LoneMilf's Sexy Snippets

My hand drifted down his body, plenty of hair on his belly, and of course his groin thicket was lush, if that is the right word. My crotch would often give a squeeze on first sight of his erection poking out from that tangle, like some heathen temple standing up from a tropical jungle.
 
My hand drifted down his body, plenty of hair on his belly, and of course his groin thicket was lush, if that is the right word. My crotch would often give a squeeze on first sight of his erection poking out from that tangle, like some heathen temple standing up from a tropical jungle.
Thanks for this! Especially "thicket" and "tangle." I think I've used "tangled" before, but not the noun. And never thought of "thicket."
 
You never (that I've seen) indicate that these are from published stories. Seems like you may be using up an awful lot of good material???? Or maybe you just figure that readers of your published stories won't have followed this thread?
They aren't from stories - just little descriptions of moments that could be.
I think I have enough 'material' for a lifetime of stories, so that's not a concern :)
 
Mimi's sailor-themed school uniform owed more to Japan than her actual heritage, but customers seemed to like it; Alan was clearly no exception. She wore a white shirt, topped by an integral blue collar, with white piping, and ending in a scarlet bow at the front. Beneath this, a very short blue skirt, with the same white piping. And then blue and white knee socks. Mimi slipped off her heels and put on patent leather flats that she retrieved from a plastic bag in her purse.

A Hard Day’s Night
 
December 16

Lights are dimmed – the other passengers sleeping.
Under our blanket, I dig out your hard cock.
Squeeze it and start jerking. You can’t help stirring.
I kiss your neck and rub faster.
A stewardess walks by.
I stop briefly, then speed up.
You tense and buck. Erupting in my hand..
 
Her landscape was so familiar, yet new every time. Always there was a fresh detail to note. Today it was the little hillocks of her vertebra that stood up on the great fair-skinned plain of her back. The candlelight elongated the shadows each spinal bone made as it pressed her skin upward.
 
But it wasn't working. I was feeling tingly, stimulated, even aching. I wanted to cum. But I couldn't seem to find that little extra I needed. It was frustrating. I could get my bullet vibrator, but it was in the bedroom and I didn't know that I could be bothered. Instead I licked my fingers once more, let's try again. My feelings started to build nicely. This was good, just a little more. I rubbed my clit frenziedly and dipped shallowly in and out of my pussy. Nearly. Nearly.

Then, unbidden, Mia came into my mind. Her face as she bent to kiss me. Her dark hair flowing over my thighs as she went down on me. Her tongue probing me. Part of me recoiled in horror. The bigger part welcomed the heat, the pounding of blood, the panting and moaning. I climaxed screaming her name. The release was astonishing. I'd not cum like that in years. Not since our early days at college. I opened my eyes, panting, sweating. And suddenly guilt-ridden. What the fuck just happened?

Harper’s Reckoning
 
God, his butt felt good in my hand. When he started kissing his way across my chest and tweaked my nipple, I bit my finger and moaned. His lips found my breast, and that tweak became a nibble as his hand found my erection and I almost exploded right then.

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My body quivered and shook as the physical pleasure surged to the front. Warm sticky goo spread over my stomach. The vortex raged and my body responded, trembling, lurching underneath my lover. Locking my ankles behind him, I pulled his lips to mine and tried to suck his very soul from his body. I knew he would gladly give it. I had already surrendered mine.

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-Loopers -A work in progress
 
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December 17

Smooth silk on my wrists and ankles.
Heart beats fast.
Faster, as I hear the vibrator.
I know where it’s going.
Feel it on my thigh. My clit.
Arching my back, twisting my hips.
Can’t get away.
It keeps building.
Almost there.
Sooo close..
And then you lift the vibrator.. again..
 
I watched her pull out into traffic and head up Broadway. I imagined her car's German stick shift, what her soft hand might feel like on its smooth hard knob.
 
They stood still with their fingers interlaced. The end of his cock rested against her belly. The tips of her breasts nestled in the almost curly hair of his chest. His head tipped down just a bit. Hers tipped up just a bit. And their faces were naked together.

This is from my released-tody story Undressing.
 
“I’ve got a car. I could drive you home, or I’ve got a spare room…” He still hadn’t let me go. Our faces were mere inches apart, our hearts beating in a single rhythm. Once again, he left that last option unspoken.

“Or…”

From Just a Walk in the Park My favorite story of everything I've written, and one of my all time favorite lines.
 
“Not the Hitachi,” I said. “It’s the unsexiest of all sex toys.”

- From an E/V WIP, sequel to Flesh For Fantasy.
 
Her lips were wrapped tight around his cock, her tongue circled the head and licked his precum. She moaned with lust when her mouth felt the first throb, and he erupted. His warm cum landed on her tongue and filled her mouth. Life was good.
 
December 18

“Still a virgin, huh?”
She nods shyly, and says, “I want to learn. But not from porn. From a real couple. Like you and your husband..,” she blunders out, blushing.
She is short and slim. Cute and innocent.
“And you only want to watch?” I ask.
She turns an even darker red, “Well..”
 
Her limbs were long and willowy, her skin satin smooth. The hair covering her quim was light, sparse, silky. Her smell and taste was subtle, meadowy. Her notch was narrow, it took a lot of work to get her slippery, but once aroused, she was off to the races.
 
But the image at the forefront of Eden's mind, as she pushed herself closer to climax, was of Michele Huisman. The coach's hand holding Eden's. Her green eyes sparkling. Her light brown hair scraped back from her face in a sporty ponytail. Her obviously toned body not concealed completely by her baggy clothing. Her removing those clothes, letting Eden see what lay beneath.

Eden bit her lip, screwed her eyes shut, and panted and heaved as her fingers did their work. As she pushed herself into a realm of pure pleasure. When she came, she breathed one word: "Michele."

Teaching Eden - Chapter One - The School
 
From Amber's Ambush Ch. 03

I watched mesmerized as the girls in the mirror fucked. The redhead thrusting hard, her hands on the blondes' hips, a look of grim determination on her face. The blonde did her best to keep her composure and failed miserably as her tits bounced back and forth on her chest, her moans growing louder and louder.
 
Remembering the bloodmark made Avilia shiver. Sligh's hand paused. "I'd like to think I caused that, but something tells me I didn't."

She grunted and held his hand in place. "Don't stop. You can try to make me shiver while you tell me what your plan is. We can't just walk into the Imperial Palace and stab a candidate for Archduke."

"Probably not, though if we get the opportunity..." His fingers made tight circles around her button. "I'm not sure you'll like what I've come up with so far."

"Keep distracting me then." Reaching up with one hand to run her fingers through his hair, she leaned her head back far enough so she could kiss his neck.


- From The Rivals Ch. 05: Orgy of Death
 
Without warning, but not unexpectedly, his body pressed against her backside, molding itself into the shape of her form, two silhouettes now one. He made a point to breath slowly, deliberately, moist heat combining with the subtle touch of his mouth on the side of her neck. Her own mouth … open, as if frozen in a silent gasp.

“Please…,” was the only sound she could manage.
 
December 19

Imagine being fucked forever..
A young guy, full of energy, bursting in no time.
Replaced by an older one, savouring it, finishing with a shudder.
Feeling their deposits leaking.
Another guy pushing in eagerly. Strong but gentle.
More coming. The line stretching out of the room..
 
Her clitoris was lovely, perched at the top of her notch. Her smell was arresting, like a freshly opened tin of strong Ceylon tea, malty, grounded in the earth, damp and inviting.
 
Saturday morning, Lisa looked over at this hot young man sleeping next to her. It had been a while since she had a man in her bed and longer still having a man like him. She decided to get all she could as her hand slid down to his manhood.
 
With two final brushes of her lips where Michele's thighs met the rest of her body, Eden found her friend's mound, and kissed it through the thin material. Drinking in the heady aroma of arousal commingled with fresh sweat. Eden moved down and rubbed her nose against Michele's vulva, breathing deeply as she did. The smell of another woman always awakened primal feelings in her.

- Teaching Eden Chapter Two - The Coach
 
December 20

First it was bondage. Then pegging.
But tonight is different. You just don’t know it yet..
On your hands and knees, secured in place.
Blindfolded.
You feel a probing by your ass.
Big hands on your hips.
I kiss you and whisper, “Happy Birthday.”
You gasp as he pushes inside..
 
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