Source: Alex Suze

"Do you ladies need a lift?" I ask, hoping the answer is no.

"We don't take lifts from strange men. And we've heard about you", says blonde, and everyone laughs.

The door closes and we're off, leaving the merry couple to find a taxi. As they recede in the rear view mirror she says, "You weren't taking any chances on getting wet then." She's referring to the long raincoat I'm wearing.

She smells of her usual perfume, larger and other people's cigarettes. The cabin of the car fills with the aroma, displacing the clean washed air left by the storm.

Her hand strokes my leg making me shiver. Her fingers slip inside, she shrieks "You dirty boy!". Pulling open the trench coat she reveals my nakedness. Except for the coat and a pair of trainers I am as nature intended.

The cold air hits my exposed flesh, eliciting goose bumps and making me more aware of the heat generated by the blood-rush in my groin. Her fingers circle around my cock and balls, not touching then. Her eyes watch me come to life, enjoying the spectacle. Before I'm fully erect she has taken me in her fist and begun to slide the skin slowly back from my glans.

She squeezes me as I grow harder and begins to tug more firmly at my cock, driving becomes a distraction from the slow and sensuous hand job I'm getting. I'm probably smiling insanely by now. She shuffles awkwardly out of her seatbelt to enable her to bend low and lick the tip and taste me. I lift my arm to allow her access to my lap.

She raises her head, licking her lips, slowly, sensuously savouring the pre-cum. My balls are tightening, the sight of her hand working on me in my peripheral vision and the sensation of her fingers on my cock bring me swiftly to the edge of ecstatic oblivion.

She sees it in my face as we pull up at a red light. Her head is in my lap again, tongue and throat working their magic now. In just a few moments I'm there, hot semen flooding her mouth. "Mmm" is her approving verdict on my climactic issue. I throw my head back, gripping the steering wheel with white knuckles, mouth half-open in a gasping "Aaah!".

The spasm fades, her mouth releases its prize and I begin to slip into the warm post-coital pool.

A horn blares behind me. The lights are green, a truck driver's horn expresses his displeasure by proxy. I fumble the car into gear and head home.

"Do you always pay for taxi rides like that?" I ask.

"No. Only when the driver's naked." She smiles, "And you're such a smooth driver I think you'll be getting a tip when we get back "

Source: The Hanger

Source: Erotischism

Tiramisu is one of those foods that, once they become ubiquitous on restaurant menus, begin to lose their authenticity and descend into mediocrity. But made authentically, it is as stimulating and sensual a dessert as one can find.

I cut a serving from the baking dish and placed it on the plate. Took the fork, cut a mouthful, and brought it to Estella's lips. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and drew it in. A moan escaped her as the smooth richness hit her.

I took another forkful and offered it to Maria. She smiled at me and then chomped down on the fork, sucking the cake into her mouth. But then her eyes closed too as she ate it.

Then I took a forkful for myself, began eating it, took Estella's face in my hands and began to kiss her, the natural flavors of our mouths mixing with the cheese, cream, coffee and chocalate flavors of the tiramisu.

Maria began unbuttoning my shirt, then reached for the baking dish and scooped up some of the mascarpone in her hand. Seductively, she licked a little of it and then circled her creamy finger around my nipple, depositing a dollop there. She leaned over and licked it up and then sucked at my nipple. Now my eyes closed.

When I opened my eyes, I saw Estella doing the same thing to my other nipple. Now both sisters were sucking at my nipples, and I could feel my cock trying to burst through its cloth jail.

It didn't have to wait long as Estella undid my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled that fella to freedom. Now she took a big bite of the tiramisu, bent down and engulfed my cock with her creamy mouth.

The feeling was divine. Her tongue twirled around, licking and sucking at me and the dessert at the same time. Meanwhile Maria fed me a bite of the cake and then dove her tongue back into my mouth as we lapped at the food and each other.

Now Estella came up for air and motioned for me to unzip her dress, which I was happy to do. She stood and it dropped to the floor. She then removed her lacy bra, revealing beautifully shaped, soft breasts. Estella grabbed a chunk of dessert with each hand and smeared it on her breasts, inviting me to lick and suck as I palpated them with both hands.

Estella's breathing quickened, and as I continued my lucky task, I felt Maria's mouth around my cock, she pumping up and down with her hands as she flicked, licked and sucked at me. I collapsed back against the sofa, my head spinning.

Source: Sexcapades


I lie in bed awake at night and as I slip from the conscious to the unconscious, I allow the darkest thoughts to enter my mind. The mental image of your hand as it caresses my face so gently begins to excite me. I can almost feel the warmth of your palm as I imagine it moving from my jaw down to the base of my neck and your grip tightens.

You know this excites me as my back arches in reaction. My thoughts begin to stray as I wonder what it will feel like to have the silken sashes around my wrists. The luxurious feel of the fabric is a stark contrast to the restriction it provides.

I am bound. You are in control.

What will it feel like when you push me up against the wall and bruise my lips with your kisses? Will your hands be rough as you hold my shoulders back, not allowing me to move forward and lean into you? A sigh escapes from my lips as I imagine what it will be like to have your hand lift the folds of my dress and find their way inside of me. Your fingertips are at first gentle, almost hesitant in their exploration.

I long to feel you open me and plunge inside, deeply as you control my every move with your touch. Please force yourself deeper and deeper, in and out as you thrust. Will you turn me around and press yourself inside of me from behind? Will you hold my neck with your hand as you pound harder and harder?

I am lost. You lead me.

I hope you will make me kneel before you. Cover my eyes so that I can not see. Let the sound of our breathing, and the sound of you lowering your clothing be all that we hear. I imagine tasting you, licking you, taking you fully inside of my mouth. Will you run your fingers through my hair? Will you grab handfuls and force my head back as you kneel down and join me on the floor?

I am eager. You are ready.

think about the unforgiving hardness of the floor as you raise my bound hands above my head and with your other hand part my legs. I think about the unforgiving hardness of the floor as you position your body above mine, in preparation. I think about how it will feel to have you press the head of your shaft against my slit and sink down into me, one quick plunging motion. My breath is sharp and quick.

I am the captive. You are the captor.