They push back from the small, circular table in front of the window looking out on their backyard.
Their dishes hold only scant remains of a dinner well-enjoyed.
He grabs his whiskey glass and takes a final sip.
As he finishes, she is next to him. Now on her knees.
She unbuckles his thick leather belt as he watches her. Her small hands unzip his khaki pants.
She rubs her hand over the stretchy cotton that holds his growing member.
She pulls him out, admires his thickness, holds him in both hands.
Her tongue teases his bulging head and he lets out a low moan.
With her tongue, he traces the thick vein running from under the head of his cock all the way down to his body.
Then all the way back up, taking his head in her mouth, swirling her tongue, her lips providing perfect suction.
She takes all of him...all the way down to the base. Back up. Then down. Her hand cupping his balls.
He simply watches her, lets go...relishes the pure pleasure, the moment of bliss.
She looks up at him and their eyes lock.
He places his hands on her head, guides her, slowly... up and down. A bit faster, he's taking her mouth, taking what he wants.
She feels him pulse, feels his energy.
His head grows harder, harder and throbbing and he explodes with a thick coat of semen down her throat, in her mouth. His taste sour, salty, warm.
She looks up at him, his softening cock still in her mouth.
He pulls her up, kisses her.
He takes her hand and leads her to their bedroom.
Tuesday, November 13, 2018
Monday, November 12, 2018
Like This
She woke up like this.
Her wrists tied together and tied to the metal bed frame over her head. A red silk tie tightly knotted, holding her there.
Completely naked, her ass sore with the sting of his hand.
A single candle burned on the nightstand, and she noticed drips of wax that had hardened around her ankles.
She could still feel every single place his cum had been. Still marinating inside her fragrant pussy. A long streak of it dried on her thigh. In a line down her back to her asshole.
She remembered him fucking her between her breasts... cumming all over her face. She licked the corner of her lips and relished the salty taste of him.
He had cum so much. So much in one night.
And of course, once she had started, she hadn't really stopped.
He'd tied her there after removing her clothes and bending her over the bed. He'd spanked her with his hand and with a thick, leather belt.
Once she was tied up, his mouth found the red marks where his hand and belt had been, licked, and sucked, and bit and seared in the sting... she nearly came before his breath even hit her clit.
He'd had her on her knees, his mouth devouring her ass, fingers probing her eager pussy. He'd turned her over, opened her, his tongue with precise pressure on her angry clit, she wanted badly to place her hands on his head, to hold him... but she couldn't.
Her feet were on his back, her thighs pushing him in to her. Exquisite suction made her squirm madly, and he would not let up. She felt the first wave, felt her pussy tighten, and he kept on going. He wouldn't stop. His hair was moist with her ample juices and his sweat, but he kept going. He felt her explode in ecstasy and pulled her closer to him, took his fingers from her pussy and pressed two into her tight ass as his mouth sucked relentlessly.
She came a second time quickly, showering him in her cum.
She wanted rest, but he wanted her... he straddled her body, placed his rock hard cock at her lips, pushed it into her mouth. The taste of him lit a fire in her, and she took him in. All of him, her tongue all the way down his shaft, tasting the skin of his balls.
He'd gotten off of her face... then teased her clit with the head of his cock until she begged him to penetrate her.
He eventually complied, filling her up and fucking her hard. Then pulling out, letting her taste him.
That's when he couldn't stand it, and he fucked her breasts, came on her face and finally relaxed a bit.
They'd fuck like this again and again.
Now, she was remembering each touch, each kiss, the way his eyes looked into hers the last time he came, the time he came deep inside her cum hungry pussy.
She heard his voice. Turned and saw him at the end of the bed, completely naked, his cock harder than it had been the night before. Insatiable, she thought. How is this possible.
He crawled into the bed, eased behind her, and held her close. She felt his pulsing cock against her ass. His breath on her ear.
His hands around her waist, he told her he just wanted to be with her. To be there. Together. Aroused.
She knew what would happen. But only he knew when.
Her wrists tied together and tied to the metal bed frame over her head. A red silk tie tightly knotted, holding her there.
Completely naked, her ass sore with the sting of his hand.
A single candle burned on the nightstand, and she noticed drips of wax that had hardened around her ankles.
She could still feel every single place his cum had been. Still marinating inside her fragrant pussy. A long streak of it dried on her thigh. In a line down her back to her asshole.
She remembered him fucking her between her breasts... cumming all over her face. She licked the corner of her lips and relished the salty taste of him.
He had cum so much. So much in one night.
And of course, once she had started, she hadn't really stopped.
He'd tied her there after removing her clothes and bending her over the bed. He'd spanked her with his hand and with a thick, leather belt.
Once she was tied up, his mouth found the red marks where his hand and belt had been, licked, and sucked, and bit and seared in the sting... she nearly came before his breath even hit her clit.
He'd had her on her knees, his mouth devouring her ass, fingers probing her eager pussy. He'd turned her over, opened her, his tongue with precise pressure on her angry clit, she wanted badly to place her hands on his head, to hold him... but she couldn't.
Her feet were on his back, her thighs pushing him in to her. Exquisite suction made her squirm madly, and he would not let up. She felt the first wave, felt her pussy tighten, and he kept on going. He wouldn't stop. His hair was moist with her ample juices and his sweat, but he kept going. He felt her explode in ecstasy and pulled her closer to him, took his fingers from her pussy and pressed two into her tight ass as his mouth sucked relentlessly.
She came a second time quickly, showering him in her cum.
She wanted rest, but he wanted her... he straddled her body, placed his rock hard cock at her lips, pushed it into her mouth. The taste of him lit a fire in her, and she took him in. All of him, her tongue all the way down his shaft, tasting the skin of his balls.
He'd gotten off of her face... then teased her clit with the head of his cock until she begged him to penetrate her.
He eventually complied, filling her up and fucking her hard. Then pulling out, letting her taste him.
That's when he couldn't stand it, and he fucked her breasts, came on her face and finally relaxed a bit.
They'd fuck like this again and again.
Now, she was remembering each touch, each kiss, the way his eyes looked into hers the last time he came, the time he came deep inside her cum hungry pussy.
She heard his voice. Turned and saw him at the end of the bed, completely naked, his cock harder than it had been the night before. Insatiable, she thought. How is this possible.
He crawled into the bed, eased behind her, and held her close. She felt his pulsing cock against her ass. His breath on her ear.
His hands around her waist, he told her he just wanted to be with her. To be there. Together. Aroused.
She knew what would happen. But only he knew when.
Tuesday, September 18, 2018
The Sidewalk
I turn the corner, past the house with the pending divorce. I look at the home with all the beautiful lighting, a smaller home but certainly impeccably decorated.
The brick posts let me know I'm leaving. The smaller, well-kept ranch style home transports me to the next neighborhood.
Now I'm in a new world. Not just the 1970s world of the new homes near unused farm land. I'm in the world where I grew up.
I'm walking. Down the street. Turning right, the sidewalk. The small building with an insurance office and a salon.
A wooden fence as the sidewalk angles up... the hill mildly steep, climbing toward the large lot with the beautiful home. The one with the barn behind it. The one with the huge tree that backs up to my yard. There's a pond in front and a long, winding gravel driveway. It's nearing sundown, and the sky is bright pink and orange and fading blue.
Just past the farm house to the right is the church. The meeting. A basketball goal.
If I stay on the sidewalk, I'll end up at the tiny market and probably buy a soft drink. Keep going and I'll be at my elementary school. Behind the school, a park. A place to get lost. To wander. No one is ever there. That's as far as I can go. Or, as far as I should go.
All the while, I'm resisting. I don't want to go back to that world. Not now. No. I'm on the sidewalk in the neighborhood where I now live and I'm also right there, walking up the hill. Wanting to go back and take that walk one more time. Probably I'd be surprised at how short it is. How in just a few minutes, I'd go from my home to another world. Maybe pass Simon's old house and the trailer out front where his family lived.
But I don't want to do this now. Not now. I just want to walk. To have my head be clear. Free of work and life and empty and not now. Not this now.
I turn back into my subdivision. The brick posts ushering me in. I turn right, the glowing homes and perfect yards like a safety net, pulling me back from 1985. Pulling me back to now. I want to cry. I want to go back I want to have that memory of the walk and not feel this way.
This was only a few minutes, maybe not even a minute.
I keep walking. The normal path. And my phone tells me the walk has been nearly an hour and I've only gone two miles.
Did I stop? Where was I? My normal walk is 3 miles, 45 minutes. Sometimes a bit faster.
Two miles in one hour? What happened? Was I standing there. No one passed by, at least no one walking, maybe a car or two. How can I be sure?
"Did you do three miles?" she asks while I stand at the fridge taking a drink. "Yes. Three miles." She notes that it took a bit longer and I mention a house I was studying, some work in the yard there.
Where did I go? Did I lose 15 minutes?
I want to take that walk. The one at home, where I grew up. I want to take it alone. Once more. Just to see what happens.
The brick posts let me know I'm leaving. The smaller, well-kept ranch style home transports me to the next neighborhood.
Now I'm in a new world. Not just the 1970s world of the new homes near unused farm land. I'm in the world where I grew up.
I'm walking. Down the street. Turning right, the sidewalk. The small building with an insurance office and a salon.
A wooden fence as the sidewalk angles up... the hill mildly steep, climbing toward the large lot with the beautiful home. The one with the barn behind it. The one with the huge tree that backs up to my yard. There's a pond in front and a long, winding gravel driveway. It's nearing sundown, and the sky is bright pink and orange and fading blue.
Just past the farm house to the right is the church. The meeting. A basketball goal.
If I stay on the sidewalk, I'll end up at the tiny market and probably buy a soft drink. Keep going and I'll be at my elementary school. Behind the school, a park. A place to get lost. To wander. No one is ever there. That's as far as I can go. Or, as far as I should go.
All the while, I'm resisting. I don't want to go back to that world. Not now. No. I'm on the sidewalk in the neighborhood where I now live and I'm also right there, walking up the hill. Wanting to go back and take that walk one more time. Probably I'd be surprised at how short it is. How in just a few minutes, I'd go from my home to another world. Maybe pass Simon's old house and the trailer out front where his family lived.
But I don't want to do this now. Not now. I just want to walk. To have my head be clear. Free of work and life and empty and not now. Not this now.
I turn back into my subdivision. The brick posts ushering me in. I turn right, the glowing homes and perfect yards like a safety net, pulling me back from 1985. Pulling me back to now. I want to cry. I want to go back I want to have that memory of the walk and not feel this way.
This was only a few minutes, maybe not even a minute.
I keep walking. The normal path. And my phone tells me the walk has been nearly an hour and I've only gone two miles.
Did I stop? Where was I? My normal walk is 3 miles, 45 minutes. Sometimes a bit faster.
Two miles in one hour? What happened? Was I standing there. No one passed by, at least no one walking, maybe a car or two. How can I be sure?
"Did you do three miles?" she asks while I stand at the fridge taking a drink. "Yes. Three miles." She notes that it took a bit longer and I mention a house I was studying, some work in the yard there.
Where did I go? Did I lose 15 minutes?
I want to take that walk. The one at home, where I grew up. I want to take it alone. Once more. Just to see what happens.
Friday, July 20, 2018
Purple Tights
She wore purple tights today.
walking quickly as I headed out of the breakroom, she nearly ran me down.
not that i minded.
because later, i observed from the back her purple tights, shoes off, dark hair
i imagined the break room late at night
her walking in ... a glance
a kiss
and we give in
small, pale hands work my belt undone, shove into the warmth of cotton and cock
her skirt, unzipped, falls to the cool white tile
our warmest parts aching to unite
boxer briefs are pulled down
as are purple tights
i lean back against the table, pull her up, her legs closing in, constricted by the tights
the initial entrance is incredible, but moving in past the head of my cock proves tight ... she forces her self down with a scream and the suction on me is amazing
i'm fucking back now, pulling her down, lifting her back up, letting her pussy lips linger at the tip of my cock
and thrusting her down upon my angry shaft
her hands are on my face, pulling me into her, our kisses intense with hunger
my hands on her hips, pulling her onto me
purple tights, small feet still covered, dark polish showing through
one more thrust, then out... and exploding all over her pale stomach and trembling legs
she bends down, cleans me up with her tongue
and we part ... for now
walking quickly as I headed out of the breakroom, she nearly ran me down.
not that i minded.
because later, i observed from the back her purple tights, shoes off, dark hair
i imagined the break room late at night
her walking in ... a glance
a kiss
and we give in
small, pale hands work my belt undone, shove into the warmth of cotton and cock
her skirt, unzipped, falls to the cool white tile
our warmest parts aching to unite
boxer briefs are pulled down
as are purple tights
i lean back against the table, pull her up, her legs closing in, constricted by the tights
the initial entrance is incredible, but moving in past the head of my cock proves tight ... she forces her self down with a scream and the suction on me is amazing
i'm fucking back now, pulling her down, lifting her back up, letting her pussy lips linger at the tip of my cock
and thrusting her down upon my angry shaft
her hands are on my face, pulling me into her, our kisses intense with hunger
my hands on her hips, pulling her onto me
purple tights, small feet still covered, dark polish showing through
one more thrust, then out... and exploding all over her pale stomach and trembling legs
she bends down, cleans me up with her tongue
and we part ... for now
Thursday, July 19, 2018
Top of the Stairs
there's not much of anything on the top floor
the top of the stairs features a dark corner and an entrance to a floor devoid of activity
at the top of those stairs
today
i stood ... fairly quiet. breathing heavily as my belt was unbuckled and my pants were zipped down
my hand reached into my boxer briefs and found growing warmth
i faced the door to floor 5. so far, there was nothing to see. i do suppose, though, it would have been awkward had someone walked by
but what were they going to say?
i leaned against the cool wall. with one hand, i masterfully stroked and massaged until precum was formed.
i used this natural lube to gently treat the head of my cock to a circle of delight
round and round
up and down
feeling the ring and back up
down the shaft again
and back up
and quickly, more quickly
eyes rolling back into head, mind lost in the fantasy of her
the girl on floor 4 who i'd love to meet at the top of the stairs one day
a lunch, perhaps
as i walk away, evidence of my presence dribbles down yellow wall
perhaps it will be seen
perhaps it will dry and go away before the next time someone opens that door
and perhaps next time .... floor 4 and i will leave a combination
but today, i walked away, zipped up, and resumed my day
the top of the stairs features a dark corner and an entrance to a floor devoid of activity
at the top of those stairs
today
i stood ... fairly quiet. breathing heavily as my belt was unbuckled and my pants were zipped down
my hand reached into my boxer briefs and found growing warmth
i faced the door to floor 5. so far, there was nothing to see. i do suppose, though, it would have been awkward had someone walked by
but what were they going to say?
i leaned against the cool wall. with one hand, i masterfully stroked and massaged until precum was formed.
i used this natural lube to gently treat the head of my cock to a circle of delight
round and round
up and down
feeling the ring and back up
down the shaft again
and back up
and quickly, more quickly
eyes rolling back into head, mind lost in the fantasy of her
the girl on floor 4 who i'd love to meet at the top of the stairs one day
a lunch, perhaps
as i walk away, evidence of my presence dribbles down yellow wall
perhaps it will be seen
perhaps it will dry and go away before the next time someone opens that door
and perhaps next time .... floor 4 and i will leave a combination
but today, i walked away, zipped up, and resumed my day
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Hands
her hands are quite nice. They appear soft and rather delicate, her fingers are long, but somewhat thin and her nails are well-manicured. The tips of her fingers have a thickness, something that tells me they could apply a touch of pressure.
i imagine where they might go.
on top of clothes, at first... exploring and warming
i see the fingers dancing on my belt buckle...
i see them going straight down, stroking me to attention...
i see them on my thighs, my chest...
two hands now, working me with delicate intensity
i close my eyes and just feel
just experience each fingertip as it brushes against my skin
her hands...
i imagine where they might go.
on top of clothes, at first... exploring and warming
i see the fingers dancing on my belt buckle...
i see them going straight down, stroking me to attention...
i see them on my thighs, my chest...
two hands now, working me with delicate intensity
i close my eyes and just feel
just experience each fingertip as it brushes against my skin
her hands...
The Walkers
On a certain floor in a building downtown, two girls go walking every afternoon. they work there, of course. But in the afternoon, they replace their fashionable heels for walking shoes and walk for about 30 minutes.
I discovered them there. And they discovered me.
Upon a visit there at the normal time, I saw them, walking in the opposite direction ...
Shortly after they passed, I heard keys entering a lock and a door opening... turning around, I saw nothing.
I kept walking...until a door opened and a hand beckoned...
I entered a dark room, probably once an office. There was a table. No chairs. And there they were. One tall, pale, dark-ish hair and light blue eyes. The other short, a nice, deep tan and big, brown, beautiful eyes.
the shorter one, K, pulled me to her and placed a playful kiss on my lips. The taller one, L, stood behind K and begain kissing her neck .. her hands under K's shirt, lifting it ... as kisses were placed on K's body.
K moaned in delight as her kisses to me grew more intense... her body closer to mine... hands eagerly discovering a growing bulge...
my hands finding K's quite perky breasts as L's lips graze my pants...hands now working my belt... unzipping... mouth teasing the head of my member through boxers... tongue licking the hand K is using to massage me to full erection
boxers down, L's lips and tongue tease and taunt me... K continues kissing, stroking at times, and my lips find her neck... hands remove her bra... and L grows more passionate in her focus on my manhood
she takes me all the way in... then licks from balls to head and back... i am absorbed in this intense pleasure... and K simply kneels next to L, sharing me... tasting me... and her eyes enchant... her lips and L's meet at the head of me... tongues dancing up and down... now K has me in her mouth and L is kissing me on the backside, playfully darting a tongue and finger at my ass... now she stands behind me, breasts against my back, as K masterfully works me with hand and mouth... L's kiss on my neck causes my head to turn and our lips meet...
K's hand holds my balls as her mouth begs for me... takes me in... L's fingers penetrate my ass, massaging just inside and sending me into orbit... i start thrusting... fucking K's face ... and she offers the perfect warmth and suction... as I explode, thick, hot liquid in her mouth, and just a touch down her lips...
the girls both smile...dress... and leave
I am exhausted, smiling and spent. And plan to take walks in the afternoon as often as I can
I discovered them there. And they discovered me.
Upon a visit there at the normal time, I saw them, walking in the opposite direction ...
Shortly after they passed, I heard keys entering a lock and a door opening... turning around, I saw nothing.
I kept walking...until a door opened and a hand beckoned...
I entered a dark room, probably once an office. There was a table. No chairs. And there they were. One tall, pale, dark-ish hair and light blue eyes. The other short, a nice, deep tan and big, brown, beautiful eyes.
the shorter one, K, pulled me to her and placed a playful kiss on my lips. The taller one, L, stood behind K and begain kissing her neck .. her hands under K's shirt, lifting it ... as kisses were placed on K's body.
K moaned in delight as her kisses to me grew more intense... her body closer to mine... hands eagerly discovering a growing bulge...
my hands finding K's quite perky breasts as L's lips graze my pants...hands now working my belt... unzipping... mouth teasing the head of my member through boxers... tongue licking the hand K is using to massage me to full erection
boxers down, L's lips and tongue tease and taunt me... K continues kissing, stroking at times, and my lips find her neck... hands remove her bra... and L grows more passionate in her focus on my manhood
she takes me all the way in... then licks from balls to head and back... i am absorbed in this intense pleasure... and K simply kneels next to L, sharing me... tasting me... and her eyes enchant... her lips and L's meet at the head of me... tongues dancing up and down... now K has me in her mouth and L is kissing me on the backside, playfully darting a tongue and finger at my ass... now she stands behind me, breasts against my back, as K masterfully works me with hand and mouth... L's kiss on my neck causes my head to turn and our lips meet...
K's hand holds my balls as her mouth begs for me... takes me in... L's fingers penetrate my ass, massaging just inside and sending me into orbit... i start thrusting... fucking K's face ... and she offers the perfect warmth and suction... as I explode, thick, hot liquid in her mouth, and just a touch down her lips...
the girls both smile...dress... and leave
I am exhausted, smiling and spent. And plan to take walks in the afternoon as often as I can
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