such a beautiful woman as yourself, dressed as elegantly and as sophisticated as you are, waiting for a commuter bus at 7:30 in the morning on a Wednesday. I mean, a Saturday morning or a Sunday morning, sure. But on a Wednesday?"

"So what are you trying to say?" she signed, brushing her tousled hair off her face to get a better look at the young, techy looking guy quizzing her.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? You're obviously trying to say something or otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up."

"Well, I couldn't help but notice that ...."

"That what? That I have a run in my nylons?"

"Not just a run. It looks like someone ... sort of tried to ...."

"Tried to what?"

"It looks like someone tried to bite those nylons off your sexy as fuck legs."

"And what if they did?"

"Oh. Umm, well, umm ... I mean, yeah, duh. It makes perfect sense. I mean, you have the longest, most incredibly gorgeous legs I've ever seen. I mean, personally. And, umm ... well, it makes perfect sense that some lucky guy tried to bite those nylons off of you."

"Hmmm. Well ... thank you. For the sweet comment about my legs. But ... who said it was a guy?"

"I didn't ... I mean, I did but I didn't mean ... I mean ... that's cool. Yeah. Who says it had to be a guy?"

"You did."

"I did. But ... I'm obviously in way over my head here. I can't even believe a girl like you is talking to a guy like me."

"A woman."

"A what?"

"I'm a woman. Not a girl."

"Oh. Yeah, right. Totally. Totally a woman. Not a girl. Got it."

She combed her long fingers through her hair again and gave him a little half smile. "So tell me. What's wrong with a guy like you? Why shouldn't a woman like me be talking to you?"

"Umm, because I'm a total geek and I said that mean thing about there having to be a story behind that run in your stockings."

"You weren't wrong. And ... it wasn't that mean. Uh-oh, here comes your bus."

"Isn't it your bus, too?"

"No. I lost my purse. Remember? I don't have any money for a ticket ... or a cup of coffee or breakfast and I'm fucking starving. Have a nice day at work I guess. Don't worry about me. Maybe someone nice will come along who doesn't have to be at work this morning. Maybe they'll buy me breakfast at that cute bistro across the street and a bus ticket in exchange for my phone number. Hopefully, right?"

"I, umm ... I have some sick days ...."

"That's nice. Are you sick?"

"No. Not sick. Not crazy, either. Fuck this bus. Let's go get you some breakfast at that bistro across the street. I eat there all the time. The food's pretty good."

"That's so sweet of you! Are you sure?"

"I've, umm, never been more sure about anything in my life. So what was her name?"

"Who's name?"

"The girl, I mean the woman, who tried to bite your nylons off your legs last night?"

"I actually don't remember. And it wasn't another woman. I was just teasing you. It wasn't a guy either. It was this weird person's cat."

"I hate cats."

"Me too. I like dogs. Well-trained, obedient dogs."

"Good to know," he said as he extended his hand and escorted her across the street. "Dogs are the best."

"You can always rely on them when you need to," she smiled back at him with a playful wink.

 

[lakesailer_mi]

"Of course there's a story," she said, irritated at being pressed on the subject. "But it's none of your fucking business. I went out last night. I met some friends. We met some other people. I was having fun and then all my friends went home without me. I woke up this morning in some strange bed, couldn't find my purse, but had to get out of there before anyone else woke up. Now I'm trying to get home."

"But ... there has to be more to it than that," he pressed. "I mean, it's very unusual to see such a beautiful woman as yourself, dressed as elegantly and as sophisticated as you are, waiting for a commuter bus at 7:30 in the morning on a Wednesday. I mean, a Saturday morning or a Sunday morning, sure. But on a Wednesday?"

"So what are you trying to say?" she signed, brushing her tousled hair off her face to get a better look at the young, techy looking guy quizzing her.

"Nothing."

"Nothing? You're obviously trying to say something or otherwise you wouldn't have brought it up."

"Well, I couldn't help but notice that ...."

"That what? That I have a run in my nylons?"

"Not just a run. It looks like someone ... sort of tried to ...."

"Tried to what?"

"It looks like someone tried to bite those nylons off your sexy as fuck legs."

"And what if they did?"

"Oh. Umm, well, umm ... I mean, yeah, duh. It makes perfect sense. I mean, you have the longest, most incredibly gorgeous legs I've ever seen. I mean, personally. And, umm ... well, it makes perfect sense that some lucky guy tried to bite those nylons off of you."

"Hmmm. Well ... thank you. For the sweet comment about my legs. But ... who said it was a guy?"

"I didn't ... I mean, I did but I didn't mean ... I mean ... that's cool. Yeah. Who says it had to be a guy?"

"You did."

"I did. But ... I'm obviously in way over my head here. I can't even believe a girl like you is talking to a guy like me."

"A woman."

"A what?"

"I'm a woman. Not a girl."

"Oh. Yeah, right. Totally. Totally a woman. Not a girl. Got it."

She combed her long fingers through her hair again and gave him a little half smile. "So tell me. What's wrong with a guy like you? Why shouldn't a woman like me be talking to you?"

"Umm, because I'm a total geek and I said that mean thing about there having to be a story behind that run in your stockings."

"You weren't wrong. And ... it wasn't that mean. Uh-oh, here comes your bus."

"Isn't it your bus, too?"

"No. I lost my purse. Remember? I don't have any money for a ticket ... or a cup of coffee or breakfast and I'm fucking starving. Have a nice day at work I guess. Don't worry about me. Maybe someone nice will come along who doesn't have to be at work this morning. Maybe they'll buy me breakfast at that cute bistro across the street and a bus ticket in exchange for my phone number. Hopefully, right?"

"I, umm ... I have some sick days ...."

"That's nice. Are you sick?"

"No. Not sick. Not crazy, either. Fuck this bus. Let's go get you some breakfast at that bistro across the street. I eat there all the time. The food's pretty good."

"That's so sweet of you! Are you sure?"

"I've, umm, never been more sure about anything in my life. So what was her name?"

"Who's name?"

"The girl, I mean the woman, who tried to bite your nylons off your legs last night?"

"I actually don't remember. And it wasn't another woman. I was just teasing you. It wasn't a guy either. It was this weird person's cat."

"I hate cats."

"Me too. I like dogs. Well-trained, obedient dogs."

"Good to know," he said as he extended his hand and escorted her across the street. "Dogs are the best."

"You can always rely on them when you need to," she smiled back at him with a playful wink.

Wow!!!!

 

[Indie]

@lakesailer_mi and @LizVegas79 !!! I love these so much! I'm excited to a what else people can come up with

 

[lakesailer_mi]

@lakesailer_mi and @LizVegas79 !!! I love these so much! I'm excited to a what else people can come up with

And I love yours! But you promised me you'd suck (as a co-host), and clearly you don't.

 

[Indie]

And I love yours! But you promised me you'd suck (as a co-host), and clearly you don't.

Just you wait!

 

[SixShooter14]

"I don't deserve this" he whispers to himself. Leaning against the counter in a dimly lit hotel kitchen as the sun slowly illuminates the evidence of the night before. He sips his coffee in silence, his mind racing to piece together what he's done.

The pleasure, the pride, the guilt, the fear... I did this, WE did this

A mere 4 blocks away, his loving wife would be waking soon. An empty bed in an empty house. Or perhaps she would sleep in, knowing her faithful husband was away on a business trip.


As the room begins to glow the bed stirs. His new lover reaches out for him next to her but finds nothing. Her mind shudders... "has he gone?" "home to his wife?" "back to the office?"

As she raises up, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, she recalls the night before....

A few drinks at the office after work. Celebrating the deal they had worked so hard to close. The excitement of being the 2 most important people at the company. They were the heroes of the day. Then...they were alone...

Just the 2 of them in the quiet, boring, office. Standing next to her desk as they had done everyday for months. But now, they were free. Free to let go, free to stop thinking and start feeling. She kissed him first then recoiled sharply. "What had she done? and why?" She didn't know... but the release was intoxicating and she couldn't stop herself.

She kisses him again, as he pulls her closer, their tongues dancing to their own music. Their hands exploring each other as if they were finding their way in the dark. He kisses her neck as she lets her long hair flow from the neat office bun. She tugs at his shirt, lifting it over his head. He then unbuttons her blouse and pushes her back against the desk as they continue kissing and indulging in the pleasures they had been without for so long.

She draws her skirt as he lifts her to sit on the desk. Kissing his way down her neck, his lips lightly tickling her breast. Her fingers running through his hair as she feels the waves of pleasure pulsing through her.

But then....a door slams and a light turns on. The night cleaners!!


They hurredly cover themselves and wave as they practically run out to his car. The kissing continues, they can't stop now. The rush is too strong, blind passion has consumed them.

Quickly driving to the hotel down the street they park around the back and get a suite on the top floor. No sooner does the door shut and they are shedding clothes and tasting each other's skin. They fall into the bed completely enthralled by the raw passion. For what seems like hours, they make love. Swapping positions and trading control. Each giving the other what they so desperately need. A night of carnal release.


Now she feels the soreness in her muscles, the aching in her abdomen. The bed is a mess, the pillows are on the floor. The room smells of sweat and sex and... coffee. As her eyes adjust to the room she stands and turns.

He's there, in the kitchenette cupping his coffee mug. The same vulnerable naked mess as she. Staring into each other's eyes, she slowly walks to him now. Face to face, they stare in silence. She then closes her eyes, takes a sip, and places the mug on the table. With the taste of coffee on their lips, she kisses him...Then lowers to her knees.

He whispers quietly "I deserve this"

Morning Glow

 

[lakesailer_mi]

"I don't deserve this" he whispers to himself. Leaning against the counter in a dimly lit hotel kitchen as the sun slowly illuminates the evidence of the night before. He sips his coffee in silence, his mind racing to piece together what he's done.

The pleasure, the pride, the guilt, the fear... I did this, WE did this

A mere 4 blocks away, his loving wife would be waking soon. An empty bed in an empty house. Or perhaps she would sleep in, knowing her faithful husband was away on a business trip.


As the room begins to glow the bed stirs. His new lover reaches out for him next to her but finds nothing. Her mind shudders... "has he gone?" "home to his wife?" "back to the office?"

As she raises up, basking in the warmth of the morning sun, she recalls the night before....

A few drinks at the office after work. Celebrating the deal they had worked so hard to close. The excitement of being the 2 most important people at the company. They were the heroes of the day. Then...they were alone...

Just the 2 of them in the quiet, boring, office. Standing next to her desk as they had done everyday for months. But now, they were free. Free to let go, free to stop thinking and start feeling. She kissed him first then recoiled sharply. "What had she done? and why?" She didn't know... but the release was intoxicating and she couldn't stop herself.

She kisses him again, as he pulls her closer, their tongues dancing to their own music. Their hands exploring each other as if they were finding their way in the dark. He kisses her neck as she lets her long hair flow from the neat office bun. She tugs at his shirt, lifting it over his head. He then unbuttons her blouse and pushes her back against the desk as they continue kissing and indulging in the pleasures they had been without for so long.

She draws her skirt as he lifts her to sit on the desk. Kissing his way down her neck, his lips lightly tickling her breast. Her fingers running through his hair as she feels the waves of pleasure pulsing through her.

But then....a door slams and a light turns on. The night cleaners!!


They hurredly cover themselves and wave as they practically run out to his car. The kissing continues, they can't stop now. The rush is too strong, blind passion has consumed them.

Quickly driving to the hotel down the street they park around the back and get a suite on the top floor. No sooner does the door shut and they are shedding clothes and tasting each other's skin. They fall into the bed completely enthralled by the raw passion. For what seems like hours, they make love. Swapping positions and trading control. Each giving the other what they so desperately need. A night of carnal release.


Now she feels the soreness in her muscles, the aching in her abdomen. The bed is a mess, the pillows are on the floor. The room smells of sweat and sex and... coffee. As her eyes adjust to the room she stands and turns.

He's there, in the kitchenette cupping his coffee mug. The same vulnerable naked mess as she. Staring into each other's eyes, she slowly walks to him now. Face to face, they stare in silence. She then closes her eyes, takes a sip, and places the mug on the table. With the taste of coffee on their lips, she kisses him...Then lowers to her knees.

He whispers quietly "I deserve this"

Morning Glow

FANTASTIC! Thanks!

 

[Dubinsky]

The strain came first along the backs of her legs, the tendons there burning with a slow, dull fire to match the one building further up, where her legs met. But so different!

The new burn, the one behind her thighs, could be understood. Even expected; who hasn’t felt a muscle ache with strain? It could be accepted, shunted aside, dealt with. It was pain, yes, but it could be savored as an athlete savors the burning stretch before a race, that kind of pain satisfying because of what it means: readiness. Anticipation. Preparation for action.

But the fire that was already there? That one consumed. It tore at her heart and mind with an appetite that could never, would never end. It dominated her even more than He did, even as she waited for him in the fishnets she knew He liked. That fire was His fire, the one only He could kindle and, later, quench. The fire He’d build, kiss by kiss, thrust by thrust, only to leave her a husk of what she’d been.

And then she knew He would hold her and be everything she needed.

So she posed, on display for Him, savoring both fires as He watched, a glint in His eye as he decided when they would begin.

*

See if the image matches what’s in your mind. Photog1rl was kind enough to choose it.

 

[lakesailer_mi]

The strain came first along the backs of her legs, the tendons there burning with a slow, dull fire to match the one building further up, where her legs met. But so different!

The new burn, the one behind her thighs, could be understood. Even expected; who hasn’t felt a muscle ache with strain? It could be accepted, shunted aside, dealt with. It was pain, yes, but it could be savored as an athlete savors the burning stretch before a race, that kind of pain satisfying because of what it means: readiness. Anticipation. Preparation for action.

But the fire that was already there? That one consumed. It tore at her heart and mind with an appetite that could never, would never end. It dominated her even more than He did, even as she waited for him in the fishnets she knew He liked. That fire was His fire, the one only He could kindle and, later, quench. The fire He’d build, kiss by kiss, thrust by thrust, only to leave her a husk of what she’d been.

And then she knew He would hold her and be everything she needed.

So she posed, on display for Him, savoring both fires as He watched, a glint in His eye as he decided when they would begin.

*

See if the image matches what’s in your mind. Photog1rl was kind enough to choose it.

That's awesome! The image was different, but smilar idea. Nice choice by @Photog1rl !
Thanks!

 

[OrdinaryPerson]

I gingerly sink into the bathtub, feeling the heat of the hot water on my feet, then my bottom and back, eventually engulfing my whole body in the deep tub. The water ripples like small waves, crashing tiny bubbles onto my skin. My hands absentmindedly move the bubbles this way and that. I watch as they form peaks and slowly collapse, my mind finally shutting down from all the thoughts and worries of the day. The stress and tension in my body flows out with the steam of the water, forming beads of sweat on my forehead. I close my eyes and relax into the heat, every part of me becoming soft, heavy, and loose. The only movements in the dimly lit room are the flickering of the candle flames and my breath.

I don't know how long I was in the bath before you came in, but the water was still warm when I heard the door open and your soft footsteps. I open my eyes to see you sitting in the chair by the bathtub, wearing only your undershirt and boxers. You have the journal that we share in your hand. Without saying anything else to me, you start reading out loud my latest entry, describing how I had missed you this morning when you went to work early. How I laid in bed, feeling the empty space where you should have been, and then imagined you with me as my hand slipped inside my panties.

I close my eyes again as I listen, hearing the words I had just written in the soothing familiar tone of your voice, soft and clear, caressing my body without actually touching me. Your voice changes as you read, becoming deeper and raspier. My hands travel along my body again, mimicking the trip it took this morning as you read it to me. This time you can hear my breath quickening as my hand finds my clit, the soft moans escaping my mouth as my fingers dance around it. You read slowly, drawing out the story, teasing me. When I'm close to finishing, I open my eyes to watch you. I fall over the edge when your gaze meets mine. My body shudders and floats over the water, my heart races, and my head feels like it is submerged under the water, still hearing your voice but muffled at a distance.

When my breath slows down again, you help me out of the tub, and wrap me in a towel. You gently dry my body then let the towel fall to the ground. Your eyes bore into me as you hold my hand and lead me into the bedroom.

 

[HollyS]

I love this thread!! I will try to write something for it, but for now, thank you for the idea and the great entries.

 

[Indie]

So many great responses! You guys are killing it!

 

[lakesailer_mi]

Thank you @OrdinaryPerson and @snowboard people! Those are beautiful! So romantic and sexy!

 

[lakesailer_mi]

“Are you ready?” she called out. “I’m gonna light it!”

Her excitement and triumph infused her voice and his smile grew even bigger as his heart soared “Go!” he yelled back laughing.

The road flare burst into flames illuminating her body as she danced her celebration in the waves. He heard her laughing, so genuine for the first time in too long. The laugh he had fallen in love with some 30 years ago. He took the pictures and video, as she had instructed, laughing along with her as she sang “I will Survive,” or at least the chorus, at the top of her lungs.

The battle with cancer had taken a terrible toll. The surgeries, the chemo, the constant tests had destroyed her career and challenged their love in ways he’d never imagined they could survive. The doctors had told her, a year ago, that she was cancer free. It was a great day, they had cried and held each other, and begun the long road back to normalcy. She wanted to be sure before they really celebrated. There had been too many disappointments.

Today, exactly one year later was her grand celebration. She needed to laugh and splash on the beach. To run naked through the waves. They had begun making plans for this extravagant vacation about 9 months ago. The small Caribbean island offered them quiet and privacy

They arrived, after a long journey, the night before. They spent the day settling in and stocking up on the essentials. They’d had a lovely dinner, cooked together, of fresh shellfish and local vegetables. They’d walked on the beach in the setting sun, holding hands and professing their love.

“Did you get them?” her question more of a command than anything.

“Yup and a bunch of video too!”

She slowly walked toward him tossing the flare into the sand as she closed the last two steps. She grabbed the camera out of his hand and threw it onto the towel. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her kiss was as passionate as her singing. “Fuck me. Fuck me right here in the waves, like ‘From Here to Eternity’.”

She pulled him out into the surf and pushed his swim trunks to his ankles, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He didn’t need another invitation. He scooped her up in his arms and laid her down onto the wet sandy shore. The waves crashed on them as he kissed her and spread her legs. His cock responded to her beauty and passion and dirty talk. He didn’t take any time, he thrust himself into her as her legs embraced him. The warm Caribbean water washing all around them, he fucked her. Hard, fast, passionately. Their arms wrapped around each other.

He fucked her with the passion they had as freshman together in college exploring and learning about sex. He held her with the love that had led him to propose one cold rainy night. He saw in her the beauty that had produced their children. He gave her his whole being. They made love, celebrating their whole life together and the future they could finally see again.

 

[Photog1rl]

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“Are you ready?” she called out. “I’m gonna light it!”

Her excitement and triumph infused her voice and his smile grew even bigger as his heart soared “Go!” he yelled back laughing.

The road flare burst into flames illuminating her body as she danced her celebration in the waves. He heard her laughing, so genuine for the first time in too long. The laugh he had fallen in love with some 30 years ago. He took the pictures and video, as she had instructed, laughing along with her as she sang “I will Survive,” or at least the chorus, at the top of her lungs.

The battle with cancer had taken a terrible toll. The surgeries, the chemo, the constant tests had destroyed her career and challenged their love in ways he’d never imagined they could survive. The doctors had told her, a year ago, that she was cancer free. It was a great day, they had cried and held each other, and begun the long road back to normalcy. She wanted to be sure before they really celebrated. There had been too many disappointments.

Today, exactly one year later was her grand celebration. She needed to laugh and splash on the beach. To run naked through the waves. They had begun making plans for this extravagant vacation about 9 months ago. The small Caribbean island offered them quiet and privacy

They arrived, after a long journey, the night before. They spent the day settling in and stocking up on the essentials. They’d had a lovely dinner, cooked together, of fresh shellfish and local vegetables. They’d walked on the beach in the setting sun, holding hands and professing their love.

“Did you get them?” her question more of a command than anything.

“Yup and a bunch of video too!”

She slowly walked toward him tossing the flare into the sand as she closed the last two steps. She grabbed the camera out of his hand and threw it onto the towel. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her kiss was as passionate as her singing. “Fuck me. Fuck me right here in the waves, like ‘From Here to Eternity’.”

She pulled him out into the surf and pushed his swim trunks to his ankles, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

He didn’t need another invitation. He scooped her up in his arms and laid her down onto the wet sandy shore. The waves crashed on them as he kissed her and spread her legs. His cock responded to her beauty and passion and dirty talk. He didn’t take any time, he thrust himself into her as her legs wrapped around him. The warm Caribbean water washing all around them, he fucked her. Hard, fast, passionately. Their arms wrapping around each other.

He fucked her with the passion they had as freshman together in college exploring and learning about sex. He held her with the love that had led him to propose one cold rainy night. He saw in her the beauty that had produced their children. He gave her his whole being. They made love, celebrating their whole life together and the future they could finally see again.

Absolutely beautiful.

 

[Mrtenant]

"Dammmmmn! There she is, at it again. That bitch has it bad for me, I mean... Superman"

Clark could hardly concentrate on his work when Lois was like this. It wasn't often when they had downtime in the office together like this, but, it was always the same.

They would be out investigating some story and without fail, Lois would fuck up and get in to a predicament. Every goddamn time! And I would have to duck out, suitup in the red and blue jammies and save the day.

These days, the last few months anyway, Lois had been a lot more friendly. She would press her ample bosoms against me, like, a lot! Bosoms? Fuck. Now I'm sounding like pa. I mean tits. Her fucking tits!

And it was getting worse. Or was that getting better?! Damn that woman! I saved her from that runaway subway, flying her to safety over here at the Planet and she kept accidentally caressing me through my briefs.

That Lois sure thinks she's some sort of seductress. But, fuck if it wasn't working.

Just look at her?! That's a nice pussy and she is working it but good!

That's it! Next time it's the Fortress of Solitude and I'm gonna show that horny slut why they really call me the Man of Steel! And I am not talking about my buns. Or abs. Heh.

"Oh Lois?! Could you come here a moment? I need to show you something?"

 

[lakesailer_mi]

My initial plan was that I would post about once a week. But, since I'll be off Lit for a bit after this week, I'm going to post a couple. Just so you don't miss me. I know no one will miss me

“Go slow, Go slow,” she pled in a breathy whisper as she grabbed his cock.

“Shhhh,” He comforted. “Just relax, I’ll go slow.”

He wanted this so badly. They had been together for a couple years and the sex had been great. Exploring each other and new things together. Neither had been very experienced when they met, but they had found something incredibly special together. They had begun to trust each other and express their kinkier interests. When he brought up anal for the first time he expected a hard no, but she had raised an eyebrow and given just a half smile.

She provided a coy response, “I don’t know, I’d have to be in the right mood.”

They had gone for a long hike along the river this morning, and she was in frisky mood. Teasing him and kissing him throughout their walk. He did some teasing of his own, smacking her ass playfully and even fingering her briefly when the sat on a bench. By the time they got home, they ripped each other clothes off, not even bothering with her sox. They started both on their backs, one arm under her head, the other spread her legs and began to finger her.

She came hard and quickly, he body already aroused. “Fuck my ass” she whispered as lay panting from her first orgasm. He didn’t second guess. The lube was in the headboard and he used a generous amount. He juices had flowed liberally from her orgasm and slipped down her crack. He slid between her cheeks, gently probing her tight little opening.

She gasped as he popped through the ring and he paused, whispering in her ear, “relax, breath, tell me when.”

She mewled, “It feels so big this way.” Her voice betraying excitement more than concern. “OK” she whimpered.

Slowly he pushed himself deep inside her ass. Her breath coming in quick gasps, she spread her legs slightly and began to finger herself. He waited, holding himself there, even though he desperately wanted to just fuck her hard. As her body began to react to her fingers he slowly began to rock his hips and gently thrust, in and out.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped.

“I love fucking your ass.” He growled in her ear again.

His pace quickened and soon he was near the edge, the tight sensation combined with the novelty and naughtiness was exciting. As his body took over, he thrust deep and hard. His hand grabbed her hip and he fucked her ass as he’d imagined. He growled his pleasure into her ear.

“Oh, God, yes, you’re cumming.” She cried. “Oh fuck.”

Her fingers worked furiously as his body began to relax, and soon she tipped over the edge too. Her legs clamping together, he felt her rings tightening on his slowly fading erection.

They lay there, his cock softening and sliding gently out of her ass, catching their breaths. He wrapped his arms around her and her head fell back onto his shoulder. She relaxed against his chest. He whispered, “Thank you.”

She was silent for a moment and then asked, “So, can I fuck your ass sometime?”

 

[Indie]

My initial plan was that I would post about once a week. But, since I'll be off Lit for a bit after this week, I'm going to post a couple. Just so you don't miss me. I know no one will miss me
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“Go slow, Go slow,” she pled in a breathy whisper as she grabbed his cock.

“Shhhh,” He comforted. “Just relax, I’ll go slow.”

He wanted this so badly. They had been together for a couple years and the sex had been great. Exploring each other and new things together. Neither had been very experienced when they met, but they had found something incredibly special together. They had begun to trust each other and express their kinkier interests. When he brought up anal for the first time he expected a hard no, but she had raised an eyebrow and given just a half smile.

She provided a coy response, “I don’t know, I’d have to be in the right mood.”

They had gone for a long hike along the river this morning, and she was in frisky mood. Teasing him and kissing him throughout their walk. He did some teasing of his own, smacking her ass playfully and even fingering her briefly when the sat on a bench. By the time they got home, they ripped each other clothes off, not even bothering with her sox. They started both on their backs, one arm under her head, the other spread her legs and began to finger her.

She came hard and quickly, he body already aroused. “Fuck my ass” she whispered as lay panting from her first orgasm. He didn’t second guess. The lube was in the headboard and he used a generous amount. He juices had flowed liberally from her orgasm and slipped down her crack. He slid between her cheeks, gently probing her tight little opening.

She gasped as he popped through the ring and he paused, whispering in her ear, “relax, breath, tell me when.”

She mewled, “It feels so big this way.” Her voice betraying excitement more than concern. “OK” she whimpered.

Slowly he pushed himself deep inside her ass. Her breath coming in quick gasps, she spread her legs slightly and began to finger herself. He waited, holding himself there, even though he desperately wanted to just fuck her hard. As her body began to react to her fingers he slowly began to rock his hips and gently thrust, in and out.

“Oh fuck!” She gasped.

“I love fucking your ass.” He growled in her ear again.

His pace quickened and soon he was near the edge, the tight sensation combined with the novelty and naughtiness was exciting. As his body took over, he thrust deep and hard. His hand grabbed her hip and he fucked her ass as he’d imagined. He growled his pleasure into her ear.

“Oh, God, yes, you’re cumming.” She cried. “Oh fuck.”

Her fingers worked furiously as his body began to relax, and soon she tipped over the edge too. Her legs clamping together, he felt her rings tightening on his slowly fading erection.

They lay there, his cock softening and sliding gently out of her ass, catching their breaths. He wrapped his arms around her and her head fell back onto his shoulder. She relaxed against his chest. He whispered, “Thank you.”

She was silent for a moment and then asked, “So, can I fuck your ass sometime?”

Oh fuck...

 

[lakesailer_mi]

Oh fuck...

I thought you might like that...

 

[Indie]

"Come and sit on my lap, darling. Let me stroke your hair."

After a week of emotional highs and lows, those words were all she needed to hear. They calmed her racing heart and wrapped around her worried mind. His words could soothe her like no other. She was drawn to him.

While it had been mere months since they first met, it felt like her soul had known his for a lifetime. He was her safe place, which, oddly enough, terrified her. She had never been so dependent, so vulnerable, or so obsessed with a man before. Would he hurt her, like the rest? Would he throw her away when he grew bored? Would he still love her when he saw all of her flaws? The answers to those questions didn't really matter. She was his--body, mind and soul.

She took one look at his gorgeous face and raggedy hair as she curled into his lap and all of her worries disappeared. She felt his lips kiss her temple as his fingers wove through her hair and all that she could think was "I'm home."

 

[lakesailer_mi]

"Come and sit on my lap, darling. Let me stroke your hair."

After a week of emotional highs and lows, those words were all she needed to hear. They calmed her racing heart and wrapped around her worried mind. His words could soothe her like no other. She was drawn to him.

While it had been mere months since they first met, it felt like her soul had known his for a lifetime. He was her safe place, which, oddly enough, terrified her. She had never been so dependent, so vulnerable, or so obsessed with a man before. Would he hurt her, like the rest? Would he throw her away when he grew bored? Would he still love her when he saw all of her flaws? The answers to those questions didn't really matter. She was his--body, mind and soul.

She took one look at his gorgeous face and raggedy hair as she curled into his lap and all of her worries disappeared. She felt his lips kiss her temple as his fingers wove through her hair and all that she could think was "I'm home."

Just Beautiful.