Sat. Morning Coffee

Clarissa turns on her side, sliding her arm over the man sleeping peacefully by her side. Her leg curls over his hip as her arms enfold his chest. She listens to the steady beating of his heart as she gently circles her fingertips across neck.

He stirs, turning over to face her, his lips a magnet that pull her into him. Without conscious thought they move as one, his body covering hers as her legs wrap around his waist.

Her skin is slick with his sweat, her breath shallow and fast. Her body is the circuit, his the current and together a new Universe unfolds.

In the midst of her third orgasm of the morning, the bedroom opens and they turn their heads in sync. Her husband stands in the doorway, a towel snug around his hips, water droplets from the shower clinging to his muscular chest.

His eyes gleam as he takes in the site of her wrapped around another mans body, his cock raising the fabric it rests under. In two quick steps he is by her side, towel on the floor, his hands on her breasts.

She was overtaken by the moment, finding it hard to breathe as these two beautiful creatures claimed her body and senses. A moan escapes her lips as she is pulled to sitting then on her knees, forcing himself between her eager thighs.

Grabbing her hair he forces her head up, commands she open her mouth to receive her lovers gift.

She wonders momentarily if one can die from sheer pleasure, overcome with so many sensations that she feared she might. Over and over her senses were assaulted and her brain overwhelmed with chemicals that rewarded her from fingers to toes.

Her husband gave one final thrust and released himself inside her, his body removed, the ghost of his fingers in her flesh. He casually grabbed his towel from the floor, swinging it over his shoulder as she admired his retreating back.

She turned her attention back to her lover, a smile on her lips. Leaning in to kiss him she shuddered as goosebumps erupted onto her skin. They picked up where they had stopped, his cock and eager puppy ready to play once more.

As he entered her she dove into the whirlpool of desire created by his presence. Gave in to her need for him. She had not expected this primal reaction to him. The way she craved him, a junkie in need of a fix. Her body spoke to his in the place that words could not.

Her hazel eyes stared into his, the color of caramel and the summer sun. Her heart fluttered inside her chest as her nails branded his skin. Together they found their way to the cliff and leaped head first into orgasmic bliss. They lay there for a moment, bodies tangled like a ball of string.

“Coffees ready,” her husband said from the kitchen as the smell of bacon began to fill the air. They took their time in dressing, the pull of each other and the warmth of the bed, a seductive mistress hard too resist.

Making their way into the kitchen they gathered round the kitchen table, sharing a meal before they parted ways.

Clarissa smiled, sipping her coffee and looking at the two men in her life.

Two hands, one light, one dark, reached for hers, each completely different, both fitting like gloves.

She walked her lover to the door, savoring the taste of him on her lips. Her body beginning the process of missing him till they next met.

She closed the door behind her and walked back towards the kitchen, standing on tiptoe to kiss her husbands scruffy cheek.

Some people spend a lifetime to experience this once, lucky woman that she was, she had found it twice.

Call me Genie…

Driving down a dark and winding road, I feel the ghost of your kiss on my lips. Your fingers leave invisible trails beneath my skin.

I take a deep breath and rewind the moments of this night. Kisses that leave bruised lips, hands that bruise my thighs.

I am drugged, addicted, a junkie in search of her fix, your body the remedy I crave.

I did not expect this. This desire for your body, your cock, your mouth. The ease I feel in talking to you, the comfort of your touch.

The days tick by like molasses each hour a slow, delicious torture bringing me closer to what I want.

I’ll call you Sir and you’ll call me your Genie. Rub my lamp and I’ll grant your wish.

Kisses on my neck and lips, my clothes discarded on your living room floor. My arms and legs around your back I need your touch. I want more and more.

Radio up and windows down, I feel your echo on my skin. Count down the days then hours till I’m in your arms again.

Let the Feasting Begin….

She rings the doorbell, her stomach in knots, a throbbing between her legs. He opens it and welcomes her in.

“Right on time” he says with a smile. “I was just getting things ready, dinner should be ready around six”.

She puts her coat down, follows him to the kitchen, he leans in for a kiss. What begins as something gentle turns rough and raw. She stands on her tiptoes, he cups her ass.

“Screw that” he growls, “I think I want something sweet”.

Without warning she is suspended in air, as her legs wrap around his waist, his hands find her hair. He pulls her head back and bites the hollow of her collar bone. She snakes her arms around his neck, holds on tight.

He walks with her wrapped around him through the living room and into the kitchen, lays her on the oak kitchen table pushing aside the wine glasses, and empty plates with the silver trim he set out hours before.

The wood is sleek and polished, cool beneath lust heated skin. Her eyes close and she focuses only on his touch, as the scent of want and need flows out of her pores.

He kisses her again, her toes curl in response. Her hips arch upward, an invitation spoken without a single word.

He pushes them down, “Not yet” he says. Then goes back to his work.

He unbuttons her jeans, slips them down her legs, takes in the garter and thigh highs hidden beneath.

His fingers trace slow, tortuous circles on her skin, sending off a litany of sparks. She tries to lay still as he commands, her hips have a mind of their own.

Grabbing her wrists into his hand, he pulls them above her head. Removing his tie he binds them together, “Stay still” he demands.

She counts to ten, takes a few deep breaths. Bites her bottom lip, and obeys his request.

His tongue replaces fingertips, he tastes her inch by inch. Methodical and deliberate, his hand covers her mouth, muffles her moans. “Shhhh” he says, “you’re going to scream for me, just not yet.”

She squirms beneath him, her panties now soaked. “Fuck dinner”, she thinks as his mouth nestles between thighs. Tonight she is the buffet and he can dine to his delight.

He rises, she tastes herself on his lips. He spreads her knees apart, slips his fingers inside inside, then has her lick them clean.

His cock is throbbing, straining against its denim cage. His jeans join hers in a heap on the floor.

She wants to scratch, to claw, have his DNA beneath her gelled fingertips. Bound, at his mercy, she revels in a bit of rebellion, wrapping her legs around his waist, pulling him in tight. She slides up and down the table as he claims her again and again. She has become a living, breathing toy and she loves every second of it.

When the orgasm hits it slams into her gut, his name escapes her lips. Her gift is words, he has rendered her mute. Her tongue has gone stupid so her body speaks instead.

He soon joins her, diving head first into her into a tsunami of need, releasing himself inside her, as his lips claim hers, and teeth bite into skin.

Lifting her off the table, he unbinds her wrists, kisses her slowly, and reluctantly lets her go. She stands on weak knees, collecting herself, slips her panties on. Her nipples are hard, her flesh a maze of goose pimples as she tries to catch her breath.

“So,” he asks, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, “Now that dessert is done, how about I make you dinner?”

“I’d like that” she replies, and pours herself a glass of wine, watches him head naked to the fridge.

As a smile forms on her kiss bruised lips. She never thought of herself as a dessert kind of girl, but there is a first for everything it seems.

She takes in the muscles on his back, the ass she could bounce a coin off of and she knows what she needs. Tonight she will become a glutton, binge on her desire and need.

He begins to cook their meal, and she waits as patiently as she can. A beast has woken inside of her and it demands to be fed. She will feed it as often as it wants, again and again and again…

The Writer

Trina couldn’t sleep. It happened like this sometimes. Insomnia reared it’s ugly head, a Medusa come to life.

He had gone to sleep hours ago, used to her nocturnal wandering throughout their cozy home.

“Perils of dating a writer”, she often joked and he would simply nod his head.

She wrote for a few hours, enjoying the silence of the house. Her characters slipping from brain to keyboard, freeing up space in her way too busy mind.

She sat in her living room, soft jazz on her radio, a glass of wine in hand, absently twisting the crystal stem as she thought how to resolve her latest chapter.

A few minutes passed, then a few more and she decided to call it a night. She loosened her hair from its customary bun, feeling the weight of auburn locks as the streamed from their captor to the small of her back.

He always loved when she wore her hair down but then again he was a guy! She chuckled at the thought of him with a head of hair like hers, he too would wear it up all the time.

On slippered feet she went to the kitchen poured a cold glass of water from the tap. Her dog followed by her side, accustomed to the strange hours her mother kept.

Slipping inside the sheets, she listened to his breathing, laying her hand on his muscular chest. A sensation of warmth spread from her fingers as she made contact with his skin.

She turned on her side, her old flannel shirt rising above her waist when she felt a strong pair of arms pull her close, holding her tight.

“Cheeky man”, she thought, “not so sound asleep as I thought”

She leaned into his embrace, her stomach flooding with butterflies as his lips found her neck.

She turned to face him, her hands caressing the rough stubble on his cheek. Even in the pitch black of a moonless night she knew every outline of his face.

His eyes, not quite green from the flecks of gold reminded her of foreign jewels that shimmered when he laughed.

His lips, the ones currently on her ear lobe had some strange magic to them, able to shoot electric sparks into her skin.

She felt his erection against her back and pressed herself closer, fighting the desire to purr like a cat.

His hands fumbled with her shirt as he lifted it off her head, his mouth found eager breasts.

Clothing was shed in rapid succession, his shirt, her panties, his sweats.

Soon nothing was between them, a thin sheet over their waists and her legs parted like a flower inviting him in.

Their hips moved in unison as he thrust himself inside her, their need grew into an avalanche.

Her first orgasm shook her to her core, she tried to catch her breath. She dug her nails into his back as she cried out his name, desperate for another release.

He joined her that time, spilling himself inside her, marking her body and skin.

He kissed her softly as the untangled their limbs. “I love you” he told her as they drifted into their dreams.

She felt her eyes begin to close, her stories for the moment content to sleep.

She turned into him and wrapped her leg around his waist, finally falling to sleep.

A new day would come before they knew, another chapter waiting for her to write. Of all the stories she could ever tell, though, it was what they shared, what he made her feel; that she wished to write the rest of her life.

Countdown

Sometimes, when I’m home and the only sounds I hear is the thumping of my heartbeat, I let my mind wander through the mist of my memories till I come across the photo album of us, images flood my brain of your body, your face.

I imagine your lips pressed against mine, fingers running softly down my spine. The way your eyes shine like a cats in the dark as you slip my bottoms from my waist. Your voice is my favorite melody, a symphony inside my brain as you whisper the words that sing to my soul.

My heart rate increases, thump, thump, thump, my panties are wet.

I find myself on the bed, the one you left a few nights ago, and begin to strip off my clothes.

My fingers become your proxies exploring my body, caressing my breasts then traveling to parted thighs.

My fingertips are slick with sex, I can imagine the scent of your skin. My hair cascades on the pillow as my hips rise upward, inviting me deeper inside.

I grab the wand that sits on my nightstand and place it on my clit. I bite my bottom lip. I am on a sinking ship, capsizing into the void.

I cum with your name on my lips, feel my legs begin to shake. Laying for a moment I release a sigh, satisfied for the moment I need to start the day.

The hours tick by and soon the day is done. Dressing for bed, I climb beneath my sheets, my mind wandering down the rabbit hole into dreams.

Tick tick….tick tick…the clock at the bedside is the metronome of my heart. My countdown has started, another day, perhaps two, and I’ll be back in your arms. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, especially when it knows what it wants.

Cum to the Dom Side

I am by nature a submissive. I enjoy being given orders when it comes to sex. Tell me where you want me and how you want it and I am happy to oblige.

Knowing this, no one was more surprised than I was last night when my secret, hidden dominatrix, came roaring loudly to life.

Let me set the scene for you. My guy and I went to a local swingers club.

The theme was leather and lace. I wore a red and black lace corset, the kind that fits under your breasts, with a black lace push up bra. I had on black leather booty shorts and knee high leather boots.

I felt incredibly sexy. My hair was in a bun on the top of my head with two braids on the side. I had a black satin choker on my neck.

I wore a rather conservative black wool dress to the club since I wanted my outfit to be a surprise.

My guy, also had a surprise waiting. Under his form fitting top and jeans, he had a black leather wrap that resembled what Gladiator’s wore in the days of old.

I don’t know what it was, the outfits, the alcohol, the energy or all three but something inside me clicked. As the night wore on and people got more comfortable, I ended up shedding my dress. A few shots of fireball will make you over heat and lucky for me I had something very sexy on underneath.

I stripped down to my outfit and my guy to his, and we began to walk around. One of our friends had a dog collar on with a leash, I asked her if i could borrow it and the next thing I know, I am walking my “pet” through the club. He is a stunning specimen of a man and I was incredibly turned on by the reactions of the women around him. They wanted to touch him, kiss him, blow him and boy did they ever.

We met a very attractive, lovely woman, and things heated up quick.

She too had a collar and chain on and told me she would be happy to let me have another pet to play with. I got wet at the thought.

We went into a room where I ordered them to kiss. I wanted to watch him touching her and feeling her body.

The kissing turned to more and she eventually sat on his face where he went to town eating the offered buffet. I grabbed his cock and began to suck on it, feeling him grow hard and stiff inside my mouth. I wanted him to fuck her, wanted to watch her moan and wiggle underneath him.

He put the condom on then dove deep into her waiting pussy, pounding her hard and fast. I slapped his ass and grabbed his balls, running my nails down his back. To say I was turned on is an understatement. My guy is like a drug to me. Kissing him, touching him, it gives me goosebumps. To see another woman receiving the same pleasure was intense.

When they were finished, I leaned into both of them, kissing each on the mouth. Our new friend and I really got into the kissing and my hands caressed her breasts as I lay over my guys chest. People began to stream into the room and the moment was broken but damn what a moment it was!

Later in the evening, chain still in hand, I walked my “pet” into the main room where the women were all too happy to obey my order to worship his body. I kissed him while another woman sucked his cock, a third grabbing his balls and touching his chest.

It was a crazy night filled with many firsts, including my first oral sex session by another woman. I’ve never allowed a woman to “dine at the Y” and it was nice. Her lips where soft and her tongue was probing and wet.

All in all I had a fabulous time and am curious to explore this new, unseen side of me that I didn’t realize I had. I think in general I prefer submission but I have to admit, being in charge and giving the orders was really fucking hot.

The yin and the yang of my personality I guess. The duality of our nature and lives. We have the need to give and to take.

I am learning much about myself through my swinging experiences.

While I love to be told what to do, being the one to do the telling isn’t as bad as I thought. I could get used to explore this new side of me. Now go forth and be sexy….your mistress demands it….(;)

Samantha

Samantha was excited. She and her boyfriend were about to embark on something new. He was on his way to get her and she had to admit, the butterflies had already begun.

She wore her prettiest summer dress, a bright yellow, chiffon number with braided sleeves, her long red hair secured in a loose bun on the top of her head. Light pink gloss accentuated her lips and a touch of mascara made her green eyes pop. 

To complete her look she added a single flower in her hair, and a simple silver necklace the fell into her cleavage drawing the eye down to her perky and firm breasts encased in her favorite teal lacy bra.

He knocked on the door and when he walked in, as always her breath caught in her throat for a moment. He was tall, buff, and tan.

He had a chiseled jaw framed by a neatly trimmed goatee that still reflected the ginger red hair of his youth. His eyes, were what got her though, every single time. They were brown with flecks of gold and when he looked at her she ended up with shivers down her spine.

“Ready to go?” he asked. “As ready as I’ll ever be” she replied, a smile forming on her lips. He grabbed her hand and Sam had to steady herself by the door for a moment, the familiar jolt from his touch sending sparks into her feet.

They headed to his car, a black sporty thing, the top already down, waiting to hug the road and invite in the Springtime air. He opened the door for her and walked around to the driver’s side, fiddling with the dials before he landed on a station that played the music they both loved.

The night was bursting with promise of the adventure to come. Living so far from the city, the sky was filled with stars as far as their eyes could see, the moon full and bright, guiding them to the destination they sought.

“Are we really doing this?” she asked, “Are you sure were ready?” He slipped his hand in hers, his eyes leaving the road for a moment, to stare into hers. “Only if your sure, baby. This is for the both of us” he said.

Sam leaned back in her seat, allowing the breeze to kiss her face. She closed her eyes, taking in the moment, allowing her mind to drift into her veil of fantasies, preparing her for what lay ahead.

She had seen their pictures on the site and was attracted to them both. The husband was shorter than her Mark but built like him, fit and toned. The wife was much like her, petite and pixie cute. She had an air of innocence mixed with sexy woman that Sam found undeniably hot.

“Just dinner and drinks” she said to herself “Just dinner and drinks and no expectations, well see what the night brings as it happens” she thought.

They arrived at the restaurant and walked inside, the first to arrive they found a table in the corner in a discreet, less crowded spot. Sitting next to the window they would be able to see when they arrived.  “I feel like a teenager” she said. “I can’t believe I’m so nervous to meet them”.

“Me too” he replied. “I keep hoping they will like us and that our text conversations will translate into ‘real life’, let’s order a drink, they will be here soon”.

“Is that them? I think it might be…” she said. “Yep, there they are. Are you ready? Do you remember our signal if you want to leave?” he asked.

“Yes white wine for now and red wine if I’m feeling weird and want to back out”,she replied.

Just as she finished her sentence, the couple they were there to meet walked in. Their pictures did not disappoint. He was even more handsome in person and she was exotic. “Jasmine, Steven? Hi, it’s so nice to meet you both”

They talked over appetizers  and dinner then drinks. It turned out they all had a lot in common and as the night went on, Samantha felt herself relax. “I wonder what his lips will taste like” she thought, “I wonder what her breasts would feel like in my mouth…” As she sat there, politely discussing the minutia of life, Sam felt herself growing wet as she imagined what lay underneath their conservative and tasteful clothes.

“We were wondering,” Steven said, “We have a room up the road and if you would like to continue this evening somewhere a bit more comfortable we would like you to join us for a nightcap”

Without exchanging a word between them, Sam, knew immediately that the answer would be yes. They had been fantasizing, planning, talking, thinking of a night like this for months. She was ready and so was he. This couple felt right, it felt comfortable and good.

Mark answered for them as his hand grazed the back of Jasmine’s while Stevens fingers stroked the top of Sam’s thigh under the table “We would like that” he said, “why don’t we head out”.

They paid their checks and got into their cars, Sam and Mark following behind them to the hotel up the block. They walked hand in hand to room #226, the door closing behind them with an audible click.

“This is it” thought Sam, “It’s gonna happen, it’s real”….her brain suddenly shut off with the touch of Steven’s hand on her ass and Jasmine’s mouth on her lips….

 

 

 

Night Ride

The sky is pitch black, the sun has long set on the day. We hop onto the ATV’s, my arms wrapped around his waist tight.

Today was my first experience on one and it was both thrilling and terrifying all at once.

I feel so alive, almost electric, my smile hard to contain. We are with new friends who’ve invited us to join them on their camping excursion in their tiny slice of Paradise. This is our second outing of the day, having recharged from an afternoon exploring the woods and the river beds hidden deep inside.

We drive through an old junkyard, my eyes becoming saucers as I take in the sights. An old abandoned VW bus is illuminated by our headlights. My mind begins to race. Did it make it to Woodstock? Did hitchhikers, thumbs raised high, duffle bags slung over shoulders ride inside?

We pass a tiny camper, the kind built for two. I can imagine a newlywed couple spending the night in there, on their first jaunt out as man and wife. Did they make mad, passionate love inside the creaky bed, or light a campfire and gaze at the stars right outside their door?

We make our way to an area completely abandoned by others, a hidden spot that is only known to our friends. The hill to get down is utterly terrifying and my scream echoes into the night.

We land on soft, un-trodden sand and it takes a good 10 minutes for my heart to cease it’s race out of my chest.

Music flows from the portable speaker we’ve brought on our journey and we place a small lantern into the sand. It is the only light on this moonless night save for the twinkling of a million stars overhead.

He grabs my hand and leads my off the bike, takes me to an area a little away from our friends. He wraps his arms around me, warm, strong, muscular ones that make me feel safe and at peace. “I want to show you something” he whispers in my ear, as his lips graze the side of my neck. “Look out into the trees” he says.

I do and my breath catches in my throat, as I immediately feel a sense of wonder and awe. Thousands upon thousands of lightening bugs dot the trees. It is as if God has turned on the Christmas lights in June.

Goosebumps raise on my flesh and I wipe a tear from my eye. In that moment I am one with the Universe. Completely in tune to the magic that surrounds us but that we rarely ever have the chance to see.

I can only utter “amazing” as I try to process the brilliant show being played before my eyes. I turn to him and stand on my tip toes, he is so much taller than me. “I love you” I tell him, “Thank you for a perfect night”.

He kisses me softly then with abandon and electricity races down into my feet. The music on the radio has changed, it is something sensual and slow, and my body responds to it’s beat.

We make our way back to the ATV, our friends already sitting on theirs. 6 people, 3 couples, sharing a moment with one another in a singular space in time.

He straddles the machine and I climb on his lap, my kisses turning more urgent with every second that ticks by. I can feel him growing hard beneath me, his desire hard for him to contain.

He unbuckles his shorts and lowers them to his waist, I remove my white cotton panties, casting them into the sand. I straddle his lap, my eyes never leaving his as he enters me my teeth biting my bottom lip.

I glance out into the barely lit darkness and notice our friends have had a similar idea. One woman is bent over her bike, her ass in the air as he guy enters her from behind. The other is leaned back on the seat, her man exploring between her thighs as her legs curl around his head. My attention is drawn back to my own man whose lips are now biting softly on my neck.

He re-positions me over the top of the bike, taking me from behind. My dress still on but raised above my hips, the wind biting into my naked skin. I have to hold back the moan of pleasure that wants to escape my lips, knowing in this place we are in it will echo deep into the night.

I grab the handle bars with all my might, steadying myself as he thrusts deeper inside. I can feel my orgasm building and know it’s only a matter of time. My body shudders with release and I begin to relax, feeling his weight lean into me as we catch our breath and come back to a different state of mind. One of the couples has wandered further down the beach, the other couple is still on their ATV, the sound of their bodies meeting resonating in what I’ve come to think of a sacred space.

We remove the remainder of our clothing and walk naked hand in hand across the soft sand, letting it sink into our toes as our feet touch the cool water beneath. He wraps me in his arms once more and kisses my face and I tell him I love him with all that I am.

In all my life, in all the people I’ve met and the lovers I’ve chosen, he by far has been the best. Not because of the act of sex, but because of the time and memories he chooses to create. We walk back to our bikes and put our clothes back on. It’s almost 1 am and it’s time to head back for the night.

We’ve had several swinging experiences together but none quite like this. It is sensual, erotic, a throw back to the days of old when people experienced life together in a different way. As we ride back I wrap my arms around him tightly, my face pressed into his back, taking in the scent of his skin as the air whips my hair around my face.

I never knew a year ago I would find myself one night in the woods with 5 other people and would have one of the best one on one experiences of my life.

Life is a lot like that ATV ride into the woods in the dead of night. Unexpected treasures lay around every bend, we only have to be brave enough to take the path not taken and blaze the trail instead.

Pieces of Me

Sitting in my bed, snuggled beneath the comforter, I listen to the music that blares from the speaker on the stand.

The lyrics flow through me then in me, my eyes begin to close.

Your face so unfamiliar a short time ago, now etched into my brain. Eyes like blue crystals, a beach in paradise on a warm summers day. The dimple in your cheek, that shows when you laugh, rough stubble on your face. Lips like wine that invite me to drink them in and savor the taste.

I think of a few nights ago, driving back to your place. Your hand enclosing my own, no words needed just soaking in the sense of peace.

I looked out the window, towards a horizon colored in pinks, orange and blues. The angels took out their brushes it seemed, painting that phenomenal view.

I am struck by how right it feels, no longer strangers, we’ve become more. The simple act of cooking a meal, sitting at the table with only candle light.

The air is charged, what’s between us is tangible and strong. Trying so hard to focus, I could only think of you inside me, the magic of your cock.

Eating no longer an option, the plates are pushed carelessly aside. Your lips on mine turn me into jelly, I’m like a baby kitten, vulnerable and weak.

I cannot lie, I’ve become addicted and you’re lips are my drug and supplier, feeding this overwhelming need.

I loose my breath, clinging to you for oxygen. I have to take you in. Your fingers are like torches melting into my skin. I am seared and scarred in the best possible way, your imprint leaving marks beneath my flesh. The switch is flipped and I’m electrified, I scream, scratch and bite. The sensations are so intense they overwhelm me, pleasure merging into an ecstasy of pain.

You’ve unbound me from inhibition, I’m free floating in outer space.

Satiated for the moment we laid crumbled in a heap, our breathing syncs without thought. This is so natural it scares me. I’m afraid of getting hurt, too afraid to let go.

I didn’t look for you. Never crossed my mind. Yet here I am and here we are drifting into the unknown.

What a wonderful surprise to find someone you never knew you would need but can’t fathom now being without.

I sit, in my bedroom, beneath the sheets. Music flows into my ears and beneath my flesh.

I see your face as a smile finds mine and I cannot help but think. Each time I say goodbye, another piece of me is left. I count the days till I can see you knowing they have been well kept.

Pieces here and pieces there, it’s a difficult thing to do.

So hold me close inside your arms and dance with me so slow. Let me kiss your lips and collect them. I love you more than you’ll ever know.

Feed The Beast

It starts with a kiss so soft and sweet, gentle; a breeze on a warm summers day. Tentative then urgent, the beast begins to stir.

Eyes close, senses comes to life. Fingertips, awake from their slumber, sentient and aware.

Hands touch then move, caressing breasts and thighs.

Passion turns to need, they are overcome by desire and lust.

Electricity transfers from lips to feet.

Its mouth open wide it feeds, demanding the bodies merge into one.

Clothes are shed, limbs entangle, they writhe like animals in the forest.

It opens its arms inviting them in, wrapping them in its embrace. Down into the rabbit hole they venture, into wonderland where pleasure meets ecstasy, they cannot escape.

Moaning turns to screams, desire consuming them from within. The beast is starving, it must be fed.

Hearts beat in time, they struggle to catch their breath. They lay in a heap, exhausted and spent.

Satiated for the moment the beast allows them a rest. They will need it for soon it will wake, this demanding master of flesh.

It starts with a kiss so soft and sweet…

…a breeze on a warm summers day….

The Weekend

Have you ever had a weekend where you come home and count the fingerprints that left marks in your skin? It’s like erotic connect the dot where every trace of your finger is a road map where his have been.

You close your eyes and can still feel him on you and inside you. You breathe in and the scent of his skin sends goosebumps up your flesh.

Your hand slides down your body and between your legs that are wet at memories of his touch. Your finger slips inside yourself and you imagine his cock.

You grab your vibrator and lie on your pillows, feel the softness of cotton sheets. In and out your fingers move, you push the vibrator on your clit.

Your legs spasm as you cum, and a smile alights on your face. You go outside and light a cigarette and think of the night before, your fingers start playing connect the dots with the marks he left…

Have you ever had a weekend like that? Hmmm neither have I……

…………………..or perhaps, I did 😉

Wicked Games

We sit in the living room, a music video playing on the tv. I sip my wine and feel the liquid warmth spread through my veins leaving me as light and airy as a balloon on a summers breeze.

He tugs at my hand and pulls me towards him, thick, hungry lips seeking mine.

With a swift movement he pushes me onto my knees before him his hands holding my shoulders as his hips raise towards my face.

“Put my cock in your mouth” he commands and eagerly I comply. My fingers yank and tug at his drawstring, then pull impatiently at his boxers. I grasp him and draw down my mouth, my tongue tasting him then taking him in.

He grabs his phone and the flash momentarily blinds me, as he snaps pic after pic. I look up at him with large doe eyes, my jaw struggling to to open wide enough to accommodate him.

He stares into my eyes as I suck his cock then tells me to rise.

I follow him to the bedroom and he throws me onto our bed. There will be no “love making” tonight, only pure, raw animal sex.

He grabs my pajama bottoms and yanks them down then thrusts himself inside me, my legs snaking around his waist.

“Who do you own?” I whisper to him, nails leaving streaks of red down his back.

“You” he half growl, half says then his teeth sink into my neck.

He pulls me and moves me like a rag doll, powerless beneath strong hands.

He slips into my ass, then slips his fingers inside my sex, I push the vibrator on to my clit. My orgasm takes me in every direction and I am shaking as I try to catch my breathe. We lay for a moment before he’s at it again, throwing me onto his chest.

He is a glove, my body the fingers and I begin to rock my hips. My hair is pulled back and he thrusts harder his other hand finding my neck. As he squeezes he asks me “Whose body is this? Whose orgasm do I control?”

“Mine” I tell him, as I give into the sensation words pouring from breathless lips.

Over and over I spasm, stifling my cries from feelings almost too intense.

He brings me to the edge then back again a cruel yet wickedly delicious game. He is the puppeteer and I his marionette giving in to the pull of my strings.

I follow his lead into the stratosphere, feel the Earth melt away. It here I lose then find myself, aware of every cell firing like machine guns under my skin.

Later, as we lay in a heap of tangled limbs amongst discarded clothes I run my fingers over his face.

I cannot imagine my life from before. It feels like some washed out, faded dream.

In losing myself I’ve been found. I’ve woken the woman who was fast asleep.

Moments like these are my nectar, I drink greedily from the cup.

He is mine and I am his, we belong to others too. Fantasies once only in the mind are the wicked games we play at dark.

Gold Star

She reached for his hand, and tipped her head back, closing her eyes as she settled into the soft leather seat. Her eyes closed and she took a deep breath, his cologne filling her nose and music enveloping her ears.

The tires hugged the pavement as they traveled in the cool fall night, and she found a smile had formed on her lips.

As her fingers traced lazy circles in his palm, she asked,”Do you think we’ll like them? That they will like us?”

Even with her eyes closed she could sense the light that was dancing in his gold flecked eyes.

“Of course”, he replied, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing it. “If I can’t take my eyes off you, he doesn’t stand a chance”.

Her stomach turned its usual somersault at the contact of his lips on her skin.

“And,” he went on, as she noticed the car had come to a stop, “We’re here so your about to find out….”

She stretched out her fingers and found his hand, the familiar current of electricity between them shooting through her skin.

“Do you think we’ll like them? That they will like us?” In spite of her eyes

“ Do you think we’ll like them? They’ll like us?” She asked. Eyes still shut she was aware that he was smiling, amusement in his tone. “Look at you”, he replied, “ you’re beautiful, how could they not?”

Her pulse quickened and she was grateful the car was dark as it hid the blush spreading on her cheeks. A decade together and yet, a few words from him turned her into a school girl with a crush headed to her first date.

They had been together for years yet everytime he spoke this way, she felt like a school girl on her first date, nervous and a little shy.

Opening her eyes she glanced over, taking in the lines of his jaw, the scruff

Soon they arrived, and he went to her side to open the door, clasping his fingers around hers, an anchor for her ship that steadied her each night.

They entered the bar and found them. Her eyes taking them from across the room. “Damn” she thought, he most definitely knew her likes.

The man was muscular with jet black hair cropped close to his head. Even from her vantage point as she made her way towards them she could tell he, like her husband, was sleek and fit. The woman was equally beautiful. Her long hair cascading around her shoulders with eyes that sparkled and danced. She was tall, classy and together they made a well matched set.

After initial hugs they all sat round the small table and conversation flew by. They had much in common and with the relief, she realized hours had passed, no awkwardness in sight.

From there they hit the club, music enveloping them like blankets on a cold winters night. It wasn’t long before they found themselves switching partners. She with her husband and her husband with his wife. The beats thumped around them, inside of them, as bodies pushed around 4 people lost in a world of their own.

She took her time in the club, enjoying the build up to the kiss, choosing for awhile to merely touch. Fingers snaking beneath his shirt, teaching the outlines of his pecs, fit like her husband yet completely his own. His lips grazed her neck and she shivered down to the tips of her toes.

She glanced to the level above where her husband was holding their new friend round her waist, his arms wrapped round and pulled her in tight. As he kissed her, she watched, feeling the wetness growing between her thighs.

She turned her attentions back to her friend and was satisfied to feel the sparks in her toes when their own lips met.

In agreement they decided to leave the club and make their way towards the hotel and the suite with a hot tub they had booked “just in case”

It didn’t take long before the party truly began, clothing shedding from bodies like molting snakes in the desert sun.

Her husband and the woman took the bed, she and the man took the hot tub, bodies sliding into water soothing desire parched skin.

She climbed onto his lap, a pair of black lace panties separating need and want. She kissed his lips and neck, as he ran his hands down her back. His erection pressed firmly against her as she let the water rock them from side to side.

When she could stand it no longer he grabbed the condom then rejoined her in the tub. Her panties floated on the surface as he dove deep inside. She titled her back, feeling her hair dip into the water, as he leaned in biting the hollow of her neck.

Twin screams of pleasure escaped from the room as she and the woman cried out to the night. As her body moved in time with the mans, slippery legs wrapped tightly round his waist, she knew only a few feet away, her husband and the woman where in their own pool of desire, swimming deeply in a sea of want and lust.

After a time, they came back to reality, satiated long enough to leave the tub and make their way to the bed. Joining the two naked bodies illuminated by the moon shining through the blinds.

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment, overwhelmed with the beauty of the site.

She slowly crawled onto the bed, drinking in the site of her husband, flesh pressed against the woman’s back. She felt her fingers reach, then touch the soft and silky skin of the woman, then arched her back as the man thrust inside her and she suckled her new friends breast. She moved to her lips, and kissed pillow soft lips, so different from that of men. Her husband pulled her hair, bringing her head up to his for a kiss. Releasing her, she became a laser her mouth zeroing in on his cock, the taste of him flooding her tastebuds as delicate feminine fingers caressed her breasts. All the while her hips moved to the rhythm of the cock that filled her, her back arched like a cat as he gripped her hips.

Not a single one of them was aware of the time. It seemed the world had melted away as they lost themselves in a tangle of arms and legs.

When another orgasm rocked her she felt herself quiver then her legs began to shake. One by one like dominoes they joined her in her leap till satisfied they lay naked and panting over ecstasy’s cliff.

The clock read 3 am and reality rudely shoved its way back in. Reluctantly they began to dress, knowing responsibilities could not be dismissed. With hugs and kisses they parted ways, each already anticipating their meeting the following week.

As they made their way home in the dark, empty streets, she could not hide the smile that spread to her cheeks. Opening her notepad she wrote a reminder to buy a packet of gold star stickers, a new inside joke that made her laugh with glee. The woman had mentioned as they lay naked in the bed, limbs entwined like fallen branches in a Summer breeze “so did we pass? Do we get a gold star?” as she let out a musical laugh.

“Indeed” she thought as her hand laced inside her husbands and she once more leaned back into the comfort of her seat. She would give them each one the next time they met.

She looked at her husband and blew a kiss towards his scruffy cheek. He squeezed her hand and in the moment it took to glance at her before directing his gaze to the road, she saw everything she ever needed to know.

“You’re not just my gold star” she began, her voice choked with the moment and what she felt. “You’re my moon and my sun and I love you so”.

She leaned back in her chair and in moments was fast asleep. She knew he would get them home safely and knew her cat nap was necessary for it was not yet the end of this night.

In a few hours they would wake, bodies pulled like magnets towards each other the events of the night playing in a loop through their heads.

As they pulled and tugged off clothing letting it fall in heaps to the floor, they connected their bodies and minds saying everything they needed without words.

They would see them again, she thought, as they settled into sleep. She had a feeling this was the start of something special indeed.

Last Night

There is something magical that happens when you let yourself be open to all the possibilities in love and relationships.

When you rip open the box society has placed you in you discover a world that is far more complex and beautiful than you ever imagined.

Last night was one of those nights. This expansion of body, mind, and soul transcends words and can only be felt.

To open your heart to more than one person. To allow yourself to be vulnerable and simultaneously brave, it transforms your reality and shows you paths you never imagined.

I sit here with a smile on my face and my brain jumbled with thoughts, my body is pins and needles and it feels so fucking right.

There is no glass ball to look in, no tea leaves to be read. The future is just as unknown today as it was the day before.

Yet, somehow, strangely, it feels more certain too.

Walking then running then leaping into the unknown, free-falling into something so outside of my comfort zone.

Love is the most powerful of emotions for in it is wrapped, hope, fear, and desire. It is a magnet that draws you into the mind and body of another and pulls you in tight.

Sleeping in the arms of one man, waking up to feel the kiss of another, so strangely beautiful and hard to quantify.

The box is not merely ripped, it lays shredded beneath my feet. Freed from convention, I am an explorer in a foreign land, ready to take in the sights.

Love x 2

His hands slide around my throat, the pressure intense but familiar, enough of a squeeze to feel his fingers not enough to cause me fear. Years of practice has made this second nature for us, with him I am safe.

He forces me further into the pillow as he rams his cock into my from behind. He pulls me by the back of my hair, forcing my back to arch like a cats while his cock claims me inside.

“Tell me again what you told him”, he commands, his breath heaving between thrusts.

“I told him I was falling for him. That I think I’m falling in love.”

With this utterance, teeth find their way to my neck, sink into my flesh and I begin to quiver then shake.

“You belong to me” he whispers “I will share you but you are mine”.

I kiss him hard and let go, my orgasm taking me away. Never did I imagine we would have conversations like these, how being with others would turn us on and so thoroughly get us off.

This is such a strange yet oddly exciting moment in our lives.

Discovering the new while renewing the old. It has been a nonstop month of fucking, making love and claiming one another, dogs in the yard marking their scent.

As it has always been the last few weeks, our sharing of our evenings with our partners makes us feral. Our need to claim each other is intense. We claw, we scratch, we bite.

We whisper dirty things to each other in the dark, feeding off the energy flowing from fingertips and toes.

Then it changes, it slows down, our heart rate begins to decrease. We look into each other’s eyes, hands touching faces, lips expressing love. He moves inside me with such grace and fluidity I forget he is another body, not an extension of myself.

“I love you”, I tell him, and every inch of my mind, body and soul means those three beautiful words. He stares into my eyes, he says it back, and when we again kiss, I catch a glimpse of paradise.

This is as powerful as our raw, beast like coupling from before, an expression of what we mean to each other, and it rivals anything seen on a movie screen. There is passion, compassion, peacefulness and love flowing into the air like mist on the sea.

Everything I feel, everything I am, transfers from my heart into lips that softly kiss his lips, his eyes, his cheek.

I am free floating in space without a tether, my feelings a vast and infinite cosmos that cannot be contained.

I am in love with my husband, falling hard and fast for someone else and it is all with his consent and blessing.

It is this mix of excitement and fear that leaves me breathless and filled with butterflies all at once.

My husband too is falling, for my boyfriends wife, and she is just the kind of woman I am proud to know and call a friend.

The four of us lean on each other as we navigate this uncharted territory without a guide. We talk, we process, we laugh. We are more than lovers, we are morphing into family and it feels natural and right.

Falling for someone else has awakened the feelings I had when my husband and I first met. Never able to get enough of him, wanting to feel his touch, hear his voice. That same sense of urgency has rushed back in, falling like rain on sun parched skin.except this time though, there is the added benefit of truly knowing and loving him, making me want him all the more.

This need to connect. To remind him of what he means to me. He is my home. This thing we are doing, it is like expanding our house with additional rooms for new tenants who have slipped so easily into the fabric of our lives.

I cannot lie and say I am not a little afraid. Opening your heart to one person is intense, to two at the same time is powerful and leaves you vulnerable too.

I do not want to be hurt. I do not want to hurt someone else. I am constantly aware that I walk the finest of lines but that, I think, is making me a better partner all around.

My husband releases himself inside my body, a place my lover was a few hours before. Both so different in body and character yet each feels so incredibly right.

I lay in our bed and feel his fingers trace lazy circles on my skin, enjoy the goosebumps that raise on my back.

I am happy. I am content. I am, I realize, gloriously in the moment and grateful to be loved so intensely and to freely return it.

Before bed I text my lover to tell him goodnight then lay my head on my husbands shoulder, snuggling into his chest, taking in his scent.

Love isn’t meant to be caged. It is meant to have wings, and the love I am surrounding myself with has helped me learn to fly.

Under the Willow Tree

You can find everything you need to know about someone in a kiss. In one single gesture you can convey lust, love, passion and even anger.

It is an exchange of energies that transcends voice or touch.

This why when he kissed me under the willow tree my knees went weak and my body turned to rubber.

For weeks we had been dancing around it. The tension building between us, like fog on a country road.

An accidental brush of his fingers as he passed by me in the hall, sent sparks straight into my toes. His knee brushing against mine as we sat doing our homework and butterflies beat their wings beneath my breast.

I did not know that a chance partnering in our chemistry class would lead to chemistry of our own.

We began to study together, first in the quad, then over coffee, each night a little longer than the last.

Our conversations shifted. From school work to home life to wishes and hopes.

I could feel this coming, like a train barreling off the tracks, directly towards my soul. I found myself waiting for his texts, excited to go to class, if only for the stolen glances exchanged through dry lectures in monotone.

I am honestly not sure what changed tonight, what impulse made us close our books and get in his car. We drove aimlessly, no destination in mind, just happiness to at being together on this balmy fall night.

We passed the clearing at first, then doubled back. It was some strange pull, some weird connection that said, “this is it, this is the spot”.

We pulled the car into the field and began to walk, the night air nipping at my back. It was like we had been transported to another world, a secret place made just for us, filled with wonder, hidden in plain sight.

We found the tree a bit down the path and somehow both seemed to understand. This, this grand, majestic willow, who guarded moments of all who passed, would bear witness to our first kiss.

He reached for my hand and I took a moment to catch my breath. A current ran from his arm to mind, like an electric cord plugged in.

He turned me towards the tree so that my back rested against it gnarled, wisend trunk and then he leaned in. His lips, soft like velvet touched my own and I thought if I died in this very moment I would be content.

I have been kissed before, of course, college has had its share of hookups, shake ups and “maybe this is it”, but nothing has ever prepared me for this.

I see fireworks in my head, feel a rush as if I’ve snorted a line of coke. I am high I realize as my hands dig into his back. All of my senses leave me as we lose control. Our movements are frenzied and raw, we become taken over by pure animal lust.

His belt buckle snaps onto my finger in my haste to remove it from his pants. His fingers rip into my shirt, clawing at the fabric that keeps him from his goal.

Our lips, our lips never release, we are magnetized and cannot pull apart. Clothes fall onto the soft grass, discarded pieces of proper lives. He reluctantly removes his mouth from mine and suddenly I feel incomplete, like I’m missing a piece of myself.

He lays his jacket onto the grass and then me on to it. His lips find their way back to mine but this time it is tender and soft. We begin to breathe into each other, exchanging energy and need without ever saying a word.

When he enters my body, I bite my lip, stifling the scream that years for release. It has never felt so right, so good, and the first wave of orgasms hit me in no time at all.

I do not know how long we stay, time is endless in this magical spot. We explore, kiss and touch for hours, neither of us wanting to break the spell we’ve fallen under.

Eventually from sheer exhaustion over want we know we must call it a night. We gather our clothing and slowly dress, memorizing the lines and planes of bodies once strange now familiar and right.

He drops me off at my door, my fingers still buzzing from his touch, my lips raw and bruised, yet already missing their mate.

“Same time for study group tomorrow”, he asks, a devilish glint in his hazel eyes.

“Yes”, I tell him as I hurry inside. There is so much yet to learn and explore and I realize that I am more than ready to be taught. To think a year ago the idea of college had me scared out my mind. Perhaps it won’t be as bad as I thought.

Date Night Part 3

The saga will come to an end in part 3 of Date Night (or will it…)

My lips are bruised. My thighs chafed and raw. I stopped counting the finger prints on my arms and legs after I got to 5. I slip on my comfy sweats too swollen in delicate areas for jeans, settle in with a cup of coffee and replay the events of last night. Should anyone walk into the living room they will wonder why I am sitting here with a stupid grin on my face and basically pajamas in the middle of the day.

He knocked on the door after work. I refused to do another white knuckle drive. My overnight bag packed hours before we headed out to grab dinner to eat at his place.

It’s funny how it works, after a week or two of spending time with someone new, conversations flow with ease, what was once unfamiliar is now comforting.

Once we arrive we head inside to greet his wife. My husbands lover and my now dear friend who is so similar to myself it took us both by surprise.

This is the first time it’s just been the 3 of us as my husband is at a function and won’t arrive till late. I can’t deny it, even now, just recalling this I am getting a little wet. I had wondered what it might be like and was not disappointed one bit.

We sat him down on the couch taking turns kissing him and each other, exploring the sensations and touch. When she and I went down on him together I wanted my camera if only to capture the look of pleasure and desire that crossed his face. It was a moment captured if not by camera then my minds eye and image seared into my brain.

We teased my husband with texts telling him to hurry up, and join the party at hand. When he arrived it was but minutes before he was naked, worshipped and adored. Did I mention these are lucky men?

She climbed on his lap and I on his face and his moans became muffled under my thighs.

Click. Click. Click. The sound of my camera echoed in the room as her husband caught magic and froze time.

We tried to watch a movie, honestly we did, but soon my pants where around my ankles and his cock inside me as we tried our best to be quiet. It is not easy though when your body is rocked by current and your head is screaming “this. This is what it means to be alive”

We glanced over at my husband and his wife who had begun their own silent dance of two and the movie was forgotten as we gave in to one another on the sofa, in the dimly lit living room.

Eventually, I lost track of time, we said our goodnights and I went to his room, my husband to hers.

We swore we would sleep, truly we did, but an hour passed, then another two.

It is like this when you first connect. Your brain is flooded with chemicals, you are constantly high. A touch, a kiss, fuck even breath on your neck and you crave them, need them inside you, it is never enough.

I remember once, long ago, reading a study on when people first meet. From your brains signals to the saliva in your mouth, every inch of you is designed to accept the pleasure you receive.

The scans they did showed that it is the same as doing coke, each time you connect is another high.

It is how I feel as my I drift in and out of the moment, like I’ve been drugged, my system on overload, my nerves humming and alive.

Just kissing is out of the question because it leads to my clothes on the floor. My body cannot get close enough, my hands cannot touch enough, there is never enough time to explore.

I lost myself over and over again, through a kiss, through his cock, through his touch. As I thought of my husband, in the next room, laying naked with my friend, their bodies pressed close in the dark, I became turned on once more.

In the morning, we dress, head downstairs for breakfast, the evidence of last night, discarded shirts, socks and panties strewn across the floor.

We all pitch in and help clean up, then shortly say our goodbyes. In the morning light, with plates of eggs and coffee mugs in hand, I am struck by the natural feeling of it all.

We are friends and lovers, lovers and friends and it feels incredibly right. There is no weirdness, no regret, no “walk of shame” just four people discovering a different way of life.

There is fucking, the kind I’ve done countless times before and then there is this. It is deeper, better, something more.

As we drive home, I hold my husbands hand and I tell him how thankful I am to have him in my life. In opening our hearts to others it is strengthening the thread connecting us, allowing us to appreciate each other more.

In her eyes I see how special he is. In his eyes he sees how another views me. We are wearing another persons lenses and it has sharpened our eyesight.

I am learning much through this exploration we are on, every day I discover something new. It hits me that it is not us who have it wrong but the message we are told from the day we are born.

You can have more than one person in your life because your heart is bottomless and has room to be filled. You can take the intensity of the new and reclaim the intensity with the old. Lust, love, need, want it all comes together to drive you mad with passion and a need for more.

We walk into our house and he kisses me with an intensity that leaves me breathless. I am suddenly airborne as I am thrown over his shoulder and taken to our bed. Our clothes come off in a frenzied fury of want and lust, just like that I have “snorted another line”. I look into his eyes as I orgasm, my nails dig into his back.

“I love you” I tell him as emotions crest and flow throughout me, for in this moment, there is no one else but the two of us. The world outside has ceased.

We lay on our bed, his seed mingling inside my body with my lovers from a few hours before. I can smell them both on my skin, feel the fingers in my hair touch the phantom ones from the night before.

My coffee has grown cold as I’ve lost myself in thought and I stand to warm it and resume my day. Tonight is a new night and we’ll see them again.

I suspect tomorrow will be a day of rest. This well fucked, full hearted, happy and content body will need a break!

Date Night Part 2

Date night part 2….

(And the fun times continue….)

My radio blares from the tiny speaker on my counter as I run a brush through my hair. My voice,sadly off key fills the now steamy bathroom as I ready myself for the night. I grab my body oil and rub it into my skin, relishing the silky smoothness it creates.

Back in my bedroom I go through my lingerie drawer deciding what color feels right tonight. I have a rainbow to choose from and settle on a fuschia and pink set, vintage style with hip huggers and half corset that hugs my breasts. It is the perfect combination of sexy and sweet and I have a feeling he will love it.

I throw on a casual sweater and tights, I love keeping him guessing on wether what is underneath is naughty or nice.

My husband has to work late, so I shoot him a text, “heading out. Be home in a few hours. I love you’

“Love you too, have fun tonight” comes his reply.

The road is already dark, rain and fog make it nearly impossible to see. I drive slow and careful, my brain says be cautious, my body says hurry up. After what feels like forever, I arrive. I head inside and greet him with a kiss which leads to me suspended in mid air, legs around his waist, really being kissed.

The wall digs into my back but I’m oblivious, I’m lost somewhere in space. Eventually coming up for air he puts my feet on the floor and I grin as I say “hello”. That, I think, is how all girls should be greeted, as I touch my now tender lip.

Jazz music is playing and the smell of the dinner he’s made for us fills my nose reminding me I need to eat. It is hard to concentrate on dinner though, when what I crave is dessert. We set our alarm, tonight we are on limited time and finish up our meal. It takes only a few seconds before our lips reconnect and we make our way to the living room where I am commanded to change. I strip slowly, letting him take my body in then put on the skin tight pink dress he likes so much. It hugs every curve and fits like a glove. He tells me to sit on the sofa and I look up at him with wide eyes. Tonight he is “sir” his wish my command and he quickly shows me what he desires.

Hand wrapped tightly in my hair, he pulls down his pants and I open my mouth. I just ate but am suddenly starved and when he tells me to look at him I do. His cock is my lollipop and i have a hell of a sweet tooth tonight.

He stands me up and takes my hand,has me walk up the stairs my dress around my waist. I am half tempted to turn around and have him take me on the landing but I do my best to obey.

On his bed are a few new toys and a handwritten note from his wife. “Have fun” it reads and signed with a heart. I cannot hide the smile on my face. I am one lucky woman I think just as “Bend over the bed” is demanded, his voice a half whisper, half growl full of authority and desire.

“Yes sir”, I reply. He grabs my ass as he thrusts himself inside me and I hold onto the sheets as my feet lift off the floor.

I arch my back to meet him, my hair falling down my waist. He stands me up and turns me to face him and we tumble to the floor. The carpet is rough on my tender skin but I pay it no mind. I am a girl on fire lost in the throws of lust.

Back on the bed he tells me to close my eyes then to keep my hands above my head. The soft feel of feathers tickle my skin followed by cold metal running across my thighs. I shiver and do my best to lay still, giving him time to explore.

His fingers are inside me and I soon learn he can fuck me with more than his cock. I wriggle away and he holds me down, “you’ll take what I give you” so I do.

He puts his fingers in my mouth, I taste myself on his skin. I loose my role and forget myself command him to “fuck me now”. We are both it turns out, a bit of a switch.

He takes the new toy, turns it on, holding the remote out of my reach. This lovely toy is has two ends and I am giddy with excitement, as he fills me with it then himself. I grab my wand and place it on my clit feeling every nerve ending in my body come to life. I think how beautiful chemistry is as I give in to an orgasm that doesn’t end.

It is like that first shot of alcohol, the first hit of a joint. A warmth spreads through your belly then down into your toes. You feel tingly and numb yet gloriously alive. I am an addict and this is my drug I want another hit.

On my back, my stomach and knees, he puts his cock where he desires, I’ve become his living doll.

Our bodies are frenzied as we touch and kiss, magnets in the others orbit we cannot pull apart.

The alarm signals it’s time to go and I search for my clothes. I will laugh the next morning as his wife sends me pics of the clothes I left behind.

I kiss him at the door as I say goodbye and white knuckle my way back on twisty country roads.

As I pull into my driveway I see my husband is home and my heart begins to beat like humming bird wings. As I share the details of my adventure I feel him growing hard in my hand. “I called him sir” I tell him as pushes me onto the couch. “Should I do the same for you?” I ask. He grabs my hair and fucks my mouth in reply.

He lifts me in his arms and carries me to our bed pulls my shirt over my head. He binds my wrists with the sleeves then bites into the hollow of my neck.

He is on me then in me and I yell out his name my body trembling with desire. His eyes are feral as he takes what’s his and I fall again off the cliff. When he is ready he pulls out cumming on my stomach, my breasts. I have been marked, reclaimed and it feels so fucking right.

I lay in our bed and close my eyes sighing with happiness. For two solid nights I’ve given up and given in, letting them play cat to my mouse.

Finger shaped bruises line my pale skin, war wounds earned on the battlefield of lust and love.

I curl up beside him my head nestled on his chest. I listen to his breathing as sleep overtakes us both. I feel the now familiar stirring of the butterflies forming inside my belly and I smile. Tomorrow we will see them both.

If one on one is this much fun, I can hardly wait for Two on two….

Date Night

I watch him as he gets ready. A pair of well worn jeans hug his hips and soft sweater clings to his muscular chest..

He grabs his leather coat and his car keys from the dresser then comes to me for a kiss.

“See you around 10”, he says as he heads towards the door.

I smile as I think of where he is headed, happy for him and for her.

My husband is on a date with his girlfriend and I feel myself getting wet at the thought.

My mind wanders to what they are doing. The view of his body and the sound of her voice. I head to my bedroom and lay down on the bed, my magic wand grasped tightly in my hand. It doesn’t take long, I am already halfway there and I lay for a moment as pleasant spams move like lightening bolts under my skin.

He strolls in a few hours later and I hold myself back from jumping him in the hall. He begins to prepare for bed and I head into our spare room, putting on the black teddy and thigh highs I’ve hidden there.

He grins when I emerge, his eyes taking me in and growing wide.

“Damn”, he says, as his hands wrap around me and cup my ass. Electricity soars through my toes, his lips find mine and I am lifted off the ground and carried cave man style to our room.

We are no longer proper professional humans with respectable jobs and lives. We are animals, desperate to remove the barriers of clothing that prevent our bodies from merging into one.

He throws me down, ripping of my panties, burying his face between my thighs. His tongue is on me and inside me and I grip his ears with my hands holding him like a vice. The sensations are overwhelming, I feel them from fingers to toes. I am a ship on rocky ocean and only he can bring me back to shore.

He slides up my body, my legs snaking round his back pulling him deeply inside. Our bodies move in sync, our breathe becomes ragged and fast.

“I can smell her on your skin” I tell him, as I use my tongue to taste her scent. He kisses me hard and furiously, my fingernails scratch down his back.

As I begin to orgasm I find his neck, squeezing it I ask, “Who do you belong too?” He answers with the release of his seed into me, his eyes staring into mine.

We lay for a moment, shaking and out of breathe, our bodies satiated and weak.

We slip beneath the covers, our hands finding one another under the cool, cotton sheet. Our eyes close and we drift off, my forehead touching his cheek.

Tomorrow, he will watch me leave for my date, hours spent with my lover, exploring fantasies and wants. We will make the most of our time, knowing it will be a few days before we hit repeat.

I will then dress, enjoying the smell of sex clinging to my pores as I return home to the man who holds my heart.

This thing we do, not for all, yet perfect for us, I cannot supress my grin. I flash back on the “right for the moment, wrong for a lifetime guys” that led me to my “forever and day” fit.

As he walked through that door and held me tightly to his chest, one thing was crystal clear, Home is not a place but a state of mind. In his arms I am there.

My Toy

He lays on the bed, a leather wrap around his chiseled waist. The music streams into the room from the speakers enfolding us like a lover in an embrace.

My thigh high boots click on the floor, as the gold chains surrounding my body sway to the rhythm of my movement.

Even in the dim light I can see his eyes have grown large and wide. I feel fierce in my black bra and panties, my hair piled high on my head, my lips stained red. My boots laced tight around my legs caressing my calves heels itching to push on skin.

I stand for a moment and let him see me, feel the energy that is pouring out of me, the unspoken promise that tonight I am his queen and he will obey.

His cock is standing at attention, thick, and rock hard it lifts his wrap and stands up for attention, a puppy begging for a treat. My fingers whisper sweet nothings over his shaft, offering the tiniest caress before pulling back leaving him wanting more.

I reach inside the duffel bag next to him and grab my collar. A thick purple and leather one lined with soft fur, I slowly place it around his neck, the tip of my tongue grazing the side of his neck as I snap it in place, leaving goosebumps in my wake.

I cuff him and securing him with him rope a cross cross pattern over his arms and down his waist.

I take the Wartenburg in my hand, rolling the wheel across my hands then on his inner thigh.

He begins to arch his back to press himself closer to me, and I smack him with the flogger, reminding him to stay put and do as I say.

I take the clamps and place them on his nipples, flicking them with my fingers to hear the bells attached jingle and ring. His breathing increases, he bites his lower lip his brain is flooded with sensations as pleasure mixes with pain.

I stand above him on the bed, a Goddess, a beast, heels sinking into the mattress and command him to watch.

My fingers slip inside my panties, soaked with want and I moan as my fingers glide in and out.

I lower myself down, knees straddling his chest, my sex inches from his lips, reveling in his need and want, enjoying making him wait. I put my fingers on his lips letting him taste my desire as I stare into his eyes.

I reach into the bag and remove the ball gag registering his surprise before covering his eyes with a blind fold and riding his face.

He tries to raise his arms to touch me but I am faster, rolling off him and making him wait. I find my glass of wine, savoring the taste on my tongue as it ignites my taste buds and cools my throat. A burst of inspiration hits me and I kneel at his waist, wine glass still in hand.

Tipping it to the side, ignoring the liquid falling on to his skin, I slide the glass beneath his cock and twirl the liquid gold that remains on to it.

I remove the glass as I lick my lips, a cat determined to lick him clean. My tongue rolls over each drop tasting the wine on his skin, and I sigh with pleasure at this treat. His hips buck towards me and I stop, grab the gag and press it to his cheek.

“You don’t want me to use this do you?” I whisper, he head immediately shaking no as he lays completely still, compliant, obedient and meek.

“You will lie still” I tell him as my flogger smacks his chest, “tonight you are my toy. Tonight you do as I say”.

I twist the clamps on his nipples, just enough to bring the smallest sliver of pain. He shudders then relaxes as I continue with my games.

I straddle him his waist and lean over him, breasts near his lips, his face covered by my chains. I grab the coconut oil and feel it melt beneath my fingers, liquid dripping on to my wrists. I rub it into his skin, worshipping his body with slick fingertips.

Overcome with a desire to feel him inside me, I push my panties to the side and sliding my ass onto what feels less like a man and more like steel pipe. He gasps in surprise and his fingers curl into fists as he bites his bottom lip.

I grab my wand and press it to my clit feeling the vibrations flow down into my toes as I close my eyes. The first orgasm is quick, and I spasm around him as I grip his chest taking a moment to catch my breathe.

Sneaky man that he is he begins to move his hips, taking advantage of my weakened state. Lighting quick I stand, and leave him laying on the bed, reminding him whose in charge of this game.

“No”, I admonish. “Toys don’t move. Now you’ll have to wait”

Five agonizing minutes tick by, as I tease and suck, giving him a little but not nearly enough. When I feel he’s learned his lesson I mount him once more, his oiled member gliding into me as I reach once more the wand.

I turn the power on as high as it will go and while I shake from pleasure I scream, “Now fuck me like a porn star” and he is happy to comply.

He becomes a wild and untamed Bronco thrashing me about with his hips as he pushes himself inside. Faster and harder he slams into my ass, and I wish I had thought to tape this, for it’s a beautiful site. The second orgasm hits me like a car slamming into brick, my entire body reacting to impact. My skin is filled with electricity, every one of my senses has come to life.

After I collect myself, I remove his blindfold and restraints, the collar left in place. I send him to wash up not realizing how quickly the tables will turn. He strides into the room with long, powerful steps and I am picked up like a baby doll and flipped on my

He grabs both of my wrists in one large hand, and pins my arms above my head. With his free hand he rips at my panties wrenching them down, leaving them wrapped around my boot encased feet.

He parts my thighs and pushes himself into me and now it’s my turn to cry out and gasp.

Over and over I get near the ledge knowing any moment I’ll take flight.

“Harder” I beg him, any control I had earlier that night I’ve freely given up. “Don’t you fucking stop!” He rams into me more animal than man my legs straining from squeezing him tight.

We are frenzied, crazed, our tongues crashing into each other, lips like gladiators charging in battle collide.

He releases my wrists and I am all nails, raking them down his back, my hands grabbing his ass. I know in the morning I will find marks.

The third time I cum he joins me releasing himself into me, our bodies tingling with lust and desire.

He looks into my eyes, and kisses me, his love expressed through pillow soft lips. We untangle our limbs, becoming two once more. Leather and chains is exchanged with cotton and fuzzy socks, our secret stored inside a simple grey duffel hidden in plain site.

Tonight he was my toy and tomorrow I’ll be his if he likes. We are like the wind, shifting and changing our desires as the mood strikes.

As my lids grow heavy and I begin to drift, one hand holds his own, the other touches the collar still around his neck.

The Package

The package arrived on her doorstep. A plain Manila envelope with her name written in beautiful letters across the top.

She opened it carefully, her green eyes shining with excitement over what lay inside.

She peeled apart the tissue paper and gingerly ran her fingers across the soft fabric underneath. The dress was a deep and rich red, the color of wine and the fabric was creamy and smooth. She lifted it out of the package and and held it aloft in the light.

“My God he has glorious taste” she thought as she placed it in front of her and admired herself in the full length mirror. The color was a stark contrast to her pale skin and it made her seem almost otherworldly.

She glanced at her watch and noticed the time. He would be here in less than an hour, there was no time to spare. She put the dress on her bed and quickly fished out a pair of silver heels from her closet. She sorted through her drawer until she found the bra and panties set she was seeking. A silky black number with a hint of lace and a deep V in the bra that pushed her breasts upward and out.

She stepped into her bathroom, turning the shower on as hot as she could stand, and allowed the heat to penetrate her skin. A thorough wash with a vanilla sugar scrub and a quick once over with her razor and she was out like a flash.

She took her time, however, with her body oil, rubbing it into her skin as beads of water from her shower lingered on her goose pimpled skin. He always complimented on how baby soft she felt and tonight, especially she wanted to please him as a thank you for his gift.

Returning to her room, her long auburn locks twisted into a terry cloth towel on her head, she began to dress. The feel of the stockings as they caressed her skin was heavenly and she felt a small, pleasurable shudder run up her spine. Her lingerie was next and finally the dress, a smile crossing her face as she slipped it over her head.

The deep cut in the bodice showcased her breasts, the line between her cleavage like an arrow inviting the eyes in. The fabric gathered at her waist and then flowed down hugging her hips and thighs. A glance at her backside showed how the fabric folded around her bottom, like a canvas and her body the art.

At a quarter to 7 precisely the doorbell rang and there he was, a tall, sexy feast for the eyes. She drank him in, his chiseled chest wrapped inside a velvet cashmere sweater that showed off his tone and muscular arms. His faded denim jeans with the rip in the pocket that showcased an ass you could bounce a quarter off of and thighs that where as solid as rocks.

He smiled at her as she ushered him in, the dimple in his right cheek giving him a rakishly boyish appeal. It took him a second to truly see what she had on and his eyes began to shift. The baby blue irises deepened into a brilliant colbolt blue, their color becoming turbulent like an ocean storm. He unconsciously licked his lips and tried to quench the sudden dryness in his mouth as he found himself overcome with desire and lust.

He had walked no more than 5 steps inside the door before pulling her into his arms, his fingers snaking through her hair as he pulled her in for a kiss. “Oh fuck” he whispered in her ear as he trailed his lips down her neck. “I don’t believe we are making that dinner reservation”, he said, as he led her towards the kitchen, his lips seeking hers as she walked backwards following his lead.

In the kitchen he grabbed her by the forearms and spun her around, placing the top half of her body onto the table, stripping her carefully selected panties down. In under a minute his jeans where around is ankles, his cock, throbbing and hard in his hand as he spread her legs with his knees.

He was inside her then, thrusting, as her fingers gripped the marble countertop, her back arching in response, as she begged him to fuck her harder and faster.

He pulled her ponytail backwards, leaving her slender neck exposed as his mouth found its way towards a sensitive spot. His teeth gently bit into her flesh and she felt her knees buckle as she grew weak from anticipation.

Her dress, her lovely, thoughtful surprise lay bunched beneath her breasts, her ass exposed with red marks, an outline of fingers that had dug in.

On and on it went till they both could move no more. Her toes ached from the strain of standing on them, and in the morning she would discover a long thin bruise on her stomach a “gift” from the tables punishing surface.

He kisses her neck then turned her around, kissing each of her cheeks and her lips. Slowly she pulled her panties up and her dress down, then slipped her heels on to her feet.

“I guess we can still catch the band” she said, a coy smile playing on her face. She watched him as dressed, taking care to ensure his shirt wasn’t inside out, something that had happened before.

She loved it when he shopped for her, the outcome, almost always the same. Clothes smoothed down and heels back on her feet they made their way out the door and into the cool summer night.

” I wonder” she thought as his strong hand wrapped around hers “what the postman will drop off next week”.

Tonight

I lay in my tent and listen to the chirping of the crickets and frogs right outside. There is a full moon out and the light streams through my open screen casting shadows on the fabric walls.

My mattress is firm and comfortable. Complete with a fitted sheet and blanket. I call it camping elevated, trading the hard ground and sleeping bag for an air mattress and pillows from home.

He will be here any minute. He is finishing his goodbyes at the bonfire we’ve just left, I walked ahead, wanting to prepare for the next part of our evening. Tonight is special, and I want and need everything to be perfect.

I place battery operated candles all around the bed, turn the app on my phone to the music I’ve picked out. I slip out of my shorts and t-shirt, muddy from our hike earlier in the day and quickly cleanse my skin with wipes. It’s not a hot shower but it will do. Satisfied the grime from our afternoon adventure has been erased, I dig into my bag for the special outfit I hid under the clothes in our overnight bag.

It’s a blue silk teddy, his favorite color and it has tiny matching panties with hints of lace. I smoothe some lotion onto my skin, replacing the stubbornly lingering scent of bug spray with vanilla and lavender. My hair, is an altogether different issue. I sigh deeply and then get to work. No running water in the middle of the woods means a good brushing and ponytail will have to do.

I settle onto the mattress and wait. On hearing the crunch of dry leaves and sticks in the distance my heart begins to race. This is it. The night I’ve been waiting on for the last several weeks. It’s been so hard not giving in. The want, the need, the desire I have for him has built higher and higher like a Jenga tower, and finally the time has come where I’ll let the pieces fall, giving into what I’ve waited for.

He’s been patient and kind, giving me space to come to the decision in my own time. I needed to be certain. I needed to feel secure in knowing he wanted more than sex. That he saw me and not just my body. I wanted to do it different this time around. Shake the impulsiveness that has taken me down pathways of regret and hurt.  

He’s proven over and over again that he does. His heart and compassion, his kindness and actions, all show me I am finally with a man instead of the typical men-children of my past.

I’ve never felt this way before. He makes my skin break out into goosebumps with a touch. His lips on mine leave me feeling drugged, euphoric, weak in the knees. I feel like a piece of metal and he is the magnet, I can’t help but be drawn in. He’s funny, charming, and his intelligence turns me on. 

His footsteps are closer, he’s almost here. “This is it”, I think, as he unzips the tent and steps inside. I watch him closely as the realization dawns on his face and walk over to him, leading him to the bed.

Tonight is the night he gets all of me, after all, he already has my heart.

I’m Home

She waits for him, sitting in the darkened room, her robe thrown open, the breeze from the open window caressing her goose marked skin. Her fingers slide down her body, a blind man reading Braille, seeking the words etched in her flesh.

Breathe in, breathe out. The smell of her sex invades her nose, she feels an aching throb between her legs as they part to welcome fingers traveling down, down, down…

She tilts her head back, hair spilling onto naked shoulders as her hips arch in response. Her fingers stop mid-air as she hears the key turn the lock, her heart begins to race…

“Honey” he says, “I’m home”….

The Kitchen

“I’ll never look at my kitchen counter the same way again”, she thought, as a smile creeped across her lips, her hands immersed in hot soapy water in the sink.

She scrubbed and dried the evenings dishes letting her mind wander to the night before.

He had come over late, a meeting tying him up well past dinner time. He was tired and a little crabby from the events of the day. He had gone to their bedroom and changed, throwing his suit in a crumpled heap on the floor, putting on his favored grey cotton sweatpants and soft and ratty tshirt from his college days.

She had greeted him with a kiss as always, after 15 years of marriage, they had formed a routine. Letting him settle in on their deep mahogany leather sofa, she’d padded into their kitchen on bare feet.

She opened the bottle of wine that had been chilling, pouring them each a glass. His plate, served hours ago and put away in the fridge went straight into the microwave to warm.

She had gone back to him, hands overflowing with a now hot plate and a cool glass of vino, ready to sit on the sofa and hear about his day. They sat, as they always did in the evenings, side-by-side, watching their shows and enjoying the comfort that being with each other could bring. 

After he had eaten, she stood once more ready to take his plate and clean the kitchen before settling in for the night. She kissed him softly on the mouth, hoping that perhaps, tonight might be the night.

 She was humming a tune under her breath as she waited for the sink to fill, when she suddenly felt his breath, hot and wet as his lips touched the back of her neck. “Was this really happening?” She thought. “Had he really followed her in here?”
Goosebumps rose to her flesh, her body immediately responded. It had been weeks and there where data she thought she might literally explode from want. He was such a busy man and he often came home tired. She had resigned herself that after so long a time together, this was simply the way it was.

She dropped the plate into the sink and turned to face him, her lips meeting his as sparks ran up and down her toes. “Fuck.” she thought, before she lost rational thought. Her kisses took on an urgency she had not felt in some time and as she gave in to her passion, he gave in, in kind. 

Before she could process what was happening, he was on his knees in front of her, his hands greedily pawing at her panties, pushing them aside. His mouth buried between her legs as he sucked her clit, her hands grasping onto the counter for support.

He stood, grabbing her by the waste and turning her around, lifting her dress up and  within moments thrusting himself inside. Their height difference made for a bit of awkwardness at first. His 6’2 to her 5’3. She stood on her tiptoes to allow him easier access, her stomach pressed into their shiny, marble counter top as he fucked her like a dog in heat. 

He spun her around once more, lifting her onto the island where they took their morning coffee and read the paper, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. 

Her head tilted back as she began to scream out, her hair falling down her shoulders and back. Her grabbed her legs and held them in the air, pounding into her over and over again till she was satiated and weak. She was trying to wrap her mind around what was happening but as her orgasm hit, she decided she didn’t care. All she could focus on was the waves of sensations that threatened to drown her with their intensity.

He came inside her in a shuddering, heaving thrust. His heart beating like a humming birds wings. He kissed her forehead and then her mouth, before helping her off the counter, and smoothing her dress down around her quivering thighs.

“Thanks for waiting up and saving dinner for me” he told her with a smile on his face and a mischievous smack on her ass. “I needed desert too” he said with a laugh. He sauntered back into the living room leaving her standing with a goofy grin on her face. 

She washed her last spoon and turned off the water, her head coming back to the present and she decided it was time for bed. He was asleep on the sofa, looking more little boy than the man who had ravaged her in the kitchen last night. She covered him in a soft blanket and headed towards their room. As she looked back on him once more, her heart kept into her chest. 15 years later and he was still full of surprises. What more could you ask for when sharing your life? 

Girls Night In

Jasmine and Tabitha sat on their buttery soft leather couch, feet outstretched on their ottoman, pouring themselves their second glass of wine each.

They had an early dinner and had settled into pajamas. It had been a long week for each of them and tonight was a girls night.

They had purchased all the essentials, ice cream for later with raw cookie dough, microwaveable popcorn and a favorite chick flick. The chatted about their day, sipping their wine, and giggled over stories of really bad first dates. 

Neither woman imagined that she would find herself, snuggled up under a blanket on a Friday night, pleasantly buzzed and far away from the club scene that had dominated their early twenties. Their birthdays, only a few months apart would see soon usher them into 30. They had grown and changed so much in the last few years, and tonight, they were appreciative of the simple pleasures in life.

They turned their movie on and began to settle in, curling up close to one another for comfort. The companiable comfort of best friends who felt completely at home with each other.

 Jessica laid her head on Tabithas lap, her long auburn hair spilling onto the cushion beside her. Tabitha absentmindedly ran her fingers through it, suddenly aware of how silky smooth it felt. Within a few minutes, the second glass of wine hit her and Tabitha grew impulsively bold. She ran the tip of her finger down Jessica’s face, stopping at her lips and stroking them softly.

Jessica, herself equally buzzed, closed her eyes and melted into the touch, enjoying the little sparks coursing into her toes. A contended sigh escape from her mouth as her body relaxed. When she felt soft lips touch her own, she didn’t back away but parted her lips, allowing their tongues to explore.

The movie all but forgotten, the women found themselves thoroughly entranced. Their bodies responding to each other’s touch, explorers on foreign soil, navigating without a map. 

Jessica sat up, wrapping her arms around Tabitha, her kisses growing harder, her desire mounting by the second. Her lips moved down Tabithas neck, kissing her collar bone, softly blowing on her neck.  Her friend shuddered in response while goosebumps broke out on her flesh. Emboldened by this response, Jessica moved to her breasts, her lips grazing them over her cotton top. Tabitha peeled her top off, her blonde curls falling over her shoulders in thick and heavy waves.  Her breasts where beautiful, large and firm, not yet softened by motherhood or age. She watched with curiosity as Jessica’s lips found her hardened nipples and she began to suckle like a hungry babe. Sounds of pleasure escaped her lips, as she gave into the moment and allowed her last inhibitions to fall away.

She took Jessica’s hand and slid it under the drawstring of her pants, desperate to feel her fingers on her and inside. The circular motion on her clit sent waves of pleasure coursing through her and she knew she would cum without penetration for the first time. 

Her impatience growing, Tabitha  shoved her pajama pants down around her ankles guiding her friends head between her thighs. Jessica kissed her then tasted her, wondering why she had ever been afraid or nervous about this before. 

She was sweet, like honeysuckle and her wetness coated her tongue. Tabithas thighs clenched her face urging her deeper inside as she lifted her hips. When Tabitha began to orgasm, she could feel her spasm beneath her lips and her face was squeezed tight. 

They took a moment to lay there, both uncertain of what had just transpired. It had felt so natural and right. They had been friends for such a long time and their coming together had felt like an extension of this friendship, the next evolution in their lives.

Tabitha sat up first, a mischievous gleam in her eye. She poured them each a new glass of wine, and put rewound their movie to the part they left off. She sat there, sipping her Chardonnay, her fingers lazily tracing circles on her friends hand as they began to watch their show.

Jessica had experienced something new and thought Tabitha, she would like a try. The night was still young and so where they. Who the hell needed nightclubs when they could stay in for girls night?!