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Information ZEST FOR LIFE
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:48 PM - No Replies

   



My whole life, Ricardo Torres had been the boy next door. Only now he was the man next door.

I’d been away, studying in Madrid, but now I was back. Our families hadn’t always seen eye-to-eye and I knew, in part at least, that it was because my parents hadn’t been comfortable with knowing Ricardo was living on the next plot down from ours. The three-year age difference hadn’t been a problem when we’d both been children. Eight-year-old Ricardo had been tolerant of five-year-old me following him around. It wasn’t until later, when we became teens and young adults, that our families stepped in. Maybe they could already see what we couldn’t—that this childhood friendship had the potential to become so much more.

They hadn’t been wrong.

Ricky had waited until I’d turned eighteen before he did anything. It had killed me to see him fending off the advances of other girls in the area. He’d never been rude or dismissive of them, always letting them down gently, but even knowing there was a possibility he’d decide he liked one of those girls more had twisted me up inside. They’d seemed so grown up to me—mature women of twenty, when I’d been filled with all the frustrations of being seventeen and still living under my Papa’s roof. But the day I’d turned eighteen, Ricky had confessed how he felt about me, and I him, and we’d never looked back.

We were going to run away together, to Madrid. We’d rent a tiny apartment above a market square, and I would study, and he’d work in a bar, our nights were to be filled with lustful romantic sex. Then tragedy had fallen. His parents had died in a car crash abroad, and Ricardo had to step in to manage the orchard.

He’d insisted I go to Madrid, and continue to live our dream, even when he couldn’t.

But the only thing the last semester at university had taught me was that without Ricky there was no joy in my life.  I couldn’t keep pretending this new existence in the city, surrounded by strangers, was what I wanted. I wanted to be with him, to live our lives in the sunshine, surrounded by orange trees. And maybe, one day, when the time was right, we’d hear the laughter of our children as they played around those same orchards.

I stood in front of the mirror, admiring the all-over tan I’d been cultivating that summer. I slipped on a pair of white panties, loving how they highlighted the golden colour of my skin. I pursed my lips, contemplating a bra, but deciding to go without. The dress I intended on wearing was long and almost demure, but it could be slipped right off. The idea of the contrast between the dress and my breasts naked beneath stirred desire in a low hum in my core. It had been too long. I doubted we’d even make it into the house before we tore off each other’s clothes. 

I pouted at myself in the mirror and lifted my hands to my breasts, leaning forward slightly and pushing them together. I gave myself a cheeky wink and laughed. I definitely wasn’t a little girl anymore.

Picking up the dress I’d chosen, I pulled it over my head. I slid my arms into the sleeves and settled the material around my shoulders. It sat low, making the most of my lack of a bra, but the long sleeves and skirt covered the rest of my body. I liked the idea of teasing Ricardo, giving him a glimpse of skin while keeping the remainder of me covered.

Not that it would stay that way for long.

I was dizzy with the anticipation of seeing him, my heart fluttering against my ribcage like a butterfly trapped inside a window. He was so close, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. I slipped from my room and hurried out of the villa, hoping my parents didn’t notice I was leaving and demand to know where I was going. Some day soon, we’d have to tell them the whole truth—that this wasn’t just some childhood crush—but for the moment, all I wanted was to be with him.

Clutching my handbag to my shoulder, I hurried down the dusty track, toward the orchard with the high stone walls.

Filled with heady excitement, I knocked at the solid wooden gate.

It opened almost immediately, as though he’d been waiting there for me.

“Cherry. At last. I’ve missed you so much.”

Ricky yanked me inside.

It was good to see him, too. The sun had tanned his skin and lightened his jaw-length brown hair, so it was filled with natural highlights. His blue shirt was rolled up at the sleeves, exposing forearms that were lean and ridged with muscle.

Behind him, the orchards, heavy with fruit, stretched out toward the huge white villa that had been his family home but was now his, alone.

He held something in his hand.

“What do you have there?” I asked, reaching for it.

He lifted his hand to show me the orange I assumed he must have picked as he’d walked down to path to open the gate for me. He broke it open, tearing the skin and exposing the flesh.

“Here, taste this,” he said, pressing the orange to my mouth.

I parted my lips and sank my teeth into the sweet fruit, so juice ran down my chin.

I giggled and pushed him away, wiping my chin with the back of my hand.

“Isn’t it the sweetest thing you’ve ever had in your mouth?” he asked, staring into my eyes.

I reached down and covered the front of his pants with my palm, finding a pleasingly hard ridge there.

“Maybe not the sweetest thing,” I teased, a smirk playing on my lips.

I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and he swiped my bottom in a playful tap.

“Naughty girl,” he admonished, though I knew he didn’t mean it.

“Just how you like it.”

That fire was in his eyes and my breath caught. He threw the bitten orange to one side and reached for me, his hands cupping my face, capturing my lips with his. He used his size and strength to back me up against the gate I’d just walked through and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I touched it with mine.

Arousal blazed through me and I sank against him, loving the feel of his body—strong and hard from all the physical work—pressed to mine. God, I’d missed this man so much. His lips feathered across my jaw and I tilted my head back, exposing my throat.

Pushing my dress from my shoulders with his other hand, he dragged down the front, exposing my tits to the warm Spanish sun and his heated gaze.

“I love it when you don’t wear a bra,” he murmured against my skin.

I smiled a cat-got-the-cream smile. “I know.”

He kissed my neck, the sensitive skin rising in goosebumps with every lick and nibble. He palmed my breast and pinched my already hardened nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The pinch was just the right amount of pleasure and pain and I gasped, my arousal ratcheting up another notch. Ricky had always known exactly how to work my body—even better than I did myself.

“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” he growled. “Did I ever tell you that?”

“Only every time you get me naked,” I laughed.

“That clearly isn’t often enough.”

As our kisses deepened, Ricardo reached for my long skirts, dragging up the front, and then delving his hand beneath them. His fingers brushed the front of my panties and I groaned and rocked my hips against his hand. I’d pictured this moment every time I’d masturbated back in Madrid, my body yearning for his touch in a way I’d never experienced before. It was as though my body craved him independently of my heart or soul—though all of me had grown desperate for his presence during our separation.

The walls surrounding the property were tall enough to keep out the peeping eyes of any of the neighbours, though I doubt they would do much for the noises I was sure we’d soon be making. I crushed my breasts to his chest, gripping his shoulders with my fingers, smooth muscles beneath soft cotton.

He pushed my panties to one side, his index finger sliding between my folds, opening me up to him. He’d already found me wet and wanting, and he pushed one digit inside me, fingering me a couple of times, before adding a second. I stretched around him and ground my hips down on him, loving how he felt.

“Your pussy is as juicy as one of my oranges,” he growled.

“Juicy and sweet,” I murmured. “You should taste it.”

I was heady with pleasure, lost in the sensation of his mouth claiming mine. My inner muscles clamped around his fingers and a fresh gush of wetness readied my body for him.

He ducked his head to my breast and sucked my nipple into his mouth. His teeth grated across the sensitive peak and I arched my back, pressing myself into him, wanting more. I’d let him devour me whole if I could. His fingers continued to work me, curling to find that sensitive spot on the inside of my walls. My breathing grew faster, and I knotted my fingers in his hair while he feasted on my tit.

“Oh, God. Fuck… yes.”

My climax was close, and I reached for it. The muscles in my belly and thighs tensed. His thumb found my clit, applying pressure with short, fast circles, and I unravelled around him. My body shook and shuddered as my orgasm rolled through me. I clung to his shoulders, my face buried against his neck, light-headed and gasping for breath.

But he wasn’t done with me, and I certainly wasn’t done with him. When I’d caught my breath and come back down to Earth, I dropped to my knees, wanting to taste him.

Ricky let out a groan. “Ah, fuck. You know how much I love your mouth around my dick.”

I smiled up at him as I fisted the base of his cock, holding him steady. I kept my gaze locked on his and parted my lips, slipping out my tongue to lap at his tip. He let out a groan, his head falling back against the gate, but only for a moment as he wanted to watch me.

I circled the head with my tongue and then covered him with my mouth. The musky scent of him, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating my palette. It did crazy things to me and my pussy pulsed, flooding me with liquid. Oh God, my panties were soaked.

Enclosing him between my lips, I sank down, taking him as deep as I could. He hit the back of my throat and I suppressed my gag reflex, staying down.

I pulled back off him again to focus on the tip, maintaining eye contact the entire time. I tightened my fingers around his root, holding him while I worked him into a frenzy.

“I’m going to shoot my load down the back of your throat if you’re not careful.” He groaned his warning to me.

I was more than happy to swallow down every salty drop of him but that would have to wait for later. We’d been apart for so long, I wanted to have him inside me when he reached his peak, to feel him giving himself to me fully.

I let him slip from between my lips and he pulled me back to my feet.

He turned me around and yanked my skirt up over my ass. He delivered a quick sharp spank to my cheek, sending a pulse of pleasure and pain through my body. I tilted at the waist and he bent at the knees slightly to bring us level. The head of his cock pressed against my sopping wet slit, and it only took a nudge of his hips for him to penetrate me.

“Oh, God. That feels so good,” I gasped.

“You’re so tight and hot, and wet.” He kissed my shoulder, his hands moving around me to cup my breasts again. He’d pulled the front of my dress right down, and I loved the feel of the sunshine and the warm air against my naked skin. I felt so wanton and exposed, fucking out here in the open.

The hard length of him pushed deep, stretching me open. I placed my hand against the gate, palm flat, bracing myself. I pushed my ass out towards him, wanting to take every inch of him deep. He thrust, slowly at first, but building faster, until the whole orchard was filled with the sounds of our gasps and groans, our flesh slapping together. His mouth was against my ear, his teeth nibbling my lobe, his breath hot and heavy against my skin.

We pulled apart, both of us instinctively knowing we wanted this to last. I rolled my panties the rest of the way down my legs and kicked the tiny slip of material away. Ricky undid his chinos fully and pulled them partway down his thighs. He dropped to the ground, his back up against the gate. His thick cock jutted out invitingly.

“Come here, beautiful. I want you to ride me.”

He pulled me down onto his lap. I knew how much he loved to look at my ass, how much seeing his cock sliding in and out of my pussy turned him on. I twisted around so I was facing away from him and dragged the skirts of my dress up around my hips to give him the best view. In that position, my hands were free, and so I slipped my fingers between my thighs to rub my clit. Being able to see his perfect cock breach my pussy turned me on so much. I loved how I stretched around him, and how I could see every ridge and vein vanish inside me with every thrust.

I slid up and down on his dick, his hands on my ass, as I strummed my clit. My second orgasm—and most likely not my last of the afternoon—was building again. He urged me on, using his grip on my hips and ass to lift me up and then slam me back onto him. One of his hands left my backside to move around my body and palm one of my breasts, his fingers working my nipple.

Frustrated by my dress, I yanked it off my arms, exposing my tits and shoulders completely. Ricky seemed more than happy to help, clearly wanting me with as little clothing as possible. Our passion built, the sounds of our gasps and moans spinning through the orchard’s treetops. We kissed again, and, with my thighs burning, I leaned back into him, allowing him to take some of the strain. He replaced my hand with his own, rubbing my sensitive, swollen clit with just the right amount of speed and pressure, working my body even better than I knew myself.

I was close, so close, but I wanted him to take control fully again. I pulled myself off him, hating the feeling of emptiness after having him inside me, but knowing it wouldn’t last for long.

I reached down to him and pulled him to his feet.

“I want you to fuck me hard.”

His lips were swollen from kissing, his gaze heavy with lust. “I’ll give you anything you want.”

He spun me around and shoved me back up against the gate. There was a crash at the force of his movement, and I yanked my dress up over my ass. He spread my cheeks and I bent slightly at the waist, pushing my sopping wet pussy out towards him. His cock met my entrance and there was no resistance as he thrust back inside me. I used the gate to brace myself as he fucked me hard, our flesh slapping together. His lips pressed against the bare skin of my back, both of us damp with sweat beneath the hot sun. The gate banged each time he slammed into me, and I had the fleeting thought that perhaps the sound would travel to my parents’ place. I didn’t even care.

Our movements grew faster, our gasps and groans louder. My core tightened and I hovered on the edge, a part of me desperate to spill over into ecstasy, while the other part never wanted this feeling to end.

“Ah, fuck,” Ricky groaned in my ear. “I’m coming.”

Bliss claimed me, starting at my core and spreading out through my entire body, across every inch of skin, right to the very end of my limbs. The world receded and spun, and as I squeezed my eyes shut, stars burst across the darkness. I clutched to him, certain my legs would give way and I’d fall to the ground, but he was so strong, I knew he’d never let me fall.

We held each other, both of us waiting for our racing hearts to slow, and our breathing to return to normal.

Ricky held me tight. “God, Cherry. I’ve missed you so much.”

I twisted in his arms and kissed him. “I’ve missed you, too. I can’t go back to Madrid. I don’t want to exist in a world where you’re not there.”

“So, stay,” he said, staring into my eyes. “Stay with me, and we’ll spend every day making love in the orchard.”

“What about my parents?”

He brushed a damp strand of my hair away with his finger. “Let me talk to them. You’re a grown woman and I’m a man with a business and a home. They’ll come around quickly enough.”

I bit my lower lip, fresh nerves dancing around my stomach, but then I nodded.

“So, you’ll stay?” he asked, ducking his head to look into my face.

I smiled back, my heart bursting with happiness. “I’ll stay.”

The End

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Information LOVING SIDE
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:46 PM - No Replies

   



The day had been long for Silvia. A delayed flight from Zurich then a half-day at her London office that felt more like a week. Problem after problem had been slung at her, and by the time the sun had sunk in the west, she felt like a warrior who’d been to battle.

Which wouldn’t have been so bad if George was going to be at home when she got there. But her lover and best friend was also away on business. They’d been like ships passing in the night for too long.

So it was with weary bones and a sense of something missing that she took a long hot shower, ate a microwavable lasagne for one, then tucked herself into bed with a romantic porn story. Her book about a passionate affair between a devilish rake and a maid who would do anything for him hadn’t kept her attention for long. She wanted the real thing, not a sexual fantasy. So turned off the light and settled down. George was due back the next day so the sooner she went to sleep the sooner it would be tomorrow.

Her thoughts soon fractured and turned to dreams. George was the star of them as always. He was so handsome, so tender and caring, and when she was with him she felt complete—when his big cock was deep inside her she felt things she couldn’t describe. They were like yin and yang, night and day, the perfect accompaniment to each other. Her life would be empty without him.

Her dream got hotter. George gloriously naked and rock hard. Her with her legs spread, wet pussy bared and welcoming him. A greed sat deep in her belly, a hunger that could only be satisfied by her man. It clawed at her, insistent and demanding. Made her feel desperate for his touch even in slumber.

George let himself into the quiet, dark apartment and silently set down his travel bag and placed his keys on the hallway table. He’d had a long day, made more stressful by racing to catch the last flight back from Dublin. His meeting the next day had been cancelled so there was no need to spend another night in Ireland—another night away from Silvia, the love of his life.

As soon as he’d found out his customer couldn’t make it, he’d drawn up the flight schedule on his phone. If he wrapped up the rest of his business at the Dublin office quickly, he could make the last flight to London.

Just the thought of an unexpected night with his beautiful lover had his heart racing and his cock hardening. It had been a week since they’d been together. The longest week of his life, or so it seemed. And if he could cut that short, if only by a few hours, he would damn well make it happen.

And he had. Now he stood amongst the discarded romantic porn story, and lingering herby tang of lasagne in their darkened apartment. He guessed she was in bed, asleep most likely as it was gone midnight.

Something brushed his leg and he looked down. 

“Hey Felix.” He stroked the cat’s fluffy head. “You pleased I’m home?”

The grey cat meowed and looked up at him with big blue eyes.

“Shh, I’m going to surprise her.” He grinned and toed off his shoes. “Don’t let the secret out.”

After checking Felix had catty biscuits in his bowl, he went into the bathroom and shut the door. The water was hot and soothing on his aching airplane muscles, and he sighed in bliss as it soaked down his back. A quick dry and brush of his teeth and he turned off the light and stepped back into the silent apartment with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Once in the bedroom, he paused and felt his heart squeeze. She was so beautiful in sleep—unguarded, relaxed, and at ease with the world. Her dark hair was spread on the pillow and her sexy curves were revealed in outline by the white duvet.

He smiled and crawled onto the bed, set his lips on her bare shoulder in a lingering kiss.

She stirred, a sweet little murmur.

“Hey baby. I’m home.”

Her eyes fluttered open. For a moment surprise crossed them, confusion perhaps, then she smiled and he saw the same love he felt reflected back at him.

“I missed you so much,” he said. “I couldn’t stand it another minute so I quit my job and hitchhiked back to London.”

“You didn’t?”

“No, tomorrow’s meeting was cancelled.”

She giggled and turned onto her back, cupped his cheeks. “Are you real? I was just dreaming of you.”

“Hell, yeah. I’m real. What were you dreaming?”

She pressed her lips together, flashes of her romantic porn story mixed with George coming to mind.

“Tell me.” He laughed.

“Okay, you were just about to go down on me. Lick my pussy and make me come with your mouth.”

“Ah, that. Well you see.” He kissed her then moved down her body. “That dream is about to come true.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Hell yeah.” His mouth watered to taste her. He ached to feel and hear her come. Moving the duvet out of his way, he settled between her legs, the heat of her flesh, the sleep warm bed, and the scent of her arousal, hardened his cock.

Silvia’s heart was overflowing and her body tingling. George was really here. She would have been convinced it was a dream if he hadn’t spoken, if he wasn’t right now moving the duvet and wafting cool air around her legs and pussy.

Sighing, she relaxed back into the pillow and stretched her arms over her head. George was a damn expert at giving her oral sex and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

“You don’t need these,” he said, shoving the covers away completely and hooking his fingers into the delicate waistband of her lacy white panties.

Lifting her hips, she watched as he removed them and tossed them aside. Her brain was still catching up with her body. He was really here, not in Ireland, but here, in their bed.

“Stay still, don’t move,” he said, discarding the towel that had sat around his hips and allowing his thick cock to spring free.
He ducked down, slotting his face between her thighs.

“Oh God,” she gasped, dropping her head back to the pillow and digging her heels into the mattress.

He’d set his mouth over her clit and was tonguing it with fast little flicks. At the same time he’d pushed two fingers deep into her wet pussy. It was clear he wasn’t messing about. George wanted to fuck. He wanted her to come from his pussy licking. He’d likely been thinking about it for the entire trip back from Ireland. Planning this. Every moment of it.

And she wasn’t complaining.

He was relentless, sucking and kissing and pushing her to the edge. Building up the pressure in her pelvis only to back off and leave her gasping for more.

With his free hand he reached up and squeezed her breasts, sending new erotic sensations shooting around her body. “Oh… yes… please…” she cried, the need to reach climax and release almost too much to bear now. “I want to come.”

She gripped his shoulder with one hand, the pillow with the other. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah.” All her muscles were tight. She was ready to fly.

And she did. He launched her into a series of blissful spasms, her legs twitching, white-hot fingers of pleasure bursting around her body. It was a fast and furious climax that had groans of satisfaction rumbling from her chest.

“Fuck yeah,” he said when she opened her eyes. “So fucking sexy.” He reared up, erection at the ready, and looped her legs over his shoulders.

Still squirming in bliss she watched as he aimed his cock tip at her sodden entrance then slowly eased in. It was as if he were savouring every millimetre of her tight heat. Bliss washed over his expression, his eyes were closed, his mouth parted as he breathed hard. His abs were taut as a row of bricks.

George stared down at Silvia. Her skin was flushed from her orgasm, her eyes wide and her nipples hard. God he loved her like this.

He rocked his hips, sinking deep into her wet warmth then half withdrawing. She fluttered around him, her pussy still being blasted with aftershocks. Oh, how he enjoyed her coming on his mouth, tasting her release, and hearing her cries of pleasure without any distraction of his own.

Silvia reached for his chest, running her dainty hands over his wide pecs.

His need for her was intense but he didn’t want it over too soon. So after a few strokes he pulled out. “Turn on to your side.” He’d have more control like that.

She did as instructed and he admired the sweet pale orbs of her ass. Sometimes he spanked her and created a red outline of his handprint. She liked it, or so she said, and so did he.

Offering her pussy to him, she arched her back. His cock slid deep, the different angle making her groan in a deep guttural way. Encouraged he set up a fast urgent rhythm, he wanted her to come again. She deserved two orgasms—hell she deserved the whole night to be one long orgasm.

He clasped her left breast, the perfect handful, and thrust over and over. Damn she felt good. “Work your clit,” he whispered by her ear. “Come again.”

She slid her hand lower and fretted herself. He fucked her slow, dragging out long low groans from her.

It was nearly George’s undoing, he loved seeing Silvia touch herself, she was so uninhibited and that was so damn sexy.

When she started panting for more he gave it, plundering into her taut pussy. She was coming again. He could feel it starting. The point of no return had been reached. And then she cried out, her pussy spasming around his length as she jerked through the bliss.

“Fuck,” he murmured, withdrawing so he didn’t come too. “Ride me baby.”

He flipped to his back, cock engorged and shiny. He hoped he’d have enough stamina to see her come a third time.

Silvia didn’t need asking twice, she straddled him with her pussy kissing his cock tip and her beautiful breasts, calling out to him to touch and hold.

Then she sank low, encasing his cock in her wet grip.

He clasped her ass and encouraged her into a fast pace. This was one of her favourite positions, she would come again, he was sure of it.

Especially if he used his secret weapon.

He stroked her lips then pushed his fingers into her mouth, coating them with her saliva. Then reaching forward, bringing them chest to chest, he slipped between her buttocks and found her asshole.

Her needy whimper coiled hotly into his ear as he breached her hole. Her tight ring of muscle clamping around two of his fingers.

“Come again,” he said.

“Oh…oh…yes…”

She gyrated her hips, taking everything he was giving her. Her body was alive, on fire, satisfaction the only goal.

It was hard for him not to come holding and feeling her like this. But he managed as she wailed through a deep dark orgasm. Bucking and writhing in his hold. Crying out unholy praises to the Lord.

How did he get so lucky?

Silvia adored it when George played with her asshole, and although she didn’t think she’d come again, or at least not so soon, the moment he’d invaded her there, the orgasm had bloomed, then grown bigger, and when it came it had threatened to steal her breath completely. Bright lights flashed and time seemed to stand still.

“Oh…George, fuck…”

He suckled on her breasts as she clung to him, riding through the last spasms. She felt high, as if she’d taken something illicit.
He withdrew from her ass.

“I’m gonna come now,” he said gruffly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes flashing.

“Yes. Yes.”

He clamped her to him then the full force of his male muscle was unleashed. He rode his cock into her, pushing and pulling her onto it. Grim determination had set his features.

“God, I love this,” she gasped, staring at him.

“Oh that’s it. Yes. Baby.” His fingers tightened on her ass cheeks. The tendons in his neck strained.

He released into her, his cock throbbing. Another blissful orgasm, smaller, sharp, blasted from her G-spot. His solid unrelenting cock creating deep satisfaction inside her.

With her heart racing she held him tight as he groaned through his release. Having her big strong man need her so much, allow himself to be vulnerable as he came, made her love him all the more.

She stroked his hair, kissed his head, and did a post-orgasmic dance with her hips that had him moaning in pleasure. “I’m not the only one who is going to come multiple times,” she said.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrows. He was breathing hard.

“Yeah, really.” She slid from him and spread her legs, fingered herself. “You like this?”

“Hell yeah.” His eyes widened.

“So get hard again.”

Though to be honest he’d barely deflated. His cock was still swollen and erect and jutting from his pubic hair.

“Doesn’t take long for me to get hard again when you’re around,” he said, gripping his shaft.

For a few moments they touched themselves, watched the other touching. It was hot and erotic and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

But then the lure of George’s once again fully hard cock was too much for Silvia. This stolen night was hers for the taking and she was damn well going to take it by both hands.

She curled her fingers around his wet shaft and worked his thickly domed head in rapid movements just the way he liked.

The way he surrendered to her attentions was a turn on in itself. He lay back, eyes closed, teeth gritted and let her play with him. Soon she added her mouth, licking and fretting and taking him onto the soft curl of her tongue.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah,” he moaned. “Put it deep into your mouth.”

She obliged, holding him firm and swallowing him until he hit her throat. She tasted a drip of pre-cum and felt a small fizz of satisfaction that she could turn her man on again so absolutely and so quickly.

After a few minutes she pulled him from her mouth and reached up to kiss him. Then she snuggled between his legs and played with his testicles, licking and sucking them into her mouth.

He watched her as though committing the scene to memory to bring it out again later, when alone, and relive the moment.

“Turn over,” he said gruffly. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

George looked at Silvia’s long lean back and her ripe ass cheeks. His was getting ready to come again, his cock almost painfully hard. And he knew she liked this angle, he could hit her deep inside, drive over the place that made her quiver and mewl for more.

Entering her in one swift move, he watched the pillow crumple as she clenched it in her fists. Oh yeah, he’d hit the spot. Now to make her come again.

He pistoned and thrust knowing he had a little more stamina now meant he didn’t hold back. He full on fucked as though his life depended on it. And Silvia took it all, wailing and arching her back, her pussy gripping him like a noose.

“Come,” he demanded, feeling her close. “Come.” He grasped her ass cheeks and squeezed, hard.

The erotic pain had her crying out his name as she climaxed, throwing her head back and pushing onto him.

He bent forward, kissed her neck, covered her with his body and struggled to figure out where he ended and she began. “I think that might be a record.”

She reached behind and stroked his hair, moaning, still lost to her climax.

Quickly he flipped her over and re-entered her. He could extend this. With determination he slammed back into her, riding her clit hard.

She gaped up at him, her pupils deep pools.

“Keep coming,” he said.

He hadn’t really had to command her. It was clear she was riding another arc of pleasure. He ballooned with male pride. His woman couldn’t be any more responsive or any more satisfied.

She wailed and came again.

The neighbours would be complaining soon.

Not that he cared. On and on he fucked.

And when he was sure she’d finished he ducked and kissed her.

“Your turn,” she whispered breathlessly.

George wasn’t going to argue. He pulled out and instantly she gripped his cock, worked him at the same furious pace he’d been fucking her. A pearly drip of semen soon appeared on his slit. He was breathing hard, his heart clattering against his rib cage. His testicles tightened, all of his muscles had turned to stone.

“Fuck yes.” Seeing her elegant fingers on his dark, hard flesh was such a turn on.

Rocking in time with her movements, he moaned her name. He was there, his orgasm within reach. And he was going to let it ride, there would be no holding back.

“Taste me, baby,” he said, moving so she could take him into her mouth. “Taste my cum.”

She fastened her damp lips around him and he clutched the headboard.

“Ah yes. Like that.”

After a few moments she allowed him to slip from her mouth and took him in her hand. He was about to complain but when she gripped him hard and pumped with such a determined glint in her eye he relented.

It was time to give in.

His groan was strangled as the first shot of cum released. It hit the upholstered headboard, a white basting of thick drips. The second shot landed on her chest. The bliss of release had his body riding high, his brain emptying of all thoughts. Only Silvia existed and the things she did to him. The way she made him feel.

She reached up and cupped his face, then ran her hand down his chest to his abdomen. Tracing the dents and rises of his body as he shivered through his pleasure.

“I’m so glad you came home a day early,” she said, using her free hand to spread his semen over her breasts.

“Maybe I didn’t. Perhaps you’re dreaming.” He was still breathless.

“The dream could ever be as good as reality, not where you’re concerned.”

He tipped forward and kissed her. “I do love you, you know.”

“And I love you.”

The End.

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Information UNDERCOVER
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:45 PM - No Replies

   



“A romantic night in,” you say. “Just you and me,” you say. “Like it was when we first met.” You lay your hand on my arm. “You know, after we left the party.”

“Sounds good.”

Inside I laugh. That party…

Friday night. A hundred people; dancing and drinking, chatting, milling around. Music. Noise. Chaos.

My gaze met yours across the floor and there was only You.

And Me.

Your dancing eyes. Full of Life. Intelligence. You. Checking me out.

Making my cock sit up and beg.

And your smile.

Your wonderful, bright, white, inviting smile.

We left the madding crowd behind us.

And we discovered each other.

You came to my bed, bringing that smile with you and didn’t leave until the Monday alarm clock told we both had to return to ‘real life’.

Work. People. Responsibilities. Things to do. Bills to pay.

Which life is real?

Was it only a month ago?

It feels like forever.

And it feels like yesterday.

We were a lust-driven couple fucking.

Still are.

I know what you mean by a romantic night in – romantic sex. And my pants tighten. Leaning in over you, I stoop to brush my lips over yours and to thread my fingers into your hair.

So close as this, your fragrance leaves me; that perfume you wear, scented of sandalwood and green tea which, somehow, makes you smell more like you.

I inhale, taking in the first bloom of your arousal; your musk, the aroma that makes my cock want to dance. And right on cue my shaft stiffens and swells… 

For you.

You flash those beautiful eyes at me and your smile; that dazzling only-for-me smile of yours. The one that lights your face, lights your eyes…

Lights my day.

“Red wine or white?” I ask. “Chinese or pizza?”

The wine is perfect; deep and heady, the ruby tinting your lips as you sip. As you sit, cross-legged on the carpet in your jeans and tee-shirt, glass in hand, you watch me over the top, lips quirking.

“What’s funny?” I ask.

“Not funny. Just thinking.”

“What about?”

“Truth or dare?”

“What? Again? You squealed with the last one.”

“Yeah… But you like the belly ring don’t you.”

“I do. So what—” The buzzer interrupts me. “I’ll get it,” I say, change jingling in my pocket to pay the pizza boy. But when I come back, the box steaming oregano and garlic, you’re there, waiting.

The duvet is laid out over the carpet; it makes a pale frame for you; for your gorgeous naked body, for your long, dark hair, fanned over the creamy linen, and for your eyes, which linger and hold mine.

Your gaze drops to the pizza box, then shifts to the ridge in my trousers.

“Ditch the pizza.” You grin.

Abso-fuckin-lutely.

Then you stretch; your waist taut and flat, a glint from the belly-ring as you writhe and arch.

You did that for me.

Your knees a little open, tilting your hips, you curve your arms over your head as you offer yourself. Your mouth opens and you suck at your lips. I don’t think it’s deliberate, not fake or forced, but your tongue swipes over the skin, moisture gleaming.

Your tongue… Lapping over my shaft, caressing the delicate skin of my cockhead.

I kick off my shoes, unbelt, unzip, shrug off my pants and your eyes drop to my erection, twitching upright, pulsing for you, itching to bury itself inside you.

Another dare?

What would you look like blindfolded?

Just a shimmer of black satin binding your eyes…

Would you be afraid if I asked?

I don’t want to scare you…

Quivering with your heartbeat, your breasts rise and fall as your breathing accelerates; soft, rose-tipped by your hardening nipples, a temptation to my mouth.

“Open up,” I command. But I keep my words soft.

You, kneeling for me as I stand over you, looking down.

Your hands bound behind you with a cord in black silk

Or red perhaps…

You part your knees, displaying pale thighs and your pink and lovely pussy. Moisture shines at the seam, a fine trickle inviting me closer.

I drop to my knees, pressing my palms to your thighs, easing myself in to fasten my mouth over you. I slide my tongue between your swelling lips and probe, winding inside you, swiping against that inner muscle.

Mewling softly, you undulate under me. Your hips rise, straining and curving to meet me as I lick and lap and tongue-fuck you.

Looking down towards your upturned face, part-hidden under ebony satin and beyond.

Through the valley of your breasts, heavy and warm, swaying as you breathe, to the smooth curve of your belly and the parting of your thighs…

I love your taste; the briny-lemony tang of your arousal; the growing flow that says you want me. As I suck away your honey, your sex heats and swells, your pussy opening and unfurling. And when I look up, my gaze sliding along the length of your body, you’re watching me, lips curving.

You kneel, chin tilted up, your knees parted so I can see the sheen of your desire where you’ve wet your own thighs.

Your arousal blooms and swells; in a heady musky cloud as, masked and blind, you wonder when I will fuck you.

Your mouth open for me.

Waiting…

Your clit tempts me away from your pussy; so small a thing under its fleshy hood, but as I ease it free, spiralling my tongue-tip around the tiny dome, you shudder and moan. Your fingers coil into my hair, the nails digging into my scalp and sending pinpricks of pain down to my groin. My balls tighten and crawl, and my shaft hardens further.

I tongue-flick over the tip of your bud, but you jerk and yell, trying to escape the overload. So instead, I work down, probing for a tender spot at the base where I can work the root and know that all I’m doing is exciting you, ramping you up the spiral of arousal. Fingers and tongue together, I play you, massage you, feel the vibration of your thighs passing through my shoulders.

Perspiration sheens your skin now and a scarlet bloom blushes over your stomach, rising to your breasts and beyond. Sliding up and across your body, over wide hips to the narrowness of your waist, I kiss you, taste you, breathe you in.

Then moving further, to your breasts and the peak of hard nipples, I explore you with mouth and hands, my face and palms skimming you, tracing your outline. Locking my lips over a nipple, it plumps and crinkles. And when I take it in my teeth, nipping and tugging, you moan a soft sound and my erection pulses a response. I push a thumb in your mouth, and you mirror me with a soft bite.

I stand over you, offering my cock to your open mouth—brushing your lips as I seep over the skin, anointing you with my pre-cum.

“Lick me.”

Your tongue makes long, languorous strokes over my length before circling my cockhead, the wet heat of your flesh a scorching ecstasy.

My shaft hardens and stiffens as you taste me, quivering with my heartbeat…

Gliding further over you, I cover you with my body, locking my mouth with yours, nudging your entrance with my cock. I don’t enter immediately, instead, taking a moment to enjoy you and to let you enjoy me.

To savour the anticipation…

Then, easing into you, my flesh inside yours, I find you hot and slick and welcoming. Your pussy clutches and throbs around me as I fill you, sheathing myself. And I want nothing more than this; to move within you, to make love to you, to fuck you to a beautiful climax and to hear your mewling, your sighing and your screaming as your body responds to mine.

Thrusting gently at first, slowly, I work your flesh with my own, my hard thighs and harder cock crowning your smooth flesh, penetrating your softer body. Angling myself, I aim for your sweet spot, that place inside you that I know brings you pleasure. Your legs swing up, curling around my hips, angling your passage as I pierce you. With each stroke, I build speed and power. And nuzzling into your neck, pressing against you, your pulse drums against my face.

I could come now, shoot everything I have into you in a brief blissful moment, but I want more than this.

As do you.

You ease out from under me, slipping to the side, your smile glorious as you head south. Crouched over me, your grin is wicked as, just for a moment, you make me wait…

A heartbeat…

Two…

Three…

You open your mouth over my erection, lapping at me, and swiping and sucking.

My cock is engorged, aching and ram-rod hard; huge now…

For you.

I watch the glistening, purple-red head slip in and out from between your lips as you suck.

Licking away your own juices from my length, you lap at the dewdrop of pre-cum at the slit. Your tongue makes long, easy strokes, from base to head, curling and caressing, and you cup my balls, massaging them in your palm, pushing your fingertips into the root of my penis as you wrap your mouth around the shaft.

Then, rising, fastening yourself over me, pumping up and down with a noisy suction, in and out, you fuck me with your heated mouth, sending lightning sizzling through groin and loins and thighs.

My breath is tight. My heart bangs against my ribs, and light and shadow dance behind my closed lids. I want to respond, to thrust, to drive myself deep into your throat until you take me balls-tight against your face…

I kneel with you, upright, my face to yours, pressing my shaft to your belly as I reach down and in…

Fingering you.

Playing with your hard, slick bud, flicking and teasing and spiralling as you twitch and moan, swaying on your knees in your darkened world, your shoulders flexing against your restrained arms and wrists as you try to remain upright…

“You may not move.”

You gasp, a sharp inhalation at my command. But still you teeter as I play you, every nerve spiking; every muscle taut as I pluck and play and pinch your sweet clit.

You rise to straddle me, poised like the promise of summer as you anchor yourself against me, your pussy over my cock. Your dark tresses tumble over pale shoulders, draping to your waist as your eyes once more lock with mine. The vee of your smooth loins is shiny with your juices, and as you take me inside yourself, your fluid heat laves my groin and thighs and balls.

Your colour is high now, the flush of sex rising over breast and neck, a scarlet tide over skin slippery with sweat, fragrant with lust. Your breasts swing with your movement, swaying with your rhythm as you ride me.

Still holding me inside you, your body moving over mine, you drop to all fours, your breasts over my face, your nipples brushing my mouth, begging to be sucked. Palming one, I nibble and suckle at the other, the hard and crinkled nub in my mouth.

And now, as you rock over me, I thrust up, hard and fast, spearing you, ramming inside you until I bang against your inner walls and hear your gurgle of pleasure.

Harder you ride me, and harder. Your breathing turns to gasping. Sweat beads your forehead…

And you laugh… that brimming, joyful sound that says our fucking together is so good you don’t know what else to do.

And I laugh with you.

Only a month…

I want it to be always like this.

You and Me…

Forever.

Your Rush is coming. I see it rising, bubbling up, fountaining; and I want to watch as it takes you. I want to see that perfect moment when love and lust are the same, and when the joy of the spirit and the mind and the body are one.

I grasp your hips, slow you, ease you down until we lie side by side on soft clean, linen. Kissing you, I love your mouth with mine. Then sliding a hand to your sex, I penetrate you with a finger, then another, curling in to knead your inner wall as scalding juices well over my palm.

But I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come, hear you come, watch you come…

“Lift your leg. Let me in.”

And now, as I ease into you once more, you raise your head, watching as my body enters yours. You slide a hand down to your sex, fingering your clit as I thrust. And as I piston in, you watch my cock fucking you, watch your own hand as you finger yourself, faster and yet faster.

Your breathing grows harder, heavier. Your whimpers become cries. Your cries become wails.

You arch and moan, muscles a-quiver then, as I press a thumb to your clit, your wail becomes a howl. Head flinging back, eyes squeezing closed, you shudder and writhe, and as I thrust, as you work yourself, with a cry that spears through me, you shiver into orgasm.

Your climax comes, your thighs trembling and shuddering to support you. I coil my arm around your waist, pulling you close with one hand, supporting you, plunging in deep with the other.

You cry out, your pussy clenching and spasming around me as I finger-fuck you through your orgasm. Riding high, you wail your glory, your torso jolting and lurching against mine.

It’s so beautiful to watch; you, lost in that moment where the rapture of the body overrules mind and heart and spirit. You convulse, quaking and quivering, enraptured by your own flesh. Your breasts shiver to the hammering of your heartbeat. Teeth gritted, lips curled back, head flung back, your face contorts as though in pain. Your hips jerk and buck, and inside, you clench and constrict.

I feel proud.

I did this.

The moment passes…

You fall calm.

Your eyes open and, staring blankly up, you lie, chest heaving.

After a few moments, your gaze shifts sidelong to mine and, still deep inside you, I can feel it: the pulsing that hasn’t quite died away, the throbbing…

It’s there in you, brimming and glittering, the promise of more…

Another?

Yes.

My cock still rigid for you, I move once more, in and out, in and out, to a pulsing rhythm, kneading you inside, kissing you within. Your lids flutter, and your dark irises roll. You’re already ascending once more, spiralling up, like a skylark into the blue, warbling your song.

You inhale, sharply, deeply; then expel the air in a gasp and once more, shudder into climax. You barely have a voice, your mouth flinging wide as you come again, whimpering your pleasure. Your spine, tensed and arching, every muscle straining, your fingers grip into my arm, tightening, the nails biting in.

And finally, you relax, your face slanting to mine with a slow smile.

“Your turn,” you say.

“I think it is.”

I roll atop you, straddling you, my cock at full mast. And as you did at the start, you lie back, an arm curved over your head, waiting for the show.

Curling fingers around my thickness, I fist myself as you watch. Your lips curve and part to a white gleam of teeth. Your gaze flicks between my eyes and my hand, watching delightedly as I pump myself over you.

I stand. “Open wide,” I say. Then, “Wider…”

You raise your face, jaws straining to take me as I push myself inside you. Your wet heat enfolds me as with thumb and fingers circling my shaft, I work myself to
climax…

I wrap a palm around the back of your head, pinning you…

The tension…

The sparkle…

And, hissing through my teeth.

Aaahhh…

The Release.

And I splash over your face and into your mouth, watching pale cream pool over your tongue as I pulse and throb and spill.

“Swallow…” I say.

You gulp, your throat rippling.

And ripping the blindfold from you, I stoop to open my mouth over yours.

It’s coming.

The Rush.

My thighs tremble.

My groin tenses; a sweet electricity which sparkles and dances.

My balls writhe and crawl and tighten as the surge rises.

Somewhere inside my ears, the blood pounds and sings. And I Come.

Spurting, I give you everything I have. Gasping and groaning, I spatter hot over your belly and tits and face, a pale spume over your skin. One shot, short and intense; then another and another.

And all the while, you laugh with sheer pleasure.

Your laughter.

Your gift as we love and fuck and climax together.

And just as I think I am done, I splash a final pulse over you before dropping to my elbows, heaving and gasping.

Spent, sated, I lean in to kiss you.

You rear up to return the kiss, your eyes bright, your face alive… “How about that pizza?”

“Sounds good. Hey, about that dare… I have an idea…”

And you smile.

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Information SUMMER SEX
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:43 PM - No Replies

   



Alexa could hardly believe she was finally here. She took in her tropical surroundings. The ocean behind her with its soft breeze, sending ripples through the leaves of the palm trees, the chirping of birds they did not have back home, the white sand under her bare feet.

Wearing her bikini was too much. She undid the top and cast it aside. Alexa couldn’t remember the last time she had felt the hot sun on her breasts.

Being in a luxury resort certainly had its perks. She had been assured complete privacy. She really needed this holiday.

After starting her business in marketing three years ago, all she had done was work. The days were long. She was happy her business had taken off so well, but it did require sacrifices. Her personal life was one of those sacrifices she’d had to make. She saw little of her husband nowadays and even less of her friends.

To be completely honest, her marriage wasn’t what it had once been. Sure, they still had sex now and then, but it was usually rushed and without a lot of love, their romantic sex was diminishing. It was merely ticking the boxes and giving each other release when the need grew too high.

Alexa longed to rekindle the passion she had once had for her husband, Joel. She still loved him. He was smart, he was the kindest man she knew, and he had a body to die for. She really wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, but the way they were going now, she wasn’t sure that was going to happen. They argued, a lot, and there were no more cuddles and kisses during the week. Alexa was often busy with work, even during the off-hours, and would snap at him about nothing. She knew she was unreasonable, but it was a cycle that was hard to break. Joel too worked long days. She suspected he had stopped trying to approach her after she’d pushed him away one too many times. 

So when there was an opportunity to take a short break, she did so immediately. Happy to be out of her stuffy office, standing here, nearly naked in the hot afternoon sun, she stretched languidly, hoping Joel would soon join her. She wanted to share this beautiful place with him, in more ways than one, outdoor sex had been on her mind the moment they’d entered the beauty of the resort.

“Look at you.” Her husband’s voice took her out of her reverie. “I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time.”

Alexa grinned at him. “You know what the sun does to me. With these temperatures, you can’t help but feel relaxed and hot.”

Now that he was here, Alexa didn’t quite know how to compose herself. Dreaming about seducing her man was one thing, but to actually make it happen was another. “Just look at this place. You simply cannot feel tense here.”

Joel smiled at her. “Yeah, I agree. The smell of the fresh ocean air, no people in sight, no cars around.”

Joel had always liked a certain level of solitude. He didn’t need the bustle of crowds as much as she did.

“And your near-naked body makes the picture-perfect.” He approached her and held her hand.

She smiled while she enjoyed his touch. Even this little gesture meant the world to her. “And why are you here, wearing only your boxers?”

He shrugged. “I saw you standing there, all alone. You looked like you could use some company.”

She nodded but didn’t reply.

I need your company, she thought. I want you close to me, inside of me. But she didn’t speak.

It was funny how tough it could be to talk to the person you’re closest with in the world. How, after months of bickering and hardly talking, the ability to become close simply vanished.

“I like you in your boxers,” she managed.

“I like you without a top,” he answered, grinning like a horny teenager.

Would she tell him how much she missed their intimacy? How much she craved his touch, his real touch and not just the quickies they had now and then?

“What’s on your mind, Mamacita?” Her heart skipped a beat at hearing her pet name. It had been a long time since she had last heard him say it.

She looked into his dark eyes before moving her gaze to the ground. “I don’t know, Joel.”

His voice turned serious. “Alexa, don’t. Don’t shut yourself off from me this time. There’s no work now. There’s no family around. It’s just you and me. Tell me what’s on your mind.”

On an impulse, she bent forward and kissed him on his lips. He seemed surprised for a second, but gave in and accepted her advances.

The kiss gave Alexa the perfect excuse to refrain from answering his tough questions. She knew how to turn him on. That was something that had never disappeared.

Only a few moments later, he pushed her away. “Not this time, Lexy. Tell me.”

She looked at the waving green leaves of a nearby palm tree. Life seemed different in a place like this. These surroundings gave her a new perspective on her issues. Now, she had to bite the bullet. She took a deep breath.

“It’s you, Joel. I need you.”

His eyebrows scrunched together. “But you have me already.”

“No, I need you. I really need you. I need to feel you. I… I feel like I’ve nearly lost you these past few months…years.” She looked away, not being able to face the hurt in his eyes.

“But Mami,” he started, “you already have me. I’m not going anywhere. But when you’re working so hard, I don’t want to impose. I’m so proud of what you have accomplished. I don’t want to stand in your way.”

“Joel, it’s…I need love. I need to feel my connection with you. I need you.” Her heart was racing now that she had said it all. She scrutinized his face, looking for clues on how he felt.

She relaxed when his face softened, and his eyes expressed warmth. “I need you too, Mamacita. I don’t want to live without you. I cannot live without you.” He moved closer while he spoke and their lips met. Where their first kisses had been tentative, they didn’t hold back this time. With the intensity of the kiss, she could feel they wanted to prove to each other how much the other one had been missed. She wanted to show him how much she needed him.

Alexa lost herself in her man’s embrace—his strong arms holding her, stroking her, while their tongues danced their intricate and passionate dance. His scent was hypnotizing, the fresh aroma of shower gel, mixed with a slight hint of sweat.

Her hand travelled over his body, from his firm chest until it was cupping his balls through his boxers. She rubbed him hard.

“Can I, please?” She begged him, remembering how she used to submit to his dominance when they had first got together.

“What do you want, Lexy-girl?” His voice had turned husky.

“May I please suck you?” She longed to bring him pleasure.

“Go ahead, then,” he replied with a grin.

She greedily fell to her knees and dragged his boxers down. Instead of taking him into her mouth at once, she started with licking his dick. Lovingly, she held him in her hands. Her heart was racing now that she was finally able to adore her husband again from up close.

It was almost a relief when his cock slid into her mouth. This was the right thing to do, she felt it with every fibre of her soul. It wasn’t just a blowjob she gave him, she made love to his body with her mouth. She had missed the heady taste of him.

Joel responded by stroking his hands through her hair, gripping it tightly, making her suck with fervour.

His small gasps sent shots of pleasure to Alexa’s pussy. Sucking off her lover, turned her on like nothing else could, even more than she remembered.

“Mami, shall we move this indoors?” he asked with a broken voice.

“Yes, good idea,” she replied softly.

The air between them crackled with electricity. The anticipation of what was going to happen was tangible.

“Lie down,” he commanded, once inside.

She lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. She rubbed herself and found her bikini already wet with her desire.

He knelt between her knees pushing her thighs apart a little further. In one smooth motion, he removed her bottoms and threw them aside. He bent forward and placed a kiss on her clit.
A moan escaped her lips.

Their eyes met, his were overflowing with love. “What? That was just a kiss,” he said teasingly.

She had missed these small jabs of his.

She grumbled and lay back down, waiting for him to continue. And continue, he did. He lapped over her labia, pushing inside her vagina like fucking her with his mouth. He sucked at her clit.

The world fell away, birdsong and the ocean sounds melted and all Alexa could feel was her man between her thighs, teasing her, fondling her. He pushed a finger deep inside of her, then two, while circling her clit with his tongue. Alexa trembled at his touch. Every touch, every lick sent shivers down her core. She had missed this so, these feelings of desire, being in pure lust with her man. When he sucked hard at her clitoris, Alexa lost it, and intense moans erupted from her. She couldn’t stop it if she wanted to. He overwhelmed her with his tongue. All she could feel was warmth and pleasure coursing through her body. She gave in to her man. There were no others to be silent for here, not outside their bungalow, and not in her mind. Joel bringing her to these heights, that was what now mattered. That was all that mattered.

He stopped before she reached her climax. She moaned in protest.

He licked his lips. “You taste so sweet.”

“Please, Papi, more.” Alexa wasn’t capable of forming full sentences.

“Think you can handle more?” He lowered himself on top of her. His erection poked at her thigh.

“Yes,” she sighed.

“Think I want more?” He guided his cock to the entrance of her pussy.

“Please, don’t tease.” She groped at his chest, at his back, urging him to give her what she wanted.

In one fluent move, he slid his dick inside of her.

She let out a moan of fulfilment. This felt so good, this was what she had wanted. His long, thick shaft stretched her inner walls, and it was exactly what she needed. He fulfilled her in every way.

He halted when he was inside of her. “Look at me.”

She blinked before meeting his gaze.

“Are you still my wife?” His tone cut through the thick sexy atmosphere.

“Yes.” She gripped the sheets beneath her and gyrated her hips, wanting him to move.

“Am I still your husband?”

“Yes, Papi, yes, you are my man. Now fuck me.”

He thrust into her once.

She nearly screamed as his hot flesh entered her. This was the connection she had craved.

“You are mine, Alexa, just as much as I am yours.” He held his finger before her mouth, and she greedily started to suck on it. “That’s it.” He moved his pelvis and thrust slowly in and out of her.

“This is heaven, Mamacita.”

He moved until he was in an upright position, momentarily breaking their connection. Before Alexa had time to protest, he grabbed her thighs and pushed them up. Now that he had full access to her core, he thrust back into her.

He was so deep—taking full ownership of her body, her soul, her everything. He didn’t move fast—his strokes were slow and decisive. Their eyes met. Alexa loved how even in the heat of the moment he kept a close eye on her. She felt safe, knowing he would look out for her.

She stared at the man thrusting into her. How could someone so perfect belong to her?

He pulled out. “Your turn.”

She blinked in confusion. “What?”

He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “You get to ride me. Give it all you got.”

She moaned in protest as she struggled to get up and make room for him on the bed. Things had been perfect the way they were, why did he need to break it up? Even though it was hard, she still wanted to obey him. A long time ago, seemingly a lifetime, she had submitted to him, and he had brought her to great heights. She owed this slice of obedience to him today.

He lay down on the bed, and she straddled him.

“A kiss first,” she decided.

She bent forward and licked his lips. Before she could pull back, he greedily answered. He sucked on her lips while her hands went over his body. Her crotch covered his, and already she was riding him, even before penetration.

“Is this what you wanted, Papi?”

He stroked her cheek. “Yes, Mamacita, you’re doing well.”

With the help of her hand, she directed his dick inside her wet entrance. Without much difficulty, she impaled herself on his hard member.

His face changed as she enveloped his rigid cock with her wet pussy. Desire was now first on his features. The new angle gave an entirely new feeling. This way, she could see the direct impact of her movements on her husband.

With his hands on her hips, they were fully connected.

He reached up and tried to reach her breast. She positioned her chest before his mouth to give him the access he wanted. He took in a nipple and sucked hard. When he bit her nipple softly, she clenched her cunt. They both moaned.

“You like that, huh?” she teased.

“Yes, Mami. Squeeze that pussy for me.”

On and off she clenched her muscles, increasing the pleasure for them both.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it much longer.” Joel moaned.

“You gonna cum for me, Papi?”

He closed his eyes and moaned while she rode him hard.

He took a deep breath, sat up and, in the wink of an eye, turned them around.

“I’ll show you cum. On your knees,” he commanded.

She knelt.

Joel didn’t hesitate, and grabbed her by the hips and shoved his dick inside of her. “You wanted me, right?” He thrust deep.

“Yes.”

“You needed me, right?” He thrust again.

“Yes”

“Tell me what you want.”

“You, Papi, I want you.”

“Say it to me.”

“I want you, Papi. Oh, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

Sweat started to form on his forehead. He had upped the tempo and was now pounding her hard.

Alexa was lost in a world of her own. She barely had time to adjust to the assault on her pussy. Every push brought her feelings of ecstasy. She wanted to be taken by this man. She needed this. She needed to be owned by him, in every way, for good.

Alexa nearly screamed as his hand found the bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Take over, touch yourself,” he commanded.

In a split second, her fingers were at her pussy, and she began to stroke her clit. Her practised fingers knew precisely how to move, and combined with the continued fucking, her orgasm rose quickly. It only took a few more hard thrusts to send her over the edge.

She screamed as her pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock. Her world exploded into a million colours, while every nerve was set on fire. Never before had she cum this hard, this intense. Her body jerked from left to right, needing to expel the energy that had been released. Everywhere her man touched her, set off another thousand explosions.

His thrusts took on a stuttered rhythm, while he too began to utter louder moans. He pushed deep before he reached his zenith. His gaze was somewhere far away, not even seeing her anymore, while his body tipped over the edge.

His pounding slowed into loving stroking as if he didn’t want it to be over just yet.

Alexa turned to her back and reached up until her mouth found his. His lips answered her kiss. Still riding the waves of afterglow, they connected on every level. Their tongues lost in a languid spiel, their bodies unwilling to let go of the other. Joel’s hand was still stroking her body, while Alexa fondled his tight muscles.

“Joel, why had we forgotten this?” She asked him finally.

His hand cupped her cheek. “I had not forgotten this, Lexy. I will never forget you.”

A warm smile spread across her face. “Nor will I forget you, Papi.”

They lay together for the longest time, each lost in their own thoughts.

Her husband turned to her with a serious expression on his face.

“Next time, Lexy, don’t wait so long. Just come to me and tell me what you need. You know I’m here for you.” Joel pleaded.

Alexa cast her eyes down. Inside, she knew he was right. She had been unfair. In a way, it was easier to get lost in her job, to focus her energy on her company. Somehow that was cleaner, easier than facing human relationships. But Joel deserved more than this. He deserved a wife who loved him, and who was honest with him.

“I know, Joel. I’m sorry. I’ll make it better. And you need to do your part too. Please impose. Touch me, seduce me.”

She looked into his eyes and saw the love she had for him reflected in his.

“Will you give me this sweet body of yours every time?” He asked with a devious grin.

She gave him a playful shove. “Not every time, you greedy. Though I did miss having that hard big cock of yours inside my mouth.”

“Always willing to serve, you know that.”

She chuckled. “Come, let’s get up and get a drink.” She hesitated for a moment. “I… I really do love you, Joel, and I don’t want to lose you.”

His expression turned serious. “I love you too, Alexa, with all my heart. You’re the only one I want to spend my life with. Now go, before I fuck you again.”

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Information JOY OF LIFE
Posted by: Simon - 11-18-2025, 08:42 PM - No Replies

   


He’d been gone for so long, this last job requiring four miserable weeks without him at home, instead some 3,500 kilometers away in New York City. Damn, but Vinna missed him. She missed his smile and the sound of his voice. In the mornings, she ached for the heat and smell of his body that lingered on the sheets after Angelo woke and went to start the kettle.

This trip, Vinna missed him more than normal. Most likely, she figured, because of the pregnancy. In the last month, her body had changed so drastically, she knew Angelo would be shocked when he saw her. She was a little concerned regarding how he’d feel about her body; a body that had always been slim and slender was now swollen and stretched.

His flight landed late last night. By the time he’d gotten home and showered, the man was exhausted. They’d talked, laughed, touched. They did make love, but it was rushed and quick, both eager to be together.

Vinna smiled as she fixed the tea, remembering the feel of his chest pressed against her back. The warmth of his breath on her neck. His rough hands traveling her body.

She rose early this morning. She showered and, slipping on his shirt and throwing her blonde hair into a messy bun, Vinna ran to the bakery to get breakfast, which she planned to serve him in bed.

But not yet. She had other ideas for this morning. Now, clad only in his shirt and her underthings, she made her way down the hall. When she reached their bedroom door, a steaming cup in each hand, she stopped and admired him.

Lost in a book, it took a moment for him to look up.

“I wondered where you were.” He smiled, his eyes taking in her body, the white bra and knickers beneath his open shirt. Angelo’s gaze lingered on her belly, now round and full at 28 weeks. “Come here,” he said, closing the book.

Vinna settled on the bed. “I got fresh scones. Are you hungry?” she asked, taking a sip.

“A real scone,” Angelo joked, “You’d think by now, they figured out how to make scones in New York.” His hand reached out, gently touching her belly. A finger trailed down its side. “How are you feeling?”

She nodded. “Well enough, I suppose. Not so tired all the time like I was when you left.” She watched his hand on her belly, his eyes memorized as they moved over her new shape. “I can feel the baby move a lot now. I bet you’ll be able to as well.”

His fingers played at her belly button, which now popped out past the rest of her skin. “When did this happen?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Last week.”

He nodded. Then grinned, fingers moving quick, “Is it still ticklish?”

Vinna pulled away, giggles erupting from her. “Of course!”

“Can I push it back in?” He teased, pushing against her belly button before smoothing his hand around her round belly.

“I’m sorry I missed it,” he said. “Come here, I want to feel my baby.” 

Vinna took the tea from his hand and, after setting their cups on the nightstand, she settled her back against his chest. Angelo’s arms wrapped around her as she relaxed against him. His hands explored her belly, feeling all the ways it had grown and changed while he was gone. She knew he wanted to know what it felt like when the baby moved inside her. Vinna thought a moment, then compared it to a combination of butterflies in the stomach and gas, which made Angelo laugh.

“Your body looks… amazing,” he breathed the words into her hair. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

She leaned back so she could see his face, and Angelo’s hand trailed up to her neck, tipping her chin to meet his own. He pressed his lips against hers, holding her there before placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. His arms wrapped back around her, holding her to his chest.

“I’m so glad you’re home,” Vinna said, nuzzling into him, getting as close as she possibly could. “I missed you.”

She pulled away and turned, straddling Angelo’s lap. His hands fell to her tummy, then, as she bent to kiss him, wrapped around her, pulling her closer. His lips moved from hers, dropping to her neck, where he laid kiss after kiss across her skin, moving over her collar bone to the chest, then dropped a kiss to her belly. “And one for you, too, little one.”

Angelo drew his fingers up her back, sending waves of pleasure through Vinna, and she leaned in again to kiss him, this time with passion and purpose. The kiss deepened as their lips opened to each other, tongues clashing. Angelo’s hands lingered at the base of Vinna’s neck, then slid around the front and down her body again.

They moved against one another, lovers too long apart, eager, yet aching to prolong their play. Angelo’s hand slipped around Vinna’s back, then down her arms, allowing the shirt to drop to the bed, discarded.

His mouth found its way to the top of her breasts, followed by his hands. He caressed her flesh with his lips, his hand touching her bra, cupping the outside curve, surely amazed at its weight and fullness. Vinna arched against him and pulled his head closer, wanting more.

It didn’t take long before she wanted him as exposed as she was. She pulled from him and grabbed two fistfuls of his t-shirt, yanked it over his head. Tossing it aside, Vinna put her palms on Angelo’s chest and pushed him back onto the headboard, her fingers trailing over the hard planes of his pecs and abs, taking in all of him.

They stayed there, her hands on him, his hands on her, taking in the feel of one another’s touch. Reaching behind her, Angelo unhooked Vinna’s bra and pulled it from her chest, releasing her breasts. He gasped at the fullness of them, the contrast of her hard, dark nipples against the milky-white of her skin.

Angelo bent to kiss her flesh, first the inside of one breast, then the other. A single finger traced a line from the top of her roundness to her nipple. Then his tongue, warm and wet, traced the inside curve of her breast, his hand cupping the outside.

Their eyes met as Vinna’s body moved against his. She kissed him, open mouthed. Once. Twice. Three times before moving to her knees and, ever so slowly, her lips still on his, crawling off his body to lie beside him. Her hand naturally came to rest on his cock, visibly hard beneath the constraint of his jeans.

Angelo’s head dipped to kiss her as Vinna unbuttoned, then unzipped his pants. And when her hand reached inside, her fingers wrapping around his erection and pulling it from his jeans, Angelo’s eyes closed, and he let out a low groan.

Vinna watched as her hand moved up to the head of his cock, then pulled back down. And when Angelo thrust to meet her, she let out her own raw sound. She stroked him again, and this time, his hands made their way to her, holding her close.

With her eyes entranced on his member, she moved from Angelo’s grasp and slid further down the bed. Vinna leaned in and circled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking it between her lips. She came back off his dick and kissed it. She ran its tip along her lips before, again, taking him deep in her mouth. As she worked him with her cheeks and tongue, Angelo’s hands encouraged her, moving up and down her back and arse.

It had been so long, and Vinna wanted him so bad. Moving to all fours, she climbed up his body until her lips pressed against his, Angelo’s hard cock still gripped tight in her hand.

Vinna straddled his lap; her knees spread wide. Pulling her panties to the side, she slid his cock into her wet pussy. Her breath caught as he filled her. And when his hand cupped her breast, his lip reaching to take her nipple between them, she sank all the way down on his thick shaft.

She dropped her chest to his, their lips meeting for a brief caress before Vinna’s head came to rest on Angelo’s forehead, her hips moving up and down on his cock. Her body quivered. It wasn’t just his cock. It was all of him. Here. Underneath her. It had been so long. And she’d missed him so much. Their fingers intertwined as they moved together, absorbed in the feel of each other’s bodies.

As her pace increased, Vinna laid a hand on Angelo’s chest, holding her body above his. His hands gripped her ass, massaging its flesh while his tongue and lips assaulted her full breasts. Pleasure rose in her body, her breath coming in quick gasps, as she rode his cock, again and again, his hands encouraging her with each thrust.

Suddenly, it all came together. His cock. His hands. His mouth. Him.

The world around her exploded, and she arched against him, her breath broken.

As her orgasm waned, her body dropped to Angelo’s, her pace slowing.

She didn’t rest long. Vinna sat up, and again she moved up and down the length of his cock. Angelo took one of her fingers between his lips and pulled it deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, scraping his teeth. Releasing it from his lips, he nudged her hand between her legs, and she knew he wanted to watch her touch herself as she rode his cock.

His gaze never left her face as her fingers circled her pleasure spot. Angelo massaged her breasts, his fingers grazing her nipples with each of her down thrusts. He watched her gasp, her mouth open, as her body moved back and forth on his hard cock. She rocked, her own hand covering his, encouraging him to squeeze her breasts harder. When he obliged, her body responded. She thrust against him until, again, she quaked with passion.

As she stilled, Angelo took advantage. His arms wrapped around her, rolled them so that Vinna was now on her back. He kissed her. He kissed her mouth, passion flowing from his lips to hers. He kissed her neck, his lips gentle on her soft skin, before he moved to the roundness of her breasts. When he kissed valley between them, bolts of sweet electricity pulsed through her body.

His lips moved over the swell of her belly, his hands following, as they twisted and swirled along her changed flesh. He took his time, learning her body and its newness, he seemed so amazed at its growth and she loved this adoration.

When he reached the insides of her legs, her breathing quickened. She wanted his head buried between her thighs. But Angelo wouldn’t be rushed. He knelt back, looking at her, she could see he was aroused by her wantonness.

Angelo hooked his fingers in the sides of the panties Vinna had carelessly pushed aside and slipped them over her legs and off. It only took a second before his mouth was back on her thighs, kissing her from groin to knee and back.

When he finally settled at her cunt, he pressed his lips against her, taking in her scent. Then, ever so slowly, he began to lick and kiss her.

Vinna’s body responded, and soon she was thrusting against him. His hands caressed her belly, running over the tight flesh, his tongue moving circles around her clitoris. Her hand threaded through his hair as pleasure washed over her, and she pushed into his mouth.

Angelo pulled back, taking in the scene of her whole sex, swollen and wet. She watched him watching as he circled her clitoris with the tip of his finger, before dropping it lower and sliding it into her pussy.

She was making animalistic noises, breathing and gasping and moaning. She rocked against his finger and knew Angelo wouldn’t be able to hold back. He bent down and, tongue flat, licked her clitoris, causing pleasure to ripple through her body. He did it again, this time his tongue sharp, and her head fell back in pure joy.

When he pulled back again, his finger replacing his tongue, Vinna knew he was going to make her cum. She was so close, and when he kissed her thighs, his finger working her clitoris, she knew he was watching her pussy, waiting for the orgasm to erupt.

She was moving beneath him, her hands clutched in the pillow, her back arched, her hips grinding against his finger, still assailing her clitoris. And when her body peaked, the climax made her nearly come off the bed. Just as she knew he would, Angelo took that as his cue and drew her clitoris into his mouth, his tongue and lips carrying her through the orgasm, then bringing her down slowly.

She watched as he crawled up her body. When his cock teased her mound, bouncing against her lower lips, she smiled and moved to grant him entrance. But he surprised her by shifting behind Vinna, his chest against her back, so the curve of her ass rubbed against his cock.

She rocked her arse against him, knowing it would make his cock ache. When she felt his fingers playing at her clitoris, she knew it was time. Although she couldn’t she him, she could picture him as he gripped his erection, stroked it, then rubbed his tip against her wetness. When he reached her slit and pushed inside, her moaned in ecstasy.

Vinna leaned back against him, while Angelo again toyed with her breasts. Her hips moved in circles, and her eyes closed in pleasure. Vinna reached down between her legs, her fingers stroking her clitoris before touching where their bodies met. She could feel the skin of his cock, slick with her juices, as he moved in and out, sliding deep into her. Her fingers played across her lips; she liked how they stretched tight around his cock.

She threw her leg over his hips, and Angelo began moving with her, his pelvis circling to meet her with each thrust.

His hand gripped her breasts before sliding up to play at her neck, fingertips trailing across her sensitive skin. His hand framed her throat, squeezed just a little, then tipped her mouth towards his. As their lips met, Vinna reached for him, her fingers wrapping into Angelo’s hair.

As their bodies moved and his thrusts became deeper, Angelo’s hands roamed her body, worshiping the curves of her breasts and belly.

The climax in Vinna started to grow, and she made noises against his mouth. She reached for him, her fingers grabbing his thigh, the muscles hard and flexed beneath her touch. Her other hand met his, and their fingers intertwined, joining them, connecting them and their love to each other in the moment.

With her orgasm building, Vinna almost crested, but she paused, placing a hand on his chest, “Wait, wait.”

Angelo’s thrusts slowed, worried concern passing over his face, clearly afraid he hurt her. Vinna reached for his cheek, reassuring him as she pressed the palm of her hand against the rough stubble of his dark beard. His lips came to hers, and Vinna whispered, “I want you to come with me.”

With a growl, Angelo kissed her, trailing a finger down the side of her face. He started thrusting again, this time a little faster until he found a pace that suited them both. Their eyes met, filled with passion and love. Vinna’s breathing turned uneven, and every thrust brought a tiny gasp as he moved deep inside her.

Her hand, encouraged by Angelo’s, slid down the side of her tummy, through her nether curls, and into the folds of her pussy. With the increasing thrust of his cock and his hands roaming her breasts, she didn’t need to build up to her orgasm this time. When her fingers found her clitoris and pushed against it, her body immediately responded. She was already there.

Their eyes locked.

Vinna knew Angelo was on the brink, holding back his own orgasm, waiting for her to meet him. She was close, her body straining against him. As her pussy started to squeeze, she looked to him and knew it was time when he nodded, letting her know he was ready, that it was time for her to cum.

And she did.

Her fingers moved faster. Her body arched against him. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, sounds escaping. As the spasms started in her pussy and spread through her body, wave after wave washed through her. She squeezed his hand, anchoring herself to him.

Vinna’s orgasm pushed Angelo over the edge. His pace quickened, and he, too, tumbled into his climax. Vinna was jostled back and forth as pleasure jolted through his body, jerking into her as he lost himself in their ecstasy.

As their bodies rode out the waves of their climax, he began to kiss her, his lips traveling the skin of her neck and cheek. His hands roamed her body, flowing over its hills and valleys.

Eventually, their bodies slowed, then stilled. Vinna reached for Angelo’s hand and placed it where their bodies joined, where arousal still pulsated through her.

Wrapping his arms around her, he withdrew from her warmth, and Vinna slipped back against him, snuggling her rump as close as she could to his body. Both Angelo’s armed wrapped around her torso, pulling her even closer as Vinna’s reached up to hold on to his bicep, entangling herself in him as much as possible.

As they settled down into bed, Angelo placed chaste kisses across her cheeks and Vinna’s breath quieted, her body stilling against him. Her eyes closed, comforted by his presence next to her.

Angelo reached across her and grabbed a handful of blankets, pulling them over her to cover their bodies. “I know we just got up,” Angelo whispered against her ear, “But I think it’s okay if we deserve to spend some of the day in bed.”

He snuggled against her one more time. His arm draped over her body, holding her close. Both their eyes closed, grateful to be in one another’s arms again.

The scones would have to wait.

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