Rikki_13
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Thank you both gentleman for the love. Would love to see more writing from the both of you
Erotic Fantascenes
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Thank you both gentleman for the love. Would love to see more writing from the both of you
TalondeKarrde
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Holiday Party Fruit
a humble effort - probably a bit unpolished but an actual thought with a new found playmate
What I need is a long afternoon with you in bed between sheets or more appropriately with the sheets kicked off as well as the blankets buried in between your thighs either face or cock first. Having ripped or peeled off the slutty lingerie you had worn under your work clothes having left the stockings and fuck me pumps on. Taken your mouth , your ass, your pussy like the slutty little bitch you want to be treated like and deserve to be worshipped as.
To put you over My knee and spank that ass till it glows a bright pink and then caress it and kiss it until it's hot not from the spanking but from a need for it again.
To dress you up and take you out knowing underneath your very sexy outfit your dressed just as I would have you. Perhaps in a corset or lacy bra, garter belt stockings maybe panties maybe not. Make up , lipstick, perfumed, nails (fingers and toes) painted , hair done perfectly.
Thats a start towards what I need
a humble effort - probably a bit unpolished but an actual thought with a new found playmate
What I need is a long afternoon with you in bed between sheets or more appropriately with the sheets kicked off as well as the blankets buried in between your thighs either face or cock first. Having ripped or peeled off the slutty lingerie you had worn under your work clothes having left the stockings and fuck me pumps on. Taken your mouth , your ass, your pussy like the slutty little bitch you want to be treated like and deserve to be worshipped as.
To put you over My knee and spank that ass till it glows a bright pink and then caress it and kiss it until it's hot not from the spanking but from a need for it again.
To dress you up and take you out knowing underneath your very sexy outfit your dressed just as I would have you. Perhaps in a corset or lacy bra, garter belt stockings maybe panties maybe not. Make up , lipstick, perfumed, nails (fingers and toes) painted , hair done perfectly.
Thats a start towards what I need
kisses in honor of Rikki
#1. He was just so serious. She should pay more attention; this is important! But when his face crinkled up like that and his glasses slid down on his nose as he gestured with the pen in his hand.
He's that guy, you know, that guy. Always serious, never quite noticing that women think he's cute in a geeky/awkward, aging guy kinda way. The guy that women want to kiss. They don't of course. It would be wrong.
And so for all those women, she thought, she leaned in and pushed his glasses back up on his nose. He startled and stared at her. 'Cuz, after all, she still had her finger on his nose and her face was inches from his.
And maybe if his lips hadn't parted then or that she just felt that his lips looked dry and needed a little tongue to run along them.
So she did and then she kissed him and after a moment he kissed back.
She did it for all the women that wanted to kiss 'that guy'. And now, it had been done.
#2
She bit on the end of her lip, concentrating on getting the calculations right. He sat next to her in the plane waiting for the takeoff. She was a pretty middle-aged businesswoman off to yet another meeting. Away from family whom she did miss and yet, it was nice to be needed and to be paid for it. At least that is what he thought. She was so serious that he finally had to say something, 'Fly a lot?' Oh great question, dummy; maybe I should ask her sign next.
She nodded and returned to her work. She shifted slightly in the seat, he saw the hem of her dress pull slightly higher just above her knee. Nice legs. He looked back at his magazine. She smelled nice too and her face was quite pretty, sexy even.
"I'd like to kiss you" he thought. Yeah, right, that would get him bounced right off the plane. She put down her pen on her pad and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, a sexy eyebrow at that.
"I..." he thought for a second and said "I don't think I said anything."
"You said that you'd like to kiss me!" she said as the plane taxied for the takeoff.
He stared at her. "I...don't think I said...." he stumbled over his words and she continued to look at him rather sternly and as the jet roared she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Wet lips. Soft lips. A touch of tongue and then it was gone.
He opened his eyes. They were flying and she was working on her calculations again. And that hadn't happened. And he looked at her and she seemed so focused on her work and he knew that his imagination had leaped ahead of him. And his tongue ran along his lips and he tasted lipstick and he saw a little flush on her cheeks as he did and...
#1. He was just so serious. She should pay more attention; this is important! But when his face crinkled up like that and his glasses slid down on his nose as he gestured with the pen in his hand.
He's that guy, you know, that guy. Always serious, never quite noticing that women think he's cute in a geeky/awkward, aging guy kinda way. The guy that women want to kiss. They don't of course. It would be wrong.
And so for all those women, she thought, she leaned in and pushed his glasses back up on his nose. He startled and stared at her. 'Cuz, after all, she still had her finger on his nose and her face was inches from his.
And maybe if his lips hadn't parted then or that she just felt that his lips looked dry and needed a little tongue to run along them.
So she did and then she kissed him and after a moment he kissed back.
She did it for all the women that wanted to kiss 'that guy'. And now, it had been done.
#2
She bit on the end of her lip, concentrating on getting the calculations right. He sat next to her in the plane waiting for the takeoff. She was a pretty middle-aged businesswoman off to yet another meeting. Away from family whom she did miss and yet, it was nice to be needed and to be paid for it. At least that is what he thought. She was so serious that he finally had to say something, 'Fly a lot?' Oh great question, dummy; maybe I should ask her sign next.
She nodded and returned to her work. She shifted slightly in the seat, he saw the hem of her dress pull slightly higher just above her knee. Nice legs. He looked back at his magazine. She smelled nice too and her face was quite pretty, sexy even.
"I'd like to kiss you" he thought. Yeah, right, that would get him bounced right off the plane. She put down her pen on her pad and looked at him with an eyebrow raised, a sexy eyebrow at that.
"I..." he thought for a second and said "I don't think I said anything."
"You said that you'd like to kiss me!" she said as the plane taxied for the takeoff.
He stared at her. "I...don't think I said...." he stumbled over his words and she continued to look at him rather sternly and as the jet roared she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Wet lips. Soft lips. A touch of tongue and then it was gone.
He opened his eyes. They were flying and she was working on her calculations again. And that hadn't happened. And he looked at her and she seemed so focused on her work and he knew that his imagination had leaped ahead of him. And his tongue ran along his lips and he tasted lipstick and he saw a little flush on her cheeks as he did and...
Rikki_13
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Thank you so very much agedmac!!! Both kisses were so delicious and yummy!!! May I ask for more? Or at least a continuation of the second story? Please?
Lorilei
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Really, REALLY loved these, especially the first one. You have no idea how many times I've felt like that. They both felt so real.
Nice to meet you, AM!
hmm
Thanks Rikki and Loreli
I've revisiting both the mini-kiss stories and well, I think I'd ruin them by adding more words.
Sometimes a thought is a perfect erotic statement
like.....
#1
She tasted the wine on her lips. Perfect flavor, a little tart, she thought quietly, just like her. Only. That wasn't her. She was one of those women who did everything right. Perfect house. Perfect makeup. Perfect life. She twirled the ring on her finger. But she didn't want that. Or she did, but now?
He smiled at her. "Penny for your thoughts." She looked back at him. He wasn't perfect. Hair not trimmed. Tie off center. Face, well, a bit worn. She sipped the wine again and crossed her long perfect legs, her dress sliding up above her knees, the silky nylons crinkling quietly in the soft music of the bar.
"Only a penny?" she said, looking down at her wine, her finger trailing over the edge of the glass.
He looked a bit startled and she knew she had rattled him. It's fun to rattle guys, she thought. "Um, well," he said as his voice dropped down quietly, "How much do you charge?"
She didn't look up but felt the flush on her cheeks. He thinks I'm.....
She looked up at him and sipped her tart wine again, well why not?
"$500" she said quietly. He smiled and said, 'wow' and walked away.
And she realized that perfect isn't all it's cracked up to be.
#2
She wiped away the tears of so many words and things said and unsaid. Her breath caught in her chest and she looked up into the mirror. All the hurt and malice and mistakes were there against her throat. Her fingers moved along her neck to make them go away. Her eyes bright and..... unsure. But he stood quietly over her shoulder and leaned in and lightly touched her soft skin on the back of her neck looking into her eyes through the mirror that reflected back the past.
She blinked away the feelings of so many things wrong as he said so softly.
"I'm not him"
New tears in her eyes. Tears of hope and possibility as she thought deep in her heart.
"......Begin again."
Thanks Rikki and Loreli
I've revisiting both the mini-kiss stories and well, I think I'd ruin them by adding more words.
Sometimes a thought is a perfect erotic statement
like.....
#1
She tasted the wine on her lips. Perfect flavor, a little tart, she thought quietly, just like her. Only. That wasn't her. She was one of those women who did everything right. Perfect house. Perfect makeup. Perfect life. She twirled the ring on her finger. But she didn't want that. Or she did, but now?
He smiled at her. "Penny for your thoughts." She looked back at him. He wasn't perfect. Hair not trimmed. Tie off center. Face, well, a bit worn. She sipped the wine again and crossed her long perfect legs, her dress sliding up above her knees, the silky nylons crinkling quietly in the soft music of the bar.
"Only a penny?" she said, looking down at her wine, her finger trailing over the edge of the glass.
He looked a bit startled and she knew she had rattled him. It's fun to rattle guys, she thought. "Um, well," he said as his voice dropped down quietly, "How much do you charge?"
She didn't look up but felt the flush on her cheeks. He thinks I'm.....
She looked up at him and sipped her tart wine again, well why not?
"$500" she said quietly. He smiled and said, 'wow' and walked away.
And she realized that perfect isn't all it's cracked up to be.
#2
She wiped away the tears of so many words and things said and unsaid. Her breath caught in her chest and she looked up into the mirror. All the hurt and malice and mistakes were there against her throat. Her fingers moved along her neck to make them go away. Her eyes bright and..... unsure. But he stood quietly over her shoulder and leaned in and lightly touched her soft skin on the back of her neck looking into her eyes through the mirror that reflected back the past.
She blinked away the feelings of so many things wrong as he said so softly.
"I'm not him"
New tears in her eyes. Tears of hope and possibility as she thought deep in her heart.
"......Begin again."
Roxanne_Smith69
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Roxanne_Smith69
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OMG -- beyond delicious. That one pushed ... well, like ALL of my buttons.
*whew*
Rox
RyanBlack
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Special thanks to Morri for her help with finding and posting the images for this story and to a certain someone for inspiring it with a new set of pearls
Ryan’s wrists are tied to the corners of their canopied four post bed.
He sits propped up against the headboard on the pillows she had placed there to keep him elevated. He had chuckled when she was kneeling over him securing his arms with his own neck ties, trying to kiss and touch and distract.
His brow is now shining with tiny beads of sweat while his chest, covered with a light dusting of hair rises and falls a little more rapidly than usual. Her control of the situation has already heightened his arousal. She can see it in his skin color, the small peaks of his nipples and the mostly hard length laying across his stomach.
His eyes are fixed on the woman before him, naked as he is, feeling exposed and vulnerable and unable to take his eyes off her moving form. She is his physically ideal woman. He likes looking at her, not ashamed at the obvious lust he feels for her.
But she is not restrained. At the foot of the bed she smiles at him, winding and weaving from post to post, as if she were dancing just for him -- and she is. Her breasts move and shift with her motions and she spreads her legs as she steps back and forth, revealing toned inner thighs that open slightly accented by a small strip of hair. He feels like he is peeping at her performance.
She smiles a crooked, mischievous and wicked smile and teasingly touches her toes to his leg, making his cock twitch.
"Are you all right," she asks with feigned innocence and he can only swallow and nod, eyes on her body.
Harmony knows what he wants—that he wants the slippery entrance to her body, he wants her to let him see, he her to let him touch and taste. She wants to let him, but all in good time.
He pulls on the restraints, grunting slightly at the inability to reach for her, but she knows how to tie him in knots. He is trapped and at her mercy.
She lays her hand over her smooth sex, blocking his view. She wants him to see her eyes. Ryan looks up recognizes the desire flickering in them, her pupils widened and dark. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, her lips full and glistening as her tongue wanders absentmindedly over them. Her own arousal, serves to fuel his even more.
He loves her lips, the ones she licks when he is licking her and the others, lower down, the ones she covers with her fingers that should be replaced with his own. He wants to touch them and feel their softness. He wants to lick her, offer her his kisses wherever she wants them. Taste her mouth and her secret place, there where her perfect tanned skin blends into a smooth shade of rose, soft as the petals of a flower.
Spreading her fingers, she allows him to see the lighter skin. It is so inviting and wet. His gaze wanders to her now swelling clit Harmony begins to make small circles with her middle finger at her opening, looking at him with slightly unfocused eyes as his gaze jumps back and forth between her face and her fingers.
She dips one fingertip inside herself and makes a slight moaning sound, biting at her lower lip to quell the sound. When it is wet, she slides her finger back up to her clit, teasing it with her juices. Ryan begins to lick his lips at the thought of it being his mouth that she dips her finger into, his lips that she shares the sweet flavor with.
"Please, let me touch you," he pleads, but Harmony only smiles at him.
He knows it is useless and that she will only free him when she wants to and no sooner.
She gets on her knees and crawls towards him. Ryan struggles to get free. His movements shake the bed back and forth slightly, but her knots are fast.
Carefully avoiding any other part of his body, she bends her head down above his now completely hard and throbbing shaft and licks it, long and sensuously. His hips thrust upward involuntarily at the sensation. Only when he stops trying for more does she let him feel the rest of her body on his. She glides up his body from the middle, insuring that his cock nestles between her breasts as she moves up. Higher she flows with her nipples grazing his skin until they are face to face again.
"Kiss me," he says weakly and to his surprise she does. Her breasts press against and his lips crush against hers. She loves when they kiss. So does he. And after so many years of kissing, it has sometimes grown perfunctory, casual and quick pecks. This kiss was not like that. Even restrained, Ryan surged against her mouth and kisses her with as much passion as any man had ever kissed a woman.
The sound that comes from his throat is half animal growl and half consumed in pleasure, muffled by the kiss, and she rubs herself against his skin. His hands clench and open again. How he craves touching her, exploring her body at leisure, but it is not to be. She has decided that she is going to be in control this time.
In their kiss, he does not see her reach for something on the bedside table. Nor does he hear the small clicking sounds. She presses her hand to his bare chest, something cool entwined in her fingers. “I bought myself a present” she says, “and want to try them on.”
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When he breaks the kiss and looks down, he sees the pearl necklace, the black pearls she had bought for herself—she didn’t know what it was what she had in mind at the time, but it had come to her and she knew it was going to be fun to try. Something in her look tells him he should let her do whatever she wants and he will be a happier man for it.
She pools the black beads in a puddle on his chest and begins to roll them over his skin.
The hard pearls feel good on, especially with her warm hand holding them there, rubbing tenderly. He leans forward for another kiss, but she pulls away.
When he breaks the kiss and looks down, he sees the pearl necklace, the black pearls she had bought for herself—she didn’t know that this was what she had in mind at the time, but it had come to her and she knew it was something she just had to try.
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Sliding to the end of the bed, settling the pearls around her neck, she sits back and spreads her toned and tan legs slowly. He suppresses a moan, but she can see his cock twitch at the sight. Winding the the necklace around her fingers, she holds it taut and flicks her tongue at the pearls, looking him in the eye. She is enjoying the teasing and he is suffering willingly.
Her hands cup her breasts, the black spheres shimmer against them, contrasting shimmering black against the rosy skin of her nipples, the mounds of tanned flesh.
She draws the strands between her breasts, sliding the necklace up and down through the soft valley. When she presses them together, he can only see the ends of the necklace, and she slowly pulls it through with her mouth.
"You have something I'd like to have right here," she croons in a low sexy drawl, "Something hot, not as cool as these pearls."
The end of the necklace finally escapes from between her breasts and she draws the pearls through her mouth and across her agile tongue.
She sees him mouth words none can hear, his eyes on her lips. With the pearls dangling from these same lips, she crawls towards him on all fours again, dragging them over the bed.
They graze against his legs as she moves higher and he moans when they come in contact with his balls. She drags the hard beads across his cock and up his belly enjoying the squirming he does under her.
Once more, their faces are close. She lets the pearls fall from her lips so she can kiss him and the necklace slip down his chest get caught on his erect cock, making him utter a sound of surprise and pleasure when her abdomen presses them against him firmly.
She kisses him hard and his head hits the oak headboard almost painfully. Her teeth tug on his lower lip and she pulls away from him. Kneeling over him, she drags the necklace around his cock once and then up over her belly as she turns away from him.
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The pearls roll over her buttocks, his eyes following their every move, every bit of soft skin they caress, running along the crack, but before he can enjoy the view any more, she is seated at the foot of the bed, pearls being dragged back up between her closed thighs.
With a long-drawn sigh, she opens her legs to his eyes, and no matter how many times he has seen her sex, no matter how often they had made love over the years the sight of her causes a intake of breath, nearly a gasp.
She knew how he wanted her then. Even after all these years it was her that made him groan with need and want and desire.
"Mmm, it feels so good when they roll over my clit," she moans and his eyes stay fixed on where the pearls bump across the sensitive little nub that he loves to lick and suck on.
Harmony next uses her fingers to move the outer lips and reveal the inner lips of her flower. She presses the end of the necklace just inside herself and he lets out a shuddering breath. "That is so sexy," he whispers, unable to look away from those fingers that push more and more pearls inside. Then she holds herself open, “Ryan” she says so he will watch her face again. She wants him to see both her face and the pearls as they pop out one by one while she tugs on the string, drawing the now very slippery pearls more firmly across her even more swollen clit; the movement and texture and his watching her now beginning to make her own breath come more quickly.
"I think I could use some help here,” her voice has become husky with her own need.
Harmony’s eyes watch him lustfully and he wants to get to her, touch her and hold her legs open so he can see her sex up close. He wants to wrap the pearls round his fingers and push them softly inside her, feeling the welcoming wetness and responding to her arousal. He would make her moan with pleasure and make sure the pearls press against her favorite spot, massaging it slowly but with increasing pressure. Ryan wants to do all this and more. He strains forward, the ties taut and quivering, tightening against his wrists and holding him back.
Seeing his lust, she returns to him, coming close to him and pressing her breasts to his face. He opens his mouth to gently suck on one of her nipples and flick and swirl his tongue over it to feel it harden and swell. Then she offers him her other breast, he circles its nipple also, leaving a wet trace where his tongue has been.
Harmony faces him, kneeling on him and pressing her sex against his cock, rocking her hips back and forth to fuel their need even more. Sliding cool hands over his chest and grazing his own sensitive nipples she continues to stroke upwards until her hands are in his hair. She grasps his head and leaning into him kisses him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, moaning with desire.
"I want you," she whispers into his ear before kissing him again. His lips are demanding, sucking and kissing every part of her that he can reach, ravenous. She loves the sounds he makes, and most of all she loves that she is the one who is making him want her so much. His moans in her ear make her shiver with delight and her pussy becomes even wetter.
Letting him taste her skin, she reaches down for his hardness and strokes it to enjoy his excitement for a moment. She feels him trembling under her touch. "I want you," she says again and he nips at her neck. At last, this brings a small cry from her. "I want you to fuck me," she growls at him. Her teasing had pushed her own arousal very close to the edge of control.
He wants to give in to her demands immediately and waits for her to untie him.
Instead, she winds the pearls around his cock, beginning just under its tip. Her hand wraps around it and the necklace massages him tightly as she strokes his pearl encrusted cock firmly. He is still slippery from her grinding against him and the sensation and image of the slippery pearls and his cock in her hands cause a muffled moan against her shoulder.
He closes his eyes tightly, trying not to cum yet. The tip of his cock is swollen and darkened with blood. She looks at the contrast of the black pearls against the fair and silk like smoothness of the skin of his cock. She can’t stand it any longer.
She pulls his head back by his hair again and whispers against his lips, "I want to make you feel really good now."
Grasping him again she brushes the tip of his cock along her slippery opening. Harmony wants to immediately arch her back and push him deep inside her, impaling her sex on his hard flesh.
She plants her knees on either side of him and continues to stroke herself with the tip of his cock rocking her hips to increase the length of each stroke.
“I could cum like this” she thinks to herself, “just stroking myself with him.” She briefly imagines doing so until he gave in to the touches and shot his cum all over her clit, she imagined the hot slippery fluid splashing against her sex and her ass, and then letting him lick her. The thought was nearly enough to push her over the edge.
The tip of his cock lodges at her entrance, that opening he likes so much. It is so inviting, wet and ready for him to slide in. Her hand is still holding him, keeping the pearls in place. When he feels her outer lips begin to engulf the tip she places a finger against his mouth as he calls out her name and a long groaning “fuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk” in response to the heat and tightness grasping the tip of his cock.
She glides him further into her and when the ridge and pearls slip inside the tight inner ring of muscle she echoes his cry of pleasure back at him.
He watches her face, flushed and radiant. His teeth sink into her neck and she wraps an arm around his shoulders to steady herself briefly before lowering herself completely down and completely connecting them as fully as possible.
Harmony is careful. If she rushes things he will explode too soon. So she takes her time to savor the sensation of being stretched and let him get used to the new feelings the pearls are causing to his cock.
The hard pearls squeeze around him and against her walls. His thighs tremble and she can feel them against her backside, having taken him in all the way. She sits on his lap, his cock buried within her and places her hands on his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, her lips on the side of his neck.
He hears her labored breathing just as she can hear his. It is a long time before they both have enough self control to move again for fear of rushing them both into climax.
Reaching for his wrists, she frees him from the ties and he wraps strong arms around to hold her in a tight, loving embrace. Ryan pulls her head back by her long hair and she sinks back until she lies between his legs, her pelvis high and pussy impaled on his cock. Knowing how much she likes it, he reaches around to cup and caress and grasp at her butt. She wraps her fingers around the base of his cock and catches the end of the necklace and wrap it behind his balls so she can pull and stroke him into her in a gentle rhythm.
Her hips begin to rotate and the pearl wrapped cock rumbles across that spot inside her that shoots the electricity through her abdomen and up her spine into her brain.
Ryan watches her, his eyes moving over her outstretched body to her face and back down to watch his cock, wrapped in black pearls gliding inside her, being possessed by her.
Her eyes are closed, head turned to one side, fingers at her lips. He loves to hear her moaning, knowing he is pleasing her.
Her clit is hardened, and throbbing from the sensations of the pearls grazing it each time as his cock penetrates her at a steady but quickening pace.
She is nearing her first climax. He can tell by the way her motions become shuddering and less co-ordinated, less smooth.
He presses the pearls and his cock against her and grinds at the end of each thrust as he begins to move in and out of her with more strength and speed.
Her belly tightens and she strains up, arching her back, her breasts shaking. Her face taking on the familiar look he loves to see there—a look of giving in and letting go, of having her control of her body wrenched from her grasp by the sheer pleasure of their passion
His cock moves within her searing heat and then the rhythmic tightening begins.
He locks his gaze on her face as her orgasm comes over her and her body rises and falls more and more, tremors coursing through her, a boiling heat spreading from the depths of her pussy outward and into her legs, up through her belly, travelling up her spine, making her nipples tingle with a rush of blood. He takes hold of her hips and pulls her onto him tightly, both arms wrapped around them. She yells something unintelligible and almost certainly “dirty” as the final stages of the orgasm finally release her from their grip.
She weakly calls out his name and he groans at her new tightness. Ryan takes the end of the pearl necklace and tugs firmly on it, watching more and more of it appear wet from her still slightly trembling body.
The sensation makes her writhe even more as it drives her into another lesser orgasm. He has to hold her in place with his free hand until he finishes withdrawing them.
Dropping the pearls beside them, he leans forward, covering her breasts with kisses. Then, he pulls her up and she is limp in his arms, exhausted. He rocks her and his cock twitches inside her wet silkiness. Keeping her close, her pussy tight against his groin, he enjoys the feeling of her body in his arms. She is still moaning and breathing hard. She feels dizzy, hot and spent.
Suddenly, he is perfectly still, his arms tight around her back and hips, and his cock swells a little more. Without moving Ryan erupts in her, his eyes open wide in surprise at the intensity. She feels a stream fill her, hitting the back of her inner walls, and she shudders with pleasure. Her lips crush against his as he cums and gasps into her mouth, releasing jet after jet of his seed into her body.
With a long-drawn moan he comes down from his orgasm and leans against the headboard, cuddling her warm, limp form. Soft murmurs and some vague threats of causing him bodily harm if he does that to her again and more serious retribution if he doesn’t.
Burying his face in her thick dark hair, he whispers how much he loves her. She squeezes his cock in response and moans, her fingers circling thoughtlessly on his shoulders.
He slides the quilt from the side over them both and nestles down into their bed against her back, not letting her go even for a second. The warmth surrounds them, bringing welcome sleep to the lovers, letting them drift off exhausted from their lovemaking. Before sleep takes him, he looks at her relaxed face, the little furrow on her forehead all but gone, eyes closed and moving under the lids. He can’t resist kissing her one last time. Together, they sleep, entangled and wonderfully spent.
Ryan’s wrists are tied to the corners of their canopied four post bed.
He sits propped up against the headboard on the pillows she had placed there to keep him elevated. He had chuckled when she was kneeling over him securing his arms with his own neck ties, trying to kiss and touch and distract.
His brow is now shining with tiny beads of sweat while his chest, covered with a light dusting of hair rises and falls a little more rapidly than usual. Her control of the situation has already heightened his arousal. She can see it in his skin color, the small peaks of his nipples and the mostly hard length laying across his stomach.
His eyes are fixed on the woman before him, naked as he is, feeling exposed and vulnerable and unable to take his eyes off her moving form. She is his physically ideal woman. He likes looking at her, not ashamed at the obvious lust he feels for her.
But she is not restrained. At the foot of the bed she smiles at him, winding and weaving from post to post, as if she were dancing just for him -- and she is. Her breasts move and shift with her motions and she spreads her legs as she steps back and forth, revealing toned inner thighs that open slightly accented by a small strip of hair. He feels like he is peeping at her performance.
She smiles a crooked, mischievous and wicked smile and teasingly touches her toes to his leg, making his cock twitch.
"Are you all right," she asks with feigned innocence and he can only swallow and nod, eyes on her body.
Harmony knows what he wants—that he wants the slippery entrance to her body, he wants her to let him see, he her to let him touch and taste. She wants to let him, but all in good time.
He pulls on the restraints, grunting slightly at the inability to reach for her, but she knows how to tie him in knots. He is trapped and at her mercy.
She lays her hand over her smooth sex, blocking his view. She wants him to see her eyes. Ryan looks up recognizes the desire flickering in them, her pupils widened and dark. Her cheeks are flushed and rosy, her lips full and glistening as her tongue wanders absentmindedly over them. Her own arousal, serves to fuel his even more.
He loves her lips, the ones she licks when he is licking her and the others, lower down, the ones she covers with her fingers that should be replaced with his own. He wants to touch them and feel their softness. He wants to lick her, offer her his kisses wherever she wants them. Taste her mouth and her secret place, there where her perfect tanned skin blends into a smooth shade of rose, soft as the petals of a flower.
Spreading her fingers, she allows him to see the lighter skin. It is so inviting and wet. His gaze wanders to her now swelling clit Harmony begins to make small circles with her middle finger at her opening, looking at him with slightly unfocused eyes as his gaze jumps back and forth between her face and her fingers.
She dips one fingertip inside herself and makes a slight moaning sound, biting at her lower lip to quell the sound. When it is wet, she slides her finger back up to her clit, teasing it with her juices. Ryan begins to lick his lips at the thought of it being his mouth that she dips her finger into, his lips that she shares the sweet flavor with.
"Please, let me touch you," he pleads, but Harmony only smiles at him.
He knows it is useless and that she will only free him when she wants to and no sooner.
She gets on her knees and crawls towards him. Ryan struggles to get free. His movements shake the bed back and forth slightly, but her knots are fast.
Carefully avoiding any other part of his body, she bends her head down above his now completely hard and throbbing shaft and licks it, long and sensuously. His hips thrust upward involuntarily at the sensation. Only when he stops trying for more does she let him feel the rest of her body on his. She glides up his body from the middle, insuring that his cock nestles between her breasts as she moves up. Higher she flows with her nipples grazing his skin until they are face to face again.
"Kiss me," he says weakly and to his surprise she does. Her breasts press against and his lips crush against hers. She loves when they kiss. So does he. And after so many years of kissing, it has sometimes grown perfunctory, casual and quick pecks. This kiss was not like that. Even restrained, Ryan surged against her mouth and kisses her with as much passion as any man had ever kissed a woman.
The sound that comes from his throat is half animal growl and half consumed in pleasure, muffled by the kiss, and she rubs herself against his skin. His hands clench and open again. How he craves touching her, exploring her body at leisure, but it is not to be. She has decided that she is going to be in control this time.
In their kiss, he does not see her reach for something on the bedside table. Nor does he hear the small clicking sounds. She presses her hand to his bare chest, something cool entwined in her fingers. “I bought myself a present” she says, “and want to try them on.”
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When he breaks the kiss and looks down, he sees the pearl necklace, the black pearls she had bought for herself—she didn’t know what it was what she had in mind at the time, but it had come to her and she knew it was going to be fun to try. Something in her look tells him he should let her do whatever she wants and he will be a happier man for it.
She pools the black beads in a puddle on his chest and begins to roll them over his skin.
The hard pearls feel good on, especially with her warm hand holding them there, rubbing tenderly. He leans forward for another kiss, but she pulls away.
When he breaks the kiss and looks down, he sees the pearl necklace, the black pearls she had bought for herself—she didn’t know that this was what she had in mind at the time, but it had come to her and she knew it was something she just had to try.
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Sliding to the end of the bed, settling the pearls around her neck, she sits back and spreads her toned and tan legs slowly. He suppresses a moan, but she can see his cock twitch at the sight. Winding the the necklace around her fingers, she holds it taut and flicks her tongue at the pearls, looking him in the eye. She is enjoying the teasing and he is suffering willingly.
Her hands cup her breasts, the black spheres shimmer against them, contrasting shimmering black against the rosy skin of her nipples, the mounds of tanned flesh.
She draws the strands between her breasts, sliding the necklace up and down through the soft valley. When she presses them together, he can only see the ends of the necklace, and she slowly pulls it through with her mouth.
"You have something I'd like to have right here," she croons in a low sexy drawl, "Something hot, not as cool as these pearls."
The end of the necklace finally escapes from between her breasts and she draws the pearls through her mouth and across her agile tongue.
She sees him mouth words none can hear, his eyes on her lips. With the pearls dangling from these same lips, she crawls towards him on all fours again, dragging them over the bed.
They graze against his legs as she moves higher and he moans when they come in contact with his balls. She drags the hard beads across his cock and up his belly enjoying the squirming he does under her.
Once more, their faces are close. She lets the pearls fall from her lips so she can kiss him and the necklace slip down his chest get caught on his erect cock, making him utter a sound of surprise and pleasure when her abdomen presses them against him firmly.
She kisses him hard and his head hits the oak headboard almost painfully. Her teeth tug on his lower lip and she pulls away from him. Kneeling over him, she drags the necklace around his cock once and then up over her belly as she turns away from him.
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The pearls roll over her buttocks, his eyes following their every move, every bit of soft skin they caress, running along the crack, but before he can enjoy the view any more, she is seated at the foot of the bed, pearls being dragged back up between her closed thighs.
With a long-drawn sigh, she opens her legs to his eyes, and no matter how many times he has seen her sex, no matter how often they had made love over the years the sight of her causes a intake of breath, nearly a gasp.
She knew how he wanted her then. Even after all these years it was her that made him groan with need and want and desire.
"Mmm, it feels so good when they roll over my clit," she moans and his eyes stay fixed on where the pearls bump across the sensitive little nub that he loves to lick and suck on.
Harmony next uses her fingers to move the outer lips and reveal the inner lips of her flower. She presses the end of the necklace just inside herself and he lets out a shuddering breath. "That is so sexy," he whispers, unable to look away from those fingers that push more and more pearls inside. Then she holds herself open, “Ryan” she says so he will watch her face again. She wants him to see both her face and the pearls as they pop out one by one while she tugs on the string, drawing the now very slippery pearls more firmly across her even more swollen clit; the movement and texture and his watching her now beginning to make her own breath come more quickly.
"I think I could use some help here,” her voice has become husky with her own need.
Harmony’s eyes watch him lustfully and he wants to get to her, touch her and hold her legs open so he can see her sex up close. He wants to wrap the pearls round his fingers and push them softly inside her, feeling the welcoming wetness and responding to her arousal. He would make her moan with pleasure and make sure the pearls press against her favorite spot, massaging it slowly but with increasing pressure. Ryan wants to do all this and more. He strains forward, the ties taut and quivering, tightening against his wrists and holding him back.
Seeing his lust, she returns to him, coming close to him and pressing her breasts to his face. He opens his mouth to gently suck on one of her nipples and flick and swirl his tongue over it to feel it harden and swell. Then she offers him her other breast, he circles its nipple also, leaving a wet trace where his tongue has been.
Harmony faces him, kneeling on him and pressing her sex against his cock, rocking her hips back and forth to fuel their need even more. Sliding cool hands over his chest and grazing his own sensitive nipples she continues to stroke upwards until her hands are in his hair. She grasps his head and leaning into him kisses him hard, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, moaning with desire.
"I want you," she whispers into his ear before kissing him again. His lips are demanding, sucking and kissing every part of her that he can reach, ravenous. She loves the sounds he makes, and most of all she loves that she is the one who is making him want her so much. His moans in her ear make her shiver with delight and her pussy becomes even wetter.
Letting him taste her skin, she reaches down for his hardness and strokes it to enjoy his excitement for a moment. She feels him trembling under her touch. "I want you," she says again and he nips at her neck. At last, this brings a small cry from her. "I want you to fuck me," she growls at him. Her teasing had pushed her own arousal very close to the edge of control.
He wants to give in to her demands immediately and waits for her to untie him.
Instead, she winds the pearls around his cock, beginning just under its tip. Her hand wraps around it and the necklace massages him tightly as she strokes his pearl encrusted cock firmly. He is still slippery from her grinding against him and the sensation and image of the slippery pearls and his cock in her hands cause a muffled moan against her shoulder.
He closes his eyes tightly, trying not to cum yet. The tip of his cock is swollen and darkened with blood. She looks at the contrast of the black pearls against the fair and silk like smoothness of the skin of his cock. She can’t stand it any longer.
She pulls his head back by his hair again and whispers against his lips, "I want to make you feel really good now."
Grasping him again she brushes the tip of his cock along her slippery opening. Harmony wants to immediately arch her back and push him deep inside her, impaling her sex on his hard flesh.
She plants her knees on either side of him and continues to stroke herself with the tip of his cock rocking her hips to increase the length of each stroke.
“I could cum like this” she thinks to herself, “just stroking myself with him.” She briefly imagines doing so until he gave in to the touches and shot his cum all over her clit, she imagined the hot slippery fluid splashing against her sex and her ass, and then letting him lick her. The thought was nearly enough to push her over the edge.
The tip of his cock lodges at her entrance, that opening he likes so much. It is so inviting, wet and ready for him to slide in. Her hand is still holding him, keeping the pearls in place. When he feels her outer lips begin to engulf the tip she places a finger against his mouth as he calls out her name and a long groaning “fuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkk” in response to the heat and tightness grasping the tip of his cock.
She glides him further into her and when the ridge and pearls slip inside the tight inner ring of muscle she echoes his cry of pleasure back at him.
He watches her face, flushed and radiant. His teeth sink into her neck and she wraps an arm around his shoulders to steady herself briefly before lowering herself completely down and completely connecting them as fully as possible.
Harmony is careful. If she rushes things he will explode too soon. So she takes her time to savor the sensation of being stretched and let him get used to the new feelings the pearls are causing to his cock.
The hard pearls squeeze around him and against her walls. His thighs tremble and she can feel them against her backside, having taken him in all the way. She sits on his lap, his cock buried within her and places her hands on his chest, resting her head on his shoulder, her lips on the side of his neck.
He hears her labored breathing just as she can hear his. It is a long time before they both have enough self control to move again for fear of rushing them both into climax.
Reaching for his wrists, she frees him from the ties and he wraps strong arms around to hold her in a tight, loving embrace. Ryan pulls her head back by her long hair and she sinks back until she lies between his legs, her pelvis high and pussy impaled on his cock. Knowing how much she likes it, he reaches around to cup and caress and grasp at her butt. She wraps her fingers around the base of his cock and catches the end of the necklace and wrap it behind his balls so she can pull and stroke him into her in a gentle rhythm.
Her hips begin to rotate and the pearl wrapped cock rumbles across that spot inside her that shoots the electricity through her abdomen and up her spine into her brain.
Ryan watches her, his eyes moving over her outstretched body to her face and back down to watch his cock, wrapped in black pearls gliding inside her, being possessed by her.
Her eyes are closed, head turned to one side, fingers at her lips. He loves to hear her moaning, knowing he is pleasing her.
Her clit is hardened, and throbbing from the sensations of the pearls grazing it each time as his cock penetrates her at a steady but quickening pace.
She is nearing her first climax. He can tell by the way her motions become shuddering and less co-ordinated, less smooth.
He presses the pearls and his cock against her and grinds at the end of each thrust as he begins to move in and out of her with more strength and speed.
Her belly tightens and she strains up, arching her back, her breasts shaking. Her face taking on the familiar look he loves to see there—a look of giving in and letting go, of having her control of her body wrenched from her grasp by the sheer pleasure of their passion
His cock moves within her searing heat and then the rhythmic tightening begins.
He locks his gaze on her face as her orgasm comes over her and her body rises and falls more and more, tremors coursing through her, a boiling heat spreading from the depths of her pussy outward and into her legs, up through her belly, travelling up her spine, making her nipples tingle with a rush of blood. He takes hold of her hips and pulls her onto him tightly, both arms wrapped around them. She yells something unintelligible and almost certainly “dirty” as the final stages of the orgasm finally release her from their grip.
She weakly calls out his name and he groans at her new tightness. Ryan takes the end of the pearl necklace and tugs firmly on it, watching more and more of it appear wet from her still slightly trembling body.
The sensation makes her writhe even more as it drives her into another lesser orgasm. He has to hold her in place with his free hand until he finishes withdrawing them.
Dropping the pearls beside them, he leans forward, covering her breasts with kisses. Then, he pulls her up and she is limp in his arms, exhausted. He rocks her and his cock twitches inside her wet silkiness. Keeping her close, her pussy tight against his groin, he enjoys the feeling of her body in his arms. She is still moaning and breathing hard. She feels dizzy, hot and spent.
Suddenly, he is perfectly still, his arms tight around her back and hips, and his cock swells a little more. Without moving Ryan erupts in her, his eyes open wide in surprise at the intensity. She feels a stream fill her, hitting the back of her inner walls, and she shudders with pleasure. Her lips crush against his as he cums and gasps into her mouth, releasing jet after jet of his seed into her body.
With a long-drawn moan he comes down from his orgasm and leans against the headboard, cuddling her warm, limp form. Soft murmurs and some vague threats of causing him bodily harm if he does that to her again and more serious retribution if he doesn’t.
Burying his face in her thick dark hair, he whispers how much he loves her. She squeezes his cock in response and moans, her fingers circling thoughtlessly on his shoulders.
He slides the quilt from the side over them both and nestles down into their bed against her back, not letting her go even for a second. The warmth surrounds them, bringing welcome sleep to the lovers, letting them drift off exhausted from their lovemaking. Before sleep takes him, he looks at her relaxed face, the little furrow on her forehead all but gone, eyes closed and moving under the lids. He can’t resist kissing her one last time. Together, they sleep, entangled and wonderfully spent.
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Love your mini-stories AM!!! Can we have more please? Pretty please?
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OMG -- beyond delicious. That one pushed ... well, like ALL of my buttons.
*whew*
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Thank you Rox!!! Love the writing and the love on this thread!!!
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She was leaning against the wall, flipping through a magazine. Maybe she was 40, give or take a few years. Her face was beautiful in a mature way, one of those women that might have been 'cute' or 'plain' as a girl but who had grown into beautiful.
And she was so curvy. Her body was full. No, she wasn't fat. She wasn't round either, just very curvy, real hips, a set of breasts moving slightly in her dress.
And she was so dressed. A very nice dress that seemed soft and clingy in some ways and yet fell around her curves so nicely. As she leaned back a moment looking around, her breasts pressed against the fabric, the hint of a very nice cleavage slipped a bit out of the top of the dress. Her shoes were nice, fashionable, with a little heel.
He sighed. Yeah, a wedding ring too. She had the look of a woman who knew how to keep her man happy but there was something else, maybe it was her sparkling brown eyes, her dark mane of hair falling around her face and neck, something.....
He walked to another spot in the store. He felt his erection grow in his dress slacks and he repositioned slightly. What the hell am I doing, he thought. I'm a middle aged guy at least 15 years older than she, looking at this woman like.....what? He shook his head and started to leave but at that exact moment, fate changed everything.
For she leaned down. One of those annoying inserts had fallen out of the magazine she was reading. And as she leaned, his position was..... well, it was perfect. Her dress bloused out slightly as she bent forward, her breasts came into view. Real breasts encased in a soft frilly white bra that left so much of her beautiful ladies uncovered and he found that he was holding his breath as they moved softly in slow motion. And as she straightened back up, she looked up and directly into his eyes.
He had a moment of true clarity. Woman. Completely woman. Sexy, eyes shining, face fascinating in life and meaning. She did not move her eyes from him, nor he from her. Then. A tiny flicker of a smile moved across her face, her eyes brightening more, crinkling in amusement, her soft lips parting ever so slightly, the tiniest movement of her tongue moistening the full red lips. Her eyes continued to look at him.
He put his hand on his heart, softly patted there and mouthed clearly to her, "Thank you so much".
For a moment, she looked...bothered....offended? But it passed--maybe she knew that his comment was genuine and sincere. Her eyes finally moved from him as she glanced around for a second in the store. She moved off the spot she was standing and took steps forward approaching him, never moving her eyes from his. Until she was in right in front of him. He looked into her eyes and then down to her mouth and back up to her eyes again. "Do I know you?" she said softly, in a strong full woman's voice.
He cleared his throat and said, "Oh yes, I am a man who truly has had his whole week made today just looking at you."
He could tell she was about to say something to deflect that compliment but she stopped and her smile deepened. She moved to him and let her lips touch his, very softly, she moved them over his.... Wetly... and then she moved them into a kiss and so gently kissed the edge of his mouth. He didn't move. She touched his face with her soft hand and that same hand brushed back her hair softly from the edge of her face.
She shook her head and sighed softly. "Maybe. Someday." and moved away from him and through the doors of the store.
He breathed in the air around him, full of her perfume, the taste of her lipstick on his lips.
"Someday", he said softly.
She was leaning against the wall, flipping through a magazine. Maybe she was 40, give or take a few years. Her face was beautiful in a mature way, one of those women that might have been 'cute' or 'plain' as a girl but who had grown into beautiful.
And she was so curvy. Her body was full. No, she wasn't fat. She wasn't round either, just very curvy, real hips, a set of breasts moving slightly in her dress.
And she was so dressed. A very nice dress that seemed soft and clingy in some ways and yet fell around her curves so nicely. As she leaned back a moment looking around, her breasts pressed against the fabric, the hint of a very nice cleavage slipped a bit out of the top of the dress. Her shoes were nice, fashionable, with a little heel.
He sighed. Yeah, a wedding ring too. She had the look of a woman who knew how to keep her man happy but there was something else, maybe it was her sparkling brown eyes, her dark mane of hair falling around her face and neck, something.....
He walked to another spot in the store. He felt his erection grow in his dress slacks and he repositioned slightly. What the hell am I doing, he thought. I'm a middle aged guy at least 15 years older than she, looking at this woman like.....what? He shook his head and started to leave but at that exact moment, fate changed everything.
For she leaned down. One of those annoying inserts had fallen out of the magazine she was reading. And as she leaned, his position was..... well, it was perfect. Her dress bloused out slightly as she bent forward, her breasts came into view. Real breasts encased in a soft frilly white bra that left so much of her beautiful ladies uncovered and he found that he was holding his breath as they moved softly in slow motion. And as she straightened back up, she looked up and directly into his eyes.
He had a moment of true clarity. Woman. Completely woman. Sexy, eyes shining, face fascinating in life and meaning. She did not move her eyes from him, nor he from her. Then. A tiny flicker of a smile moved across her face, her eyes brightening more, crinkling in amusement, her soft lips parting ever so slightly, the tiniest movement of her tongue moistening the full red lips. Her eyes continued to look at him.
He put his hand on his heart, softly patted there and mouthed clearly to her, "Thank you so much".
For a moment, she looked...bothered....offended? But it passed--maybe she knew that his comment was genuine and sincere. Her eyes finally moved from him as she glanced around for a second in the store. She moved off the spot she was standing and took steps forward approaching him, never moving her eyes from his. Until she was in right in front of him. He looked into her eyes and then down to her mouth and back up to her eyes again. "Do I know you?" she said softly, in a strong full woman's voice.
He cleared his throat and said, "Oh yes, I am a man who truly has had his whole week made today just looking at you."
He could tell she was about to say something to deflect that compliment but she stopped and her smile deepened. She moved to him and let her lips touch his, very softly, she moved them over his.... Wetly... and then she moved them into a kiss and so gently kissed the edge of his mouth. He didn't move. She touched his face with her soft hand and that same hand brushed back her hair softly from the edge of her face.
She shook her head and sighed softly. "Maybe. Someday." and moved away from him and through the doors of the store.
He breathed in the air around him, full of her perfume, the taste of her lipstick on his lips.
"Someday", he said softly.
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The Kiss
I met the woman of my dreams once. She was standing in line at a convenience store waiting to pay for her gas and a bottle of water.
It is funny how sometimes when you least expect it something really important will happen to you. For the last three months I had been working on site development for the son of a Valdosta land developer who was starting out on his first housing sub-division. In central Georgia there is only one kind of dirt—red clay and clearing trees and laying road beds had been a hassle of one kind or another for the last three months exceeded only by the hassle of dealing with a kid who was “striking out on his own” for the first time. Well, “striking out on his own” is apt only if you call writing checks out of a 12 million dollar advance from his father as “striking out on his own.”
To make matters worse, his only experience was the “test cases” he had studied in college. I laughed the first time he was faced with a delay caused by an environmental impact study and didn’t know how to talk his way out of it.
The only reason I stayed on and did the job is because that I respected his father. The old man had always called me first—for the last 13 years after I stopped on the side of the road one day to help a lady change a tire. That lady turned out to be the girlfriend of one of the wealthiest developers in Valdosta Georgia.
“Any man who is a gentleman enough to help a lady in distress is the kind of man I want to do business with” he told me after finding out I had just started a fledgling site-work business. That beginning had paid for my house in the next three years and helped me to build one of the largest site work businesses in Central Georgia.
But I digress. I had been working at the site all day. I was hot and soaked with sweat and had an ample supply of Georgia clay coating my work boots, jeans and black polo shirt from when I had had to crawl under a road grader to fix a hydraulic link which failed at absolutely the worst time it could possibly break. So there I was after 12 hours of working with dirt and I had just filled my truck up with diesel and really, really needed a cold Gatorade and a Snickers bar.
When I saw her standing there my breath caught in my throat. I stood in the store and choked up. Then in a moment, I drew a breath. It was as if I had never drawn a breath before in my life. Even now, I have no words to describe how I felt at that instant. If I had college degrees and lots of initials after my name and spoke different languages, besides “construction spanglish” I still don’t think I would have the words to describe exactly how I felt in that moment.
I can tell you this with absolute certainty: there is such a thing as love at first sight.
She turned from the counter and smiled at me.
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It was as if he had been struck by a brick—the sensations and responses of his body betrayed his sudden captivity; the dry mouth, tense muscles in his legs and back, the involuntary clenching of his fists. She took in his shape, the contours of his muscles, the arch of his eyebrows, the dirt caked work boots. His body language bespoke his universe shifting as if the world changed in an instant for him.
She smiled inwardly, and wondered briefly at the potential of something wild and fierce and independent interrupting her day, or maybe her life.
They were inches apart when she passed him on the way out the door.
Both wanted something to say that could open a door, create an opportunity, a possibility.
The bell at the door dinged as she left.
He could almost taste their first kiss.
Setting his gatorade on the counter, paying for it, and walking out the door, he could still sense the universe almost hanging on the cusp of something.
She was gone.
The kiss was lost.
Damn.
I met the woman of my dreams once. She was standing in line at a convenience store waiting to pay for her gas and a bottle of water.
It is funny how sometimes when you least expect it something really important will happen to you. For the last three months I had been working on site development for the son of a Valdosta land developer who was starting out on his first housing sub-division. In central Georgia there is only one kind of dirt—red clay and clearing trees and laying road beds had been a hassle of one kind or another for the last three months exceeded only by the hassle of dealing with a kid who was “striking out on his own” for the first time. Well, “striking out on his own” is apt only if you call writing checks out of a 12 million dollar advance from his father as “striking out on his own.”
To make matters worse, his only experience was the “test cases” he had studied in college. I laughed the first time he was faced with a delay caused by an environmental impact study and didn’t know how to talk his way out of it.
The only reason I stayed on and did the job is because that I respected his father. The old man had always called me first—for the last 13 years after I stopped on the side of the road one day to help a lady change a tire. That lady turned out to be the girlfriend of one of the wealthiest developers in Valdosta Georgia.
“Any man who is a gentleman enough to help a lady in distress is the kind of man I want to do business with” he told me after finding out I had just started a fledgling site-work business. That beginning had paid for my house in the next three years and helped me to build one of the largest site work businesses in Central Georgia.
But I digress. I had been working at the site all day. I was hot and soaked with sweat and had an ample supply of Georgia clay coating my work boots, jeans and black polo shirt from when I had had to crawl under a road grader to fix a hydraulic link which failed at absolutely the worst time it could possibly break. So there I was after 12 hours of working with dirt and I had just filled my truck up with diesel and really, really needed a cold Gatorade and a Snickers bar.
When I saw her standing there my breath caught in my throat. I stood in the store and choked up. Then in a moment, I drew a breath. It was as if I had never drawn a breath before in my life. Even now, I have no words to describe how I felt at that instant. If I had college degrees and lots of initials after my name and spoke different languages, besides “construction spanglish” I still don’t think I would have the words to describe exactly how I felt in that moment.
I can tell you this with absolute certainty: there is such a thing as love at first sight.
She turned from the counter and smiled at me.
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It was as if he had been struck by a brick—the sensations and responses of his body betrayed his sudden captivity; the dry mouth, tense muscles in his legs and back, the involuntary clenching of his fists. She took in his shape, the contours of his muscles, the arch of his eyebrows, the dirt caked work boots. His body language bespoke his universe shifting as if the world changed in an instant for him.
She smiled inwardly, and wondered briefly at the potential of something wild and fierce and independent interrupting her day, or maybe her life.
They were inches apart when she passed him on the way out the door.
Both wanted something to say that could open a door, create an opportunity, a possibility.
The bell at the door dinged as she left.
He could almost taste their first kiss.
Setting his gatorade on the counter, paying for it, and walking out the door, he could still sense the universe almost hanging on the cusp of something.
She was gone.
The kiss was lost.
Damn.
RyanBlack
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She turned and leaned into him, anticipating his kiss. He spoke instead. “Thank you for the wonderful evening. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. “Perhaps, I will see you in the water again in the morning.”
It was the absolutely NOT what she had expected. Her lack of immediate response left room for his smile. There it was again damn it. That damn smile that seemed to express his knowledge of her thoughts. “Thank you, Mr. Black.” She finally blurted out, the words rushing from her lips in hope of covering her disappointment. “I had a wonderful evening,” which is not what she had intended to say at all. She wanted to invite him in for coffee, a cocktail, a passionate night of naked wrestling, anything at all to stay together for the rest of the night. He was leaning in for a kiss. She was drawn into it the same way she had given her hand to dance when he offered it—naturally and effortlessly; without thought for anything else.
This kiss was different. It was not the gentle, nearly friendly kiss he had given her before at the car. It was the kiss of a man who wanted her. It was not rough, but it was passionate and consuming and enflaming none the less. His hands had come up to her face and her neck, with his thumbs caressing her jaw line and throat and cheeks. Her body responded instantly and instinctively pressing against his suited flesh, wanting more intimate contact.
She had no idea how long the kiss lasted. Later, when she attempted to replay it in her mind, it was difficult to grasp the specifics of it. It seemed to take place outside of the normal flow of time. She only knew that she had never been kissed like that before. She felt her toes curl and her stomach begin to flip-flop and blood surging to her pelvis. Though his lips never left her lips in that moment, she knew that her whole body had been kissed in an instant that felt like an eternity.
Breaking away, she saw a bit of breathlessness in his eyes. His desire for her was clear . . . “was she sending the wrong signals” she wondered. The breathlessness she felt in her chest was as easily readable. “Breathe damn it” she said to herself. And she did.
“Until tomorrow then?” he said. With one quick squeeze of her hand and another brief kiss on her forehead he turned and walked to his car.
She thought his walk seemed just a bit stiff.
It was the absolutely NOT what she had expected. Her lack of immediate response left room for his smile. There it was again damn it. That damn smile that seemed to express his knowledge of her thoughts. “Thank you, Mr. Black.” She finally blurted out, the words rushing from her lips in hope of covering her disappointment. “I had a wonderful evening,” which is not what she had intended to say at all. She wanted to invite him in for coffee, a cocktail, a passionate night of naked wrestling, anything at all to stay together for the rest of the night. He was leaning in for a kiss. She was drawn into it the same way she had given her hand to dance when he offered it—naturally and effortlessly; without thought for anything else.
This kiss was different. It was not the gentle, nearly friendly kiss he had given her before at the car. It was the kiss of a man who wanted her. It was not rough, but it was passionate and consuming and enflaming none the less. His hands had come up to her face and her neck, with his thumbs caressing her jaw line and throat and cheeks. Her body responded instantly and instinctively pressing against his suited flesh, wanting more intimate contact.
She had no idea how long the kiss lasted. Later, when she attempted to replay it in her mind, it was difficult to grasp the specifics of it. It seemed to take place outside of the normal flow of time. She only knew that she had never been kissed like that before. She felt her toes curl and her stomach begin to flip-flop and blood surging to her pelvis. Though his lips never left her lips in that moment, she knew that her whole body had been kissed in an instant that felt like an eternity.
Breaking away, she saw a bit of breathlessness in his eyes. His desire for her was clear . . . “was she sending the wrong signals” she wondered. The breathlessness she felt in her chest was as easily readable. “Breathe damn it” she said to herself. And she did.
“Until tomorrow then?” he said. With one quick squeeze of her hand and another brief kiss on her forehead he turned and walked to his car.
She thought his walk seemed just a bit stiff.
funluvinaj
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oh my.... catching my breath... well done Mr. Black! There is nothing sexier than a hot kiss.
Reminded me of this quote I just put on my thread....
“She pulled his head down toward her and kissed his mouth. A cloudy kiss. A kiss that demanded a kiss-back. He kissed her back. First cautiously. Then urgently. Slowly his arms came up behind her. He stroked her back. Very gently. She could feel the skin on his palms. Rough. Callused. Sandpaper. He was careful not to hurt her. She could feel how soft she felt to him. She could feel herself through him. Her skin. The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.”
excerpt from The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy
RyanBlack
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Oooooh Ryan that was such a wonderful story. The teasing the anticipation...omg! I will not be able to think of pearls the same again. Love it!
Thank You Ma'am I am glad that you liked it
That is a wonderful and poetic moment Ma am
glad you liked mine and thrilled that you posted yours
funluvinaj
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Thank You Ma'am I am glad that you liked it
That is a wonderful and poetic moment Ma am
glad you liked mine and thrilled that you posted yours
Ma'am??? thanks for making me feel ancient!
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In keeping with the kissing theme, here's an account of a first kiss....
Lily made her way to the door after checking herself in the mirror one last time. She could feel her heart pounding, not really believing that after all this time, they were finally going to meet in person. He was coming by for a few minutes, to break the ice before their date that night. Looking through the peephole of the hotel room door, she could see Jake standing there, baseball cap on his head, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She felt her lips stretch into a huge grin and opened the door, saying “Hey!”. “Oh, hell”, she thought to herself. “That’s the best thing I could think of to say? He’s going to think I’m an idiot!”
She gave him a few seconds to get a good look at her. They had exchanged pictures, of course, and months of emails and phone calls, but this was his first time seeing her in person, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be disappointed. If she would be too fat, or too old, or her skin not pretty enough, or her hair too frizzy. Then he smiled. He had the kind of smile that lit up his whole face, his blue eyes twinkling, and no one could see it without returning it. He reached out to pull her into a hug.
The next thing she knew, she was pressed up against the wall with his hands on either side of her face, his mouth on hers. And ohmygod, she thought, can he kiss! He tasted faintly of cigarettes, but for once she didn't mind. She felt as though she couldn't get close enough to him, as though they were devouring each other with kisses. He had such soft lips, and such a hard, demanding kiss; it was a wonderfully erotic contradiction. They nibbled each other's lips, licked teeth, entangled tongues, trailed kisses and licks down each other's necks, cheeks, eyelids, ears.....his hands were in her hair and they were practically dry humping each other. The taste of his skin as she ran her tongue along his neck was intoxicating. She grabbed his cap and threw it across the room, running her hands over his short hair. She could feel his erection against her, and heard herself whimper, pressing hard against it. She thrust her knee between his legs and pressed even closer. He finally pulled back, gasping, and said, smiling "I just knew you would be a good kisser." She laughed and said "Me too." before pulling him back for more. And more.
She reached down to rub him through his khakis. He groaned and bit her neck, his hands stroking and groping her breasts. Their breath was coming in gasps and they couldn't stop kissing each other. "Good, you're tall", he whispered.
"No, I'm wearing heels."
"Mmmmm, good girl." He knew what that phrase did to her, and her clit throbbed in response. He nibbled her bottom lip, his hands tangled in her curly hair. "I knew I shouldn't have come, I can't stay."
"I'm glad you did. Are you still nervous?", she asked, grinning. He laughed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her over to the bed. They laid down side by side, facing each other, their hands lightly stroking each other. They couldn't seem to stop smiling. "No! I'm not at all nervous anymore."
"Are you disappointed?"
"NO! Are you kidding? You're more beautiful even than I thought."
Lily was smug. "Good. You should listen to me more often." Kiss. Nibble. Lick.
"Stop! I have to leave, and I can't go through the lobby with this hard-on!"
"But I don't want you to leave."
"I have to."
She sighed. "I know."
"I'll be back in a couple of hours, baby. I just need to get the kids fed and settled in."
She walked him to the door, and gave him the extra key card she had gotten for him when she checked in. They managed to tear ourselves away from each other's lips long enough for him to leave.
She shut and locked the door, and leaned against it for a minute. Wow.
She couldn't wipe the idiotic smile off her face, and practically danced around the room.
Just a few more hours, and he would be hers. And more importantly, she would be his. And if first kisses were any indication of things to come, it was going to be a fantastically memorable night.
Lily made her way to the door after checking herself in the mirror one last time. She could feel her heart pounding, not really believing that after all this time, they were finally going to meet in person. He was coming by for a few minutes, to break the ice before their date that night. Looking through the peephole of the hotel room door, she could see Jake standing there, baseball cap on his head, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She felt her lips stretch into a huge grin and opened the door, saying “Hey!”. “Oh, hell”, she thought to herself. “That’s the best thing I could think of to say? He’s going to think I’m an idiot!”
She gave him a few seconds to get a good look at her. They had exchanged pictures, of course, and months of emails and phone calls, but this was his first time seeing her in person, and she couldn't help but wonder if he was going to be disappointed. If she would be too fat, or too old, or her skin not pretty enough, or her hair too frizzy. Then he smiled. He had the kind of smile that lit up his whole face, his blue eyes twinkling, and no one could see it without returning it. He reached out to pull her into a hug.
The next thing she knew, she was pressed up against the wall with his hands on either side of her face, his mouth on hers. And ohmygod, she thought, can he kiss! He tasted faintly of cigarettes, but for once she didn't mind. She felt as though she couldn't get close enough to him, as though they were devouring each other with kisses. He had such soft lips, and such a hard, demanding kiss; it was a wonderfully erotic contradiction. They nibbled each other's lips, licked teeth, entangled tongues, trailed kisses and licks down each other's necks, cheeks, eyelids, ears.....his hands were in her hair and they were practically dry humping each other. The taste of his skin as she ran her tongue along his neck was intoxicating. She grabbed his cap and threw it across the room, running her hands over his short hair. She could feel his erection against her, and heard herself whimper, pressing hard against it. She thrust her knee between his legs and pressed even closer. He finally pulled back, gasping, and said, smiling "I just knew you would be a good kisser." She laughed and said "Me too." before pulling him back for more. And more.
She reached down to rub him through his khakis. He groaned and bit her neck, his hands stroking and groping her breasts. Their breath was coming in gasps and they couldn't stop kissing each other. "Good, you're tall", he whispered.
"No, I'm wearing heels."
"Mmmmm, good girl." He knew what that phrase did to her, and her clit throbbed in response. He nibbled her bottom lip, his hands tangled in her curly hair. "I knew I shouldn't have come, I can't stay."
"I'm glad you did. Are you still nervous?", she asked, grinning. He laughed, grabbed her hand, and pulled her over to the bed. They laid down side by side, facing each other, their hands lightly stroking each other. They couldn't seem to stop smiling. "No! I'm not at all nervous anymore."
"Are you disappointed?"
"NO! Are you kidding? You're more beautiful even than I thought."
Lily was smug. "Good. You should listen to me more often." Kiss. Nibble. Lick.
"Stop! I have to leave, and I can't go through the lobby with this hard-on!"
"But I don't want you to leave."
"I have to."
She sighed. "I know."
"I'll be back in a couple of hours, baby. I just need to get the kids fed and settled in."
She walked him to the door, and gave him the extra key card she had gotten for him when she checked in. They managed to tear ourselves away from each other's lips long enough for him to leave.
She shut and locked the door, and leaned against it for a minute. Wow.
She couldn't wipe the idiotic smile off her face, and practically danced around the room.
Just a few more hours, and he would be hers. And more importantly, she would be his. And if first kisses were any indication of things to come, it was going to be a fantastically memorable night.
