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The Librarian

What else do you do when it's a slow day at the library?

The librarian knelt on the floor, looking up at me, her glasses framed her face. My hands held her head, guiding it up and down my cock as she stared deeply into my eyes. She pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop, knowing I was close. While jerking me off, she said, "You want to cum on my glasses, don't you?" "You know I do," I responded. "Then do it; cum all over this librarian's glasses." I erupted, covering her gl...

Chocoholic

Sticky, messy fun

Sinfully sweet, liquid and decadent, the chocolate body paint was trailed languorously over her breasts, down her stomach. He paid particular attention to her nipples, stroking it on with the soft-bristled brush, licking it off. Now over her delicate labia, painting it over her folds and sensitive clit, teasing with light strokes, before lapping and sucking her into a pool of writhing, screaming ecstasy. Proudly, he surve...

Dessert Of The Month

The joys of sharing something sticky and sweet...

“Mmm, warm!” I raked soft, sweet baked fruit spheres over her breast with the fork. “Ooo, cold!” Softened vanilla ice cream capped the other teat. Our licks and sucks swabbed each other’s nipples. She slathered my cock head and slurped it clean. Twice. Sticky handprints decorated hips and butt cheeks. Crust bits tumbled as she straddled me on the chair, sheathing my stiff cock. “Mmm, I love your warm homemade cherry cobbl...

Frightnight Fun

Will Rayna accept a coupon for fun times from an unexpected patron?

Knock knock. Rayna opened the hotel room door, staring in shock at the voluptuous woman, nude besides her pumpkin mask and open raincoat, Feeldoe jutting out of her trimmed cunt. The woman presented a coupon for Frightnight Fun – Rayna had recently stealthily distributed twenty coupons to men she fancied, hoping for some anonymous fucks as a Halloween treat. And lucrative: no surprise, she accepted “donations to cover cos...

The Depths of Love

A pleasure shared...

"Are you going to do me like you did last time?" "If you'd like, my love... shall we do it here in the kitchen, like we did before?" "Oh yes, please." "Up you get then." "The table's cold!" (giggles) "Just lay back and try and relax, my love." "Like this?" "Wriggle forward a little bit for me, and yes... that's perfect." "Will it hurt?" "No, darling, not if you're nice and relaxed." "0ooh... " "There, you see? That didn't...

Click!

She agreed, with certain conditions!

"Click!"  It amazed him how such a simple sound could have so many meanings.  He thought she had the volume of her phone up so each click of the camera sounded so incredibly loud. "Click!"  The noise of the door closing as her friend Peggy came in, naked and carrying a strap-on. "Click!" The sound of the top of the lube bottle when she dropped it on the floor while stroking her own toy. "CLICK!"  Went the lock on the chas...

Frosty Saves The Day

Snowbound. Watching a sexy weathergirl.

Eskimos have hundred words for snow. So? I have fifty for vagina. I was indoors watching the weather report of temperatures in single digits. Unimpressive! I use more than a single digit masturbating. Reminded, I snatched my seasonal toy; Frosty with vibrating carrot/nose. It pleased while also improving eyesight. Soon I was pounding my cunny with produce, watching the weathergirl. Her chest looked like a 3-D map of Tibet...

Awakening, chilled by the brisk morning air on naked skin, I abandon the bed to shower, glancing backwards, hoping you're stirring to join me. Hot spray falls over my skin, removing the silky trace of our night-time fuck. Your hand grips my wrist, and against the tiles you shove me, lips on my neck, biting as you thrust, aggressively making me yours again. Our passions rising, urgently I cry out your name, moaning as you...

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As She Walked Away

Some people can say some much with a look!

Sitting at a hotel veranda one afternoon, there was this beautiful blonde sitting with several people.  She didn't look excited to be there and it was hard to tell if she was attached.  Tall, slim, in a suit that left little to the imagination, she really looked like perfection.  Our eyes met, "Damn, she caught me looking!"  She didn't seem upset and for a while we traded glances, then she got up to leave, to my disappoin...

Lusca

A prelude of things to come...

The lower stateroom reeked of sex. Jonas was asleep in the cramped bunk above her. She lay on her back, eyes closed, awake but just barely. Her unsatisfied pussy remained wet; candy-apple fingernails toyed through the wanton mess.  Kara didn't notice the boat shift as the beast’s girth slid aboard. Several purple-spotted appendages snaked across the teak deck as if they recognized and sought her scent. Twitching tips inch...

A sharp intake of breath hisses through clenched teeth as the whip bites into my flesh. Honey drips from my swollen sex. So much sweetness from one harsh act. The pain is my pleasure and this is euphoric.  Another sting to mar the flesh. My moans plead for more. Strong, warm, calloused hands control my body; displaying me for their pleasure.  His bulbous tip parts my sodden petals claiming my most intimate part for his ow...

Typewriter Of The Damned

One Soul, Two Soul, Three...She'd Be The Greatest Writer Someday

  "I suppose I could try to warn him that the pussy he is about to bury into is a sharp glass trap into Hell, but who would listen to a typewriter anyways. I'm not even a word processor.""The girl on top of you, about to eat your cock with her pussy, made a deal with the Devil that she would be the greatest writer in the universe if she sacrificed men's souls. Nah, he wouldn't believe me. Soon it will be over. The moans,...

The Sorrow of War

In 1915 Gallipoli came to symbolize Australia's national identity

She wept, seeing Gallipoli chiselled into the cenotaph marble. No rose-tinted remembrances for those poppy fields. Sixty years hadn’t wearied one precious memory; amongst azaleas beside the billabong, they’d consummated love under the ancient red gum tree. He kissed her lips, licked her nipples and, amazingly, her cunny too. She moaned in ecstasy as his manhood impaled wet folds. Orgasms, wonderful orgasms, rocked her. Hi...

Today, I looked into your eyes and saw you give up. Everything you ever held dear was now at my mercy.   You jerked your head and tried to break away but you were caught in my grasp. Helpless, as I moved in predatory manner. Bodies close, my eyes hunting yours, waiting for your complete surrender.   Your body relaxed as your limbic system took over, carnal desire seeping through your veins.   Like a switch flicked, you te...

Sleeping Beauty had a Brother

Every king needs a line of succession

Surely love’s magic would rouse his children from their cursed sleep. But no princess had yet stirred Prince Fredrick. Likewise, no prince had awakened Princess Aurora. The king desperately needed a woke heir. Reluctantly, he turned to Prince Bryan and Princess Sappho. While passably royal, mystery shrouded their court. “Leave us,” they told the king. Fredrick and Aurora woke and smiled. When hands then touched Fredrick,...