We lay there engulfed in the darkness. Trailing my fingers along his arm I whispered, “I might want you to fuck me a little bit.”read more
I roll from him and feel his thick, warm come slip from my lips and I race to catch it before I stain the sheets. He lies there, chest heaving, head lolling, a drop of come inching down his cock as his erection subsides. The air around us is heavy with our scent. Sexalicious.read more
“I’m going to give you an orgasm,” he said, pulling his clothes off and preparing to slip into bed.
“My butt itches,” I said, the epitome of sexy.read more
A few minutes later a workout-rumpled D was hovering over me, hands snaking toward my breasts as his mouth found mine, upside down. We kissed those kisses that make your belly flutter, where you can feel the blood leaving your brain and rushing southward. His fingers found my nipples and toyed and pinched such that I felt the electrical jolt down toward my pussy. The kisses continued.read more
“What do you want me to wear tonight?” I asked D as we were getting ready to go to a holiday party for work. “How about one of your wrap dresses? I want to know that I’m going to fuck you in it when we get home.” Stockings? Tights? “Definitely stockings.”read more
In the middle of the night last night I couldn’t sleep, so I gently stroked D awake and he attended to my needs mostly with his hands. I realized that I missed being fingered by him. He’s so good at it. That’s what I wanted tonight more than anything because I know that it almost always leads to me squirting.read more
He promised me gentle, careful fucking because I tweaked my back. Several days had passed since we’d last fucked, and we missed each other. The plan was for a slow, gentle, sensual fuck that might not even end in orgasms for either of us. We just wanted to be together again.read more
Late one afternoon on our recent working vacation, after a day of walking the cobblestones and meeting with important work people, I was lying on the bed reading with my feet up. D came into the room and sort of sucked in his breath. “Is that hole supposed to be there?” “What hole?” I asked tentatively.
“The big one in the crotch of your tights?” Damn. The big one in the crotch of the spendy brand new purple tights I had just bought a few days ago. “Save those. We’re going to make use of them.”read more
I pulled off my sweater and my motions woke him. “I was thinking about getting mostly naked under here with you.” A broad grin stretched across his face, “Yes, please.” I pulled my bra off and his hands were on my tits straight away, pinching and rolling my nipples til they were tight and hard. I pulled away to slip off my pants, giving him a chance to catch up and get naked with me. Suddenly we were entwined and kissing and I was aching with desire for him.read more
This Sunday morning he rolled over close to me and softly ran his hand over my thighs, belly, hips, and eventually over my tightly closed pussy. I drifted in and out of sleep as he touched me, his fingers occasionally running through my downy bush. In lucid moments I wondered if he wanted to fuck me, but the thought floated away as I drifted back to semi-consciousness.read more
In traffic I pulled up the hem of my dress to show him that yes, I was wearing panties. Black see-through lacy panties with pink trim. I started to get wet. The lunch proceeded without any groping or innuendo under our breaths. Regardless, I stayed wet and by the time we were ready to leave I could smell my own arousal.read more
I rolled the switch and pressed the large, rumbly head against my clit and felt the deep, penetrating waves vibrate through my pelvis. That thing feels so fucking good.read more
“I’m game, but I’m not really into it tonight,” I said.
“Good. So we’ll do it my way.” And with that he grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me face first into the bed. He held my arm twisted behind my back so it was just painful enough and began to push my dress up around my hips. His weight pushed my arm hard against my back, driving me into the bed, my head turned at an angle so I wouldn’t smother.read more
Early morning sex just never gets old. I woke with his hand on my leg, smoothing the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms over my skin. He kept working his way northward until he reached my waist, sneaking his fingers over the edge and skimming my belly until he reached the tie. One slow pull and it was released. He pushed and pushed and pushed my pants down until they were around my ankles, then with a foot shoved them from my legs into the crease of the sheets at the foot of the bed.read more
It’s no secret that we are fans of middle of the night sex. Sometimes it happens very deep in the night. And sometimes it happens just as one of us is starting to fall asleep. The other night it happened when D woke up very, very horny.read more
I pulled off my pajamas and crept onto the bed, insinuating myself into his space, trying to get his attention. He feigned disinterest, as though whatever he was typing was more important than an unwrapped New Year’s gift nuzzling against his chest.read more
It’s after we’ve fucked and we smell like sex. Like each other. Salt and tang and musk and sweat. It’s all over his face and between my thighs. It’s on his chest and around his balls. It’s on our hands and necks and shoulders and hips. We’re covered in each other.read more
“My clit is so hard from you sucking me. I feel every…” was all I managed to grunt before he came and I felt his cock pulse inside my clenching cunt.read more
I have fantasies about multiple cocks. Mostly about having multiple cocks inside me at once. All orifices filled. I don’t think about it that often, but when I do I have a full-blown vision, down to the the details of the room where it would happen–the bed cover, the draperies, the carpet on the floor. It’s an exhibitionist’s dream. I haven’t gone there. I don’t know if I ever will. But once, at least, I’ve felt something close to it.read more
8 a.m. Thanksgiving
He rolls over to me before the alarm goes off. Before we have to get up and get ready for the cooking and the cleaning and the people. Right now it’s just us.
His hand runs over my belly, down to the edge of my pajamas, and his fingers stroke my skin just inside the waistband. I wriggle closer, sliding under the covers. He’s already pulled off his t-shirt and shorts. His hard cock nudges my hip as D pulls the tie open and pushes my pants down.read more