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Christmas
Presence
by Jenny Harlow
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Gemma arrived
at the Ski Lodge which was set on the bottom of a range of
amazing mountains, and dashed into the foyer. Directly in
front of her was the staircase that led to the bedrooms, to
her right the restaurant, and the left the bar, with a big
open log fire, and sheepskin rugs. At that moment her best
friend Joanne came down the stairs and grabbed her into a hug.
‘Gem - you
made it - this Christmas is going to be the best. Chris is
upstairs helping Beth, his sister, to unpack.
‘Great. Um,
is Paul here yet?’
Joanne looked
at her for a minute as if deciding what to say. Then she
grinned.
‘He’s
upstairs. Not still carrying that torch are you?’ Without
waiting for an answer she headed back up the stairs, and left
Gemma to get her key from the desk.
Going down to
dinner, Gemma chose to wear a chunky off the shoulder jumper
and a long skirt that hugged her tight curves. As she
descended the staircase, she saw Paul standing under the
Christmas tree in the bar, talking to one of their friends.
Immediately her eyes drifted to his wonderful bum, now looking
splendid in black denim. She had been in love with his smile
since the first time she had met him. His presence made her
glow. She loved his conversation but couldn’t get away from
the fact her body lusted after his, or the fact that he made a
warmth stir in her loins when he hugged her or looked at her
too long.
And sure
enough, as he grabbed her into a massive bear hug her heart
sped and her breathing quickened. She pulled away, knowing she
was flushed and laughed slightly, flustered.
‘How are you
Paul?’
‘Good, but
better for seeing you.’
Gemma smiled.
If only he knew how much his simple throw away lines touched
her. She gestured to the bar and went to get herself a glass
of mulled wine. He followed her and their conversation fell
into its normal easy flow. They caught up and chatted about
life in general, Gemma being careful to avoid the subject of
relationships.
‘So Gem, what
do you want for Christmas this year?’
Gemma looked
out to the snow falling softly outside the window, and at the
fire crackling in the grate and said before she could stop
herself,
‘Just a good
man who’ll be gentle, but know how to fulfil me.’
Paul gave her
an odd look and she realised she had gone too far. She was now
in serious danger of saying more stupid things, as once she
had started she found it increasingly difficult to stop. So,
saving her virtue and any embarrassment she might feel later
she feigned tiredness and excused herself. Paul kissed her
gently on the forehead before she went and she felt the first
deep stirrings of longing begin. She left quickly.
Later, unable
to sleep, she lay in the dark with the curtains open, watching
more silent snow fall. Suddenly the room was lit by the glow
of her mobile phone telling her she had a message. She picked
it up wondering who would text her so late. It was Paul. ‘Cm 2
my room (368), we need 2 talk.’ Gemma squinted at the message,
and her heart did a flip flop motion as at first she thought
it might be something wonderful and then realised it was
probably something awful. She sighed, got out of bed, pulled
her dressing gown on, and padded down the hall.
She
knocked on the door. Paul opened it, wearing only a pair of
black boxer shorts. Gemma had to stop a wave of pure desire
from making her reach out and take him in the doorway. |
Weddings.. by Julie
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Family
weddings are a bit of a dirge, and I expect this one to be no
different, especially since it is for a distant relation and I
really don't know the couple very well. They are quite a bit
younger than I. We'd never played as children and I am quite a
bit younger than their parents so I feel a little out of my
element. I am stuck in the middle. Even worse is that my date
is my mother. I am attending a family wedding with my mother
as my date. I feel a little bit my age. But I made my mind up
before I left that even if I was going to feel out of place, I
will at least look good. I love a reason to dress up.
I
select my outfit carefully. I am wearing a silver iridescent
lace dress. It has spaghetti straps and is form fitting. It
accents every curve and the fringe on the hemline tickles my
calves as I walk. I comb my shiny blonde hair until it
shimmers and carefully secure it with a pin near the back of
my head. My shoulders and neck are exposed, showing my muscled
back and firm arms. My outfit is primarily for me to help me
feel less awkward at the family gathering. I am not prepared
to answer questions as to where my husband is or how he is
doing. Since our separation, I am very close mouthed about the
situation. I'm in no mood to be introduced to Aunt Millie's
best friend's son, the nice young man who still wears glasses
taped at the nosepiece. But it is important that I look good
to deflect such "helpfulness"… I hope the relatives assume
that since I look so good, I must have a dozen prospects.
The
reception is exactly as I expect. The friends of the bride and
groom are all vibrant exciting recent college graduates. Their
area of the room takes on a fraternity party atmosphere as
they celebrate with vigor. The family side of the room is
rather staid, filled with family pulling out pictures of
recent births and gossiping about who had the latest surgery
and for what. I feel completely in between.
That
is when I notice Nina. More accurately all the men in the room
notice her and I look to see whom they were watching. She
stands out as she twirls with the bridesmaids on the dance
floor. Obviously, she is close with all the girls, but not
close enough to be relegated to the powder blue taffeta
full-length highly uncomfortable bridesmaid dress. Nina
instead went for all out glamour. Every eye in the room is
magnetized to her. Her dark chestnut brown hair gleams under
the dance lights; her sultry body is swathed in a clinging
fire engine red dress. It drapes over her shoulders, dipping
low on her back.
Scornfully, my older cousin leans towards me and says, "Every
wedding has the girl in the red dress. Guess that's her." I
smile and repeat the advice I received long ago, "I give her
credit. I was told by a very wise lady to wear it while you
can. There will be a day that comes when you can never again
wear something that beautiful, so you'd better grab it while
you can. I think the lady in red is bold and stunning." Aghast
not to have recruited me, I feel my cousin's icy stare. I just
smile and watch the action.
About
ten minutes later, Nina saunters to the bar for a drink. She
is surrounded by the men in the room hoping for at least a
smile in their direction. The same cousin found her husband in
line to be close to Nina and grumbles. I decide to keep Jimmy
out of trouble and intervene. I confidently remember that I
look nearly as good as Nina, if not 15 years older, and walk
over to the bar. I edge close to Jimmy and whisper, "You need
to take Suze her drink, she's very thirsty." Before he
protests that Suze isn't drinking, I order a glass of ice
water and command, "Take this to her." Then I turn to Nina and
smile apologetically, "I'm sorry about that, my cousin was
about to make a fool of himself and tick off his wife in the
process, I hope you don't mind me sending him away." She
laughs and touches my hand gently, "Men can be so silly
sometimes."
I
enjoy her dazzling smile and her candor and strike up a
conversation. She is a sorority sister of the bride and asks
how I am related. I explain that the groom is a distant
cousin, that I am the "old cousin" of the group. She looks at
me quizzically and asks, "Old?" I tell her I will turn 37 the
following day, and she leans in and kisses me tenderly on the
cheek, saying, "I hope I look as good as you do." As our eyes
meet, I realize that Nina is flirting with me. I ask when she
will be following the bride down the aisle and she simply
answers, "Never… I have no interest in men." I am both floored
and flattered. The sexiest woman there who has the eyes of all
the men riveting to her isn't even interested in them. At that
moment, she works her seductive charms on me.
I
never imagine myself to be interested in another woman. I have
not experimented or even been curious. But the rush of having
Nina flirting with me is exciting. I am strangely aroused. Her
raw sexuality transcends gender and completely lures me. Nina
personifies sexual arousal.
At
this point, small talk becomes utterly ridiculous. I touch
Nina's hand and state, "I like you." She nods, "You are just
beautiful. Can we go somewhere to be alone?" My head is
spinning and my heart thumping as I reply; "I'll meet you
downstairs in about 10 minutes. I need to leave gracefully."
I
delicately extract myself from the family clutches, pleading
the need to get up early the following morning. Like a smitten
teen on a first date, I take the stairs two at a time to see
Nina waiting for me by the doorway. She radiantly smiles and
we walk to my car.
Settling into my car, I look over at her. Her lips are dewy as
she runs her tongue over them. I wonder what it will be like
to kiss a woman. She reads my mind as she leans towards me.
Touching my cheek and turning my face to hers at the same
time, I am enveloped by her tender lips. Her skin is softer
than anyone who'd ever kissed me previously and her creamy
lipstick massages my lips. Such a sweet kiss and I suck into
her mouth, absorbing her sensual lips and swirling my tongue
around hers. I've not been kissed by a woman and find myself
unable to stop. Her subtle urgency is more seductive than
anything I've ever experienced with a man. My mouth is alive
with a plethora of new sensations and I want to repeat each
one until they are memorized.
We
continue to kiss and probe each other's mouths with increasing
fervor. I pull back and try to catch my breath. My heart
pounds ferociously as I attempt to find some words. "Nina,
that was the first time…" my voice trails off as she finishes
my thought. "The first time you've been kissed by a woman?" As
I nod slowly, our eyes never part. I continue, "I've been
married for a long time and well we're having some problems
now, but I never thought I'd go down this path." She smiles
with an innate sense of sisterhood saying, "Who better to know
what a woman needs than another woman?"
"Let
me remind you how wonderful it is to be a woman," she whispers
as her hand gently reaches under my dress to touch my bare
thigh. My skin jumps with desire, as suddenly I want nothing
more than for this woman and I to make love. I stop thinking
and begin feeling. Her manicured fingers stroke my inner thigh
with increasing pressure and move higher up. My pussy lips
throb, as I want her to touch me more intimately. A guttural
moan escapes from deep in my throat as I clasp her hand in
mine, steering her higher. Knowing I was ready for her to
touch me is all the green light she needs. I also want to
explore her hidden charms and snake my hand under her dress
towards her pussy. Her lips are fuller than her hair more
closely trimmed than mine. As I part them, the sweet flow of
her nectar of desire moistens my hands. I wonder if she tastes
like I do.
Apparently she wonders the same thing as she removes her hand
and pulls it up to our lips, gently separating them with her
wet finger. I smell my musky juices on her finger and together
we lick her cherry red nail tips. I mimic her move and remove
my finger to lace my hand with hers, mixing our juices and
licking each other clean.
"Nina?" I tentatively ask, "Would you like to go some place
else?" Perfectly in tune with me, she replies, "My apartment
is about a mile from here. I live alone, would you like to go
there?" I allow my desire to rule me. As we pull into her
drive and I kiss her again, uttering breathlessly, "Thank
you."
"Follow me." I do, watching her move with the grace of a
gazelle. Her beauty is stunning and I want to move in time
with her. I truly believe that sensuality is not about gender
at all because I've never wanted another person like I want
Nina right now. We walk into her apartment and I fear losing
my nerve. I am about to make love with another woman, and I am
still married to a man. Intuitively, Nina assures me, "We
don't have to do anything you don't want to, I simply make it
a goal to leave any place I am with the most beautiful woman I
can. Tonight I did."
Her
charm and seduction are beyond argument. We both want exactly
the same thing. I want to feel like a woman and I know she is
the one to accomplish that with. We walk into her bedroom and
turn on the lights. Her tall feminine bed looms before us and
I feel like I am at a teenager's sleepover but with much more
possibility. I sit on the edge of the bed, waiting for Nina's
cue. She sits behind me wrapping her legs around me and
massages my shoulders. Kissing the back of my neck, her
steaming breath sets me aflame.
"Let
me undress you," she says as she drops the straps from my
dress, caressing my sides, working my dress down until I am
naked to the waist. Her touch is unlike any touch I've ever
experienced. I could not wait much longer. I ask if I can
undress her as well. We face each other as I to remove her
dress. My eyes study her firmer smaller breasts, mirroring my
larger softer ones. Her thin hips next to my full ones, her
long lean legs next to my strong muscled ones. Our separate
beauty shines in completely different ways. I want to explore
her the way I explore myself and learn if other women react
the same ways I do. Her beauty is a work of art.
Standing on opposite sides of the bed naked, we peel back the
bedspread. I smile to myself because only two women would
consider that. Snuggling together on her bed, our passion
explodes. I want to bring her to a climax. I find myself
acting more aggressively. I kiss her neck and travel down her
body. My impatience to explore her newness shows as she grabs
my shoulders firmly to stop me by her breasts. Her tan large
nipples harden with arousal and I need to feel them with my
lips. Grazing her nipples with my mouth, I flick my tongue
over them back and forth until her nipples protrude nearly
half an inch. Suddenly the opportunity to touch someone all
the ways I wish to be touched was before me. I want to make
love to Nina in a special girlfriend sort of way. I nip at her
breasts as she moans with pleasure. I am doing something
right; I think it is simply following my instincts. My hands
knead her smooth flesh as I work my way down between her legs
to discover her mound of womanly desire.
Ecstatic to finally smell her musky juices, taste is mere
moments away. Licking my lips hungrily, I open my mouth and
seal it to her inner lips. She is so sweet I want to
completely her. I know how I wanted to be orally pleased and I
do the same things to her. At some point, I turn my body
around so that my hips are positioned above her mouth and she
darts her tongue into me as well. Time melts as our bodies
writhe in sisterly pleasure. Every touch is like my own
without the ability to anticipate. Like touching myself but
with the mystery of not knowing what was comes next.
I
don't know how long Nina and I ate each other, it seems like
we sucked and nibbled and licked for hours. We bring each
other to the peak several times. She orgasms so beautifully.
That is something that is like a fingerprint, no two people
climax the same way. The mystery is something to behold. She
holds her breath as her body involuntarily stiffens with the
impending explosion. I feel her cadence and when I no longer
feel her chest rising and falling and her legs began to
stiffen next to my head, I know she is nearing climax. I can
either quicken the pace or draw it out depending on our
unspoken bond. When I climax, I pant as I get closer and
wiggle away. Nina anticipates my inching away and gently holds
me in place as she works her tongue more eagerly. We are awash
with pleasure and basking in our climaxes when we turn face to
face.
"Nina,
this is magical, how on earth did you ever know?"
"When
I saw you, I sensed your smoldering passion. Why would a woman
come to a wedding dressed to the nines to sit with a bunch of
old aunts and uncles? You had more to offer and I could see
that. When you came over to rescue your cousin, I thought to
myself, he's not the one needing to be rescued. I wanted you
to notice me because beauty finds beauty. I'm glad we found
each other this evening."
I wrap
my arms around Nina and we drift off to sleep. There is more
to our story, but that is for another time. Let's just end
this one by saying; I'll never again consider that wedding a
dirge. I couldn't be happier I went.
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Heaven Scent by Lily
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Sarah
had just got home from work, it had been a long hard day and
her feet ached, as she got in the door, she kicked her heels
off she had been on her feet too much today, she drops her bag
by her shoes before going to the kitchen to get a glass of
juice from the fridge.
For a
change as Steve isn’t home yet she decides to have a soak in
the bath and try ease her aching feet before cooking dinner,
going upstairs and grabbing a big fluffy towel from the airing
cupboard she heads into the bathroom, she puts the towel on
the heated towel rail, then starts running the bath pouring
some mango bath oil under the tap as it runs.
Once
the bath is ready, Sarah starts to undress unfastening her
blouse buttons slipping it off followed by her lacy bra
placing them on the closed toilet seat then slips her skirt
off followed by her stocking hold ups and lacy knickers
placing them with the rest of the clothes before getting into
the bath and sinking down into the hot mango scented oiled
water, the warmth of the water the aroma too helping to soothe
her feet and make her relaxed she closes her eyes.
Whilst
Sarah’s relaxing Steve gets home from work, also having had a
long hard day he notices Sarah’s shoes just inside the front
door so knows she’s home already, he walks through to the
kitchen expecting to find her there cooking their dinner as
she usually is, but she isn’t there! He gets himself a cold
can of coke from the fridge opens it and pours it into a glass
from the sink drainer before going to find Sarah and get the
kiss and cuddle he’d been looking forward to all day.
He
soon realises Sarah isn’t down stairs so he makes his way up
the stairs, as he reaches the top stair he notices the
bathroom light on, pushing on the slightly ajar door opening
it a little more he peeks round the door seeing Sarah laying
in the bath relaxing eyes closed, Steve eyes her slender body,
her long smooth legs, her shapely firm breasts, as he stands
silently just by the door way.
Steve
steps into the bathroom, leans over and puts his glass down on
the bath edge the clink of the glass on the ceramic bath
disturbing Sarah she suddenly opens her eyes and smiles, Steve
leans down and kisses Sarah’s smiling lips, as his lips lock
to hers, he trails a hand gently down her face down to a
nipple that’s just above the water level, he catches the
nipple between his finger and thumb rolling it between them,
the kiss ends and Steve leans over picking up the nearby soap
clasping the soap tightly in his hand he slides it slowly down
her body, gently rubbing it over her breasts dipping the soap
in the water then back up over her breasts, he then trails
the soap further down her body sliding it down between
Sarah’s legs rubbing the soap gently intimately between her
legs Sarah responding with soft moans of pleasure, she
brings her legs up making it easier access for Steve to
continue gently soaping her there, Steve smiles and trails
the soap once more down between her legs, he stops pauses a
minute then the soap bobs to the surface of the water, Sarah
looks at Steve with a slight like of disappointment as the
soap floats to the water surface.
Steve
stands straight slipping his t shirt off, then unfastening his
jeans letting them fall to the floor stepping out of them, now
in just his white CK boxers his excitement beneath very
evident, taking Sarah’s hand he urges her to stand up as she
stands he lifts her out of the bath placing her gently down on
her feet before him, he picks up the heated warm towel wraps
it around Sarah gently patting her dry a little before
picking her up and carrying her carefully to the bedroom
Sarah smiling at Steve noticing his obvious excitement against
her as he carries her through.
He
sets Sarah down on the bed gently laying her down he gently
towels her dry some more, deliberately caressing her teasing
her as he dries her, leaning down and flicking his tongue
across each nipple in turn planting little kisses on her body
as he works the towel downwards.
Steve
pauses and slips his boxers off then climbs on the bed next to
Sarah, climbing a top of her as she lays on her back, their
lips meet again locking together they start to passionately
kiss his hardness pressing against her, she freely parts her
legs, his hard shaft now nudging at her opening Steve moves
his lips from hers as his hard shaft enters her, he lets out a
moan of pleasure as he starts rocking his body slowly, each
time his thrust getting deeper longer, both moaning and
breathing getting more heavier as their bodies rub and grind
against each other, each of his strokes getting harder deeper,
faster, Sarah trembles as the excitement gets too much, those
waves of pleasure getting closer to the edge, feeling Sarah
tremble knowing she is close is just too much for Steve and
he moans deep as he thrusts hard releasing himself releasing
the pleasure, Sarah also moaning as she climaxes Steve
withdrawing himself before laying next to Sarah and having an
hours nap together cuddled up in each others arms nothing
mattering but them being together and close.
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How do
You want me?
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I spend hours staring at naked men. This is what I do for a
living. Men are my life, my loves, my passion and my
frustration. I'm an artist - a painter. I observe men in all
their natural states and I enjoy them. The male form is said
to be idyllic in its form, perfect in its symmetry. A mans
body is symbolic of power and beauty, or so it is said. I don't
admire the bodies I work with, I am fixated by them. When a
man is naked in front of me, when he is my subject and he is
at my discretion - he isn't powerful. He is mine and he is
weak. He is timid and I am a voyeur.
The society we exist within is a mans world, and that's why I
choose not to live in it. My life is simple, uncomplicated and
somewhat detached. I wont lie to you, my family wealth has
allowed me to live my life the way I intend, and I enjoy it. I
try not to deal with the outside, I have people who navigate
that mess for me. I ask my men to leave their lives on the
porch as they enter my abode. Most comply, but all submit once
they are ordered to strip. They are told to position and then
reposition their bare bodies to suit me - their boss, a
stranger. All men have some degree of humility, and therefore
are weak. All except one.
He breezed into my studio lighter than air and his radiance
brighter than shine. I greeted him with a smile gesturing him
inside with my open hand. A white linen shirt buttoned to his
sternum, draped from his relaxed figure and revealing a
masculine chest etched in stone. I followed at a distance as
he made his way through my open studio, admiring finished and
unfinished works as he moved. Natural light streamed in from
my balcony causing him to bring a hand to his forehead. His
sleeve stretched and tightened about his arm. Quite a
specimen, I thought, as he lent over the rail overlooking my
green garden.
I watched his back expand as his lungs filled with breaths of
fresh air. I made my way over to my easel and sat down to
prepare my tools. I looked back toward the balcony. My eyes
were greeted with his falling shirt floating gracefully toward
the floor. He reappeared on the opposite side of the canvas,
his head turned toward me as he ambled into the studios
centre. How do you want me? he asked, mischievously. He wasn't
bashful and he wasn't hiding his fear either. The corners of
his lips were arched up forming the grin of a naughty child. I
want you naked, I replied, standing up.
His smile broadened as he reached for his waistline and
unhooked the button of his trousers. I let my eyes flow over
his rippled chest and hard stomach before watching the fly of
his jeans move down slowly. I felt like a young woman again,
about to make contact with male nakedness for the first time
instead of the millionth. My mouth dried as I watched him step
out from his trousers and place them near his shirt. How's
this? he queried as his powerful legs made their way back to
my stares attention. His arse was toned and yet I envisioned
it to be soft to the touch. I broke my silence as he took his
seat, Things are shaping up nicely.
That was the first time I had lost my focus at work since my
early days when I would get aroused by my male and sometimes,
coupled models. There was no doubt I was tempted now, but I
was determined to paint him and paint him well. I walked
toward him with authority. His body and its proportions became
more evident and enticing as I neared - I felt myself blush or
was I angered by my unprofessional thoughts? He roused from
the box he was seated upon and duly followed my wishes. My
control was resurfacing. I positioned him propped up against
the plinth, his one leg outstretched toward the balcony, while
the other lay cocked at the knee.
I noted my breathing had become shallow and lighter while I
repositioned myself behind the easel. This man was beautiful
and much to my annoyance, I couldn't deny he had an affect on
me. I put my mind aside and began to paint. My brush strokes
were tight and hard, much like my models body. I noted he
still exuded confidence and held his head high as he stared
into the early afternoons brightness. My wrist felt cold and
unused within my tension. I studied his form once more noting
a change in his body. In my embarrassment my brush strokes
became short and jerky. Most unlike my model, I smiled, as it
became apparent, I wasn't the only one aroused.
My eyes looked to my man once more, this time they were met
with his own stare. Should we wait to see if I he thought for
a moment, Subside? I coughed and looked away certainly
blushing on this occasion. I had no intention of stopping but
once again he put me off guard. The corners of his mouth were
pointed and his eyes shone as he revelled in my schoolgirl
behaviour. Its up to you, I don't mind continuing but if you
are uncomfortable then we can take a breather, I offered. I
reluctantly found his gaze once more, Do you think It will be
long I mean will it go away soon? He chuckled and shook his
head, No, not if were in the same room together.
A gust of wind entered the studio and blew the curtains
forcefully, as our eyes remained fixed struggling for control.
I'm afraid I don't allow my models into any other part of the
house and I wouldn't want paint in my living areas. I lied with
confidence. He smiled and looked about the room before
replying, I guess we have to wait then. I looked him up and
down, starting at his large, broad feet moving up to his
muscular thighs and then focusing on the problem. His cock
looked painfully hard as it jutted out from his lap. It was
thick and I was once more, tempted. My gaze traveled up his
torso and found his dirty brown eyes. I'm not a patient woman.
I sauntered over to him just as he attempted to stand up. I
reached him and placed my hands on his shoulders pushing him
back down to the ground. I quite like you in that position, I
commented as I undid my robe and revealed my own nakedness. I
pushed my pelvis near to his mouth and ran my fingers through
his dark hair. His hands glided from the calves of my legs up
to my bum and warmly massaged my cheeks as he began to kiss my
inner thighs softly. I raised my knee atop the plinth his head
rested on and pressed my already damp pussy against his mouth.
No more teasing, I commanded, forming the naughty smile my
model had earlier.
His tongue was strong and his mouth eager for my juice. I
rocked my hips over it opposing his own licking and sucking of
my clitoris. I ground deeply into his face rocking my head
back and holding his own within my forceful grip. His strong
hands would gently push me back as he slipped his tongue
inside me and I would part my legs further to allow it deeper
inside. It felt so good I didn't want to come just yet. His
hands kept massaging the backs of my thighs and my buttocks
before I felt a finger slip inside my arse. I tensed my body
and inhaled sharply as I adjusted to the full feeling within
me. I could bear the sensation no longer, It was incredible
and his tongues feverish stroking of my clit drove me over the
edge.
I panted and puffed in rhythm with my pulsating orgasm as it
surged around my heightened body. I gradually rubbed against
his tongue as the contractions slowly faded away. He continued
to lick my clit ever so softly while his finger teasingly
moved in and out of my anus. My legs felt shaky and I felt too
exhausted to move away from my models mouth. He took hold of
my elevated thigh and moved it from the plinth causing me to
slide down his body leaving a trail of cum on his chest. And
that's when I felt it, his cock pushing against my pussy, its
head nearly pushing inside as he quietly and calmly thrusted
from his hips from beneath me.
I smiled into his neck as I felt him prodding me with his
weapon. I began to kiss his neck and lick his ear seductively
while reaching around behind. I took hold of that thick cock
of his and raised my body to allow it inside me, Lets see if
we cant sort out this problem baby. It slipped deep inside me
with ease despite its size. Once more I felt full and now,
more powerful-knowing that I had control over his orgasm. I
slowly raised and lowered myself on his cock, feeling its
warmth and realising my own wetness as I allowed him to enter
me slowly and teasingly. I looked into his eyes and saw the
fire dancing madly within them.
I continued to fuck him slowly, knowing he wanted more from
me, that he was dying to shoot his cum inside me. He took hold
of my hips in his big strong hands and ground my body up
against his, increasing the pace until I took his hands and
placed them on my breasts leaning back to take him deeper
inside me. I went slowly and rolled my hips over and over in
circles, driving him wild. His hands obediently stroked my
breasts and pinched my nipples as we kissed and rocked my way
to orgasm. This time, I came slowly and deeply around his
cock, tightening my pussy with each slight contraction.
I leaned further back and rested my back on the ground while
tightly wrapping my legs around his neck. His cock felt even
bigger inside me and he began to thrust with the power from
his legs. I closed my eyes and relinquished control as he
positioned himself upon his knees. His hands moved up and down
my legs as he pushed his cock further inside me, moving deeper
than Id ever felt before. I opened my eyes to watch his
statuesque form above me. His movements were forceful and his
body tensed was like a roman sculpture of a gladiator. His
thrusting quickened and hardened with each passing minute as
he neared orgasm.
His cock felt thicker and more dangerous the longer he fucked
me. He looked down at my pussy parting my legs from around his
neck and we both watched his cock fuck me so hard and fast.
The sweat poured from his face and trickled onto my stomach as
he let out a deep moan and shot his load up me. Once more my
pussy came on his cock, my cheeks flushed and my chest
reddened with another powerful orgasm that caused me to swear
and close my eyes in pleasure. I felt his cock twitch inside
my pussy as it lay motionless inside me. The model collapsed
on top of me and we waited to regain our breath.
I quietly whispered into his ear, So, how much longer do you
think it will be a problem? He turned slightly, nibbling on my
neck before uttering, Its just one of those things that never
go away.
By Gareth L.
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