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The door to his hotel room clicked softly shut behind him. Ben leaned his head back against it, closed his eyes and sighed. 'Thank the Lord that's over', he thought to himself.

Ben hated networking dinners with a passion. Doing the polite to clients and gladhanding prospective customers and venture partners was not his idea of a fun night. Oh, he was good at it - he wouldn't have been the Vice President of Marketing if he wasn't - he just preferred straight-up, honest conversation. None of the sham and glam that went with these functions. No facades, no lies. Look 'em in the eye. Man to man. That was his style.

'Fuck, I need a drink', he groaned to himself, opening his eyes and stretching. He walked into the ensuite and turned on the mirror light. He splashed his face with water and dried it with a towel. He was suprised to see that there weren't actually dark circles under his eyes. He looked better than he felt. His mirror twin grinned wryly at him.

He unbuttoned the top of his shirt and took off his tie, flinging it on top of his suitcase on the rack before peering into the bar fridge. It'd be overpriced for sure, but right now he didn't care. A quick shot of something ... ah, Johnny Walker red label would do .. flick on the TV for a half hour, then call it a night. He pulled a glass from the shelf above the small fridge and placed it on the bench-cum-executive desk. A small movement in the large wall mirror above the desk caught his eye and he glanced up.

Ben froze. He wasn't sure if he should turn around. Sprawled on the large bed was a woman. Asleep. Naked except for a ... well, naked. 'Bloody hell', he breathed. He quickly glanced to his left. Yep, his suitcase, his clothes, his room. Back to the mirror. His bed. With a gloriously naked woman in it.

Transfixed, his eyes explored her reflection slowly from top to bottom. A tumble of chestnut curls on the pillow. Black lashes featured in a soft face with delicate lips. A pulse fluttering on her throat. The mounds of her breasts - not large, but beautifully proportioned - rising and falling with the rhythm of her slow breathing. A golden navel piercing gleaming in the dim haze of the bedlamp. And framed by white lace ...
'Oh, Jesus', thought Ben, trembling.

He turned around slowly. She was there. And real. And he had absolutely no idea who she was. 'My God', he swore again softly.

One eyelid fluttered open and a deep brown eye looked straight into his soul.

'Hello, Ben', she smiled.
 
Spectator1975 said:
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Hold you tight... for forever...
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Sometimes, it was all she needed. To be held. Within the circle of his arms she was safe. Protected. Secure. The warmth of his skin infused her. The strength of his muscles reassured her. The smell of him reminded her she was home.

A small, ragged sob and a hot tear splashed onto his bronze shoulder.

"It's alright, honey", he whispered into her ear. "I'm here".
 
And just in case I'm getting a bit too soppy ... :D

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I am going to kill Sharon! That's the last time I play 'truth or dare' with that bitch!
'C'mon, take a dare', she says. 'Stop being so cautious. Live a little. How hard can it be? It's only Nigel.'

Hard? Bloody understatement. He's friggin' huge! 'Only Nigel' is hung like a fucking donkey!
Maybe it's my glasses making his dick look bigger, but I'm not taking them off to find out.
He sounds like he's getting ready to cum. I'm not swallowing his jizz and I don't want to be blinded by his fire hydrant either when he blows.
These babies are staying on for protection.

Fuck, my jaw'll be sore in the morning. Worse than the dentist. At least they give you an anaesthetic.

I am so going to bloody murder Sharon!
 
After a long day, she returned to the house, empty. It was quiet, still, and opening. She had looked at people all day, quaking with the thought of fast hard sex. As she looked at the vacant rooms (roommates must be at work or otherwise occupied), she felt the electric jolt at the idea of stripping and rubbing to climax on the couch.

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Finally, it was Friday and date night. He had the whole evening planned. First they would go to dinner and some shopping. Then it was a late night movie. His wife called to tell him that she had arranged a babysitter, and they were free all night, so she got them a hotel room so they could experience some "adult" flavored fun. Dinner was great, as was shopping. He could hardly contain himself during the movie. She took the keys to the hotel room as he finished the check-in. What he saw when he opened the door, kept him hard all night long: it was his amazing wife and her adorable best friend.

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Jett_73 said:
She felt soaked to the bone.

The spring shower had caught her by surprise as she strolled lazily back from the lower field. She loved to linger and savour the smell as nature, unfettered from its winter slumber, rushed headlong toward summer. The smell of the grass, the playful caress of the soft breeze, the chaotic flight of small birds in and out of the riot of new greenery, the warm brightness of the sun. Until the heavens had opened and fat raindrops fell like jewelled crystals winking amidst the sunlight: a deluge of heavenly riches.

She paused, breathless, on the verandah. Pools formed around her feet as rivulets of water cascaded off her body. The thin cotton of her drenched blouse clung tightly against her. The breeze carried a chill now with the passing of the clouds and she shivered.

Through the french doors she could see him in his favourite chair, nose buried in a book. It was doubtful he even knew it had rained. But he must have felt her gaze upon him for he glanced up to behold the bedraggled nymph upon the wooden boards beyond the haven of his study. A slow smile spread across his face and she could see the embers begin to stir in his eyes. Cold she might be now, but not for much longer.
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Awesome, Jett!! Love it!
 
Jett_73 said:
And just in case I'm getting a bit too soppy ... :D



I am going to kill Sharon! That's the last time I play 'truth or dare' with that bitch!
'C'mon, take a dare', she says. 'Stop being so cautious. Live a little. How hard can it be? It's only Nigel.'

Hard? Bloody understatement. He's friggin' huge! 'Only Nigel' is hung like a fucking donkey!
Maybe it's my glasses making his dick look bigger, but I'm not taking them off to find out.
He sounds like he's getting ready to cum. I'm not swallowing his jizz and I don't want to be blinded by his fire hydrant either when he blows.
These babies are staying on for protection.

Fuck, my jaw'll be sore in the morning. Worse than the dentist. At least they give you an anaesthetic.

I am so going to bloody murder Sharon!
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ROFL! Perfect, perfect story for that pic:D
 
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She stared, transfixed, at his outstretched hand. Her body was frozen, but deep inside her heart pounded like a jackhammer. Should she? Did she dare? He wasn't offering a single night of simple sex...this night would change her life forever.

"Come, my pet" he whispered.

Suddenly her answer seemed crystal clear. With a slight smile on her full lips, she took a small step towards him, and her hand found his. As their fingers laced, she looked up into his eyes and saw excitement, and triumph...but more importantly, she saw love. A peace she'd never known settled in her heart as she followed him obediently to his bedroom.
 
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He inhaled the scent of his newborn daughter, his heart so full he thought it might just explode. Nothing had prepared him for this moment, for this incredible, humbling joy. Terror, excitement, and awe held him in a tight grip. His eyes lifted and met those of his wife. She lay there exhausted, dark circles under her eyes, her hair matted and rumpled with sweat. And she had never looked more beautiful.
 
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It's those moments before penetration ... the moments of discovery .... delight ... losing yourself in your lover's body and all the pleasure it brings. How their skin feels on yours ... how their lips taste ... the feel of their tongue as it glides its way into your mouth. The firm, but gentle press of fingers and hands ... the perfect fit of tangled legs. Soft whispers and moans, gentle bites along necks and shoulders ... how a body can be rock hard yet silky smooth all at the same time ... how .... easy it is to surrender yourself to this person .... and give over a part of yourself .... and not want it back.
 
What a wonderful array of submissions this morning for my eyes, heart and well other regions. ;) Very nice everyone. Thank you very much for all the beautiful work you guys and gals do constructing blips for photos that others don't quite "see".
 
**IMPORTANT NOTE** Please do not click on the picture link until you have read the story....

Kristen looked up from her book for the third time. Outside, the wind danced in a mad whirlwind around the house, rattling the loose board by the back step, and shrieking in the rafters. The drapes were drawn, but they moved restlessly, as always. The house was old, very old. She knew all these sound and sights - she'd lived here her whole life. So why did she have the heebee jeebees tonight? Was it because Neil was away for the first time since they married? Shaking her head at herself, she looked back down at her book, but she couldn't concentrate. Maybe it was because she also didn't have Gumby's comforting purr against her leg. He'd slipped out when she took the trash out after dinner. And if he was willing to brave this storm, that meant he'd found a lady friend, and wouldn't likely be back before dawn. He'd scratch at the door and yowl until she dragged herself out of bed to let him in. Sighing, she decided she might as well go to bed. Neil apparently wasn't able to get away early enough to call tonight. She decided to check once more for Gumby, but he was nowhere to be seen when she opened the door, holding it firmly against the insistent, almost tangible tugs of the wind. She peered out into the inky blackness, but could see nothing beyond the fall of rain just off the porch. Her voice was whipped away almost before it escaped her mouth...pointless to call to him. She shut the door and turned the lock, then headed for bed. As she crossed the kitchen, the door handle turned, the furtive sounds of a key scraping and the lock turning over lost to the wind. Neil was home after all....


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Cassidy lay still, listening hard. She knew he'd come back into the room, but he made no sound. When she'd awoken earlier, she'd realized she lay tied, spread eagled, and wore different clothes. If you could call them clothes. She suspected they didn't cover much. She was also blindfolded. She heard him enter, and had feared the worst. But he had been very gentle, just lightly touching her. His voice was deep, rich...and sexy. He'd told her that she was his now, but he would treat her very well. She'd never want for anything, would never have to work or worry about bills ever again. Her new life was a life of pleasure and relaxation, he had assured her when she'd begun to protest. What was odd was that she found herself mesmerized by his voice, and his light touch had created unexpected tingles as he described the things they would do together, the heights of pleasure that would be hers. He'd called her is pet, his toy, and told her that when she obeyed him, the rewards would be beyond her dreams. He never did say what would happen if she disobeyed, she thought now, a bit uneasily. He still hadn't made a sound. And then he was there, bending over to kiss her neck, his hand sliding ever so lightly up her thigh, whispering "I will teach you things you never knew existed." She shivered, and realized she was becoming aroused. She began to stiffen, but then he touched her, his fingers lightly grazing, then pressing inside her folds to caress, light, easy, loving. A slow burn began, down low, as his fingers played her like a violin, and his voice slipped inside her like warm honey, sending waves of pleasure down her spine. He was right. She hadn't quite realized it, but he spoke the truth. She was his.
 
When the lights of the library flooded the room, Abigail grinned, turned her head and looked over the top of her glasses at her boyfriend. The only problem was, the man who stood by the light switch was not Jerry, but instead it was her Psychology Professor. He eyed her with a look that spoke of shock and desire.

"Hello Miss Williams, care to explain yourself or should you just assume the position?"

Abigail's eyes grew wide as she placed the books on the nearest table and licked her lips. She knew that breaking into the library was not something that would go ignored by the higher ups and she would most likely be expelled. Abigail glanced back and saw the Professor closing the distance between them. His hands were on his belt and the growth in his slacks showed promise.

"I know you weren't expecting me," he said when he reached her side and ran his hand under her short plaid skirt.

"No, Jerry and I were supposed to hook up. Wednesday's the only day he's got off," she admitted. She felt his thumb hook her panties and slide the material to the side. The cool air touched her sex.

"Good thing it's Tuesday," he whispered as he pushed her face down onto the smooth dark wood surface and dipped his finger into her slippery cunt.

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