Erotic Fantascenes

my oh my

It has been awhile since I have posted anything to lit or been on lit. Apparently the horny thoughts and fantasies I have continue to assault me!!! Here is one of those torturing thoughts I have been having lately... maybe they will torture you a little bit too :devil:


It all started simply enough, I had told him once that I loved to be teased and tormented throughout the day sexually before we had sex later. For me, it made the sex so much better. It had me thinking about sex all day long and the delicious things that he would be doing later. It was extended foreplay and I craved it! He started by sending me a simple text asking if I wanted to hang out later. Why not? I thought. Next text he sent me said he couldn't wait to see what I would wear tonight, hoping that it was a pair of tight jeans that showcased my ass and a low cut shirt so he could see the soft swell of my tits. Then he talked about how he would like to push me up against the bar at our fav hangout and have his hands on either side of me. His body barely touching mine, just enough so I know he is there and wanting him to grind against me just a little. Telling me how he would move my dark brown hair away from my neck and whisper in my ear other things he would like to do to me later that night. Lightly nibbling down my neck before he steps away.

From these texts alone I was already wet and horny. Then he said he had to go into a sales meeting and I would hear from him later. He also told me I wasn't allowed to touch myself either. That my release would be dependent upon when he wanted to give it to me. This just made me ache that much more. I tried to find something to occupy my time until I needed to start getting ready, but nothing seemed to work. I just kept picturing him behind me, his hard cock barely touching my ass. The smell of his masculine cologne wrapping around me, turning me on even more. Wondering what he may whisper in my ear. The wet heat from his mouth as he nibbled that spot on my ear that instantly makes me crazy. I yearned to grab my breasts hard and to pinch the nipples. Just a little sexual gratification to help me get through the day.

Finally, time to start getting ready. I showered slowly enjoying the feel of the hot water on my body. Enjoying the smell of my shampoo and perfumed body wash. I slowly dried off and rubbed lotion everywhere on my body. I put my makeup on, a little lighter around my eyes making them look more green than the brown that they normally are. I decided since he had said he liked my mouth I would wear a red lipstick to hi-lite my full lips and to get him thinking about that mouth wrapped around his cock. I threw on some knee high socks, I had decided to wear the high-heeled come fuck me knee boots with a pair of ridiculously tight jeans. I couldn't wear undies with these jeans because they were so tight, but I loved the feel of the fabric against my ass and how the inner seam would rub against my clit when I would shift my legs. Another little torment for myself. I found a low cut top that I knew he liked and put that on as well. The color looked good on me and felt super soft against my skin. I spritzed some of my perfume on that made me think of sex and headed out the door. I was already thinking of how good it would feel to have his cock buried inside of me.

I walked into our hangout and could see him talking to some of our friends. He seen me and gave me that little shit eating grin. Yep, I realized I am in trouble tonight. I walked over to our little crew of friends and started to give hugs to everybody and see how everyone was doing. At first, we stayed apart to draw the tension out. He sent me a text saying that I looked good and that he loved the boots on me. Maybe later I will just wear the boots only for him? Instantly I could picture myself walking around his apartment with just the boots on, him pinning me against the wall. Kissing me hard, grabbing my ass, slamming into my hot pussy, me wrapping my legs around him, the soft leather cool against his skin. A slight moan escaped me at the thought. He seemed to be the only one that noticed. Damn him and how he could make me crazy with wanting for him.

We sent naughty little texts back and forth to each other for the next hour or so. I was so fucking wet. I could feel the frenzy building inside of me. He moved around to where I was and slid his hand down my ass grabbing a handful. “Can you imagine how it is going to feel to have my dick inside of you as I grab your ass like this, pulling you towards me, making it to where I can fuck you deeper?” A shaky little “yeah” was all I could say, because in my mind I could see exactly that. I could imagine being on my bed with the purple sheets, him below me, riding him hard, his hands on my ass, guiding me up and back down on his large cock, my tits bouncing up and down. He gently massaged and stroked my ass, we were up against a wall and nobody could see what he was doing. They could only see the flushed expression on my face. Quickly he stopped and pushed me against the bar pinning me like he had said he would earlier. He whispered in my ear, “I think I would like to fuck you up against this bar one night, you in a short little skirt and these boots. Slowly sliding in and out of you, trying to pretend like nothing is going on, feeling your hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Mmm.” Don't know if it would ever be something that we would do, but my god the thought of it. Trying not to moan out loud, trying not to let my knees buckle as he is fucking me, trying to carry on a normal conversation with someone around me. Highly maddening thought. And still, I became even more frantic and crazed for him to take me out of there and to fuck me.

I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, the jeans growing damp from all of my juices. We sat down on two bar stools by the bar. He angled his sideways to mine, putting himself even closer to me. His hand was high on my thigh lightly stroking. I could smell my juices as they continued to leak out of me, and he could too. His hand went further up my thigh, right to my pussy, he laughed at how wet I was. “Like a river baby!” I looked at him, silently pleading with him to take me home. To fuck me. He just smirked and continued his slow assault. “I love how wet you get for me baby, I cant wait to taste that wetness later. To dance my tongue across your inner thighs, lightly nipping your thighs, slowly rubbing my scruffy chin across your pussy lips, smelling your musky scent, knowing that you are hot for me. Can you wait baby?” He knows that I can't, that I don't want to. That I need him now. I try to go to the bathroom, but he wont let me. He knows that I just want to go so I can quickly finger fuck myself and rub my clit to get a little release to take the edge off. He can sense my desperation to get fucked, my desire to have a cock shoved deep inside of me, banging into me over and over again.

He grabs my hair and pulls back gently, a silent reminder that I will be sucking his large dick before the night is over. Choking and gagging on it as he fucks my mouth hard. I lick my lips and look at him, “Please? Your place, my place, your car. I don't care just please fuck me!” Again, he smiles that wicked little smile, a whimper escapes me. He turns away from me and starts talking to somebody else. With him distracted, I start to shimmy in my seat, the seam of my jeans rubbing across my clit. At first he doesn't notice, I can feel myself getting closer to a small orgasm. As I near the edge, he notices and he pushes his leg in between mine so I am no longer able to have that seam pleasure me. I look at him breathless and teary-eyed, “Please? What more do you want from me? Please!” I rub my hand along his thigh and between his legs. His cock is hard, he wants this as bad as I do. “Come on lets go. You are so hard, you know you want to fuck me. You know that you need to fuck me. Please baby, please?Haven't you tortured yourself enough baby?”

Quickly he paid our bill and we walked out the door. Once outside he smacked my ass, grabbed my arm, turned me around quickly and shoved me against the brick wall. His hand grabbed at my neck holding me in place as he kissed me hard and hungrily. His hard cock rubbed against me. I moaned into his mouth. I grabbed his ass pushing him into me, moved my hips so I was grinding against him. His other hand grabbed my tit and squeezed it roughly. Any moment someone could walk out and see us in this position. I didn't care, I needed his searing touch on my body. His head dipped lower, kissing the exposed skin above my breasts, still he dipped lower, dragging my shirt down farther, ripping it. He grabbed my tits, pulling them out of my black lace bra, exposing them to the cool night air, my nipples hardening at this. He started to lick and suck on one nipple as he rolled and pinched the other. I could feel my knees buckling at the pleasure. “Please, give me what I need now” I rubbed and stroked his cock through his khaki pants, slowly I undid the button and zipper. I knew he was going commando and was proven right when his cock sprang free of his pants. I grabbed it, feeling the hardness and its smoothness. I cupped his balls with my other hand as I continued to stroke him. I heard him moan with pleasure, what a wonderful sound.

His hands were back in my hair again, he started to push my head down towards his cock. “What if someone walks out?” I asked him nervously. “Do you really care? I thought you wanted to be fucked hard tonight?” He was right, I did want to be fucked, but this... I wasn't sure about this. “The longer you hesitate the more likely someone is going to come out here and see you acting the whore for me, the longer you have to wait to get your reward.” I looked at him and he whispered to me, “Please baby, I am so ready to cum for you.” I dropped to my knees on the hard concrete and took him in my mouth, sucking eagerly. “Oh dear god, you are so fucking good at that!” His hands were still tangled in my hair, he pulled my face away from him and slammed his dick into my mouth, he repeated this over and over. I could hear him moaning louder and louder, heard him say, “I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming.” And cum he did, a huge, hot, choking load that I was barely able to swallow. I could feel some of the cum at the corner of my mouth, dripping out and rolling down my chin. He released my hair and slowly backed away from me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, licked the cum from my chin and started to kiss me. His hands started to set his pants and my shirt to rights. He grabbed my hand and walked me to the car. “Come on baby, time for me to take you home and give you your pleasure.” I couldn't wait for him to get me home and...

But, that part of the story will have to wait...

again! you have managed to get me aroused and involved in one of your short stories Rikki :rose: :rose:
 
It has been awhile since I have posted anything to lit or been on lit. Apparently the horny thoughts and fantasies I have continue to assault me!!! Here is one of those torturing thoughts I have been having lately... maybe they will torture you a little bit too :devil:


It all started simply enough, I had told him once that I loved to be teased and tormented throughout the day sexually before we had sex later. For me, it made the sex so much better. It had me thinking about sex all day long and the delicious things that he would be doing later. It was extended foreplay and I craved it! He started by sending me a simple text asking if I wanted to hang out later. Why not? I thought. Next text he sent me said he couldn't wait to see what I would wear tonight, hoping that it was a pair of tight jeans that showcased my ass and a low cut shirt so he could see the soft swell of my tits. Then he talked about how he would like to push me up against the bar at our fav hangout and have his hands on either side of me. His body barely touching mine, just enough so I know he is there and wanting him to grind against me just a little. Telling me how he would move my dark brown hair away from my neck and whisper in my ear other things he would like to do to me later that night. Lightly nibbling down my neck before he steps away.

From these texts alone I was already wet and horny. Then he said he had to go into a sales meeting and I would hear from him later. He also told me I wasn't allowed to touch myself either. That my release would be dependent upon when he wanted to give it to me. This just made me ache that much more. I tried to find something to occupy my time until I needed to start getting ready, but nothing seemed to work. I just kept picturing him behind me, his hard cock barely touching my ass. The smell of his masculine cologne wrapping around me, turning me on even more. Wondering what he may whisper in my ear. The wet heat from his mouth as he nibbled that spot on my ear that instantly makes me crazy. I yearned to grab my breasts hard and to pinch the nipples. Just a little sexual gratification to help me get through the day.

Finally, time to start getting ready. I showered slowly enjoying the feel of the hot water on my body. Enjoying the smell of my shampoo and perfumed body wash. I slowly dried off and rubbed lotion everywhere on my body. I put my makeup on, a little lighter around my eyes making them look more green than the brown that they normally are. I decided since he had said he liked my mouth I would wear a red lipstick to hi-lite my full lips and to get him thinking about that mouth wrapped around his cock. I threw on some knee high socks, I had decided to wear the high-heeled come fuck me knee boots with a pair of ridiculously tight jeans. I couldn't wear undies with these jeans because they were so tight, but I loved the feel of the fabric against my ass and how the inner seam would rub against my clit when I would shift my legs. Another little torment for myself. I found a low cut top that I knew he liked and put that on as well. The color looked good on me and felt super soft against my skin. I spritzed some of my perfume on that made me think of sex and headed out the door. I was already thinking of how good it would feel to have his cock buried inside of me.

I walked into our hangout and could see him talking to some of our friends. He seen me and gave me that little shit eating grin. Yep, I realized I am in trouble tonight. I walked over to our little crew of friends and started to give hugs to everybody and see how everyone was doing. At first, we stayed apart to draw the tension out. He sent me a text saying that I looked good and that he loved the boots on me. Maybe later I will just wear the boots only for him? Instantly I could picture myself walking around his apartment with just the boots on, him pinning me against the wall. Kissing me hard, grabbing my ass, slamming into my hot pussy, me wrapping my legs around him, the soft leather cool against his skin. A slight moan escaped me at the thought. He seemed to be the only one that noticed. Damn him and how he could make me crazy with wanting for him.

We sent naughty little texts back and forth to each other for the next hour or so. I was so fucking wet. I could feel the frenzy building inside of me. He moved around to where I was and slid his hand down my ass grabbing a handful. “Can you imagine how it is going to feel to have my dick inside of you as I grab your ass like this, pulling you towards me, making it to where I can fuck you deeper?” A shaky little “yeah” was all I could say, because in my mind I could see exactly that. I could imagine being on my bed with the purple sheets, him below me, riding him hard, his hands on my ass, guiding me up and back down on his large cock, my tits bouncing up and down. He gently massaged and stroked my ass, we were up against a wall and nobody could see what he was doing. They could only see the flushed expression on my face. Quickly he stopped and pushed me against the bar pinning me like he had said he would earlier. He whispered in my ear, “I think I would like to fuck you up against this bar one night, you in a short little skirt and these boots. Slowly sliding in and out of you, trying to pretend like nothing is going on, feeling your hot pussy wrapped around my cock. Mmm.” Don't know if it would ever be something that we would do, but my god the thought of it. Trying not to moan out loud, trying not to let my knees buckle as he is fucking me, trying to carry on a normal conversation with someone around me. Highly maddening thought. And still, I became even more frantic and crazed for him to take me out of there and to fuck me.

I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter, the jeans growing damp from all of my juices. We sat down on two bar stools by the bar. He angled his sideways to mine, putting himself even closer to me. His hand was high on my thigh lightly stroking. I could smell my juices as they continued to leak out of me, and he could too. His hand went further up my thigh, right to my pussy, he laughed at how wet I was. “Like a river baby!” I looked at him, silently pleading with him to take me home. To fuck me. He just smirked and continued his slow assault. “I love how wet you get for me baby, I cant wait to taste that wetness later. To dance my tongue across your inner thighs, lightly nipping your thighs, slowly rubbing my scruffy chin across your pussy lips, smelling your musky scent, knowing that you are hot for me. Can you wait baby?” He knows that I can't, that I don't want to. That I need him now. I try to go to the bathroom, but he wont let me. He knows that I just want to go so I can quickly finger fuck myself and rub my clit to get a little release to take the edge off. He can sense my desperation to get fucked, my desire to have a cock shoved deep inside of me, banging into me over and over again.

He grabs my hair and pulls back gently, a silent reminder that I will be sucking his large dick before the night is over. Choking and gagging on it as he fucks my mouth hard. I lick my lips and look at him, “Please? Your place, my place, your car. I don't care just please fuck me!” Again, he smiles that wicked little smile, a whimper escapes me. He turns away from me and starts talking to somebody else. With him distracted, I start to shimmy in my seat, the seam of my jeans rubbing across my clit. At first he doesn't notice, I can feel myself getting closer to a small orgasm. As I near the edge, he notices and he pushes his leg in between mine so I am no longer able to have that seam pleasure me. I look at him breathless and teary-eyed, “Please? What more do you want from me? Please!” I rub my hand along his thigh and between his legs. His cock is hard, he wants this as bad as I do. “Come on lets go. You are so hard, you know you want to fuck me. You know that you need to fuck me. Please baby, please?Haven't you tortured yourself enough baby?”

Quickly he paid our bill and we walked out the door. Once outside he smacked my ass, grabbed my arm, turned me around quickly and shoved me against the brick wall. His hand grabbed at my neck holding me in place as he kissed me hard and hungrily. His hard cock rubbed against me. I moaned into his mouth. I grabbed his ass pushing him into me, moved my hips so I was grinding against him. His other hand grabbed my tit and squeezed it roughly. Any moment someone could walk out and see us in this position. I didn't care, I needed his searing touch on my body. His head dipped lower, kissing the exposed skin above my breasts, still he dipped lower, dragging my shirt down farther, ripping it. He grabbed my tits, pulling them out of my black lace bra, exposing them to the cool night air, my nipples hardening at this. He started to lick and suck on one nipple as he rolled and pinched the other. I could feel my knees buckling at the pleasure. “Please, give me what I need now” I rubbed and stroked his cock through his khaki pants, slowly I undid the button and zipper. I knew he was going commando and was proven right when his cock sprang free of his pants. I grabbed it, feeling the hardness and its smoothness. I cupped his balls with my other hand as I continued to stroke him. I heard him moan with pleasure, what a wonderful sound.

His hands were back in my hair again, he started to push my head down towards his cock. “What if someone walks out?” I asked him nervously. “Do you really care? I thought you wanted to be fucked hard tonight?” He was right, I did want to be fucked, but this... I wasn't sure about this. “The longer you hesitate the more likely someone is going to come out here and see you acting the whore for me, the longer you have to wait to get your reward.” I looked at him and he whispered to me, “Please baby, I am so ready to cum for you.” I dropped to my knees on the hard concrete and took him in my mouth, sucking eagerly. “Oh dear god, you are so fucking good at that!” His hands were still tangled in my hair, he pulled my face away from him and slammed his dick into my mouth, he repeated this over and over. I could hear him moaning louder and louder, heard him say, “I'm cumming baby, I'm cumming.” And cum he did, a huge, hot, choking load that I was barely able to swallow. I could feel some of the cum at the corner of my mouth, dripping out and rolling down my chin. He released my hair and slowly backed away from me. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, licked the cum from my chin and started to kiss me. His hands started to set his pants and my shirt to rights. He grabbed my hand and walked me to the car. “Come on baby, time for me to take you home and give you your pleasure.” I couldn't wait for him to get me home and...

But, that part of the story will have to wait...

My God that is hot! What makes it hotter is I could almost hear your sexy voice describing each amazing part. Very nice....and great seeing you posting again!
 
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Thank You Mac;)

Since the pic stories seemed to do so well---lots of great scenes from then--I though maybe we could try it again--this image caught my eye from the erotic images thread--well lots of those images caught my eye, but I though this one might be fun to write about.

A scene in 500 words or less? anyone wanna try it?
 
Reaching out, he takes her hand into his, their fingers intertwining. She looks up at him and in that look he sees all the invitation that he needs.

“Jack, I…” she feels his finger on her lips.

“Shhh, Naomi” and he leans in to give her a kiss, cutting off whatever she was about to say.

Their soft lips touching - tentatively at first. Standing up, drawing her closer to him as she wraps her arms around his neck and deepens their kiss. Tasting, teasing each other as their tongues dance together. Passionate, hungry kisses fanning the flames of their desire. Moving her mouth to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as she loosens his shirt one button at a time. Her mouth following where her fingers have been until he’s standing with his shirt completely opened. Pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, her eyes hungrily absorbing the sight of his naked chest before her.

“You are so sexy”, she said while moving her hands to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.

Tracing her fingers down to the spot between the bottom of his belly button and the top of his slacks, running her nails lightly over it, hearing his breath quicken at her touch - her body tingling in response. She wants more - needs more. Reaching for his belt, she unbuckles it, undoing his pants and pushing them down. His desire for her so clearly outlined by his white boxer briefs. She puts her hands in the waistband of his underwear and pulls them down. Seeing him completely naked for the first time is mesmerizing, her eyes drinking in the sight of his muscled body, his hard cock inviting her touch. She reaches out to do that and before she can, Jack takes her by the wrist.

“No, Naomi. Not yet. It is my turn to undress you.”

Turning her around until she has her back to him, brushing her hair to the side and kissing her softly on the nape of her neck, reaching for the zipper of her dress he begins slowly pulling it down. Turning her around to face him again he pushes it off her shoulder and watches it slide down her body, revealing her lacy red bra, red thong and red suspenders. The beautiful picture she was to him, completed by her black stockings and three-inch black heels. His heart feeling as if it wants to jump out of his chest, drinking in the sight of her – her curvy hips, her large breasts filling her bra, her nipples showing through the semi-transparent cups.
Reaching behind her she unclasps her bra. Moving the straps off her shoulders as she cups her breasts, holding her bra against them before letting it slip away. Her full breasts free from their constraints. Her hard pointed nipples surrounded by light pink areolas exciting him.

“Incredible. Absolutely beautiful”, he whispers, brushing his thumb across her nipple.

Moaning, her body on fire from his touch as he slowly strips away the remainder of her lingerie, piece by piece, until her body is bared to him.
They embrace each other, their naked bodies touching for the first time, the heat of their skin fuelling the desire and excitement building between them. Moving to the bed he gently pushes her down onto her back, lying down next to her. They kiss again becoming lost in each other. Their hands exploring each other's bodies, their mouths and tongues devouring each other.

“I want you so much, Naomi”

“Soon, Jack,” and she reaches down to take his hard, throbbing shaft into her hand, whispering in his ear: “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

Cupping her breast in his hand as he leans over to take her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue then sucking on it. Taking her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching it, moans escaping her lips as she moves her hand a little faster up and down his cock, arching her back, her movement an invitation for more. His hand moving down to her pussy, feeling her heat. Gently pushing his finger into her, feeling how wet and ready she is for him, moving his finger in and out – first one and then the other. Two fingers moving in and out of her now, his thumb rubbing softly against her clit, hearing her moan again while thrusting her hips to take his fingers deeper into her. The sounds of the pleasure they are finding in each other filling the silent room.

Pulling his fingers out, he moves above her. Their eyes locking as he pauses at the entrance to her pussy. She can feel his cock slowly entering her. Just the head at first, then he pulls out. He does it again, testing his self restraint, wanting to savor this moment for as long as he can, teasing her, enjoying being the one in control. Slowly entering her for a third time, her hips pushing up in desperation for every inch of his hard, pulsing cock.

“I want you now, Jack. Now! I can’t wait anymore.”

Unable to help himself, he loses control then - thrusting deeply into her, her pussy taking all of him in, leaving both of them gasping. Wrapping her legs around him and holding him tight. Not letting him pull back as she moves her hips, holding him still for a moment. She loosens her hold on him and he pulls out, then thrusts deeply into her again. Their hearts racing, caught up in their desire for each other, as he thrusts into her over and over again, their bodies finding a rhythm as they get closer to their release.

“You feel even better than I imagined, Jack.”

Increasing their pace, moaning, meeting him thrust for thrust, running her nails down his back to his bum to hold him even deeper inside of her. Moving in and out of her, in and out, thrusting harder and faster, their tension building higher and higher.

“I’m so close, Naomi. Tell me you want me to cum. I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you to cum for me, Jack. I want you to lose control and cum inside of me. Now!!”


That was all he needed to hear to go over the edge, groaning in ecstasy as his hot cum fills her pussy, pushing her over too, hearing her cry out, her body trembling with her pleasure. Spent, exhausted, collapsing on top of her, both of them shaken by the depth of their orgasms, her arms wrapping around him and holding him tight. Staying like that for a few minutes, then he lies down next to her on the bed, drawing her to him to spoon as they drift off to sleep in each others’ arms.
 
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Reaching out, he takes her hand into his, their fingers intertwining. She looks up at him and in that look he sees all the invitation that he needs.

Increasing their pace, moaning, meeting him thrust for thrust, running her nails down his back to his bum to hold him even deeper inside of her. Moving in and out of her, in and out, thrusting harder and faster, their tension building higher and higher.

“I’m so close, Naomi. Tell me you want me to cum. I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you to cum for me, Jack. I want you to lose control and cum inside of me. Now!!”


That was all he needed to hear to go over the edge, groaning in ecstasy as his hot cum fills her pussy, pushing her over too, hearing her cry out, her body trembling with her pleasure. Spent, exhausted, collapsing on top of her, both of them shaken by the depth of their orgasms, her arms wrapping around him and holding him tight. Staying like that for a few minutes, then he lies down next to her on the bed, drawing her to him to spoon as they drift off to sleep in each others’ arms.

This was smokin' hawt girl! and what a great first story!! I especially like the way you built up the pace to the conclusion!!!
 
Reaching out, he takes her hand into his, their fingers intertwining. She looks up at him and in that look he sees all the invitation that he needs.

“Jack, I…” she feels his finger on her lips.

“Shhh, Naomi” and he leans in to give her a kiss, cutting off whatever she was about to say.

Their soft lips touching - tentatively at first. Standing up, drawing her closer to him as she wraps her arms around his neck and deepens their kiss. Tasting, teasing each other as their tongues dance together. Passionate, hungry kisses fanning the flames of their desire. Moving her mouth to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as she loosens his shirt one button at a time. Her mouth following where her fingers have been until he’s standing with his shirt completely opened. Pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, her eyes hungrily absorbing the sight of his naked chest before her.

“You are so sexy”, she said while moving her hands to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch.

Tracing her fingers down to the spot between the bottom of his belly button and the top of his slacks, running her nails lightly over it, hearing his breath quicken at her touch - her body tingling in response. She wants more - needs more. Reaching for his belt, she unbuckles it, undoing his pants and pushing it down. His desire for her so clearly outlined by his white boxer briefs. She puts her hands in the waistband of his underwear and pulls them down. Seeing him completely naked for the first time and is mesmerized, her eyes drinking in the sight of his muscled body, his hard cock inviting her touch. She reaches out to do that and before she can, Jack takes her by the wrist.

“No, Naomi. Not yet. It is my turn to undress you.”

Turning her around until she has her back to him, brushing her hair to the side and kissing her softly on the nape of her neck, reaching for the zipper of her dress and slowly pulling it down. Turning her around to face him again and pushing it off her body, revealing her lacy red bra, red thong and red suspenders. The beautiful picture she was to him, completed by her black stockings and three-inch black heels. His heart feeling as if it wants to jump out of his chest, drinking in the sight of her – her curvy hips, her large breasts filling her bra, her nipples showing through the semi-transparent cups.
Reaching behind her she unclasps her bra. Moving the straps off her shoulders as she cups her breasts, holding her bra against them before letting it slip away. Her full breasts free from their constraints. Her hard pointed nipples surrounded by light pink areolas exciting him.

“Incredible. Absolutely beautiful”, he whispers, brushing his thumb across her nipple.

Moaning, her body on fire from his touch as he slowly strips away the remainder of her lingerie, piece by piece, until her body is bared to him.
They embrace each other, their naked bodies touching for the first time, the heat of their skin fuelling the desire and excitement building between them. Moving to the bed he gently pushes her down onto her back, lying down next to her. They kiss again becoming lost in each other. Their hands exploring each other's bodies, their mouths and tongues devouring each other.

“I want you so much, Naomi”

“Soon, Jack,” and she reaches down to take his hard, throbbing shaft into her hand, whispering in his ear: “I’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

Cupping her breast in his hand as he leans over to take her nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue then sucking on it. Taking her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinching it, moans escaping her lips as she moves her hand a little faster up and down his cock, arching her back, her movement an invitation for more. His hand moving down to her pussy, feeling her heat. Gently pushing his finger into her, feeling how wet and ready she is for him, moving his finger in and out – first one and then the other. Two fingers moving in and out of her now, his thumb rubbing softly against her clit, hearing her moan again while thrusting her hips to take his fingers deeper into her. The sounds of the pleasure they are finding in each other filling the silent room.

Pulling his fingers out, he moves above her. Their eyes locking as he pauses at the entrance to her pussy. She can feel his cock slowly entering her. Just the head at first, then he pulls out. He does it again, testing his self restraint, wanting to savor this moment for as long as he can, teasing her, enjoying being the one in control. Slowly entering her for a third time, her hips pushing up in desperation for every inch of his hard, pulsing cock.

“I want you now, Jack. Now! I can’t wait anymore.”

Unable to help himself, he loses control then - thrusting deeply into her, her pussy taking all of him in, leaving both of them gasping. Wrapping her legs around him and holding him tight. Not letting him pull back as she moves her hips, holding him still for a moment. She loosens her hold on him and he pulls out, then thrusts deeply into her again. Their hearts racing, caught up in their desire for each other, as he thrusts into her over and over again, their bodies finding a rhythm as they get closer to their release.

“You feel even better than I imagined, Jack.”

Increasing their pace, moaning, meeting him thrust for thrust, running her nails down his back to his bum to hold him even deeper inside of her. Moving in and out of her, in and out, thrusting harder and faster, their tension building higher and higher.

“I’m so close, Naomi. Tell me you want me to cum. I need to hear you say it.”

“I want you to cum for me, Jack. I want you to lose control and cum inside of me. Now!!”


That was all he needed to hear to go over the edge, groaning in ecstasy as his hot cum fills her pussy, pushing her over too, hearing her cry out, her body trembling with her pleasure. Spent, exhausted, collapsing on top of her, both of them shaken by the depth of their orgasms, her arms wrapping around him and holding him tight. Staying like that for a few minutes, then he lies down next to her on the bed, drawing her to him to spoon as they drift off to sleep in each others’ arms.

Wow, that was fantastic... :kiss:
 
My first attempt

I look about the hotel room and then the clock, a smile crossing my lips as the time of his arrival draws near. The phone rings bringing me out of my daydream, “I’m on my way” your voice rings melodic in my ear.

“They are expecting you at reception” I tell you “They have a key waiting for you... see you soon!” I grin to myself knowing just how they’ll look at you knowing a bit of our story.

I turn down the lights and bring flame to the last of the candles. I cross the room to stand by the window, trying to catch a glimpse of you arriving though I have no such luck. Just as I turn to walk towards the door, I hear the key in the door and you walk in. My heart races, I whisper your name, unable to believe you are truly standing there. You stop to smile at me, walk slowly to me, your bag sliding from your shoulder to the floor.

Your arm goes around my lower back pulling me closer, your other hand tilting my chin up to you. Green eyes drill into mine fiery and consuming as I anxiously anticipate what I’ve, until now, only fantasized about. Your mouth comes to mine, I whimper softly and you kiss me lightly, drifting away to plant kisses about my face before returning to my lips. My hands tangle in your hair, pulling your mouth hard onto mine, our lips careening, tongues tangle, we suck, bite as moans escape, telling their own story of the building need in the room.

The hand warm on my chin travels to wrap around me and your hands slide down and cupping my ass through the soft black silk of my dress, pulling me more firmly against you… I feel your heat and hardness pressing up against me and moan again… we stare into each other’s eyes, the longing burning fiercely in our eyes. You push me back on the bed, “Lay back beautiful” you manage and I eagerly comply. You start at my toes... massaging, licking, kissing, sucking, working your way up my legs. Pushing my legs apart, your fingertips gently caress and slide up my inner thighs, followed by whisper kisses… my moaning grows considerably as your mouth connects with the silken fabric, my panties soaked already from my anticipation. Your hands slide under my ass, digging in, gripping as you grind your face into my heat. Your fingers slide back, hooking the elastic and slide my panties from me… your mouth never breaking contact for more than a nanosecond… your tongue dives into me, your thumb circling my clit… my hips rise to meet you, fingers grasping your hair as pleasure consumes me. I moan loudly, you don’t hesitate as your mouth and fingers switch places and you slide your fingers in the sopping wetness of my pussy… your mouth locking onto my clit, sucking it into your mouth, your fingers move a little faster and you feel the tightening as my pussy closes around your fingers. I pull your face into me, grinding into your hungry mouth as I erupt in an orgasm, fluids nearly pouring from me as a guttural growl erupts from me… you look up at me, grinning, you stand as I lay there panting you disrobe slowly until you stand naked, your cock at attention.

I crawl to the edge of the bed and wrap my hand around the cock I’d lusted for, looking into your eyes as I stroke you slowly, and move my mouth towards the precum that has formed on the tip, my tongue darting out, twirling around the tip, tasting you finally. I take your hand and pull you onto the bed, pushing you down as I crawl between your legs and begin tonguing, licking, kissing and sucking your balls while my hand strokes your cock... then I switch and wrap my mouth around the head of your cock, my pussy throbbing at the excitement and joy of finally having you in my mouth, my moans vibrate around your thickness. Your hands grasp my hair and slowly, gently pull me down your cock, I gag slightly, then relax, allowing your cock to enter my throat, my airflow restricted I last as long as I can before gulping air in and again swallowing your cock. I coat my finger in my juices and bring it to your ass... I can feel your orgasm building and your cock begins to throb... I slowly slide my finger in your ass, your legs tighten and you pull your cock from my mouth as the first burst of cum erupts from your cock onto my chin, another landing in my waiting mouth and the finally the last covering my right breast. I reach down and scoop it onto my fingers and bring it to my mouth, savoring every drop.

We both collapse onto the bed, breathing heavy, and your fingers reach down, finger my clit and then slide into me... “Cum for me again” you demand and with not much more than that I am gushing around your fingers, my pussy clamping down on them harder than you expected. We lay there panting, our backs to the outside of the bed, our eyes locked on one another, our fingers wandering. As my fingers wander I feel you begin to grow again, amazed at how fast you are recovering.

You crawl over my body and begin licking, sucking, kissing, and locking your mouth around one nipple you suck in sharply as your other hand tweaks the other. My legs wrap around you pulling you to me… I whimper… “Please” I plead and you know what I need. You rise above me and we stare into each other’s eyes as you slide into my waiting hotness. Barely able to maintain composure you stroke in and out of me slowly… your mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me hard and fast and deep… you begin to fuck me harder, abandoning any hope for control. My pussy begins to tighten around your pulsing cock… my orgasm arriving in waves. You flip me over and pull on my hips, I rise up on my hands and knees as you slide you cock into me slowly, you slide your finger up and down my ass crack which is saturated with juices from my pussy... you easily slide a finger into me as you thrust in. I whimper and moan again loudly as another orgasm rips through me.
You continue but the tightness around you is just too much for you to hold on much longer, a long animalistic cry escapes from you as you fill my pussy with your warmth... we collapse to the bed.... you still in me, my pussy continuing to spasm on your cock, you spooning me, your hands cupping my breasts, your mouth on my neck, kissing, sucking, and biting.... “That was amazing,” you whisper in my ear, nibbling as you do.

“Everything I imagined” I manage in response, still struggling to catch my breath, shaking in your arms. You gently stroke my skin and hair and I slowly drift to sleep, in your arms at last.
 
I look about the hotel room and then the clock, a smile crossing my lips as the time of his arrival draws near. The phone rings bringing me out of my daydream, “I’m on my way” your voice rings melodic in my ear.

“They are expecting you at reception” I tell you “They have a key waiting for you... see you soon!” I grin to myself knowing just how they’ll look at you knowing a bit of our story.

I turn down the lights and bring flame to the last of the candles. I cross the room to stand by the window, trying to catch a glimpse of you arriving though I have no such luck. Just as I turn to walk towards the door, I hear the key in the door and you walk in. My heart races, I whisper your name, unable to believe you are truly standing there. You stop to smile at me, walk slowly to me, your bag sliding from your shoulder to the floor.

Your arm goes around my lower back pulling me closer, your other hand tilting my chin up to you. Green eyes drill into mine fiery and consuming as I anxiously anticipate what I’ve, until now, only fantasized about. Your mouth comes to mine, I whimper softly and you kiss me lightly, drifting away to plant kisses about my face before returning to my lips. My hands tangle in your hair, pulling your mouth hard onto mine, our lips careening, tongues tangle, we suck, bite as moans escape, telling their own story of the building need in the room.

The hand warm on my chin travels to wrap around me and your hands slide down and cupping my ass through the soft black silk of my dress, pulling me more firmly against you… I feel your heat and hardness pressing up against me and moan again… we stare into each other’s eyes, the longing burning fiercely in our eyes. You push me back on the bed, “Lay back beautiful” you manage and I eagerly comply. You start at my toes... massaging, licking, kissing, sucking, working your way up my legs. Pushing my legs apart, your fingertips gently caress and slide up my inner thighs, followed by whisper kisses… my moaning grows considerably as your mouth connects with the silken fabric, my panties soaked already from my anticipation. Your hands slide under my ass, digging in, gripping as you grind your face into my heat. Your fingers slide back, hooking the elastic and slide my panties from me… your mouth never breaking contact for more than a nanosecond… your tongue dives into me, your thumb circling my clit… my hips rise to meet you, fingers grasping your hair as pleasure consumes me. I moan loudly, you don’t hesitate as your mouth and fingers switch places and you slide your fingers in the sopping wetness of my pussy… your mouth locking onto my clit, sucking it into your mouth, your fingers move a little faster and you feel the tightening as my pussy closes around your fingers. I pull your face into me, grinding into your hungry mouth as I erupt in an orgasm, fluids nearly pouring from me as a guttural growl erupts from me… you look up at me, grinning, you stand as I lay there panting you disrobe slowly until you stand naked, your cock at attention.

I crawl to the edge of the bed and wrap my hand around the cock I’d lusted for, looking into your eyes as I stroke you slowly, and move my mouth towards the precum that has formed on the tip, my tongue darting out, twirling around the tip, tasting you finally. I take your hand and pull you onto the bed, pushing you down as I crawl between your legs and begin tonguing, licking, kissing and sucking your balls while my hand strokes your cock... then I switch and wrap my mouth around the head of your cock, my pussy throbbing at the excitement and joy of finally having you in my mouth, my moans vibrate around your thickness. Your hands grasp my hair and slowly, gently pull me down your cock, I gag slightly, then relax, allowing your cock to enter my throat, my airflow restricted I last as long as I can before gulping air in and again swallowing your cock. I coat my finger in my juices and bring it to your ass... I can feel your orgasm building and your cock begins to throb... I slowly slide my finger in your ass, your legs tighten and you pull your cock from my mouth as the first burst of cum erupts from your cock onto my chin, another landing in my waiting mouth and the finally the last covering my right breast. I reach down and scoop it onto my fingers and bring it to my mouth, savoring every drop.

We both collapse onto the bed, breathing heavy, and your fingers reach down, finger my clit and then slide into me... “Cum for me again” you demand and with not much more than that I am gushing around your fingers, my pussy clamping down on them harder than you expected. We lay there panting, our backs to the outside of the bed, our eyes locked on one another, our fingers wandering. As my fingers wander I feel you begin to grow again, amazed at how fast you are recovering.

You crawl over my body and begin licking, sucking, kissing, and locking your mouth around one nipple you suck in sharply as your other hand tweaks the other. My legs wrap around you pulling you to me… I whimper… “Please” I plead and you know what I need. You rise above me and we stare into each other’s eyes as you slide into my waiting hotness. Barely able to maintain composure you stroke in and out of me slowly… your mouth crashes down on mine, kissing me hard and fast and deep… you begin to fuck me harder, abandoning any hope for control. My pussy begins to tighten around your pulsing cock… my orgasm arriving in waves. You flip me over and pull on my hips, I rise up on my hands and knees as you slide you cock into me slowly, you slide your finger up and down my ass crack which is saturated with juices from my pussy... you easily slide a finger into me as you thrust in. I whimper and moan again loudly as another orgasm rips through me.
You continue but the tightness around you is just too much for you to hold on much longer, a long animalistic cry escapes from you as you fill my pussy with your warmth... we collapse to the bed.... you still in me, my pussy continuing to spasm on your cock, you spooning me, your hands cupping my breasts, your mouth on my neck, kissing, sucking, and biting.... “That was amazing,” you whisper in my ear, nibbling as you do.

“Everything I imagined” I manage in response, still struggling to catch my breath, shaking in your arms. You gently stroke my skin and hair and I slowly drift to sleep, in your arms at last.

that was so erotic. You could invite me to a hotel room any time you want. Room service.
 
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Today, It's finally today. How could one day mean so much out of so many? Marina stood in the morning sun and felt the warmth penetrate her, the way her lover's heat did when they made love.

He was coming home today. Finally her heart could feel the joy it wanted with him there with her. She longed for his touch and his lips, the love they had for her, she desired so much.

Today, it was perfect. Everything was as it should be to remain so. She wanted to please him in every way to be happy coming home. Her heart raced with happiness, thinking of each little thing she could do for him.

Knowing his arrival, she went about freely, a mere frock of an apron covering her. Enjoying the freedom of the moment, how sensual and alive she felt. To the kitchen her heart took her, knowing him, his pleasures, her love of seeing him happy.

She loved to cook for him. Her love the most basic, yet most important part of the recipe. Without it, it was just food, but with it, it filled him with her, her love for him.

Singing a song in her heart of him, it filled the room and brought life to her loving task. Her movements belied her feelings for him. Her hips gently swaying, her shoulders turning in a sensuous rhythm to her notes. Her hands touching and caressing the food, partaking small tidbits of their taste.

There was never a sound, nothing to alert her, but her heart knew she had to turn. She turned and looked, and without a movement, their eyes were connected. In all her plans of perfection, nothing could be more perfect than seeing him standing there. She stood, awed by her love for him, and waited for him to take her. Never did her heart feel happier to see him, never was she madder than him showing up early and seeing her like this.
 
Two Sentence Story

One morning she finally accepted the offer that at least one of the partners dangled in front of her every day, which always took the form of a question but was more an acknowledgment that her resistance was cute but, sooner or later, her behavior would fall into line as it had for the others before her, and she led the suddenly tongue-tied middle-aged lawyer around the corner, holding him by his belt and the waist of his slacks, to the men's restroom where he, unruffling himself, kicked the door open and stepped into the handicapped stall, his belt already hanging undone as she knelt before him, removed his hands from his still undone buttons, and in a quick motion opened his zipper, grabbed the base of his cock as it sprung loose, and took the head into her mouth while he grabbed the door and tried to swing it shut. But she was in the way and wouldn't budge, no matter how he nudged her with the door, his silent entreaty for a little privacy that she ignored, swallowing him until her nose bristled against his wiry, tangled hair, pressing back on the door so that it loosed from his hand, clacked against the gray-tiled wall, and left them unveiled in the door frame.
 
You lay, gently sleeping, your hair a tussle on the pillows, like the sheets wrapped loosely around your naked torso. I slide into bed and you begin to float up through the light slumber into the twilight halfway between awake and asleep. My lips find your neck and begin to tickle and nibble the soft skin. My hand finds your thigh and begins to roam along the outside, tracing the womanly curves of your hips. You moan, not quite awake as my roving hand finds the edge of your breast.

My fingers trace the edges of your erogenous zones. Teasing and touching as you begin to feel aroused. I can sense your awaking by the low moans in your throat and the stirring of your hips. My lips find yours and we lightly kiss, tongues just barely teasing each other. My fingers dance across your stiffening nipples as I venture to move along, cautiously proceeding. You can feel my penis, pressed hard against your hip as your legs spread, almost involuntarily.

I gently take your nipple between my fingers, rolling it and pulling it. My head moves, as you cradle it, bringing it to your other breast I suck your nipple between my lips with hunger to taste you. My tongue swirls and explores, the hard nipple like a cherry seed in my mouth.

I slide my hand slowly down to the lace panties you are wearing and gently stroke your sex. Light fingers through the fabric can feel the heat and moisture of your ripening pussy. Your hips roll, trying to push against my fingers, but I keep the touch light, teasing you. My mouth is absorbed with your breast, sucking and licking your nipple. As you moan, now awake and yet still in a dream.

You take my hand and guide it, sliding it down under your panties, showing me the way to the hard nib of your clit. I let my finger dance across it once and your sharp intake of breath tells me you need it. But, ever the tease, I pull away. You mewl, questioning, as I rise up and move down. My hands swiftly remove the blocking panties and I position myself between your legs. My face moves to kiss your lower lips, gently lightly, my lips just brushing your swelling labia. My tongue darts out, parting the folds, and then retreating as your hands grab my hair trying to pull me into you.

I succumb to your urging and my lips close around your clit as my tongue gently swirls and tastes you. My fingers slide into your tunnel and your back arches in excitement. I find your thick spot, deep inside and begin to stroke it while my tongue slides effortlessly around your clit. Your breathing comes harder and the low moans of earlier have evolved into ragged gasps as your climax builds. I'm done teasing you and want you to cum, hard on my face.

My stroking and licking and sucking reach a payoff and your orgasm grips you. Your hands grab my hair as your hips buck against my face. You moan, loudly and wantonly, music to my ears and fuel for my fire.

As your orgasm subsides, I move and reposition you. Your hips, just barely on the bed as you lie on your back. I stand between your legs, holding your ankles as I look deep into your eyes. I love this view, your whole body laid out before me, I pause and soak it in. Your hair still tussled from sleep, and your eyes aroused and wanting. Your breasts, full and round, with erect nipples. But especially, your pussy, wet, swollen, waiting for me. My cock, purple and throbbing, wanting to enter you.

Finally, I can resist no longer and I slide deep inside you in one stroke. You can feel my balls slap against your ass, my hands holding your ankles, I control the situation. At first my strokes are long and
slow. You can feel each thrust as my penis penetrates your vaginal tunnel. But soon I am swept away by the tight warm sensations and my thrusting becomes automatic and animalistic. I explode and the sound of our coupling changes to low grunts and slip-sloppy thrusts as I pump my cum into your wetness.

I collapse next you on the bed, our feet dangling over the edge and pull you into my arms.
 
I look about the hotel room and then the clock, a smile crossing my lips as the time of his arrival draws near. The phone rings bringing me out of my daydream, “I’m on my way” your voice rings melodic in my ear.

“They are expecting you at reception” I tell you “They have a key waiting for you... see you soon!” I grin to myself knowing just how they’ll look at you knowing a bit of our story.


Great first start AJ---very good tension building and very sexy :D

Today, It's finally today. How could one day mean so much out of so many? Marina stood in the morning sun and felt the warmth penetrate her, the way her lover's heat did when they made love.

Never did her heart feel happier to see him, never was she madder than him showing up early and seeing her like this.

Lance, as always, you bring such a depth of connection to your couples. I loved the contrasting sentences at the end---very realistic!!

One morning she finally accepted the offer that at least one of the partners dangled in front of her every day,


pressing back on the door so that it loosed from his hand, clacked against the gray-tiled wall, and left them unveiled in the door frame.

VERY CREATIVE Great characterizations of the players without actually doing so with words---would have liked it more broken up into more sentences though and adding a few more setting touches---but very very good
 
You lay, gently sleeping, your hair a tussle on the pillows, like the sheets wrapped loosely around your naked torso.



You take my hand and guide it, sliding it down under your panties, showing me the way to the hard nib of your clit. I let my finger dance across it once and your sharp intake of breath tells me you need it. But, ever the tease, I pull away. You mewl, questioning, as I rise up and move down. My hands swiftly remove the blocking panties and I position myself between your legs. My face moves to kiss your lower lips, gently lightly, my lips just brushing your swelling labia. My tongue darts out, parting the folds, and then retreating as your hands grab my hair trying to pull me into you.

Sailor boy :D wonderful work again! My only complaint with your stories is that they leave me wanting to read more . . . :D

and Congratulations on Butterfliesmaking the HOT list.
:devil:
 
You lay, gently sleeping, your hair a tussle on the pillows, like the sheets wrapped loosely around your naked torso. I slide into bed and you begin to float up through the light slumber into the twilight halfway between awake and asleep. My lips find your neck and begin to tickle and nibble the soft skin. My hand finds your thigh and begins to roam along the outside, tracing the womanly curves of your hips. You moan, not quite awake as my roving hand finds the edge of your breast.

well... that certainly got the mind and body craving... :cattail:
 
Temptress



She was driving him wild leaning against the window frame, enjoying the pleasure of the moment. It wasn’t enough for her to be standing there in just an apron. It wasn’t enough for her to be teasing him with food. She wanted more and she demanded it with that seductive, confident pose, tempting him with her beauty, wanting him to desire her completely. Who would’ve thought that a single strand of spaghetti could leave him breathless with longing? How he wished that was his mouth against hers. She leaned her head back, opening her mouth, slowly easing the spaghetti in as he continued to watch her, mesmerized. He groaned without realizing it. His thoughts, his body focused entirely on her. She opened her eyes at the sound, meeting his gaze, seeing hunger for her ripple through his body. She shivered in response, reveling in the power she had over him.

He walked towards her, lost and unable to help himself. He wanted to get closer, needed to touch her. Standing before her, he lifted his hand to graze his thumb across her bottom lip, hearing a soft gasp escape her lips. Feeling fire course through his veins, he drew her close, crushing her to him. Devouring her mouth and plundering the moist depths of it with his tongue, the sweetness within intoxicating. He reached behind her to untie her apron, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor as she put her fingers in the waistband of his shorts, tugging it down.

Their naked bodies touched and all he could think about was fucking her hard and fast. He wanted to give in to the lust that was threatening to consume him and when he looked into her eyes he saw an answering need burning there. He couldn’t wait any longer. He picked her up, his cock sliding deeply into her welcoming pussy as she wrapped her legs around his waist. All coherent thought gone has he pulled back and thrust into her again. Pushing her back against the wall, hearing her moan as he thrust his cock deeply into her. Taking and possessing her with each thrust, in and out, hard and fast, fucking each other desperately. Her nails digging into his back at the pleasure, tensions building, climbing higher and higher. Their breathing labored, groaning, pushing harder, moving faster. Building until they were right at the edge, waiting, and then they were both soaring, crying out with pleasure, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasms.

They held each other tight, trying to catch their breath. He looked at her, holding her gaze as he cupped her face in his hand, whispering: “My little temptress” then leaned forward to give her a tender kiss and seal the promise of love they gave each other every time they shared this intimacy.
 
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Outstanding!!! Great imagery and urgency and depth!!!

I dare ya----I double dog dare ya---print a copy out---hide it in your husbands pocket---arrainge for the two of you to have dinner at home alone and then. . . .cook some spaghetti for dinner :D

really well done sweet! You are definitly on a roll.
 
Outstanding!!! Great imagery and urgency and depth!!!

I dare ya----I double dog dare ya---print a copy out---hide it in your husbands pocket---arrainge for the two of you to have dinner at home alone and then. . . .cook some spaghetti for dinner :D

really well done sweet! You are definitly on a roll.

Ryan, you have the greatest suggestions. :D I'm seriously considering taking you up on that dare...

Thanks for your compliments. It means a lot to me. :kiss: I think I've found a genre of writing I love. Already have a few more scenes in the works. :)

*nothing gets said because Sweetct's story leaves me speachless*

WOW...

Thank you sailer. :eek: Glad you liked it! :)
 
She was driving him wild leaning against the window frame, enjoying the pleasure of the moment. It wasn’t enough for her to be standing there in just an apron. It wasn’t enough for her to be teasing him with food. She wanted more and she demanded it with that seductive, confident pose, tempting him with her beauty, wanting him to desire her completely. Who would’ve thought that a single strand of spaghetti could leave him breathless with longing? How he wished that was his mouth against hers. She leaned her head back, opening her mouth, slowly easing the spaghetti in as he continued to watch her, mesmerized. He groaned without realizing it. His thoughts, his body focused entirely on her. She opened her eyes at the sound, meeting his gaze, seeing hunger for her ripple through his body. She shivered in response, reveling in the power she had over him.

He walked towards her, lost and unable to help himself. He wanted to get closer, needed to touch her. Standing before her, he lifted his hand to graze his thumb across her bottom lip, hearing a soft gasp escape her lips. Feeling fire course through his veins, he drew her close, crushing her to him. Devouring her mouth and plundering the moist depths of it with his tongue, the sweetness within intoxicating. He reached behind her to untie her apron, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to the floor as she put her fingers in the waistband of his shorts, tugging it down.

Their naked bodies touched and all he could think about was fucking her hard and fast. He wanted to give in to the lust that was threatening to consume him and when he looked into her eyes he saw an answering need burning there. He couldn’t wait any longer. He picked her up, his cock sliding deeply into her welcoming pussy as she wrapped her legs around his waist. All coherent thought gone has he pulled back and thrust into her again. Pushing her back against the wall, hearing her moan as he thrust his cock deeply into her. Taking and possessing her with each thrust, in and out, hard and fast, fucking each other desperately. Her nails digging into his back at the pleasure, tensions building, climbing higher and higher. Their breathing labored, groaning, pushing harder, moving faster. Building until they were right at the edge, waiting, and then they were both soaring, crying out with pleasure, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their orgasms.

They held each other tight, trying to catch their breath. He looked at her, holding her gaze as he cupped her her face with his hand, whispering: “My little temptress” then leaned forward to give her a tender kiss and seal the promise of love they gave to each other each time they shared this intimacy.

Lovely. Great job, sweetie :) :kiss:
 




A scene in 500 words or less? anyone wanna try it?[/QUOTE]

Cooking? He wanted me to cook for him? Jean shook her head and wondered if this guy was worth it. She knew she was sexy and she knew virtually every man wanted her. And she could get almost anything from any guy she wanted.

So, when he suggested that for their first date she cook for him, well, who the hell does he think he is? She is used to being wined and dined and maybe, if she is interesting, she'll allow him into her bedroom where he'll need to prove he's a great lover. And she's had plenty of lovers; men who would do anything for her.

And this guy? I mean, he's at least 10 years older than she and he has a bit of a belly on him and his hair is thinning. But. Something. Something about him.

She had met him at the club, she had walked out of the workout room in her skin-tight workout clothes and several men had stopped talking as she went by. And he, well, he just laughed. And she turned and looked at him, "Funny, am I?" she said.

"Not a drop of sweat on you; that's hardly a workout!" he said and walked away.

He walked away from me? What a....jerk.... asshole.... why am I staring at him leaving me?

So, maybe it was her ego but she began to turn on the charm when she'd see him at the club and well, nothing, I mean the guy hardly noticed her, even with her body!

And then, he walked up to her as she was leaving the club, "Jean, isn't it?" he smiled. She nodded. "Why don't we get together for dinner sometime," Jean smiled her most charming smile and said softly, "I'll have to check my schedule." "Good," he said and then just walked away! What the hell!

The next day, she walked boldly up to him, her breasts moving softly in the leotard, tight against her body. He looked into her eyes, not even a glance at the carefully created cleavage or her erect nipples against the skin-like fabric. "I could do dinner tomorrow night." "Where do you live?" he said quickly. She told him the address of her condo and then he smiled and said, "Great, what are you going to make us for dinner?" Before she could answer he said, "Well, why not something Italian, I have a perfect robust Zin for something Italian. See you at 8," and he just walked away.

So, in spite of herself, Jean made dinner. She wore a soft tight summer dress and a sexy apron to show him she could cook. And he had come to dinner. And the conversation was wonderful and the wine was excellent and he complimented her several times on her cooking. And then. He stood up, kissed her lightly on the cheek and left!

She was furious. She threw the pots and pans in the dishwasher and stripped off the apron and then threw it on the hamper. She peeled her delicately picked out clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror.

"RINNGGGG" went her cell. She walked over and answered. It was him. "I'm sorry I left, Jean," he said softly. "I wanted to stay, but I was afraid I could no longer be a gentleman. I do hope you will consent to a second date. This time at my place and I'll want you to cook with me this time." She was confused but agreed.

She stood in front of the mirror, naked. She reached over to the apron and casually tied it around her neck. Her breasts spilled out, her nipples ached. Her hand slipped below the apron. She moaned in surprise at how wet she was and thought, "My God, I want him!" as her fingers spread her soft wet lips open, "I really want him to touch me, to caress me!" and in that moment she understood what desire for another really was as her mouth opened in surprise at the sudden orgasm spreading through her body....
 
It was another unusually warm humid afternoon. When it's 97 degrees, the shade does little to temper the oppressive heat. I planned all day to leave work early and do some wrenching before driving home. I had packed a change of clothes as usual. All I could think about that day was getting out of there. The garage where I do a lot of my work is in an industrial park across town. What I love most about it is after 4 o'clock the place is deserted, quiet and serene. I always do the same thing, drive around back and while the car cools I do a quick walk about to see who, if anyone, is around. Then I change clothes before getting to work. My labido was already tweaked from the anticipation so this was to be no normal day at the shop. As I turned the car off a wave of lust came over me, and it came on strong. Checking the area, I was obviously alone. I changed right there in the service yard using one hand on the fender to support me, I slipped out of my work slacks first. My cock started to grow when I unbuttoned my shirt. but when I a breeze hit my naked chest I was almost dizzy with lust. I felt wonderfully exposed with virtually nothing on. I was erect enough to cause me to slide it to one side before I could close my shorts. Afterall, I had work to get done. I tried to ignore it, choosing to concentrate on the finer aspects of dwell and timing. As the afternoon wore on I felt my strength wilting, my t-shirt damp with sweat. I removed it giving my body some much needed relief. Rolling back under the car I tried again to keep my mind on the task at hand but the heat was just too much. I pulled myself back out and took a short break to drink something and rest my arms. I propped myself against the tire and closed my eyes. With my sight gone I felt my senses heighten. The bright sun beat down on my naked chest, forming little beads of sweat that rolled down my belly into my loose fitting cargo shorts. I could feel my balls hang heavy and loose, free from the snug briefs I wear most often. It was then that I finally gave in to the growing need to get myself off. I wanted my hand on my dick. Opening my eyes I was blinded by the sudden shift in brightness. Stumbling into the garage I looked all over for some kind of lotion. Finally, I found a can of lubricant used for gearboxes. It was cream colored and organic. What the hell I thought, who will know? I carried my new found man lube back out onto the sunny asphalt. Feeling naughty from both desperation and exposure I filled my hand with the slick stuff. There is something so deliciously perverse about using something as masculine as gear lube to jack off with. It seemed so kinky, so delightfully wicked and I really wanted to have it wrapped around my shaft. Quickly I stepped out of my shorts and tossed them casually across the hood. Then I stood for a moment enjoying my wantoness and solitude. Completely naked aside from my shoes I leaned against my quarter panel. I could feel my ass burning on the hot metal. Writing this now I can still feel the cool breeze wafting over my shoulders sending a shiver through my body. Goosebumps rose on my skin as my nipples became hard as pebbles standing proudly from my chest. My cock was painfully hard as I slowly began pumping. I watched as the warm white goo squished through my fingers. It made a light popping sound as it lubed my shaft and balls. Allowing both hands to roam, I had one hand on my belly, the other continued milking. It wasn't long before all these sensations sent me over the brink. My chest heaving, I closed my eyes as cum began pouring out of me like warm maple syrup
 
great treatment sweetctgirl! I noticed that you had written yours about food after I submitted mine. wasn't trying to copy yours. Actually I was trying for a different take, but I love yours.
 
AJ, love the style. I get a real feel for a person who likes touching, fondling, caressing here. I have a feeling that a story about food and a lover might be even more exciting...something messy and fun with lots of laughter, maybe?

Great first effort!
 
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