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Guest blogger K offers this:

Their bodies twisted, tangled, emblazoned together in fire; in passion.

His tawny skin felt hot, his muscles hard against her soft flesh. The pounding syncopation of their movements was more than she had ever felt with another man. His masculine power reverberated against her inner walls, throughout her body until she felt she may come apart entirely.

He had a workman’s hands. Rough and calloused from years of manual labor. His brute force, the way he pulled her into him as though she had no mass at all, made her succumb to him each time. This affair, torrid as it were, was her escape. In a life of constant control, meticulous organization, with him she did not have to think; she could relinquish all control to him and find all-encompassing ecstasy.

He reveled in her beauty, and cherished each time he was able to lay kisses upon her golden skin. Collarbone to pelvis, she embodied feminine curvature. All sweet scent and taste, he yearned to entice her body to release.

He took her in his arms, gripping her around her ribs and coaxing her legs up against his sides. He pounded relentlessly, denying that this would ever end, that they would have to go away separately again. She felt him throb inside of her, growing in anticipation of their mutual climax. He held the back of her head in one hand, and she looked into his eyes. Whether this was simply passion for her, or something more, was unclear, but he loved the way she looked at him. Her defiance shone through the blue, even though she submitted to him, and it made him crazy. He would see those eyes when they were apart, dreaming of ways to make her come for him.

Their climax happened like a flood, she moaned and he released a deep guttural growl. Goosebumps raised on her skin, and sweat glistened on his broad chest. They lay there, together as one, neither prepared to leave for another several days before they would see each other again. For now, this is what they had, and it satiated what each of them were missing in their own private lives. They would ask no questions; an unspoken understanding was made long before they’d ever shared their bodies. And until they were ready to take control of their own happiness, this is where they would find respite. 

 

 

Midday Cravings

Guest blogger Lexi on some office naughtiness:

The day was tedious…dragging minute by minute…

She was already distracted by the thought of their last tryst. It was completely happenstance that they ran into each other in the seldom used stairwell of their office building. It must have been mutual understanding; when their eyes met, pupils dilated. With little more than a scan of the upper and lower staircases, he pulled her into a corner and kissed her ferociously. She met his onslaught with equal vigor, gripping his crisp button-down in her fists as their tongues entwined.

He ran his hands down her back and cupped her firm ass in his hands before they heard a door click open above them. Startled, but smirking with knowing naughtiness, they smoothed their hair and clothes and went separately, without a word. She knew she would see him again. They were friends outside of work; they’d engaged in innocent flirtation here and there, but only acted that one time…

Now, she thought, should be the day. She sent him a quick text… “stairs…5”

No sooner than she arrived at their spot did he appear. He grabbed her hand and led her to the bottom most stairwell, where there was a generous space underneath in which no one could be seen from the doors on either side of the hall.

Feeling the rush of nervous excitement and the telltale clenching of the muscles between her legs, she knew the possibilities of this encounter would be too sweet. He pulled her into the dark crevice and pressed her front against the wall; she reached out and braced her hands on the cold cement brick. The warmth against her back made her yearn for him. She arched into his groin, feeling his arousal through thin khaki.

His hands traveled around the waistband of her pants, and un-slipped the hook closure, sliding his hand quickly into her lace panties.

She stifled a gasp as he whispered “oh my god, you’re so wet… you feel so good.” His fingers traversed the smooth, wet curves of her womanhood, entering her with 2 fingers as he wrapped his other hand over her mouth.

It felt so forbidden, but oh so good. The adrenaline compounded with his skillful circling motions sent her over the edge. She could fuck him, right here in the stairwell and not give a damn. Of course there was no time for that…surely their 15 minutes was nearly up. She felt herself edging on the brink of orgasm. He kissed the soft spot behind her ear and bit gently into her neck. His hand slipped from her mouth and found the low neckline of her shirt. Gruffly, he reached into her bra and caressed her breast, feeling her nipple harden in his palm. He let out a soft groan as he flexed his hips into her backside, working with the motion of his fingers sliding in and out.

As he tugged her nipple she came. Every muscle inside her clenched and flexed around him, dreaming of his member thrusting into her. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure as her head rocked back onto his shoulder.

Looking down at his hand as he withdrew it, she glimpsed at his watch, noticing they only had 2 minutes left before they were each expected back to their respective areas. She re-clasped her pants and wiped the wrinkles and dust from her shirt. She turned quickly, looking from his still prominent erection to his eyes, biting her lip mischievously. Grabbing him in one hand, she leaned close to kiss him on the cheek, and whispered “I’ve got you next time.”

Next time. Oh, there would be a next time.

With a wink, she exited, leaving him to compose himself while she imagined their next encounter.

 

 

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Sydney and Thalia

Guest blogger Lexi writes about an attraction that can't be denied:

Sydney never considered herself a lesbian, even bi-curious. Maybe it was Thalia’s androgyny. Maybe it was her insistence. Maybe it was the way she looked at her like she was starving every time their eyes met.

But part of it... most of it, in fact, …was the sex.

Long after their attempt at monogamy ended, their trysts continued. Neither of them could get enough. As women, they knew exactly what women wanted... and how to stimulate just the right places at the right times. Sydney could only reason that it was a woman's innate knowledge of how another woman's body operated that allowed the two of them to achieve earth shattering multiple orgasms ... Every. Single. Time.

When Thalia texted her, there was always an insistence.

“Come get me when you’re free.”

Unlike a man, everything about her was soft. So the aggressive, brusque passion Sydney experienced with a man was replaced with an equally powerful sensuality that naturally permeates within a woman. Thalia’s skin was soft as her hands ran up Sydney’s ribcage to cup her breasts briefly before giving her a ravenous kiss and pulling her shirt over her head.

She showered soft kisses along Sydney’s neck, from earlobe to clavicle, gently embracing her waist as her lips traveled south to her navel. Goosebumps rose on Sydney’s skin in anticipation when Thalia looked up at her through her eyelashes. She deftly released the button on her jeans with one hand and leaned down to kiss the sensitive spot on Sydneys hip, close enough to her pubis to make her muscles clench. Thalia hooked her fingers into Syd's jeans and panties and swiftly forced them both down and off her feet.

Wearing only a blue silk bra, Sydney lay exposed under Thalia, who looked upon her body as one would look upon Aphrodite. Lust crackled in the air like electricity between them. Almost entranced, Thalia's fingers slid between Sydney’s legs, immediately finding her wet and swollen clit. Sydney released a sigh of relief as her head tipped back and her hips lifted in response to the touch she came to relish.

Thalia circled her bud with skillful fingers, occasionally leaning down to suck softly, coaxing Syd’s body into her own before inserting two fingers inside her. Syd was ready for this; she moaned and moved into her, begging for release already. Thalia paused, her fingers still buried inside Syd’s softness. Her free hand grabbed Sydney’s forearm and gently pulled, suggesting she straddle her. Sydney looked into her eyes, excitedly biting her lip. With a smirk, Thalia began a rapid come hither motion, catching Syd completely off guard.

“Oh fuck” Syd breathed. She threw her leg across Thalia's groin and ground her pussy against her hand. Thalia took Syd's nipple into her mouth and sucked hard, gently twisting her other nipple between her fingers. Syd was lost in ecstasy, writhing against the exquisite friction of bodies and Thalia's relentless stroking of her sweetest spot. The combination sent her over the edge. She was coming apart as Thalia released her, pressed her body down into the seat, and ravenously pushed her knees to either side, wrapping her body underneath Sydney. Abruptly she pounded her fingers into Syd's pussy and pumped, stroking and tapping her g spot each time. She pressed on Sydney's mound as she sucked and licked tight circles around her clit, feeling her core tighten with her mounting orgasm.

Sydney came with a scream, sweat covering her in a sheen across her body. She convulsed as the orgasms rippled through her being; Thalia coaxing and milking her body for its entirety. There was never an abrupt stop, making it all the more savory as she took her lovers' body to the brink, and tenderly cajoled her back. So unlike a man, but oh so satisfying.

 

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Dangerous Pleasures

A submission from a new reader... thanks to K for her work on this:

Dangerous Pleasures

Something about the affirmation, and the risk, and the convergence of male and female energy made her yearn for new male encounters… The static in the air from sexual attraction, and the ignition of a flame when new bodies touched... Everything was new; every kiss, every drop of sweat, every hitched breath was charming – and the risk of mundaneity was null when you commit to non-commitment.

There is something inherently macabre about lovers meeting anonymously; placing trust in photographs and text messages, but finding solace in the fact that they’re temporary, and the enraptured payoff always worthwhile. This is the preference when you are a collector of experiences, and an addict for euphoria.

There was no use for names when she opened the door in her silken thigh length robe. They both knew the arrangement. He was beautiful; a picture of male physique: Broad shouldered, clean shaven, and outwardly confident. She had to wonder how she ever landed this deal; but in truth it was easy…

The drive toward mutual need.

As soon as they were behind closed doors, passion erupted from silence. He embraced her, heat emanating through layers of silk and cotton. As they kissed and familiarized themselves with each other’s bodies, he pulled her robe down over her shoulders and exposed her taut, perky breasts. She felt her nipples, stiffened by arousal, press against the firmness of his chest. He grabbed a fist of her hair at the nape of her neck and kissed her with seductive force. Her vision blurred from the intensity with which the encounter began; she felt tipsy with heady arousal.

Guiding her backward by her hair, he led her to the edge of the bed. Untying her robe, he grazed his thumb over her breasts, giving each nipple sensuous flicks of his tongue. She moans, moist from the aggressive hold on her hair and the sharp sensation of his tongue on her breasts. She needs him inside her. Such a primal need, she squirms against his hardened cock, still enveloped by denim. She feels him throb between her thighs, confirming his desire for her body, for his release.

When he releases her to use both his hands to grasp her hips, she frees herself from the sleeves of the robe, allowing the dim light to cast shadows on her full body. He relishes its newness to him, and stares wide eyed as his lips play into a smirk. When he pulls her to him she catches the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, revealing the concrete slab of perfectly smooth muscle underneath. She starts a light trail of kisses from his left shoulder, down his collarbone and up the side of his neck before gently tugging his earlobe with her teeth. She is brazen now... teasing him with her tongue as she presses her breasts into him and uses her deft fingers to free his belt and then the button fly of his jeans, releasing his throbbing, perfect cock.

As she strokes, she clasps the back of his neck with her free hand, challenging his dominance and looking him in the eyes. His fingers  digging into her hips now; his breath catching as he bites down on his lower lip to will himself to last longer. With a brusque kiss, he drops his jeans and effortlessly lifts her up and onto the bed. Placing one hand on her clavicle, she obligingly arches back, offering an erotic view of her breasts and sex. Still standing, he pulls her to him with his free hand and places his member on her cleft. She is wet, anxious for the release he will give her. He strokes her swollen clit with his cock, making her moan and arch toward him. His hand locked on her throat, making blood rush to her head and send the room into a haze.

Her legs were already shaking in anticipation when he slammed his rock hard cock into her. It was a delectable fullness, with just the right edge of pain. She felt complete when connected so intimately; able to give and receive freely what each wanted so badly. She felt him stroke every hidden bundle of nerves deep inside her. He pounded into her ruthlessly, one hand gripping her hip so tightly she was sure to bruise, the other hand gripped on her throat. She was coming undone…her wetness providing perfect motivation for him to continue. She played with herself for his hungry eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted to see. Circling her clit and gently tugging on her nipples, orgasms were rippling through her body. She could barely hear his moans and animalistic growls as she found her release. This was her nirvana.

He pulled out in time for her to take him in her mouth and milk him completely. She circled her tongue around the head and grasped his balls in her hand. His legs quaked as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and filled her mouth with hot cum. She was thirsty for him in a way he had not experienced with another woman, and it sent him over the edge.

With sighs and gentle moans of ecstasy, they lay together embraced for the last few moments of their encounter, enjoying the silence of anonymity and mutual pleasure and warmth of bare skin on bare skin.

They both knew they would likely never speak again - in fact, had never actually spoken, and the understanding provided a comfortable parting. One last kiss at the door, for gratitude, for memories’ sake, and for trust, and he was gone.

In the parking lot

She finished her shift.

Putting sandwiches together.

Baking bread.

It was a long day.

Early morning to mid-afternoon.

She went to the gym so she could shower.

And then pulled her aging, dying SUV into a parking lot nearby.

Mostly empty.

And she was near the back.

He climbed in the backseat.

And she met him.

A kiss.

A second.

Hunger.

She wore a skirt, a button down shirt. No bra or panties.

She was blonde and tired and eager.

He was in his suit, no tie. Cuff links.

He took his shirt off. No need for any evidence.

He unzipped and removed his pants.

And sat in t-shirt and boxers as she straddled his lap.

And kissed him.

His hands removing her shirt.

Her hands rubbing him through thick cotton.

The tip of his cock peaked over his waistband.

She felt the wetness of his pre-cum

She inched closer to him as his hands moved from her breasts to her ass.

A finger penetrating her wetness

Massaging her clit.

Two fingers...

Then she was on him, on top, sliding him in

Moaning and saying his name

As he sat there, grabbing her ass

Letting her take him

Kissing her neck and breasts and lips

Their bodies together, held tight

Slowly working into sweet ecstasy

He came. Hard. Deep inside her.

And they held each other.

And sat in silence.

She moved off of him.

And handed him his pants.

He buttoned up his shirt.

And kissed her on the lips.

And got out of the car.

Back to his.

She went back to the gym. Took another shower.

And drove home.

Guest Post: Art Gallery Threesome

This fantasy was submitted by a reader:

We're at an art gallery but both of us are not feeling it and want to leave...

I spot a beautiful woman...tall brunette wearing a sexy red dress that is very form-fitting...

I walk up to her and we don't say a word but look deeply into each other's eyes...

I pull into a dark corner and kiss her mouth exactly the way I like to be kissed...slow at first, nibbling her lower lip...then tracing my tongue all the way around the inside of her open mouth...

I hold her hands behind her as I continue to kiss her...we're both using our tongues now and our mouths get warmer and wetter...

I use one of my hands to hold both of her hands while my other hand reaches under one of her ass cheeks to lift up a bit of soft round flesh...

I whisper in her ear, "Do you want me?" and she responds, "I want all of you"...I tell her that there are two of us and she smiles...

I take her hand and lead her to our limo...we all get in the back...(she's in the middle)...

Each of us have a side...we share a 3-way kiss as both of us use our fingers to explore her...

I reach inside her dress and fondle her breasts while you trace your fingers under her dress to see how excited she is...

We get to our hotel room and lead her up to the room...as soon as the door closes behind her, we remove her dress and lay her on a large table...

She's on her back and I'm kissing her upside down while using my hands to circle her breasts and tickle her belly...

You come up to her other end and immediately start licking her wet clit...your big fat tongue drives her crazy because you know exactly how to please a woman...

I reach down to touch her clit while you grab each of her hands and stick your tongue further inside her...

You stand up to put your gorgeous cock inside her pussy...using only the head to circle around the outside to tease her...

She making some very sexy noises and she gets louder when you push yourself inside her further and further...

She's really tight because she's so excited...you can't help but fuck her harder...hard enough for her to cum all over your cock...

I look up at you and you can see that I want you inside me too...so you come around behind me as I climb on top of her to lick her myself and let her lick me too...

Grabbing each other's hips firmly, we both moan is sheer delight because a woman knows best how to lick another woman...

You take me by my hips and start fucking my very wet pussy while she's licking me from underneath...

I tell you to "fuck me harder" and you fully satisfy...you feel so good inside me...

She wants to get fucked again so you come back on her side...

My fingers are now inside her and pulling her ass cheeks away from each other...

She's so juicy now that she's dripping wet...you can't help with want to fuck her in the ass so you test her by sticking one of your fingers there...

You can tell by the way she responds that she can barely wait for you to stick your hard cock inside her ready asshole...

As you stick the tip of your cock inside her, she immediately starts cumming and screaming...

You don't stop until you get your fill...pushing yourself inside her slowly and steadily...

She keeps cumming and now you're fucking her ass exactly the way you want to...

We're all so fucking turned on and you cum inside her at exactly the right moment...

All of us are in awe of what just happened and we don't even know her name yet...

 

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My Guest Post on Christina Harding

Recently, I had the privilege of writing a guest post at Christina Harding's fantastic blog on erotica.

I write erotic short fiction. I've been doing it for about 10 years now. I blog my writing and share it for anyone who wants to read it and enjoy it. I am sometimes asked how I create my stories. Where do they come from? Today, I hope to answer that question.

I'm going to take a story I wrote, Mustard on His Tie, and explain how I came to create the erotic scene.

I get story ideas from all sorts of places. Sometimes, I'll be sitting waiting for my coffee and see someone in an interesting outfit or a great pair of shoes and my mind will wander. If I can feel a complete story coming on, I'll write it down.

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Reader Submission: The Professor

I had been a professor for many years but I never thought that I would want to sleep with one of my students. This young lady was the picture of a lady that could leave you speechless just from her look. I never thought a girl with long lush red locks would make me as aroused as she made me every time I saw her.

She had asked last class to set up a meeting with me during my office hours. Today was that day, she should be at my door any minute now. Just the thought of getting to see her and her being in my office started making me aroused. I could tell that I was already starting to get a bulge in my khaki pants, I hoped she wouldn’t notice what she did to me.

All of a sudden I heard a knock on the door, it was her and my excitement just went through the roof. I told her to come on in. She walked through the door in this beautiful dress that showed off her amazing boobs (small but in that dress they were the biggest you had ever seen), her legs went on for miles and those pumps didn’t help but make them look longer. She shut the door behind her and locked it. She looked at me and could tell I was confused and puzzled as to why she shut the door. She said she didn’t want any one coming in and interrupting. I could understand that but what happened next I will never forget.

She walked over to my desk and said “Professor since I have been in your class I have started to notice something.” I was praying that she hadn’t noticed what she did to me every time I saw her. That's when she walked around my desk and whispered in my ear “Professor you really shouldn’t leave your hard cock hidden under those khaki pants.” While whispering in my ear she reached down and starting undoing my belt and pants.

I never thought in my wildest dreams that this would be happening right now. I wanted to stop it but every part of me wanted this so badly. As she started pulling my pants and boxer briefs down she was saying how she noticed that I would always make eye contact with her the most in class and that when ever we had a meeting that my pants would get a bulge in them and she said she couldn’t take it any more, there was something she wanted and she wasn’t going to stop till she had it. I figured she just wanted an A so I had this puzzled look so she said she wanted my big hard cock that she knew wanted her too!

My hard cock came out of my boxer briefs standing straight up at the thought of her wanting me deep inside her. She pulled her dress up to show a sexy lace thong as she got up to straddle me. I was grabbing her boobs over her dress while she teased the top of my tip with her wet clit. I wanted nothing more than for her to just take me all in her I tried thrusting myself into her but she would pull away teasing me till she knew I was ready. I unzipped her dress and unhooked her bra. She stood up to let the dress and bra fall off of her sexy skinny athletic body that I just wanted under me.

All she had on was her lace thong as she stood in front of me. She was grabbing her boobs waiting for me to finish taking my clothes off. I kissed her so hard and she could feel my warm throbbing cock on her stomach. I ran my hands down her back and grabbed her nice firm ass. Thats when I could feel her warmth, I ran my finger over her soaking wet clit and stuck just one finger in her to her a moan come out of her gorgeous cute mouth. I could tell she wanted it so badly cause she couldn’t take her hands off my throbbing hard cock. I picked her up and started teasing her wet clit with my tip.

Luckily I had a couch in my office so I laid her down and took one of her boobs in my mouth teasing her hard nipple while having my tip on her soaked clit. I started slowly going in letting her feel me inch for inch. I got all the way in and heard her let out such a load moan. I covered her mouth with my hand so no one would hear her as I started going in and out faster and faster. I didn’t only pick up the pace but I went harder and harder. My hand over her mouth as she kept letting out moan after moan her getting louder with every thrust. My other hand was grabbing and squeezing her boob with the other in my mouth.

I could tell she was reaching the climax when her back started arching and her pussy getting so tight around my hard throbbing soaked cock. I just went faster and harder trying to get her to cum all over me. Thats when I heard breathing heavily and her moaning none stop and I felt her warm cum all over my hard cock. I was so close I could feel it. She started thrusting into me as I thrusted into her. She whispered cum for me professor give it to me. I heard that and couldn’t hold back but thrust my cum into her wet pussy. I let it all out filling her with me. I collapsed on top of her and kissed her she then whispered in my ear “Professor, I would like to set up a meeting with you tomorrow and for every day after that.”

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Zippers and Buckles

She wore black boots, small ones, size six. With gold buckles on the ankle and at the calf. A long gold zipper up the back. Thigh high stockings. A black skirt and white oxford. Her dark hair cascaded onto the white shirt in soft, welcoming waves. Her eyes a deep brown, mysterious and intense. Her skin pleasantly tan, even as the first cool days of autumn took hold.

Crisp, almost cold mornings and cool, inviting evenings. Warm sunny days. A favorite, fleeting time.

She worked in a basement office with a window at the ceiling so she could see the street, see the feet of the passersby, now mostly clad in boots or closed-toe shoes, reflecting the transition in the season. Now and then, some sandals still holding on to summer's warmth would pass, and she'd remember the feel of the warm sun on her own toes.

At 10 AM she had a coffee meeting. A friend from years gone by. A man she might have loved had they lived nearer or had either one made the slightest move. Instead, they played at being lovers, sharing writing and occasional texts.

They would always meet when one was in the other's town, have coffee, make mental love over pastries. Eyes would burn as they sat. Texts would fly as they parted. But never more than a hug or a touch of the hand between them.

He was nursing his coffee as she walked in. Wearing a simple blue oxford, khaki pants, and some smart brown lace ups. Like hers, his eyes were dark and intense.

He smiled as she walked toward him. They hugged, and she went to the counter to get her coffee. He relished the scent she left behind, light outside sweat mixed with the perfection that was her chosen perfume. The blend was exquisite.

As she ordered, he admired her boots, the zipper, imagined taking them off and ...

She was back before him now. Beautiful, in simple black and white. Steam mixing with her thick locks to create a dream-like image of pure beauty.

Nearing forty, he wondered why he hadn't before. Hadn't made a move. Hadn't invited her out to his home for a weekend. Hadn't happened into her town and taken her out. They clearly had a connection, but always seemed otherwise connected.

Both creative types, but both also very concerned with being proper and appropriate, not raising suspicion.

They each talked about their work. What they'd done in the months since they'd last met. What was ahead.

As she got up to leave after almost two hours at coffee, he asked if he could ... see her work.

She did have some new designs, she said. And her office was just a few blocks away. Was he sure he had time?

He was, he assured her.

As she got up and headed toward the door, he opened it for her. Admiring her scent and taking in the look of her boots as she walked out into the now warm mid-day air.

They entered the old brick building, took the wooden stairs down. White painted brick surrounded them, and the street level windows let in the noon-time light.

She walked to a table and showed him one of her drawings and then another. He stood right next to her, absorbing her words and her being and feeling oddly enchanted.

As she bent down to move another drawing over, he leaned-in behind her, and when she moved her body up to show him, he placed a hand on her cheek and pulled her to him, his lips grazing hers, then enveloping them. She gave in. Instantly. Kissing him back with the force of a decade of desire.

His mouth was on her neck as her hands explored his body. Buttons coming undone on her shirt... warm, sweet-smelling flesh exposed. He tasted her collarbone, her shoulder. His hands on her still firm ass.

She worked his belt loose. Unzipped his pants. Her hand warm around the heat of his throbbing member.

His kisses grew more intense, his desire apparently growing with them.

She pushed down his boxer briefs. Her shirt now off, she knelt before him, lace bra, black skirt, and those incredible boots.

She smiled at him and he melted when he saw her dark eyes glance up at him as her hand held his flesh.

Tongue tasting salty beginnings. Tracing down his shaft. Lips leaving a crimson stain on the thickness of his head. Lips and tongue up and down, and all the while, he's admiring her boots. Her legs. Her ass. Her warm skin and lovely breasts.

He wants her now. Now more than he ever has. Now or never, he surmises.

His hand on her chin, he guides her up.

Now, hands on her waist, placing her on the table.

Removing lace panties.

The head of his now slick, hot cock against her warm, wet opening.

Inside. Inside. The sweet pleasure of her flesh urging him further in. Her own moan exquisite.

He can see the shoes above them, through the window. He wonders if anyone will notice. And then he is lost. Lost inside her, his lips on hers as their bodies rock together, as the years of mind-fucking become the real thing.

He feels himself growing harder, hungrier inside her. She feels full, feels the pressure of him, feels a desire like no other. She wants nothing more than his full attention, his desire to be satisfied.

He tells her he wants her, has wanted her for so long. She tells him to take her, to take her now and forever.

He can't stop kissing her, tasting her skin, rejoicing the in the feel of her lips on his, the smell of coffee and perfume surrounding them as their bodies grow closer and closer.

One flesh, one passion. Her boots now around his waist as she begs him to go harder, to get closer, to not stop.

His thrusts harder, faster, urgent.

He grunts... again.. once more. He looks at her face, kisses her soft lips. And holds her, his cock semi-hard and still inside.

He tells her he can't believe it took this long. She tells him not to make her wait this long ever again.

She picks up her panties, puts her shirt on, and walks to the ladies' room. He adjusts his pants, buckles, and watches those tiny, sexy boots as they walk away. This time, though, they'll be coming back.

One Summer Day

Her pale skin glistened with the wet heat of a July day. 101 degrees.

The *click* of the door was all the permission I needed. My lips met hers for the first time.

Trapped in desire now... a heat that had been building for months over coffee and clandestine texts.

My cock was hard, harder, harder still in just an instant. I couldn't remember feeling this much lust. This much raw desire.

I led her to the couch so we were out of view of the front windows.

I kissed the back of her neck, nibbled at it... as hands unzipped her dark pants, noting the beads of sweat on her pale thighs

Two fingers entered her beneath black cotton panties...

Her moan was desperate

She felt the cool of my belt buckle, felt the zipper press into her ass...

I unzipped... and freed the aching cock from cotton boxer briefs

against her ass now, between her cheeks as she begged "fuck me"

I could wait no more

Inside

the sweet heat of her wet pussy searing my own hot flesh

her body arched back, she fucked me as I fucked her

hard, angry, bodies wondering why this hadn't already happened

I didn't want to cum, but i knew it would happen...and soon. This was the heaven I had wanted.

I thrust myself inside her, held myself there, relishing the feel of us finally together. Relishing her deep moan as I inched closer, closer

"I want to possess you" I said.

And she nearly screamed...

I thrust out and in... and in and came

nearly collapsing with her over the arm of the couch

I kissed her immediately... I wanted her even more

the first release was sweet...but we had an afternoon and an empty house

Morning Visit

They had met a couple times before.  Had talked about an arrangement.  Had talked around the issue.

She was young and had blonde, curly hair.  Her breasts were large and full and her hips and ass were perfectly round and wonderful in his mind.

But, more than her figure, her voice turned him on.  He had invited her back the second time just to be sure he was right.  And he was.  Within in minutes of her telling him a story about her day, he felt his cock stiffen. She was clearly smart, but something about her voice hit him in just the right spot.

This time, she had messaged him.  She let him know she wanted to see him.  To make it work.

He would be at the office by 9:30 that morning, he told her.

He came in and got organized, opened his laptop, checked his email and responded to those needing his thoughts and attention.

He wore a dark suit, white shirt, and silver tie. Black and silver cuff links.

He heard a knock at the door.

She walked in and sat down smiling.  And he asked how she'd been.  And then he just listened.

She was in a dress, low cut, showing off her ample cleavage.

But he was soon entranced in her voice.  And his cock was responding, too.

He pointed to the desk at the back of his office.  Told her he had something for her.  She looked back and saw a beautiful pair of nude pumps. She tried them on and they fit perfectly.  He smiled at the delight she took in her new possession.

She asked him if he wanted to have some fun.

Of course, he said. Sure.

She walked around his desk and looked at him.  She noticed the bulge in his dark suit pants. 

She took off her new shoes and knelt before him.  Her hands rubbed his thighs as he began to smile and admire her with his dark eyes.

He felt himself growing harder and he unbuckled his belt.  Her fingers worked his button open and moved his zipper down.

He reached down and pushed his boxer briefs down a bit ... her hand reaching in and grabbing his now throbbing cock. 

He watched as her tongue flicked the glistening head of his hard member.

He stood up to allow her to have access to the full length of him. 

As she worked her lips and mouth down on his cock, his silver tie tickled her nose... she looked up at him and smiled, the head of his cock still in her mouth.

He pushed the tie over his shoulder.

She stroked his shaft with her hand. 

His hand in her curly hair, down to her shoulder.... rubbing her breast over the dress... then beneath it, the warm, soft flesh sending him deeper into pleasure...

As his fingers teased her nipples, she moaned lightly -- his balls cupped in her hand, his cock under her mouth's masterful control.

He wanted more, but didn't want to push it.  This felt amazing.  And it wasn't even 10 AM yet.

She looked up at him and told him he had a great cock.

Then went back to work sucking and stroking it.

He was losing control, but held back for a minute.

His hands both on her head now, he was controlling her mouth.  Pushing her down, letting her pull back. Fucking her mouth with intensity.  Begging for release.

He felt it coming and pulled back just a bit.  She felt the tension of his cock, felt it pulsing... and then a strong shot of hot cream against her throat. Another thrust. And then a thickness filling her mouth. Salty, warm, coating and falling down.

She swallowed it all and help him there, in her mouth.  Then licked up the remaining semen from his cock.

She smiled and got up. Put on her shoes and sat in the chair across from him.  He put his semi-hard cock back in his boxer briefs. Zipped, buttoned, buckled.

He told her this would work nicely. She agreed.  She put on her new shoes and walked out the door.

The Interview

she was tall... lean ... fit.




Her hair a deep red, her skin a tempting olive tan



Her legs long, sleek, amazing.



Her feet inside 4-inch heels, black, accenting her perfect arches and freshly manicured toes...



She wore a black dress cut high... with a neckline inviting attention



She checked her phone, then checked it again. Found the office number where they were to meet.



His office. A strange town. A red brick building over 100 years old.



Dimly lit elevator, dark hallway.



She knocked on the door.



The door opened and she saw him. In her heels, she was a bit taller...more than a bit taller than he was.



He was fit and lean as well, attired in a dark suit, white shirt, blue tie.



He closed the door as she eased in...



She felt his arm on her back... felt his body as his lips grazed her neck.



She was against the wall ... and his lips were on her shoulders.



His hand held her arms against her waist...



He delighted in the scent of her perfume...soft, subtle, enveloping the room



She felt his hardness against her... felt his body close on hers



The zipper to her dress went down... and his tongue and lips followed, tracing her spine



His hands on her waist, now her legs... discovering their firm feel...



He traces a line back up, bites her neck... his hands easing the dress off her shoulders...



He rests his hands on her soft stomach... lets them linger... then up to her breasts as his kisses on her back and neck grow more intense...



He traces back down... his kisses on the firm, wonderful flesh of her ass... admiring the lacy thong... his hand removing it and noting her warmth, her moisture...



He dives into her... tongue against her anal opening... her moans clearly audible beyond the wooden door



his fingers against her clit as his mouth teases and taunts her ass...



with the other hand, a finger penetrates her anus... and his mouth finds the sweet, delicate flavor of her pussy...



the sensation makes her moan deeply and he is entranced...focused... massaging her clit with his tongue, two fingers inside her, rocking in a gentle rhythm...



he won't stop... tongue fucking her, tasting her very essence... diving inside and licking up and down, side to side.. licking the inside of her pink flesh



her eyes are closed, her head back... he keeps going, licking, sucking, taking her clit in his mouth as his fingers go up and in, finding that just so sensitive spot...



Again and again he hits her pleasure center... and finally, her hands on his slightly moist hair, she screams... says his name over and over...



Her weak legs seem to collapse... and he directs her to the nearby chair... her juices seeping onto the cloth seat...



her long, lithe arms reach out, and he embraces her...and for the first time, they kiss...their lips on fire as they dance



Her other hand finds his belt, unbuckles, unzips... reaches in to find throbbing heat against soft cotton



Reaching past elastic, she finds the head of his raging cock... notes the pre-cum and rubs just under the head, circles...



He stands and she pulls him close... Her lips gently caress the tip of his head... her tongue traces down his shaft, all the way to his balls...and back up... and down again...



and then he is fully in her mouth. she is devouring him, he is fucking her lips, her tongue... admiring her incredible body... his tie against her deep red locks...



He savors the moment, savors her... enjoys the sound of his cock against the flesh of her mouth... he nearly explodes as she looks up at him, practically begging him for more...



He places a hand on her head, tugs gently ...pulls her back...



He tells her to stand up... and he takes a seat... takes his shirt off...



and there he is... naked, sweaty, cock huge with desire...



and she straddles him... the wet lips of her pussy against his chest... working down



he holds his cock in his hand... teases her clit with the head...and she can't take it, she sits on him... all the way down... all the way, taking every inch of his cock inside



she looks at him, leans down, the lips meet as their bodies find a rhythm...



his hands on her waist, he guides her up and down, at the right speed... lips on her breasts, her neck... squeezing as he nears orgasm...



he thrusts deep, deeper, harder... she is begging his cock to take her ... faster... harder...



He wants more, all of her...



in, out... all the way out.. .plunging back in...holding her down as he grinds against her...



as they kiss again, lips still hot with desire, he feels the head of his cock grow larger... feels the tingling sensation... and lets go...



his hot, white liquid fills her... one, two, three...more thrusts... she is still fucking him, his cock semi-hard... wanting more



their bodies sticky, the air thick with the scent of sex...



smiles



a warm embrace... she on his lap, his cock resting... her body just warming up...

Guest Lecture

her khaki cargo pants and thick belt hit the floor

orange thong hugs a tight, small ass

my hands run under her polo shirt

warm skin meets cool control

she is short, thin, but her hips are amazing and her B size breasts beg to be touched

her hair in a bun exposes soft neck, angling for a touch

my tongue obliges as fingers work her nipples to perfect hardness

pants unzip and cock meets her thigh

fingers pry her open as i thrust in

her deep moan awakens my senses

and i thrust again

one hand on her hips pulling her to me

one hand against toned stomach, up to firm breasts

my hot mouth on her neck and back

teeth grazing

she is mine

all mine

but i'm also hers

lost inside her

forgetting that we are in the back of classroom in a 3rd floor college building

forgetting that just minutes ago i was wrapping up my presentation

forgetting that someone could walk back in

forgetting my next appointment, just 15 minutes from now

all i can think of is her

how she feels, how she moves beneath me

i love her body's response to my touch

i love the instant connection we created

harder now, faster

her hands grip down against the desk

she struggles to muffle a scream as i pull out all the way and then thrust deelpy inside, grinding now, using my hand on her clit

i feel her clamp down, her breathing changes, and i can't hold back, i cum, shoot hard and deep

and then kneel down to taste her, to savor our juices mixed together, to lick each drop of her orgasm, to keep her going

she is heavenly, searing hot, and luscious



now i'm zipped

and i remember her deep brown eyes as she walked in, her clothes, hiding an amazing and small body

her pants back up, thong now gone -- a tragedy of my eagerness to have her -- and she is neat, and ready to meet some friends at the library

the sweat at the small of my back reminds me of our encounter

and we discuss the next time i'll be on campus

the work to do between now and then

and we part ways

a meeting

a night of studying

and an incredible ending to a presentation