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Information STICKY FIG
Posted by: Simon - 11-19-2025, 04:07 PM - No Replies

   


“And this… is my daughter Carmina,” my proud father smiled as he introduced me to Miguel. I was nineteen-years-old and it was the end of summer.
“Nice to meet you, Miguel,” I responded, somewhat abashed.
Wearing a pretty, white dress and my hair tied up in a ribbon, I’ll never forget the way Miguel looked at me the first time we me. But you know how it is; good, little rich girl meets handsome, young bad boy and she’s like a moth to a flame. He was eighteen-years-old, with a sparkle in his dark-eyes and working on my father’s vast swathes of farmland up in the hills. My darling father had spent the day overseeing the harvest, figs in one field, almonds in another when I’d gone to call him into lunch in his favourite spot – an outdoor table set in the shade of the cactus.
“Perhaps we’ll meet again, Carmina” was Miguel’s assured reply.
His eyes scanned up my lithe teenage legs, my wide-eyes, my full-mouth, my lips parted slightly with intake of breath as I registered this smouldering youth’s desire for me… A desire that, to this day, has not gone away. And can only ever be satiated in the heat of the sun… With outdoor sex… 

Even now, Miguel likes me wearing white for our romantic sex escapades outside. It’s virginal he says. He prefers me looking innocent with my hair tied up in a ponytail complete with a girlish ribbon – it’s reminiscent of the first time, of course. Yet he knows now that I’m far from innocent, especially when I’m with him. It’s a far cry from my usual look of city-fashion-chic that I wear in Madrid… but when I’m back to visit my father, and to see Miguel, I know what makes him tick. The landowner’s daughter and the farmhand… that’s how we began and that’s how we like to make it work. Each summer, without fail and without much conversation.
I can see that Miguel’s hard even as I approach him, waiting amid the cactus and the crops, in a secluded spot near my father’s secluded lunch table. The silhouette of his throbbing cock can be seen through the drape of his linen shirt worn loosely over his shorts as Miguel leans back on the table – thrusting his pelvis teasingly forward as I tread along the path towards him. I kick off my espadrilles in readiness. My white shirt-dress sheer enough for the sun to catch my semi-naked form beneath. Miguel smiles – coolly keeping his gaze hidden behind his shades before glancing lower towards the tight peaks of my nipples, the only outward hint of my arousal.
“Hey, Miguel…” I smoulder.
“Hey. Carmina. Here we are again.”
Wrapping his arm firmly around my waist, he draws me to him, engaging my mouth at once in a firm but sensual kiss. I can taste morning-coffee on his lips and a hint of brandy on his breath – the traditional combination for the local guys here. Miguel shares both with me as pushes his hot tongue deeper into my mouth, forcing it open, as his firm member presses hard against my thigh. This is Miguel – as hot and as horny as always. His fingers grip at my buttocks as he traces his breath and his touch over my gym-toned form and all I can think is that beneath the seductive Spanish-lace of my panties, I know the lips of my sweet sex now glisten with desire.
Running my hands up Miguel’s smooth torso, unbuttoning his shirt and clutching his face closer to mine, my kisses prove a firm response to his, my moans grow audible.
“Shall I take you, Miguel? Is that what you want?” my eyes seem to say as, with a lingering seduction, I lower downwards.
Taking his belt, my gaze turned towards his, I unfasten him – allowing his swollen, pulsing member to be taken into the heat of my hands. It’s a familiar feeling. My hands, my eyes, my tongue, my lips, my mouth – they all know the beauty of Miguel’s cock like a well-studied map; it’s familiar territory and my favourite place all-in-one.
As I wrap my lips around his girth, working his shaft in a smooth rhythm, Miguel stares down longingly – losing himself and his heart in the midday sun.
Just like the first time, I peel my white linen dress from my body and instinctively dance my lace-clad buttocks against his cock, pressing hard against him until I feel Miguel’s fingers tighten across my throat. It’s Miguel’s hint of kink – and how much he wants me and my pussy.
With Miguel’s help, I tease down my panties.
“Do you remember the first time?” I whisper as I slide my wet sex down onto his firm, smooth shaft and thrust against him. My pussy is as natural now as it was then; just the way Miguel likes it to be, hairy, and open to the warm breeze of the air and the heat of his balls pressing against me. Miguel pumps me hard at the thought of the time he took my virginity, right here fucked on the very same table. He rams me hard, the slap of skin against skin as he grabs at my breast, sending a build of shockwaves, my pleasure rising, my pulse rocketing, my heart beating fast…
I lie back for Miguel to take me deeper. On the table prepared neatly for my father’s lunch, as the white plates rattle with every thrust, I reach behind to take hold of another memory; a deliciously ripe, sweet fig set there by Miguel. And I know why, of course. That was his job when I first met him – harvesting figs. And now, they’ve become our plaything. Miguel’s fingers tear open the fig’s velvet flesh. With a teasing smile, he offers its moist sweetness direct into my mouth, seeping its delicious juice across my lips…
“Are you hungry again, my Carmina?” he asks me.
“Always, Miguel”, is my breathless reply.
And with his gaze locked on mine, he teases its stickiness across my nipple in readiness; sweet flesh upon sweet flesh…
Miguel likes nothing more than sharing the fruits of my father’s farm. As if to confirm it, he pushes me back onto the table, opening my legs and pressing his urgent mouth against my wanting pussy; consuming its sensual flesh, drinking in the scent and the exploring the pulsating urges of the aroused and open, ever-flowered orchid of my sex. His tongue flicks against my clit. His mouth devours me. His fingers thrust into me as I reach for another fig, pulling its tenderness apart and sharing it into Miguel’s hungry mouth.
It all started with Miguel sharing a fig beneath the shade of an olive tree and look where we are now, still eating each other at the same table and enjoying every bite. We smile as he eases up to full height, his member hard, my pussy open and ready to be fucked hard – right here and right now.
Miguel takes me hard. One leg pressed hard against his shoulder, I’m open to him. He thrusts deep. My groans build as my body is overcome by the firmness of his rhythm. A pause to get my breath – then he thrusts me hard, taking my breath away. Hard and deep; I gasp and moan. And again and again… pulsing-out all the frustration of our bodies since the last time we fucked until the next time I fuck my beloved Miguel again…
I moan aloud, I grab at the cloth, allowing my climax to overwhelm me from within as Miguel’s groans deepen and his swollen cock fills me with it’s hot, sweet and sticky seed – until our breath falls to gasping and bodies entwine into one. Just like the first time…
For Miguel and me, our love is that of the Spanish summer and sweet fruit and open air. And each year, we fuck just the same: outside at the table, in the shade of the cactus, before I sit down, like the good little rich girl I was when it all began and serve my darling father his lunch. Of course, I can’t help but wonder if my father ever notices that I’m naked beneath my white linen dress…

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Information Sweet Touch
Posted by: Simon - 11-19-2025, 04:03 PM - No Replies

   


My tits bounced out my t-shirt as I lifted it up over my head.
Shuffling out of my knickers, I turned the taps off and stepped tentatively into the bath, my toes kissing the hot water as the steam rose up to greet me.
Mmm, the perfect temperature. Goosebumps shivered over my body as I shuddered into the tub.
The water caressed me like a skilled lover, my body relaxing and opening to the pleasure I was receiving.
My pert, dark nipples puckered with the contrast in temperature. I raised a warm hand and clasped it around my tits.
I pushed my soapy breasts together and gave them a squeeze.
Mmm. My pussy twitched with anticipation of things to come.
The bubbles formed a necklace around my chest.
As I lay back tweaking and stroking my frothy nips I thought of my best friend Lily’s voice clear as day.
“Be good to yourself please, Amy.” Her concerned voice rang in my ears.
“For fuck sake.” She clipped. “Slow down, start to be kind to yourself. You’re always on the go, thinking of everyone else. It’s like you have totally forgotten yourself!”
We’d met for a quick coffee a few days ago. She’d joked it was an ‘intervention’.
I think it was a joke anyway. But I kept playing her words in my mind.
“No wonder you’re feeling like shit, when was the last time you danced? Laughed outrageously? We never have fun anymore!” she had said, almost pouting and it was beginning to sting. She was right.
“When was the last time you shaved your legs,” she spluttered, “let alone have an orgasm?”
She’d reached over the table almost spilling my mocha and grabbed my hands. “You know, a proper, knee quivering, scream out loud orgasm?”
She released me and rose to leave handing me a business card out of her wallet and winked.
“Do yourself a favour darling and ring this number. She is a friend of mine, Tara. She is a pleasure mistress. The most amazing massages!”
Lily’s words had really triggered me. 

She was right, I had been stuck in a rut too long. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d shaved my legs, let alone the last time I’d had a proper full-blown orgasm.
Well, not one that involved anyone else anyway.
I had given up on the dating game last year after being disappointed and fucked over one too many times.
I have no idea where people find the time or energy to actually date!
Dating sites in themselves I found to be quite a traumatic ordeal. Sorting through the hundreds of random freakin guys with slogans like, “Get in touch. I’m bored!”. What the fuck. Pleeease.
Lathering my hands up with soap suds I slid my fingers in between my toes, squirming at the intense sensation.
Running my hands up the insides of my parted legs, the water kissed my pussy.
As my fingers reached my soapy thighs, I cupped my cunt and throbbed into my warm hand.
I slid my other hand underneath my bum, my finger gently circled my sweet spot.
My buttocks tightened as I grabbed onto myself from both sides.
I wanted to make sure I was really clean.
I gently gave my pubic hair a tug.
Sliding my fingers to either side of my clit, I squeezed them together and a shiver ran up my spine. Mmm. My clit pulsed begging to be touched, flicked, anything.
I picked up the razor and started shaving. Tonight was the night baby!
Nervous excitement rippled up my body with a severe case of What the fuck am I actually about to do energy riding it.
I quickly grabbed the wine glass and downed the whole thing.
A mixture of cold white wine and hot water made my head spin a bit.
I turned the tap for a blast of cold.
Fuck, Lily had been right. It had been so long since I had really thought of me and my pleasures.
Where had my internal fire gone?
My desire for fun and mischief.
So long since I had felt hands on me, so long since I had been kissed and pleasured.
It had been mere weeks since Lily’s get your shit together chat.
And I think that I’ve been doing really fucking well at turning my stale, no mojo, beige ship around.
Lily will be well chuffed when I tell her how far I’ve come with my self-care practice.
Lots of hot baths, dark chocolate and meditation.
And then yesterday—prompted by a very steamy dream, a broken vibrator and a few glasses of bubbly wine—I decided to step way out of my comfort zone.
Thanks to Lily’s promptings I had decided to book a massage.
But not just any old massage.
My voice was shaking as I spoke with the amazingly sexy-sounding woman at the end of the phone. But I kept on talking and soon the quivering turned into an ecstatic buzz.
I told her of my deepest sexual fantasies and she moaned softly with honour and recognition. At the end of the call, she said that she had taken notes and was looking forward to making me smile and we booked the appointment.
My toes curled.
She was going to be here soon.
I finished up and hopped out of the bath. Making sure I had rinsed all the soap suds off me. Soapy pussies are not tasty. And I wanted to be tasty.
I went into the kitchen and poured myself another glass of wine.
Brrrrringbrrrrring, my phone sang out. My heart jumped into my mouth. It was a text from her.
I am on my way.
My eyes flicked to the clock, registering when exactly she’d arrive.
Put your front door on the latch and go to your bedroom.
Set your camera to record you as you lie down on your bed and blindfold yourself.
Her message made me weak in the knees.
I listened carefully to your fantasies. I promise to be gentle.
Oh my goodness! I was trying desperately to think back to our phone conversation yesterday. What did I relay?
Fuck I had been so horny speaking with her, the adrenalin rushing from my nerves turning into extremely heightened senses, that I couldn’t quite remember what I’d agreed to!
I know I spoke of loving anticipation and tease, kissing, photography, mystery, surprise. And women.
I had been in a relationship with a man for the last two years.
Celibate since we broke up six months ago. This reflection had made me realise how much I missed loving women.
The soft-touch of their hands, their sensual mouths and warm small tongues that lap so well.
I found my best lovers to be women. They know exactly what feels good.
Fuck! Half an hour!
Going to the front door I put it on the latch and skipped up the stairs.
Checking I had enough battery to last a good while I set my phone up facing the bed, and started to record in black and white. My favourite way to film.
Finding a blindfold in my knicker drawer I lay down on the bed and wrapped the fold around my eyes. I tied up tight at the back, making sure that I couldn’t peek out the sides.
Oh my. The excitement throbbed deep inside me. As I lay there with my eyes covered, all my other senses became heightened.
I could hear my heart pumping hard in my chest.
The smell of my horny juices filled my senses.
My pussy muscles clenched in anticipation of not knowing what was to come, other than promised pleasure, and the thrill of watching it afterwards.
I put my hands between my legs, stroked my freshly shaved skin and plunged a finger into my wet hot cunt.
Letting out a whimpered gasp, I shivered, fuck I was so horny and hungry.
Bringing my fingers up to my mouth I sucked my juices from them. Mmm, I tasted good.
The front door creaked open. And closed. The latch released and shut with a loud click.
The pressure and build-up within my body was making me squirm on the bed.
Her instructions rang clear and sexy from the bedroom doorway.
“You are to stay still. No moving. Just surrender and receive. This is your time, for your pleasures.”
The anticipation buzzed through my veins—my blood was pumping hard. I could hear movements getting closer, along the side of me.
My breath caught in my lungs as the bed moved with the weight of someone.
My senses were filled with a sweet sexy musky scent.
I was so tempted to rip the blindfold off my face.
“Don’t Move.” Came the voice again, assertive yet gentle.
Goosebumps crept up my body, my sexual energy was so high.
She lightly fingered my skin, gently, sliding, up my body, circling my nipples.
Then her warm tongue on my breast.
My toes curled and I squirmed under her touch.
I froze, startled as I realised that there was someone else working their way seductively up my legs.
“Don’t move,” she gently but firmly whispered again and pushed my arm to my side.
“This is Suzie, I am teaching her the art of pleasuring women. She is an eager student. Lie back and enjoy darling.”
Holy fuck balls! What the hell. This was such a surreal situation to find myself in. To actually drop into my full-on desires and really let my imagination flow. For that to not only be heard but acted upon. To be spoiled rotten with own my fantasies! Lie back and be pleasured, she said. I wasn’t going to argue with that.
Hands and mouths were all over my body. On my breasts and my legs, lips and ankles.
It felt incredible being massaged and kissed at the same time, I ached to part my knees as she moved higher.
As her mouth reached my pussy, a hot, wet tongue licked my lips. Having my mouth and pussy licked and sucked at the same time made me so wet.
The pleasure rushed up my back as though the energy was dancing along my spine.
She kissed me hard and sensually, nibbling my lip and stroking my tongue with hers.
My mouth was filled with her stroking, sensual wet tongue probing me.
The whole experience was making my pussy ache with desire.
Tentatively, they played with my folds, teasing, fondling, stroking.
I pushed my cunt up and towards the fingers that started rubbing my bud.
I was practically dripping with desire.
Her hands felt so good, expert fingers massaged and stroked my cunt. I was aching for her. Catching my breath I shuddered. I heard kissing. Their tongues moving around, lips sliding. My pussy throbbed hard. Behind the blindfold, my imagination was going wild. Their mouths colliding, full breasts pressed against each other, both of them wet and horny from pleasuring me.
The urge to rip off the bindings at my eyes was tearing through me but I pulled my focus back to my breath and calmed my nervous system the fuck down.
I didn’t want to come too quickly. This was golden.
Goosebumps ran up my spine, I so wanted to move, to thrust and grind, but I lay there like a motherfucking boss and took it, as I had been told.
Then all of a sudden there were four hands at my snatch.
Two holding my hood back and pressing into my mound as the other flicked and rubbed me to perfection. The pleasure mounted in my stomach.
I stretched my legs wider, I wanted more. Deeper and harder.
Licking my lips, I let out a laugh and squirmed into my desires that were fast becoming reality. My mouth was craving to be licked, sucked, kissed. And just like that as if my mind had been read a mouth met mine. Sweet and full. Different from the other. This mouth must belong to the apprentice. She tasted good.
Which meant that between my legs was the Pleasure Expert.
I can completely understand why she holds that title, I thought as she thrust her hand in and out of my hot, wet pussy. Plunging and stroking me all in one action, I have never felt that move before. My pussy squeezed tightly onto her skilled fingers.
Arching my back, my nipple was sucked into a hot hungry mouth.
A whimper escaped my lips. My voice climbed higher, closer to climax.
A wet thumb suddenly rubbed my throbbing clit. I had no idea who it belongs to but to be honest, I didn’t fucking care. My body started to shudder, fingers, fucking, wet, thrusts into my shaved cunt. My breasts and breath heaved. I heard them kissing, this threw me over the edge of a crashing orgasm. My pussy pulsed and pumped at her fingers as I came all over her hand.
Oh, my goddess, stars danced around my eyes covered in the blindfold.
I lay back in post-orgasmic bliss. The sensation of her climbing up my body from between my legs brought me back into my being. Her breasts pressing against mine, her mouth seeking mine out.
In a flurry of tits and tongues, I was back in the room squeezing the most out of this divine surrender.
“Fingers.” I gasped. “More fucking, fill me with your fingers.” My pussy ached to be filled and fucked, screwed and shagged.
It had been far too long. And I was on a roll. Four sets of hands worked at my creamy pussy. Flicking and stroking, strumming me like they were Slash from Guns n Roses and I their guitar. Rubbing and pumping and spitting and sliding. My tits were shaking, my whole body quivering with the sheer pleasure that was coursing through my being. I could feel my pussy juice flowing onto her hand as my muscles clamped down once more in a delicious orgasm.
Oh my. Lily is my freakin hero. So pleased she gave me that boot up the arse to sort myself the funk out! I might even show her the erotic movie footage if she’s lucky.
I felt as though I was floating. I’m sure I was on the ceiling at some points viewing the horny scene in front of me.
And wowza, what a scene it was. I could only imagine.
Nibbles graced my skin. Kisses and licks and gentle bites brought me slowly back to earth.
The room had gone all quiet. All I could hear was my heartbeat. I couldn’t see anything behind my blindfold. Kinda wishing that I hadn’t done it up so tight but also loving the suspense and the mystery of the unknown.
The thought of watching this back and discovering what my lovers look like caused a deep shudder of excitement to run through me. I mean, wtf!! My own, mystery sex scene, for my own future pleasure… or anyone else I should wish to share it with. The exhibitionist in me got a huge kick from the thought of watching and sharing my erotic intimacy.
Oh my god! What the fuck was that? It sounded like a swarm of angry bees, a lot of them, whatever it was it sounded big. And I wanted to fuck it. God, I hoped that they were going to put that in me.
I opened my mouth to ask, no, to beg to be fucked but my requests were gagged with a tongue and hungry mouth playing with mine, wet, hot kisses.
I nearly shot off the bed as this buzzing beast caressed my cunt. The vibrations hit my clit full-on and practically made my third eye vibrate. Wowza! Goosebumps ran from my toes, up my shins, around my knees which were buckling like jelly. Up the backs of my legs like a tongue coursing its way up my body. Rippling, ripping through me. I pushed my tits up, my breasts aching to be squeezed and loved.
They were greeted by a warm mouth and strong, small hands that held me down.
I didn’t put up much of a fight to be fair.
I couldn’t tell if I was being pleasured or tortured at times. Minutes felt like hours of divine, soul-nourishing pleasure. Being squeezed and cradled. Licked, held down and caressed. The joy ride was coursing through my body.
I wriggled and squirmed with pleasure and pain as this motherfucking magical staff pressed against my dripping folds.
The constant stimulation on my clit was unreal, my juices were flowing, my hot cream running between my legs onto the bedsheets. Fingers were pumping in and out of my wet snatch. In and out, thrusting harder and faster into me. Filling my cunt up with her hand. That and the beast between my legs buzzing on my sweet spot made me feel like the mightiest, divine sex warrior queen.
My body twitched and gyrated under the restraints of female domme energy and tongue lashing.
I pushed myself onto her, fucking her hand so deep, filling me up in such a fine way.
My pussy pulsed around her fist as I came. Hard. Over and over.
Frissons of juicy orgasmic energy blasted through every cell in my being.
Again and again I came. My silent screams smothered by kisses.
The bright white light behind my eyes was blinding as I swam in that place of bliss.
Warm skin lowered itself onto mine, hot breasts pressed against me as I slowly grounded back in the room.
Hot, wet kisses brought me back round, passionate, deep. Tender.
“Oh yessss you did,” a sultry voice purred in my ear
“That was so beautiful. You should be proud of yourself for stepping forward and listening to your desires.”
I breathed in the recognition and empowerment.
“Enjoy watching your pleasures darling, I know I did.”
As the front door shut behind my guests, I floated on cloud sixty-nine, of blissful sovereignty, self-worth and divine feminine pleasure.
Taking my self-care practice to a whole other level never felt so good.
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Information CUM ON ME BABY
Posted by: Simon - 11-19-2025, 04:00 PM - No Replies

   



I don’t know when he snuck into my room but I awoke to find René massaging my throbbing clit and sucking on my neck.

Mmmm. I pushed my ass up against his dick which was hard as granite.

When did he sneak into my room? How long had he been here? Did he see me in the mirror? My mind swirled with questions. I wasn’t sure if I was dizzy from him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clit or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me was now in my bed.

“For as long as I’ve been in the states, I’ve tried hard not to touch you but then I saw your door open and when I peaked in and saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore.” Rene whispered in my ear as if he heard the questions I had just asked myself.

I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped and I pumped back. He went faster and I kept pace. The rhythm was getting frantic.

Ahhh! I’m about to cum. Feeling his thick dick sliding between my cheeks every time I pulled back from is fingers pumping me ferociously got me hotter and hotter. The heat from between my thighs was reaching a scorching temperature.

“I wanted to kiss every inch of your body on the first day I saw you.” René lightly pecked my shoulder with his lips and then grazed my it with his teeth. I flinched and the opposing sensations.

“As I’d watch you walk down the hall at the office, your beautiful curly hair would tease me, resting on the top of your plump ass accentuated by those tight skirts you wear.” He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to suck on my neck again. He nibbled on my ear and whispered, “You’re so wet Tiffany.”

Surprised he knew my name, I opened my mouth to let out a moan and his fingers found their way in before anything could come out.

Mmmm. I tasted good. His fingers tasted good. Slowly, he pumped my mouth with his long slender digits. He ran them across my lips on his way back down to my soaking wet pussy, even more hungry then it was thirty-seconds ago. This time it was three fingers in as he wiggled them back and forth. I was so wet you could hear a squishing sound as his fingers went from front to back. Two fingers began pumping again and that’s when I felt it, the unmistakable sensation right before…

“Whoa! Oh my god! I didn’t know you were a squirter. That’s so sexy.” René pumped harder and faster. I could feel the warm liquid from my squirt running across my thigh, soaking the sheets beneath me. And then the next wave hit. Before I could relish in the first eruption, I got hit with an orgasm the force of a tsunami. I had to cover my mouth with both hands to keep from waking the entire house and with the waves repeatedly washing, crashing over me, I might have disturbed the entire neighborhood.

“You are so naughty. I had no idea,” René growled in my ear his french accent oozing, dripping over every syllable.

He finally gave me a break from his fingers. I thought it was so I could enjoy my orgasm but as it turned out he had something completely different in mind. He grabbed one of my butt cheeks and slide a finger inside my tight dark hole. Anal sex. 

Gasp. I hadn’t finished cumming from the finger fuck and then there was a new sensation making my orgasm build again.

“You’re so tight. I can barely get my finger in there.” René pumped my tight ass slowly, spreading my cheeks to make the entrance wider.

Haaaa! The sound came out of my mouth like a stolen whisper carried through the air. I’m relieved and my body relaxed when he pulled his long slender finger out but my rest was short-lived. His hand once again spread my cheek and I felt the massive head of his dick poke its way into my tight ass. Ahhh!

René paused. I could feel the head throbbing, pulsating as it stretched me with each beat. I don’t give my ass away to everyone and René certainly had no right to just take it and before I could protest, he forced the rest of his giant dick into my tight hole with no hesitation until he was balls deep. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I moaned, groaned from deep within my throat.

Somehow he found the nasty girl in me. The girl that lives in the black and red of the Sexual RainbowTM. Very few men have seen me red which means no one has ever seen me black. That’s reserved for my fantasies but I couldn’t resist the full feeling of René’s dick and I began pumping on his thick monster. Little does René know, he has now unleashed the monster within this polite little french girl. I took my time with the first few strokes but once I felt open, I picked up the pace and pumped with so much force, he just laid there, arms in the air so as not to be in my way.

I pumped and grind until I felt the tell-tale signs I was about to cum so I put his hand on my tit and encouraged him to squeeze my nipple. He slid his other hand underneath and around my body to my still throbbing clit and flicked it, sliding another of his finger between my wet lips and into my greedy pussy. And that was it. That was the signal to every nerve in my body to begin firing. My body quivered and shook violently. I looked like I was convulsing. I couldn’t control it and René knew. He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. He took over pumping. His moves were short and slow. He caught each wave, prolonging my orgasm each thrust. Never have aftershocks lasted so long. Somehow René knew how to keep them going until he was ready for them to stop.

“I’m glad I could make you cum naughty girl but I’m not done with you. I want to watch you ride.” He pulled out of my ass slowly and rolled over onto his back positioning, himself so he could see me and I could watch myself in the mirror.

Before mounting him, I paused to admire how hard his dick was and more importantly, how big it was. I gave it a quick kiss and lick but that wasn’t enough. I couldn’t resist. Without further introduction between my mouth and his dick, I gobbled him to the base. He was deep in the back of my throat and getting harder by the second. I slowly slid my mouth up to the head, swirled my tongue around the ridge before releasing it, grabbing it with my hand to stroke it a few times.

The expression on René’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide with amazement and awe. He said nothing, just looked at me as I worked him with both hands. I put his head in my mouth one more time, sucking on it, getting it nice and wet and still he didn’t break his gaze.

I climbed his dick slowly, looking to see if René’s expression would finally change. He dropped his head down to the bed and then looked at me again with a big smile. “You are so not what I expected.”

René leaned back and I began grinding, feeling the ridge of his fat head rubbing my squishy g-spot as I moved forward and backward, rubbing my clit and his mound.

He’s even more sexy then I imagined, I thought as I leaned in to kiss him, to feel his soft lips pressed up against mine. The heat of his breath on my skin was orgasmic. Looking deep into his eyes I grind slowly, enjoying every inch of him — the feel of his body, the smell of his skin.

René flipped me on to my back and went deep between my legs. My greedy pussy opened wide and sucked him in deep. My walls squeezed him as he filled me up from the bottom to the top, balls slapping me with each thrust.

I hated to admit it but René again had the upper hand. Mmmm. The scruff of his beard tickled my soft skin as he nibbled my ear. I can’t let him keep getting the upper hand. I swiveled my position, my hair gently brushed his skin as I leaned back in reverse cowgirl. I bounced and grind some more. The burn in my thighs indicated I was working hard like squats at the gym but I ignored it. There was no workout to compare to the pleasure of riding René. I noticed how tight his chest was as I braced myself on it as I bounced on him like he was a game at an amusement park. He gripped my waist, lifted me up and then forced me down hard on his dick. Mmmm. God he felt soooo good.

From this position I decided to put my pussy in his face for a good licking while I sucked on his dick again. His tongue was truly talented because it wasn’t long before I felt myself tingling again. Up and down, around and around — his tongue didn’t miss any part of my throbbing pussy. It even found its way inside, lapping up my creamy nectar like a dessert thirsty nomad, as he continued licking my pussy.

We flowed from position to position with ease. On my side, I raised my leg so René could stroke me deep and long from behind. Being with him felt so comfortable, so natural. New position. From in from of me, he grabbed my legs, plunged deep between them, positioned and repositioned them several times. He spread me wide, bent me at the knee, squeezed them together. After a few positions and several deep strokes, I closed my eyes to fully enjoy the experience and suddenly I felt moisture on my feet. Ooo, he’s a toe sucker, a man with a foot fetish. Now whose surprised?

With my legs stretched high along side his shoulders, René stoked me long and hard holding my toes close to his lips. From this position, he lifted my body off the bed and stroked my elevated ass. The weightless fuck was amazing. As I was recording the feeling in my memory, I felt the muscles in René’s body tighten and I knew he was ready to cum. He straddled my belly, leaving his dick staring at me, bobbing from side to side, begging for attention. I was more that happy to oblige stroking him until he came. With one hand on his balls and the other on his thick shaft, René released his milky cum to me, in my hair and on my belly. I was delighted to finally return the favor.

We snuggled, kissing and gazing into each other’s eyes. I thought to myself, I hope I’m not dreaming. This was absolutely amazing. He was worth the wait.

Knock. Knock. Knock. René and I looked at each other and tried not to laugh. Knock. Knock. Knock. We hadn’t been seen together ever and I certainly didn’t want the first time René and I were linked to be in my bed at my boss’s house. I turned to look at the door, hoping if we were quiet my unexpected visitor would go away. Knock. Knock. Knock. “Ms. DeBaptiste, are you awake?” I turned back to René and he was gone. I looked around the room thinking maybe he was hiding in a corner or the closet and realized I was alone in my room. I couldn’t find René because he wasn’t there. He was nothing more than a dream as he still remains.

THE END

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Information VACATION SEX
Posted by: Simon - 11-19-2025, 03:59 PM - No Replies

   


She knew he was going to be good. Just how good didn’t really matter. She had already imagined how his lips were going to feel against her mouth… how his firm, muscled body would feel against her soft skin… what he was going to feel like inside her… her imagination was plenty enough to get her juices flowing. The rest was really just details.

Like his name. She called him Romeo, but was his name really important? For that matter, was hers?

It was all part of the plan. A spontaneous trip to an exotic island where no one knew who she was, or why she was there—the whys were always so complicated. Career not panning out the way it was intended… a string of exes that just didn’t make the grade… all of it was left behind in her small London flat she shared with three roommates, including her real name.

Jasmine was the name she chose on her vacation. Jasmine was confident, carefree, and single. Jasmine’s only desire was to lay by the pool and drink tequila for a solid week. No phones. No social media. No texting with friends or late-night booty video calls with ex-boyfriends. Jasmine wanted to be alone, and answer to no one.

No one, that is, except for Romeo.

Jasmine first spotted the dark, handsome, stranger shortly after she checked in. He was sitting by himself, lounging by the pool in a pair of tight, white swim trunks and gold-rimmed sunglasses. She kept a curious eye on him, looking for a wife, or girlfriend as she took a seat on the outdoor couch opposite him across the private veranda. No one appeared. It was just the two of them, not a single other people insight.

Romeo was gorgeous. Tall, defined, with short spiked hair and smooth, dark skin the colour of chocolate that made her insides ignite. She immediately felt the urge to flirt with the handsome stranger and get to know him a bit better. In fact, that’s exactly what she would’ve done if she were alone on a typical vacation.

Jasmine had other ideas.

Jasmine didn’t care to get to know anyone a bit better. Jasmine was bold, and her pheromones were running wild. Jasmine tossed back a shot of tequila. She was ready to play.

Stretching her legs out, she teased her white floral sundress up over her thighs. She casually caressed her smooth skin as she drank in her new obsession. He didn’t seem in any particular hurry to dive into the water or do anything other than just sit on the edge of the pool, soaking up the sun, which was fine with her. She could keep her eyes on his glorious body, watching the water drip down his defined abs all afternoon.

She couldn’t however, keep from touching herself much longer.

Jasmine shifted her legs on the sofa and pulled her sundress up over her hips. She was only wearing a tiny, barely-there pair of white panties. At any moment someone could come around the corner and catch her with her legs spread open, touching herself as she stared across the pool at a complete stranger. Daring. Bold. Utterly wrong—the exact sort of behaviour that a proper woman like herself would never consider back home, yet exactly the kind of behaviour Jasmine intended to exhibit on this vacation… and it was only the start.

A smile bounced its way back and forth between the two strangers. So far Romeo had yet to move from his position on the edge of the pool. It struck Jasmine that her new obsession might only be interested in spending the afternoon tanning his athletic body, or maybe he wasn’t even interested in women, although she didn’t feel that was the case. No, he was going to be interested in her soon enough, she was certain.

Sure enough, like a bee finding its honey, he stood up and moved over toward her. They didn’t speak, at least not with words. His eyes drank her in, as her eyes did the same to him. She could feel him undressing her as if her sundress had disappeared in the blink of his eye as he gazed at her large, firm breasts, and her long, tanned legs. She had already admired his rippled muscles from afar, but now she, too, stared at his dark, defined body from just a few feet away, imagining what his cock would feel like if she held it in her hand, or what it would taste like if she were to slide it inside her mouth.

Nothing, of course, she would ever consider doing back home. A complete stranger?

Never. Except she wasn’t back home. She was on vacation… and on vacation, there were no rules.

He sat down next to her and leaned forward. She didn’t hesitate.

They kissed hungrily. She stared into his eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed sunglasses as their mouths met. Their lips and tongues explored one another, her breath nearly extinguished with a simple kiss filled with a hunger and desire she had not experienced in a long time. She gave in quickly to the passion flowing through her, allowing her instincts to control her body’s movements. Her mind simply wasn’t needed.

Her arousal deepened as Romeo’s hands roamed and groped her body. His powerful hands moved to her neck, holding her like a possession. That was fine with her. She wanted to be possessed. She wanted to be taken, and ravished, and fucked beyond compare. She wanted this from the moment she saw him.

They caught their breaths to share a drink, and confirm they were still the only ones in the secluded veranda. Maybe they did speak briefly. Maybe that was when he told her his name was Romeo, and she told him he could call her Jasmine. It was tough to recall. All she knew was that she wanted to hear him say her name as he plunged his cock into her, over and over again.

“Oh, Jasmine,” she wanted to hear him groan. “You’re so beautiful…”

“I want you so badly, Romeo… I want to feel you in me, I want to feel your beautiful cock buried so deep in me…”

Of course, she didn’t say a word. Even Jasmine had her limits.

Their drinks were set aside. They resumed kissing. This time their passion was fueled by a desire to take things much further. Both parties were consenting to this madness. Both parties were now an equal part of this instant attraction. There was no turning back.

Romeo’s hands moved to the top of her dress. He caressed her breasts through the sheer fabric. Her nipples were erect and throbbing as he lowered his head and slid his tongue up and down her neck. She moaned against him, her desire for this complete stranger increasing with each flick of his tongue on her skin.

“God, that’s so good,” she whispered. “I want you so badly.”

Did she really utter those words? Did he respond? Did they say anything the entire afternoon they were together? She couldn’t be certain.

His hands moved under her dress. She spread her legs as his fingers found her panties and easily slipped past the flimsy fabric. She was shaved smooth in preparation for her trip, with just a tiny patch of dark hair. She arched her back and reached her hand toward his cock. She swung her long legs over his, giving him full access to her body. Touching at the same time, they began moving, pleasuring each other with the intensity that comes from knowing that soon they would be fucking, hard and deep. She stroked his thick, long cock as his fingers slipped inside her wet folds, already in a rhythm that felt familiar.

~

He could make her come in an instant, she could feel it. Her inhibitions were gone, her pores practically oozing with her newfound sexuality. She was in heat, and the stallion she had selected was hers to ride. She wanted that, badly. Yet, first, she needed to experience just what her stallion had to offer.

Lowering her head to Romeo’s lap, Jasmine pulled down his shorts and took hold of his cock. She held it in her hands, admiring not just his thick, hard shaft, but the body from which it came. His abs quivered under her touch. Beads of perspiration appeared on his skin… or was he not even sweating, and that was simply water from the pool? No, he was breathing heavily, his chest heaving up and down, as lost in the moment as she was.

She could feel the control she held over him, his member pulsing in her hand. She held all the cards. She could get up, pull her dress back down over her hips and walk away, and return to her hotel room, satisfied with an afternoon makeout outdoor sex session. She could walk away without ever looking back, satisfied in knowing she could conquer any male she encountered on her vacation, with just a wink and a nod.

Or, she could tease her stranger, bring him to the complete edge, until he was so close to exploding she could feel his tip practically bursting, then simply pull away. She could request that he visit her later, and take her out to dinner, like a proper lady.

She could do any of this.

Yet, there was truly only one thing she wished to do. She wanted to fuck Romeo in the worst way. Here, now, in the middle of the afternoon on the veranda where they could be caught at a moment’s notice. She wanted to ride him until she came over and over on his glorious cock.

Leaning forward, she brushed her long, dark hair to the side and sucked the tip of his shaft between her lips. Swirling her tongue around his bulbous tip, she bounced her head up and down, enjoying the sheer girth that filled her mouth until she was practically gagging. Normally, she was not one to get too dramatic giving oral. She preferred to receive, or just accept a cock inside her as part of lovemaking. Jasmine wasn’t part of any normal rules. She was the vacation seductress, and Jasmine was an absolute whore when it came to giving head.

Jasmine sucked Romeo’s cock furiously, working her tongue up and down his thick member. She moved to his balls, sucking his large sac into her mouth with no hesitation, enjoying the rough texture in contrast to the smoothness of his shaft. She couldn’t get enough of him. She was dripping wet, the aching need between her legs nearly impossible to bear. His hands continued to fondle her and tease her clit. He pulled her dress down, consuming her bare breasts and swallowing her nipples with his dark, luscious lips. He pushed her back against the cushions and moved lower, tasting her with his deviant tongue. She arched her back and groaned as he feverishly licked her clit and spread her open with his long fingers. She moaned loudly as she fought to regain control. She pushed herself up and moved her head back over the top of his cock, stroking his shaft as she licked up and down his full length, and ran her tongue over his balls. He stood in front of her as her head bobbed up and down, faster and faster, mimicking the movement she soon knew would be her body on that cock.

It couldn’t come fast enough.

She pushed herself up. Peeling her dress over her head and tossing it to the side she pushed Romeo back against the couch. Straddling his thighs, she lowered her body down onto his lap. His rigid staff nearly came up to her belly button. She took hold of his cock and lowered herself down onto him. Inch by inch he penetrated her. She gasped with pleasure as he began thrusting into her, pushing his cock between her lips, spreading her open. Her mouth moved down to meet his. They kissed again, hard, full and deep. He grabbed her hips, reaching behind her and squeezing the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her body to him until they moved together as one. She cried out as they held each other tightly, fucking in the sun-filled afternoon, with not a care in the world.

Vacation sex. It was fucking perfect.

~

They changed positions. She stretched her lithe frame across the couch, his lean, dark body tucked behind hers. To anyone walking by, they might’ve been simply cuddling in the shade by the pool, except they were both completely naked, and after a moment’s glance it would become apparent they had no intention of cuddling.

He entered her from behind, pushing his cock between her slick folds and driving deep inside her. Jasmine gasped and closed her eyes. Romeo was no longer just a stranger she’d met on vacation. He was not just her lover… he was the perfect companion whom she’d had many times. He knew all there was to know about her. His hands knew the canvas of her body like only an experienced artist can know his muse. He knew just how to touch her, just how to stroke her in just the right way to make her explode. He held the key to her soul. There was no union more perfect than the one she felt right now, with him buried inside her.

She pushed the familiar sensations away.

Jasmine was here to forget, to experience something new. Romeo was not her companion. Jasmine would make certain of that.

Flipping around again she pushed herself down on all fours. She arched her back and thrust her hips back as Romeo took her from behind. Her hair blew wildly around her as his cock penetrated her, deeper and deeper with each thrust. Jasmine cried out, not caring if anyone heard her, or if anyone saw the two of them. Part of her wanted someone to come watch as she fucked her stranger, maybe even to join them. Wouldn’t it be wild? Jasmine truly had no limits.

Jasmine did, however, had needs… and she needed to come.

She rode him, bucking her hips against him as hard as she could. Faster and faster she fucked the tall, handsome man she’d just met without a care in the world. He flipped her over and she spread her legs wide, drawing him into her as deep as he could go. She sat on top of him, her naked body on full display as she bounced up and down, then returned back onto all fours. Any position she wanted. She was no longer concerned if he was going to come. She didn’t need to ask if he was going to spend the night, or if he wanted to go to breakfast the next morning. None of it mattered. All that mattered was that his delicious cock was buried in her pussy, fucking her brains out until she climaxed.

Jasmine pushed her body up and pressed her hips back against his long, thick cock. She felt his hand on her buttocks, then his finger slide inside her anus. She rocked back against him as he penetrated her with his cock and his finger.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck… that’s the spot!” she cried out. “You’re going to make me come!”

Her body exploded. She screamed as the sheer pleasure washed over her, again and again. With his cock buried in her pussy and his finger in her ass she came and came. Her life she’d left behind was completely lost in the sea of bliss that consumed her. Her troubled exes. Her nagging job. Her untidy flatmates. All of it vanished as the woman known only as Jasmine screamed in ecstasy while Romeo fucked her through an earth-shattering climax, and then another, and then one more.

Finally, Jasmine caught her breath. She shifted around and smiled up at the perfect tall dark stranger that had brought her so much pleasure. It was only fair now that she provided the same release for him. She spread her legs and arched her back and moaned beneath him as he thrust into her hard, driving her back into the cushions as his climax built. Just as he was about to explode, he pulled out, then pumped his thick cock and ejaculated a stream of warm, white fluid on her breasts. She ran her hands over his torso until his seed was completely drained from his body. She pushed herself up and they sat back and held each other, a brief moment of intimacy that even Jasmine would allow.

Shortly, they would go their separate ways. Jasmine would return to her suite, Romeo would return back from where he came. They would part as strangers… just as they planned.

In another world, in another time, maybe they could’ve been strangers who had just met, who were so consumed by desire that they had to have each other right there, right out in the open in the middle of the afternoon. Jasmine would never know. Because as deeply as she desired to perhaps meet a stranger like Romeo in a bar, or encounter him in a dark corner of a dance club and instantly have her way with him, she knew it was never to happen.

She was simply not that kind of girl.

Rachel turned to Jared, with a deep, satisfying smile on her lips.

“What do you say we go back to the room and take a shower, then get some drinks at the hotel bar?”

Jared smiled. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Rachel reached for her dress as Jared pulled his shorts back on.

“Was that everything you hoped?” he asked her.

She turned back with a smile. “Absolutely, my Romeo. I love you.”

“I love you, too, Jasmine.”

They giggled, then kissed. The same kiss as before, but so different.

They dressed quickly, now fully aware of just how crazy their little adventure had been, thankful that no one had indeed ventured out to the veranda to catch them. They walked arm in arm back to their hotel room… two strangers, two lovers, two companions.

Vacation sex is about the moment… the wanting, the desire, and the immediate gratification. Rachel and Jared dipped their toes into the fantasy they had both wanted to experience… sex with a complete stranger. It had been everything they’d hoped for. Hot, animalistic, and a newfound desire that only served to stoke their already hot fire for each other.

Still, Rachel couldn’t help but feel a little tingle as she slipped on her pair of high heels and applied her lipstick later that evening before they headed out, wondering if Jared might wish to partake in their little game once again. Romeo was a good catch… it would be a shame to let the rest of their vacation go to waste.

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Information FRANTIC FUCK
Posted by: Simon - 11-19-2025, 03:57 PM - No Replies

   


Do you know the best thing about being with a man like my fiancé?

He knows exactly what a woman wants, fulfils her sexual fantasies. He knows exactly what to say, how to act, where to touch and when to stop…or not stop.

The game of cat and mouse is his specialty.

And today, I’m the mouse.

I’m exiting my afternoon meeting when my phone alerts me to a message and I open it up.

‘Taxi is outside. Bring your umbrella.’

Taxi? I’m working, I can’t just leave. Umbrella? Why would I need a—the downpour outside makes me roll my eyes.

‘Now. I’m waiting, baby.’

He’s waiting for me when he should be working. He’s planned this and my stomach flips in anticipation. I skip work without another second of hesitation and jump in the lift.

The taxi takes me home and pulls up outside our house.

He’s waiting for me inside.

My core ripples with arousal, heat surging to settle between my legs, and my nipples ache against my bra. In an instant I want him. I want him so badly, I shoot from the taxi and to the front door. Silence greets me when I step inside and listen for him. 

The mid-afternoon sun streams through the windows of the living room as I continue to search for him. I stop, feeling the warmth on my skin that dances with my desire. I bite my bottom lip and wait.

He doesn’t keep me waiting long; two large hands cover my eyes and the length of a strong body pressed into me from behind. I gasp, drawing in a sharp breath before he turns me and backs me up to the wall with his hands in my hair. His breaths are uneven when he looks into my eyes. His body is hot through the suit I watched him put on this morning. His eyes are burning with lust that matches mine.

He crashes his mouth to mine, fusing our lips together in a kiss that is desperate and fluid, frantic yet carefree. His tongue sneaks over mine to explore my mouth with confident strokes. He rolls his hips as he bites my lip, he dips lower as he kisses my neck and his hand slips into my pants. I’m wet, so hot and desperate for his touch that sharp breaths escape my lips as his fingers find my clit and he rubs in a jagged circle.

This is it. This is what I love because my fiancé is a damn sex god, a romantic sex god.

He called me from work, summoned me because he knew his charm would work because he was horny and he wanted me…and he wouldn’t wait.

He kisses me with a ferocity that makes me gasp. His fingers fuck me with the confidence that always makes me moan and pray for more while hoping it will last forever. Easing me back to lay on the sofa, he keeps me on edge by cupping my pussy and stroking with the tenacity that roars through him and makes the outline of his hard cock visible beneath his suit trousers.

He lays me down and I part my legs. He strokes and fuses his lips to mine, swallowing the moan that escapes when his fingertip catches my clit. My trousers are next, keeping my ankles locked together, legs wide before his head dives between them.

Christ, his mouth is as incredible as the rest of him.

He laps and sucks at my swollen lips, his tongue making leisurely circles over my clit as he hums against my sensitive flesh and makes my legs quiver.

I can’t breathe. I can’t draw a deep enough breath to clear the euphoria his mouth creates.

His tongue swirls and circles, flicks and sucks, strokes and plunges and…

I sit up, denying myself the pleasure my mind and body crave, delay our release a little longer to push him to his feet and reach for his belt. He undoes his shirt. I free him from the restraints of his trousers, taking him in my hand, needing him in my mouth…

Looking up at him, I extend my tongue and take my first taste of his glorious cock. He’s smooth and rigid, tastes of his favourite body wash and the salt from his flesh.

I suck and lick. He sighs and groans. I stroke his long length and cup his balls. He pulls off his shirt and slips his hand into my hair.

I need him trembling for me. I need him panting and wild and frenzied.

We should be at work. We should be buried in piles of paperwork.

Instead, we’re at home, immersed in our desire for each other and I want him to be buried inside me, giving us what we both need.

He flexes against my tongue and nudges further into my mouth. I kiss and suck and keep my eyes on his as I take him.

I gasp when he steps back and takes hold of me, turning me around onto my hands and knees and preparing me for the main event. I love the way he plays with me.

I love the way his hands squeeze my ass as he takes one leisurely lick and makes me mewl.

I love the way he breathes against my flesh, heating me from the inside out.

I love the way he loves me and his way of showing it is to command my body.

No words are spoken; they aren’t needed and there isn’t time.

He knows I want him. He knows I’m ready to take him and embrace him and fuck him the way we both need.

I know he’s preparing to give me everything he has. I know he’s tense and trembling and impatient.

He’s buried between my legs, fucking me with that sweet tongue that whispered beautiful things in my ear last night.

And then he’s inside me, and my breath is no longer in my possession.

It escapes in a rush and refuses to return when he eases every perfect inch into me and fills me to the hilt. With his hands on my hips he thrusts in and out. One hand gives me a gentle smack and I gasp. Then I moan. Then I close my eyes and focus on the feel of him.

I push back, trying to take a breath.

He shunts me forward with powerful hips and a hard thrust. My breasts bounce from my bra, desperate to be free to bask in the sensitivity he creates.

The wet collision of flesh, the sound of heavy breaths and the creaking of the sofa are the only sounds that accompany us and lend anticipation to the rush. Is he watching his cock slide in and out? Is he watching my skin redden with a warm flush? Is he watching how wet I am? How I coat him with slick heat as he sheaths himself inside me?

My body begins to tighten when he strokes the spot deep inside me. My stomach quivers and my legs tremble in an uneven rhythm. Arching my back I grip the sofa and look back over my shoulder.

Me. He’s watching me. When I lick my lips and keep my gaze fixed on his, he squeezes me a little harder, drives into me a little slower and a thousand times more intensely.

In a quick move, he flips us over, lays on the sofa and pulls me to straddle him. The way he looks at me almost splits me in two as I lower myself onto him and throw my head back with a moan.

He knows how I like it—like this when I control how deep he goes, how fast I allow him to fuck me, and I get to watch his beautiful face contort with pleasure and control. He watches with a sedate smile, unbuttoning my blouse as I ride him until he’s as deep as possible, filling me completely and meeting my thrusts to give me the friction I need to get off.

My blood heats as the cool air licks my chest. My heart pounds as he pinches my nipples through the lace. My pussy clenches around him as he drives into me and keeps his eyes on mine. I kiss him. I kiss him with so much hunger and love—hunger to come, to detonate around him as quickly as he plunges into me. Love for him because he knows what I need and he’ll serve me my pleasure before taking his own. Our tongues dance and dual. Our breaths escape in fast huffs and collide to fill the room with harsh moans and sighs of primitive lust.

But my lover is not as selfless as he seems.

I like to look into his eyes while he fucks me.

He likes it from behind.

He nods, giving me instruction although refusing to break this silent moment with words that are of no use here. We know each other. We read each other. We want the same things.

I allow him to manoeuvre me, shift me on top of him so I’m facing away and he takes all of my weight. With my hair tickling his chest and my body quivering around him, on the edge of the cliff and ready to take flight, he holds onto my waist and drives up into me. His hand reaches around to seek out my clit and he strokes wildly as I moan and groan and buck on top of him. I hastily tear at my bra and pull it off. I need to feel everything and my pebbled nipples absorb the electric atmosphere around us and ache to feel the release.

I want to come—I need to come, but the exertion becomes too much and the battle to hold my own weight wins over my body’s need to let go. He flips us over again, commanding my body like he has since we first became one, and lays me next to him to keep me on the edge.

I fall.

I allow my body to finally succumb to the intoxicating pleasure and the tremors ripple through my body as I clamp tightly around him and let my eyes roll closed. My clit throbs in celebration and need for more. My walls tighten around him, drawing his orgasm closer and asking him for another.

They’re not unrealistic demands.

My body knows his. I know what he’s capable of. I know what he can do.

He holds me still, driving in and out, stealing a moan from me every time his balls collide with my body. Taking hold of my wrist, he guides my hand to my pussy, encouraging me to stroke myself. I oblige, rubbing furiously as the need to come again creeps up on me.

Hooking one of my legs over his shoulder, he turns me. Once again our eyes connect and it’s enough to tip me over into a gentler yet intense orgasm, as my release ripples around him and he slows his pace.

Leaning over me, he begins his own race and I take my bottom lip between my teeth, keep my eyes on him to encourage him to let go, and I let him use my body to extract his own satisfaction. He thrusts in and out. He groans and takes shallow breaths. His fingers flex on my skin and perspiration lines his top lip. He becomes a god all over again, but not of the corporate world; he becomes a god of passion—a man lost in his own desire.

I love him for it.

When we arrived at the apartment we were dressed for work. We were in the 9-5 frame of mind we need to get us through each day and to each weekend.

Now we are primitive. We are frantic and frenzied and lustful. We are naked and perspiring and wet. We are trembling and exhausted and aching.

But still we want each other.

I still circle my clit as he finds a pace that will get him off.

He still touches me like he can’t get enough, while I look at him and smile like I can’t, either.

He’s still hard, still strong, still the alpha male I fell in love with.

It still makes me moan when he stills, his cocked jerks inside me, and he comes.

It still makes me sigh when he fills me up and takes himself in a firm grasp to give me every drop.

THE END

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