Source: Freya's House Of Dreams


He took her to the plush carpet and captured her lips in desperation. He had to taste her and right then. "I want you," he breathed into her mouth as he nibbled on that luscious lower lip. "I want you every way I can have you, every moment I can have you."

Bending down, he captured a nipple between his teeth and she hissed in pleasure, arching into him. Her hands pulled his shirt up, nails raking over his skin. He broke contact momentarily to get rid of the shirt and went back to the other nipple, his fingers rolling and pulling. She trembled with the intensity of having his hands on her, his mouth.

Arching her hips, rolling them to grind herself against his cock she was desperate to make contact. Groaning, he helped her get his pants down, yelping when she grabbed him with both hands. She let go, afraid she'd hurt him.

"No, god, no. Don't stop," he panted, putting her hands back and she laughed and it rolled over his body, made his cock jump eagerly.

He practically ripped her jeans from her, the panties followed. Pausing, he looked down at her, her hair was spread around her head and body like a pool of deep red wine, her eyes were wide and darkened with passion, lips swollen from kisses. His gaze went back to her breasts and he leaned over, touching them, kneading them. "I want to fuck these," he said in a deep rumble.

She nodded and he took her hands and replaced his own with them, holding her breasts together as he slid his cock between, hissing as he did. She leaned her head down and swirled her tongue around his glistening cockhead each time it came toward her.

Source: A's Pursuit Of Pleasure

i lie back next to him on the wicker couch's rough undyed pillows. i can see his erection rising in his faded corduroys, but i go on talking as though i haven't noticed - about the movie 'brazil,' about a hundred years of solitude, about neruda and his pale earth-hipped women.

he leans forward, his breath soft and whispering on my belly - and licks the wine up.

then he moves to my red-stained mouth and kisses it, his hands moving over my sticky breasts, his teeth worrying my lower lip. i unbutton his pants with a quick twist of the button fly and (before he knows it, almost, i am so wet and ready) i guide his cock into me, roughly, like a whore in a back alley, with my skirts hitched up to our hips. i pull my mouth away from his and bite down on his bare shoulder, hard, licking with my tongue as careful and small as a cat's.

he makes that noise, the lovely one that happens only when we won't be overheard, and pulls me down to the floor with him. i keep my arms wrapped around my neck and my legs wrapped around his waist and we're going to ruin the rug but i don't care - ijust want him to fuck me in that way he does that slams right into me, right into that place, and then fills it over the brim - god! - and he does, he does, he does. he is not soft and he is not gentle and he is heedless of my comfort and i enjoy that.

Source: My Secret Obsession

I took Bette by the hand and urged her to follow, leading her to my bedroom. We stood in the middle of the floor, at the foot of my bed. I faced her, and slid her tank top over her head. The room was dark, except for lights shining in from the kitchen. She unbuckled her belt, and unzipped her black jeans. I had my pants off, and was unbuttoning my shirt, as I went back to my living room, for the rest of our wine. I lit a candle, when I returned to my room. The room filled with the warm scent of vanilla, and the soft flame, tinted everything in it's amber glow. And, when I turned back around, there was Bette, bathed in candlelight, laying on her side, on my big, four poster bed. I admired the sharp curve from her waist to her hip. She smiled, and patted the mattress beside her, with one raised eyebrow. And, then, she wasn't smiling, but the look on her face reflected the way that I felt.

I moved beside her, and took her in my arms, pushing her onto her back, with me above her. I rolled towards her and lowered myself to meet her mouth with mine. We kissed deeply. The tips of our tongues moving against each other, as we breathed, with mouths locked together in passion. I pulled back for a moment, to look into her eyes. All sensation and emotion seemed to suddenly intensify, as our eyes met. Our mouths met again, this time, searching hungrily. My body pressed into hers. My breasts against her breasts. I could feel her position my thigh against her, as she moved her hips forward to press harder, pushing and relaxing, rthymically, as we kissed with our bodies entwined.

I moved by body beside hers, with my forearm under her neck. I propped up on my left elbow. I stroked her skin with my right hand, my fingers spread apart wide, caressing her body, wanting to feel her every curve. To experience every inch of her.The smoothness of her skin. The definition of her muscles. The swell of her breasts. I bent my head down, and kissed her mouth. My fingertips lightly traced her contours. I found her nipples, tracing from one, to the other. Her breasts were small. I moved my mouth to her breast, to suck her nipple into my mouth. Bette let out a little moan. I kissed her more, and ran my hand down between her legs, enjoying the coarse, curly thick, hair. I parted her curls of pubic hair to find her clit. Moving my fingers further down, I found her wetness, easily, as it was already overflowing her vagina. I felt the warm slickness of her natural juices, as I moved my fingers down from her clit, and pushed between the plump lips of her pussy. I parted her lips, and rubbed her clit, up and down, arousing Bette more and more.

Source: Pick Up The Pieces

I remembered looking down at his glorious cock all shiny and drippy with my spit, crawling over him to hover above him and look directly in his bluest-blue eyes. Spreading my legs impossibly wide to feel the tip of his drippy-wet, hot cock pushing against my aching pussy. Hovering to hold the bulging head between my velvety soft, slick labia. Slowly, barely moving to push him into me. Feeling the ridge of the head, every ripple of a vein, every inch of his cock opening and penetrating me. Filling me. Satisfying me. I remembered rocking and grinding against him. My cheek pressed against my shoulder. My eyes half closed in tiny slits. Those tiny moans escaping my body as the white-hot pleasure began to build in me.

These harmless, un-provocative photos aroused me. They reminded me of how much I miss his touch, his breath on my ear. My skin ached for the warmth of his touch. My nipples begged to feel his teeth. My pussy dripped and ached for him.

I am desperate for him....again.

She felt his breath on her naked skin, goose bumps flushed her chest.
Arching her back she pressed closer to him. Legs wrapped around him pulling him in deep.
His hand ran down the length of her side grabbing her bottom.
Her skin felt so soft against his, he felt himself grow harder still.
As she rocked slowly with him, he leaned down to kiss her.
His lips traveled down her neck to her breasts.
Their breathing growing faster.
Hard teeth on soft skin as his teeth grazed her.
Hands all over each others bodies - scratching his back as he moans loudly.
His tongue circling the soft flesh round her nipple.
She lets out as gasp as he gently bites.
His arms wrapped around her as he pulls her to him.
Shuddering together as he whispers in her ear.
Words that are only for her.
He smiles when she gasped and he moves his mouth to her other nipple and sucks hard on the very tip.
She writhes under him and he strokes the side of her right leg
She reaches up and holds the side of his head in her hands and pulls his mouth down to her breasts
His tongue flicks over them as he slowly backs out � engorged cock sliding out of the warmth wetness
She shakes her head and lifts up her body capturing his cock� enveloping it
He pushes her back and then grasps his hand on the shaft of his cock and rubs the head of his cock against her clit
She bites her lip to keep from screaming and cums wave after wave of warmth flooding over her
He smiles again and explodes suddenly and forcefully spruting cum over her clit and her belly.
He presses his still hard and throbbing cock back inside of her and rolls over on to his back flipping her up to be on top.
She continues to cum as she rides his cock leaning forward near the end to brace herself on her hands..
Her breasts brushing over his face�
She feels his breath on her naked skin, he kisses goose bumps.

I'm naked, oiling my hard cock with long, fluid strokes until it's gleaming. No, not gleaming. Dripping. And you, as naked as I, watching, waiting on the bed impatiently. Expectantly.

I stand behind you, push you forward, press you down, until the side of your face rests against the pillow; palms and knees against the firm hotel mattress, hands wide to brace you. Your buttocks lift invitingly towards my gaze. Their sweeping curves are beguiling, demanding.

The tip of my glans presses lightly against that crinkled circle of oiled terra-cotta. I tremble, and in that instant, I see your body stiffen fractionally, hear the tiniest gasp escape you.

It's all the assurance, all the invitation that I need.

One hand holding your waist, the other guiding my erection, I press forward. I feel you press back, pushing out to meet me. Gradually, your flesh starts to open. I stare, entranced by the sight of my cockhead slowly entering you. You're shivering, trembling as though a low current is coursing through you. Easy now. Easy. With a control I never thought myself capable of, I feed myself to you, millimetre by millimetre, until there's a sensation of you somehow expanding, giving, surrendering, and all at once my glans slips all the way inside you, my shaft suddenly gripped by that snug corona of muscle.

"Oh fuck," you gasp. An unmistakable sound of pain, yet pain underlain by something else. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

You utter it. I'm capable only of thinking it. Words are beyond me for the moment. I'm consumed by the tightness, the sense of compression, the closeness of our flesh. My glans is burning, scorched by your illicit fire. My soul shudders with the divinely dark knowledge that this is forbidden. Taboo.

Just thinking of him makes me think of all of him. Not just the job part, but who he is in addition as well. Father, son, friend, co-worker. And man...

Male. Strong. Capable. Wielding power with such deftness. Laid back 90% of the time until the 10% of the time he gauges in a split second that the situation in front of him needs to handled NOW before it gets ugly. Or uglier.

The patrol car with its flashing lights and siren, the crisply tailored uniform with its shiny metal badge, and the lethal and non-lethal gear he carries all say "I've got it handled". And it makes me think of handling him.

I shiver a little, actually shudder with wanting At the thought of having him. Mike. Mike - mine. Mike, with his clothes on, wanting me. Mike with his clothes partly off, touching me. Mike, naked, his weight on me, entering me, taking me.

And I want him as well. Fiercely. To touch him, taste him, devour him. Ohhhhhh, yeah, Mike.

I can feel us together, the warm skin of his chest and shoulders pressed against the satiny fullness of my breasts, pink nipples rubbed against the light furriness of the dark hair at his pecs.

His skin smells so good, clean and comforting, sexy. I want to inhale him, drown in it.

He kisses me then, distracting me, taking charge, gently pushing the silky brunette waves of my just-below, shoulder-length hair aside. He nibbles slowly down my arched neck, across my clavicle, the hollow at the base of my throat, the tops of my breasts.

My eyes are closed. He owns me with his mouth, with his lips, with his tongue, now tracing a teasing path around my aureole, now lapping, now sucking, ohhhhhh Mike, Ohhhhhh.
His gentle sucking on my right nipple now intensifies, oh yeahhhh, harder Mike.

My hand began to explore lower down her body, until it reached the waist of her jeans. When I began sneaking my hand inside her pants, she looked around nervously, afraid someone would see us. I relented, contenting myself with kissing her and exploring her gorgeous body through her clothes. But as she continued to get more excited, I again began to brush my fingers under her pants, and her protests subsided.

Soon my hand was all the way in her pants, my fingers brushing lightly against her mound. She became completely distracted, her kissing becoming less urgent as her mind wandered toward the growing emptiness between her legs. Her legs drifted apart involuntarily as my finger dipped inside her panties to find moisture between her legs.

I brushed her clit for a few minutes, eliciting little gasps and moans. As I touched her, she became less inhibited, more needy, spreading her legs and rocking her pelvis up toward me, urging me to touch her more. I unzipped her jeans for better access and began to dip one finger inside of her.

Unfortunately, her jeans were too tight for me to give her a proper finger fucking. So after a couple of minutes I grasped the sides of her jeans with my free hands and began working it down her hips. She looked terrified that someone would come along and see her with her pants around her ankles. I assured her that I'd only slide them down a few inches - just enough to give her soaking pussy the relief it needed. If we heard anyone coming, I told her, she could quickly pull them back up and act like nothing had happened.

She relented, and I pulled her pants down a few more inches, allowing me to slip a finger all the way inside of her. She moaned and bucked her pussy in response, losing herself in the sensations between her legs. She clutched me and rocked her hips in time with my fingers' thrusts.

So I lean over and softly begin kissing her. My hands slide down to her well-formed breasts. I say that because they were fake. Not that I care. Titties are titties, right? Can I get an Amen? From her breasts, my fingers danced to her now-wet panties. I slid a finger under the elastic and get my first feel of her soft lips. Her dampness allows my fingers to easily slide into her love tunnel. My fingers are squeezed my her muscular vaginal movements.

I now stand her up and lift up her sheer shirt to gain oral access to her pert nipples. As I squeeze one tit with my left hand, I suck on her other nipple and move my right hand around her ass and between her legs near her ass. I stand playing with her clit while increasing the nipple pressure with my mouth. Her moaning intensifies as she cums right there in front of me. We now have C and my wife's attention.

She unbuckles my pants and frees my ever-hardening cock. Down she goes, licking and sucking my tubesteak with gusto. She was going up and down on my dick so fast, it was like watching a V-8 engine at 5000 RPMs. I stroked myself as she sucked on my balls. As I neared the end, she went back to my cock.

"I am going to come," I managed to get out of my mouth. Nothing. She didn't release me from her mouth. I feel the familiar surge of pleasure (for me it is like going over a waterfall and starts in my knees and works its way up my body) and I shoot my cream sauce (LOL!) against the back of her throat. She made several loud slurping sounds and it all went down her throat. Beautiful.

My wife was not done yet. However, my knee hurt and I was working on about four hours of sleep. We had decided earlier that we were going to spend the night. We were sharing a room with our good friends T and L. I hobbled up the stairs with everyone else in tow. We said our good nights (Thanks D for making sure I didn't fall backwards down the stairs) and headed to bed.

Standing behind me he slowly ran his hands up my stomach, he moaned slightly as his hands slid over my breasts. "I told you that the first thing I was going to do when I got you alone was molest these amazing tits" and that he did. I pushed my body back against his, arched my back and raised my breasts to meet his hungry hands. The low deep sounds of my moans surprised me, they came from my animal that is kept inside. I was near an orgasm the entire time he was touching me, touching me like he'd never touched tits before in his whole life and never would again. It's breathtaking to be caressed like that. He rubbed me, kneaded me, ran his fingertips over my nipples until grew so hard they ached. Then Caleb started pinching me, each nipple was rolled between his fingers and then quickly and sharply pinched. The shock it sent through my body wrenched a fierce immediate orgasm from me. I was so surprised I gasped as I came, that had never happened before....

We both turned around and he leaned in to kiss me, I hesitated....kissing is so personal. I was ready to fuck but I didn't really want to kiss him. But there really was no way around it without making it weird and so I did. It was no good at all, it was obvious to me that this guy had no idea how to kiss. We quickly moved on....

Making our way over to the bed I took a minute to look into his eyes, I wanted to see the moment he realized he was about to fuck a 'stranger' in a hotel room in an unfamilliar town for the first time in his life. I saw it. I swear I did. That moment of realization came to him as he was unbuttoning his pants and I slowly pulled my shirt up....and off. He looked a bit scared, but even if he feared he would not know what to do his body was confident enough to try. He pulled a condom out of his pocket before letting his pants fall to the floor. I was out of my pants and reclining on the bed in my bra & panties when he asked me if I wanted to put the condom on him. I knelt in front of him on the bed with my best naughty smile on and took the condom from his fingers with my teeth. I told myself I was going to fuck this kid until he couldn't take any more and that was about to start right now- I figured it was only fair that I warn him.