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Attached are all of the Dulcinea stories that I have.  Thanks to the 
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“A” is for Aphrodisiac

By Dulcinea

“Oysters? What’s up sweetie? Looking to get lucky 
tonight?” He joked, kissing her as he came in from work. 
She stuck out her tongue, but her eyes smiled back at 
him. “You think you need an aphrodisiac to get me going?”

“To get you going? No.” She wiped her hands on a towel 
and turned to face him. In one quick movement, she 
removed her T-shirt, bringing his hands up to cup around 
her satin  encased breasts. Slipping her hands inside his 
suit coat, she stroked his chest, running her hands down 
his stomach to massage his growing member through his 
slacks. He was already half moaning, half chuckling as 
she leaned closer, placing one burning kiss at the base 
of his throat. “I don’t need an aphrodisiac to get you 
going.” She whispered.

“No, you certainly don’t.” He gave her breasts a gentle 
squeeze, loving the way he could feel her nipples harden 
under his touch. “Looking to get lucky now?” He asked.

She kissed him, sucking on his lip for a moment before 
stepping back. “Nope.” She answered, grabbing her T-shirt 
and slipping it back on. “And neither are you. Don’t 
forget your parents are coming over tonight for dinner. 
They should be here in just a few minutes.”

His parents. He had forgotten. “That was terribly mean.” 
He told her. She just grinned wickedly, and went back to 
her dinner preparations. Groaning, he headed to bathroom 
to take a shower. A cold shower.

Dinner was a rousing success, and his mother had left 
with the recipe for the garlic and oyster stuffing that 
had gone with the roast. They’d made love after his 
parents left, and he’d made her cum three times to make 
up for teasing him. She’d fallen asleep in his arms, her 
soft body pressed against him, her warm breath on his 
chest.

He awoke before the alarm, his arms and his thoughts full 
of her. Garlic and oysters were reputed to be 
aphrodisiacs; he could always blame his morning erection 
on dinner last night. So it would be her own fault if he 
woke her up early to help him through this. He smiled at 
the thought.

But how to wake her up. Too much shifting would awaken 
her too soon. He cupped one breast, gently stroking the 
nipple, trying to hold it all in one hand. This was 
pleasant, but not enough to make her as horny as he felt. 
The other hand wrapped around his cock. stroking as he 
thought about her wet pussy clamping down around it, her 
juices squeezing out around his cock as he pumped in and 
out of her. Precum began to ooze out, wetting his 
fingers. He knew how to wake her up.

Bringing his fingers up to her lips, he smeared his 
precum across them, even under her nose to tempt her with 
the smell. She moaned, turning in her sleep. The nipple 
under his palm began to harden, and he could see her 
tongue dart out to lick him off her lips. He couldn’t 
keep the grin off his face and he brought a second 
serving to her mouth, pressing his fingertip between her 
lips. With a sigh, she sucked the finger deeper into her 
mouth, her tongue darting around it as if it were his 
cock. When it was clean she released it, pushing herself 
up on one arm to look at him in the semi-darkness. 
“Feeling our oats this morning?” She asked sleepily.

He smiled again, bringing more precum to her mouth. She 
captured both fingers in her mouth, sucking them clean, 
then she turned back the blankets and wrapped her hand 
around his cock. Suddenly her mouth was there, her tongue 
lapping up the rest of precum before she engulfed him, 
her head bobbing up and down.

“Oh, Gawsh.....” His back arched, the burning in his 
balls warning him that he couldn’t stand up to this 
incredible torture much longer. “Honey.... stop. Please.” 
He rested one hand in her hair, groaning as she took him 
deep, practically swallowing the head. “Let me make love 
to you. Don’t... Don’t...”

He came, his seed spilling down her chin as she struggled 
to swallow it all. When he could stand it no more, she 
leaned away, counting to thirty mentally to allow him 
time to calm down. “Feeling better?” She asked.

“Ungh.” He closed his eyes, then groaned again. “That 
wasn’t what I’d intended, love. I thought we would make 
love before work. Give you a nice long ride before we 
have to get ready. But I’m not complaining! This was 
great.”

“Well, sport, I think we can still make love.” She 
reached down and stroked his semi erect penis, feeling it 
twitch “But you can’t expect me not to want to taste you 
when you tease me with your cum. That’s one powerful 
aphrodisiac you used, you know.”

“Oh really? A taste of my cum turns you into a raving sex 
maniac?” He chuckled. They both knew he was almost fully 
recharged and ready to go. “Well then, my little horny 
wench. Climb on board and ride me to your hearts 
content!”

She laughed, but did as he bid. He wasn’t surprised to 
feel how wet she was; he knew she always got turned on by 
tasting him. Just like he did when he tasted her. Her 
first orgasm hit fast, and just watching her shudder and 
quiver as the waves of pleasure rolled through her made 
him want to spend the day in bed with her.

For now, he was content to let her do the work. He 
watched as she slid her fingers between her pussy lips, 
coated her fingers with her own sweet honey, then rub it 
on her nipples. Aware of his eyes on her, she licked her 
fingers clean, then leaned forward to feed him her 
breasts.

His mouth full of her breasts, her warm, wet pussy 
clutching at his cock, all he could do was groan happily. 
She was going crazy as he gently bit each nipple, his 
fingers rubbing her clit while he pounded up into her. 
She felt him tense up, his cock pumping into her, and she 
cried out his name, finally collapsing on top of him, 
completely spent.

They lay together quietly until the alarm went off, 
forcing them both to get up and get ready to face the 
day. Both went to work with smiles on their faces. After 
all, tomorrow was the weekend, and they had all day to 
spend in bed......

“D” is for Driving

Her sister’s wedding had been beautiful. She lived too 
far away to have served as Matron-of-honor, but she’d 
still been in attendance, and the last three days had 
been busy ones, but very exciting. Now, suddenly, it was 
Saturday night, and they were on the way home. “I think 
we should stop for the night.” She said, peering out the 
windshield. He’d insisted on leaving for home after the 
wedding, not wanting to wait until daylight. “It’s dark, 
it’s snowy, and I’m tired.”

“Wimp.” He smiled at her, a teasing smile, she saw, 
catching glimpses of his handsome face in the headlights 
of the passing cars. “I’m the one who’s driving.”

“We don’t have to be back to work until Monday. We could 
take a hotel and relax for the night.” She leaned across 
the seat, straining against the seat belt to lightly lick 
his cheek. Her hand slid into his lap, squeezing the 
inside of his thigh. “I could make it worth your while to 
stop.”

“Minx!” He removed her hand, laughter in his voice. 
“Look, I want to sleep in my own bed. So keep your hands 
to yourself, and don’t worry about it. I feel like 
driving right now, and we’ll be home in a few hours. 
Okay?”

“Okay.” She sounded disappointed, but she knew there 
would be no point in arguing about it. He could be so 
unbelievably stubborn! Twisting in the car seat, she made 
herself as comfortable as possible, tucking a sweater up 
against the cold glass window before she closed her eyes. 
“Wake me when we’re home.”

“What?” Reaching over, he shook her gently. “No no no! 
You can’t go to sleep. I need you to talk to me and keep 
me awake. We’ve got at least a 6 hour drive ahead of us 
yet.”

Swatting his hand, she straightened up, tossing the 
sweater into the back seat. “If you need someone to keep 
you awake, dear,” she said, and he didn’t miss the 
sarcasm in her voice, “then perhaps you shouldn’t be 
driving. Pull over at the next hotel you see.” She was 
silent a moment, then she leaned closer, dropping her 
voice to its most seductive purr. “In case you haven’t 
guessed, I am definitely in the mood.”

“What is it with women and weddings?” He wondered aloud. 
“There is nothing you can say to tempt me tonight. I am a 
man of iron will.... none of your feminine wiles will 
wile me tonight.”

“’Wile’ you?” She repeated. “’Iron will?’” She laughed at 
that. “My love, was that a challenge?”

“No need to make it a challenge. It’s a fact. I know you 
think I’m nothing but a weak, lecherous male, which, of 
course, I am, but I can resist your obvious and pathetic 
attempts to seduce me. ‘I am definitely in the mood.’” He 
mocked. “A little too obvious, my dear. I am master of my 
domain.”

“Oh really?” She laughed. “Are you so sure of that?”

“Yes, I am so sure.” He made a scoffing noise, dismissing 
her with a wave of his hand. “Besides, it’s dark, and 
we’re in a car. There’s not much you can do, is there?”

She resisted the urge to comment, a slow smile spreading 
across her face. He once called her overly competitive. 
She had denied it, but deep down, she knew it to be true. 
More than anything, she hated losing, and she couldn’t 
back away from challenges easily.

This was a challenge she didn’t want to ignore.

Releasing the controlling lever, she pushed her seat back 
as far as it would go, bringing her left foot up to rest 
on the dashboard. Suddenly she was glad she’d not changed 
from her dress, the full skirt sliding back to bare her 
leg. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Taking off my stockings. I want to be comfortable while 
we’re driving.” She knew there was just enough light for 
him to see the outline of her leg, to watch as she rolled 
the sheer nylon down her leg, arching her foot to pull it 
off her toes. She casually tossed the stocking towards 
the back-seat, knowing that it would catch on the car 
seat beside him. Switching legs, she undid the other 
stocking, tossing it behind her again. “Ah... much 
better!”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing, young lady.” 
He said.

“What?” She demanded, trying to sound wounded. “I just 
wanted to be comfortable.” Leaving her leg on the 
dashboard, she tipped the chair back to a semi reclining 
position, sighing contentedly. “You know, you’re right 
about weddings and women. Maybe it’s the romance 
involved, but I bet more than one husband is getting 
their brains fucked out tonight.” She smiled at his 
shocked gasp. “I will warn you now, I plan on spending 
the entire day in bed tomorrow. Oh, sure, we’ll sleep, 
especially after this long drive, but when we wake up in 
the afternoon, well, I think we should pretend it’s our 
honeymoon all over again. What do you think?”

“Uhm, sounds good to me.” He replied. He reached over and 
rubbed his hand across her bare thigh, gently squeezing. 
“Of course, at the hotel, we had room service..... We’ll 
have to get out of bed to make dinner.”

“We’ll order pizza.” She shifted slightly, slipping her 
fingers inside her panties. “Gosh, I’m already getting 
wet just thinking about it. Thinking about your tongue 
sliding into me, sucking on my ..... ooohh......” 
Wiggling, she slid her panties over hips, then down her 
legs, dropping them into his lap. “Here.” She said, 
purring again. “They were in the way.”

“Now, where was I? Oh yes.” She slid her fingers back 
into her slit, teasing her already burning clit. “When 
you twist your tongue around my clit, it drives me crazy. 
You know, you make a tube with your tongue, then you suck 
air through it. Or when I feel your teeth nibbling up and 
down my pussy lips.... I want to scream!”

He groaned, glancing over at her as often as he dared. 
Already the smell of her permeated the air, or was that 
just his imagination? He could definitely hear the slurpy 
noises as her fingers worked their way in and out of her 
pussy, her voice continuing in her description of the 
things he did to her. The lights of passing cars 
flickered across her, reminding him of the old silent 
movies, and their flickering frames. But here, now, each 
flash showed the sweet curves of her leg as she sat with 
it propped on the dash, and the passion on her face as 
she sat, eyes closed, softly taunting him.

“And when you tie me down, and have me helpless, you make 
me cum 3 times at least before you’ll make love to me. 
With my body laid out there for your general amusement, I 
can’t do anything but squirm as you lick and taste and 
suck. It makes me want to .... want to.... OHHHH!” Her 
back arched, her leg quivering as waves of pleasure 
rolled through her. “Oh, damnit! You make me so hot, so 
horny!” She was panting, her voice taking on her after-
sex tone, a low, sultry sound. “I never even got past 
thinking about your lips and your tongue. I still have to 
think about the moment when your cock slides into me, 
filling me up completely...”

He groaned, dipping two fingers into her pussy honey and 
bringing it to his lips. “You are a wicked woman.” He 
whispered.

“Oh, how selfish of me!” She cried. Lowering her leg, she 
twisted around, dropping her hand in his lap. “Poor 
baby..... so very hard, and so confined in these slacks.” 
She stroked his hard cock through his pants, rubbing her 
knuckle up and down beside the zipper. “Let’s see what we 
have in here.” she whispered, undoing his belt and 
opening his slacks. “My, my, my... I think I feel 
something wet here.” She rubbed her finger across the 
swollen head, swirling the precum around. “Mmmm.... 
tasty.” She said, licking her finger.

“Oh, Geez....” He said, when she wrapped her hand around 
his shaft, pumping up and down slowly. “What’s the 
matter?” She asked coyly. “Am I disturbing you? Want me 
to stop?”

“No!” He cried emphatically. She laughed, her hand 
continuing her ministrations. “Have I told you how much I 
love your cock? The taste, the way it throbs when I hold 
it in my mouth, sucking the cum from it? Oh, my mouth 
waters just thinking about your precum as it leaks out 
while I’m sucking, and I know that soon, so soon, you’ll 
be pumping your cum down my throat.” He twitched, drawing 
in a deep breath. “Oh, honey, are things going to get 
messy here?”

“Did you ever see ‘Parenthood?’ When the wife gives the 
guy a blow job while they’re driving?”

They laughed together. “Can you handle it?” She asked. 
She raked her fingernails across the super sensitive 
underside of his shaft for emphasis. “I can.” He 
promised.

“Well, then, let’s keep it from getting messy, shall we?” 
She took her discarded panties and carefully wrapped his 
cock. The cool satin against his cock only served to make 
him crazier. “Now, I think we were talking about you 
pumping your cum down my throat. I love the way your body 
tenses when you cum, and the first blast of cum as it 
fills my mouth..... oh my, I’m feeling so hungry just 
hinging about it....”

“Oh, Shiiiiittttt....” He moaned, gripping the steering 
wheel tightly as he came. The car wobbled a bit, but he 
kept control. “Oh, honey.” He breathed. “Wow.”

“Oh, I’ll take that as a compliment.” She leaned back in 
her seat, staring at him in the dark. “Of course, if we 
weren’t in the car, I would start to suck on your cock 
again, sucking on it until it started to get hard again. 
When it’s soft, after you’ve just cum, and I hold it in 
my mouth, it gets me so hot when I feel it start to get 
hard. Especially when I know that you’ll be slipping that 
into my pussy, and, since you’ve already cum once, you’ll 
stay harder longer..... I know we’ll be fucking all night 
long.”

“You....you.” He shook his head, but she saw the smile. 
He flipped on the blinker, steering the car towards an 
upcoming off ramp. “Where are we going?” She asked, 
eyeing the half full gas tank.

“To that hotel, right over there.” He said. She smiled, 
but she was silent as he pulled up in the parking lot and 
turned off the car. “I can’t believe you did that! You 
win. We’ll stay in a hotel.”

“We both win.” She said, leaning over to kiss his cheek. 
“It’s your own fault... you challenged me.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.” He made himself presentable, then 
opened the door. “I’ll go and get the room.” He smiled. 
“You do realize I plan on, what was it you said earlier? 
Having my brains fucked out?”

She matched his smile, reaching out to grope his semi-
hard cock through his slacks once more before he stepped 
out of the car. “I was counting on it.” She answered.



“E” is for Eyeliner

He watched her as she slept, a slow smile spreading 
across his face. He traced her lips with his finger, the 
followed the curve of her chin, her jaw, gently stroking 
her cheek. Today was Saturday, so there would be no 
alarm, no rushing to get to work on time, and he knew she 
planned on staying in bed until 8 am, if not longer. The 
smile turned into a wicked grin. He had no intention of 
letting her out of bed before 8 a.m., if not longer.

Yesterday, it she had looked down on him as he slept, 
unusual since she was most definitely not a morning 
person. He had opened his eyes to see her watching him, 
mischief flickering in her eyes. “Good morning, 
sleepyhead.” She’d said, barely hiding her giggles. 
Kissing him on the forehead, she’d evaded his grasp, 
calling him downstairs for coffee. Over coffee, he’d 
questioned her odd mood, but she’d denied anything being 
amiss.

It wasn’t until he saw his reflection while starting to 
shave that he saw it. Sometime while he’d slept, she’d 
drawn a thin mustache on his face with her black eyeliner 
pencil. Growling in mock anger, he’d chased after her, 
finally cornering her in the den, and tickling her until 
she’d apologized.

So this morning, he had the eyeliner pencil, and she was 
asleep. People asleep were always compared to a child 
Watching her now, he could see why. She looked so young, 
so helpless, her face slack, the concerns of daily living 
not visible on her brow. He liked her this way, sans 
makeup, the freckles on her nose visible for inspection. 
Maybe that’s what he should do! Play connect the dots!

Eyeliner poised to attack, he stopped. As much as he oved 
the freckles and thought them cute, she hated them. 
Connecting them would be unnecessarily cruel. A mustache, 
then, like she’d done to him. But the more he stared at 
her lovely mouth, the more he knew he couldn’t do that.

Besides, there was such a lovely canvas to work on! Her 
bare shoulders peeked out above the blankets, begging for 
kisses and nibbles, but not for black eyeliner. Tugging 
the blankets slowly, he bared her breasts, eyeing them 
hungrily. The cooler air brought about a favorable 
response, the nipples hardening before his eyes. Oh, so 
many possibilities here! He could write his name across 
both beautiful breasts, draw faces with the nipples as 
noses.....

No. He couldn’t do that, not to her breasts. Moving his 
hand under the blankets, he cupped the fullness of her 
ass, feeling a little possessive. Such a close, detailed 
examination of her physical assets began to affect him as 
well. Touching her, feeling her, only made his desire 
stronger. The deep, warm well of warmth at the small of 
her back, the curving slope of her hip. He let his hand 
see her body under the blankets, rubbing across her 
stomach, down to the sweet spot between her legs. He 
sighed, wiggling closer to her, wanting his skin to be 
against hers. His cock nestled comfortably against her, 
the contact both exciting and calming him.

She stirred, twisting back against him, her body 
automatically adjusting to fit against his. Should he 
draw something on her smooth stomach? Maybe trace the 
outline of his cock against her thigh? He kissed her 
shoulder, contemplating his next move. Her bewitching 
body was his canvas this morning, and he suddenly found 
he’d lost his desire to doodle his way across it.

Oh, well.... He tossed the eyeliner across the room into 
a chair, and returned his attention to her shoulder. 
Long, slow, wet kisses, dragging his teeth across the 
skin ever so slightly, would, he knew, ignite her fires. 
She felt too good in his arms to allow her to sleep any 
longer. Like Dracula, he latched on to her throat, 
dragging his kiss up her neck, stopping at her jaw line, 
then moving to suck on her earlobe. “Wake up, lover.” He 
whispered. “You’ve got me so very hard, it’s time we do 
something about it......”

She awoke to his moist breath on her neck, his tongue 
teasing her earlobe, and his finger ever so gently 
rubbing her clit. She sighed, as it was much earlier than 
she’d have chosen to wake up, but she couldn’t complain 
about the way he’d decided to wake her. She purred, 
twisting to give him easier access. However, she couldn’t 
let him think that she was that easy. “Can’t this wait 
until later? We could sleep a few more hours, then fool 
around.”

“Woman, don’t try my patience.” He growled. The pressure 
on her clit increased, and he was suing that half circle, 
wiggle stroke that she’d told him drove her nuts. Damn, 
she loved it when he paid attention! “And just what got 
you all excited this morning?” She wondered aloud.

He kissed her shoulder, feeling her shudder, then kissed 
it again. “Seeing you here. Watching you sleep. Feeling 
your body, the softness, the special curves that belong 
to you. Having you lay here so peacefully, so 
beautiful.....” He left a trail of kisses from her neck 
to her breast, laying his tongue flat against her skin as 
he licked his way to her nipple. He stopped, turing to 
look at her, to lock eyes with her, their souls meeting 
before he lowered his lips to suck the hard bud into his 
mouth.

She gasped, bringing her hands up to twist her fingers 
into his hair. She dared not break into laughter, though 
she found it hard not to. When he realized that she’d 
drawn a mustache on him, again, he would get find a way 
to get back at her. Good thing she’d drawn it after he’d 
fallen asleep; if she’d waited until this morning, she’d 
have been out of luck. Of course, this time she’d added a 
little goatee...... It made her want to laugh.

She wondered briefly if the eyeliner would rub off in the 
middle of their love making. Then she gave up wondering 
about it, losing herself in the sensations he was sending 
her body. If it rubbed off, there was always 
tomorrow.....

“f” is for Face

He stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, 
making faces and sticking his tongue out at himself. “I 
hate my face.” He said.

He could hear her in the bedroom, putting away laundry 
from the sound of it. “I hate my face!” He said, louder 
this time so she would hear his complaint.

She appeared in the doorway with an armload of towels. 
“What are you babbling about?” she asked.

“My face. I hate it.”

“Well, I like it.” She pushed past him to put the towels 
away, then stopped behind him to smile at his reflection. 
“It’s one of my favorite faces.”

“My nose is too big.”

“It’s perfect.”

“Well, you like big noses, so of course you’d say that.”

She sighed, resting her head on his shoulder as she 
stared at his reflection. “You could use a hair cut, 
love, but other than that, you look fine.”

“My hair?” He ran his fingers through the sides, again 
watching his mirror image do the same. The natural curl 
she so envied made the locks twist around his fingers. “I 
thought I might grow it out a bit. Shoulder length. What 
do you think?”

She wrinkled her nose at him. “I like it short. In the 
front anyway. A little length in the back is okay.” They 
stood in silence a moment. “Of course, if you do grow it 
longer,” She teased, “it would give me something to hold 
on to when your licking and sucking and....”

He laughed, startling her. “The way you carry on, I’d be 
bald in a minute!” He dodged her playful slap, grinning 
wickedly. “Besides, as I recall, last night you managed 
to get a good grip as it was.”

“Beast.” Her face flushed red, but she laughed along with 
him. “If that’s the way you feel, then I guess tonight 
you won’t have to worry about that.”

“Well, that will be your loss, won’t it?”

“Yes.” She agreed. “And yours.”

Turning, she walked out of the bathroom, knowing he would 
follow. “Would you want your children to have this nose?” 
He demanded.

“Yes.”

“You’re infuriating.”

“I’m infuriating? I’m infuriating?” She grabbed a pillow 
from the bed and threw it at him, smiling at the thump as 
it hit him. “I don’t know why you’re so insecure about 
this. You know I like your face. You should take my word 
for it and not question it.” She crossed the room to 
retrieve the pillow, tossing it back on the bed. “Right?”

“Humph.” Turning toward the mirror on the vanity, he 
frowned. “I still have a good body, though, don’t you 
think? It would impress just about any woman who saw me 
with my clothes off. Wouldn’t it?”

“Oh?” She raised an eyebrow, her lips set in a thin line. 
“And just what other women will be seeing you naked?”

He grinned. “No one, dear. It was a hypothetical 
question.”

“Keep it that way.”

He laughed, following her again as she left the bedroom 
with a full laundry basket. “You, Mr. Man, “ She said, at 
the bottom of the stairs. “You could have offered to 
carry this for me.”

“I could have.... but you need to build muscles so the 
next time we wrestle, I don’t have to let you pin me.”

“Let me? Let me?” She dropped the basket outside the 
garage door. “I pinned you fair and square, buddy boy.” 
Stabbing her finger into his chest, she prodded him back 
towards the living room. “You can deny it, but we both 
know it.”

“Deny what? Why shouldn’t I let you pin me. I like my 
woman on top.”

“Augh!” She grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him against 
her. Her kiss caught him by surprise, but he recovered 
quickly, sliding his arms around her waist and holding 
her close. Leaning into the kiss, she brought her arms up 
around his neck, pressing her body against his. With this 
kiss, she meant business, the heat quickly building 
between them.

Her hands slid down his back, tugging at his shirt to 
free it from his slacks. He smiled into the kiss, 
beginning to tug at her clothing as well. Breaking the 
contact, she leaned away from him, and impish grin on her 
face. “Wanna fool around?” She purred.

He nodded. She reached up to the collar of his shirt, so 
he dropped his arms, wanting to give her easy access as 
she undressed him. But to his surprise, she grabbed a 
handful of his shirt, stepped forward, and executed a 
perfect Judo hip throw.

Caught off guard, he went down easily. She didn’t slam 
him down on the floor, laying him down gently instead. 
Before he could recover, she straddled his chest, 
grabbing his hands as they reached for her. Fingers 
locked, she pressed his arms down, pinning him under her. 
Leaning over, she kissed him, long and hard. “You’re 
pinned.” She whispered.

Tossing her head, she flipped her hair from her face, 
smirking at him. “I certainly am pinned.” He admitted. 
“But now that you have me at your mercy, what are you 
going to do with me?”

“Let you go, of course. I just wanted to prove that I can 
pin you. You don’t ‘Let me.’”

“Let me go?” He sighed, closing his eyes. “I knew it. 
It’s the nose. It’s too big, and you’re just completely 
turned off by it.”

“You’re driving me nuts, you know that?” She leaned back 
down, kissing the tip of his nose, the bridge, working 
her way up to his forehead. Planting a trail of kisses 
along his hairline, she worked her way across his face, 
avoiding his lips completely. “You know what they say 
about men with big noses.” She asked, her voice low and 
sexy. Sitting up, she reached around behind her, her hand 
finding the bulge in his slacks easily. She squeezed 
gently, rewarded immediately as his cock grew harder 
under her touch. “Well, I guess that’s true.” She 
laughed.

“Are you just going to tease me?” He asked.

“Probably.” She leaned over and kissed him again, inching 
backwards so she could kiss his throat. “You know me. I’m 
just a cock tease. I never come through on anything.” Her 
tongue traced his collar bone until the shirt got in the 
way. “Isn’t that right?”

His only response was to groan. Unbuttoning his shirt, 
she kissed her way down his chest, his stomach, licking 
his navel until he laughed. Already she could smell him, 
as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants, moving 
slowly, taking time to pet and stroke him through the 
material. “I think we’ll just get these out of the way.” 
She said, tugging off his pants and underwear, tossing 
them aside. “We don’t need them anymore.”

She took a moment to study his erection, the swollen 
head, the river of precum that ran down the long shaft. 
While her usual plan of attack was to lick and kiss the 
head slowly, teasing him with her tongue before she took 
him in her mouth, today she wanted to catch him off 
guard. In one quick motion, she enveloped his cock, 
sucking immediately.

She heard him swear, and he pushed himself up on his 
elbows so he could watch her. She even obliged him by 
turning so he could see her profile, watching his cock 
disappear between her lips over and over again.

Her hands slid up along his legs, up his thighs, slipping 
around the curve of his ass while she sucked her way down 
his cock. He shuddered as she squeezed the soft flesh, 
kneading it with her fingers. After a moment, she pulled 
away, sitting back on her knees as she stared at him. Oh, 
how he loved the smoldering love and lust in her eyes. 
Licking her lips, she kissed the head of his cock, again 
bringing her hands up his legs to caress his ass.

Sliding her tongue along the sensitive underside, she 
brought her warm wet mouth to his balls, sucking on them 
softly. His fingers entwined into her hair, his body 
shaking as she raked her nails across his ass cheeks, 
down his thighs, letting her hands fall away as she 
leaned back again to look at him. “Ready to cum, baby?” 
she asked in a throaty purr.

“Oh God yes.” He answered. She smiled. “In my mouth, or 
on my face?” She asked softly.

“Oh God.” He moaned. Sitting back on her knees, she 
pulled her shirt over her head, smiling wickedly. He was 
on his feet in a second. “Let me hold this, sweetie.” she 
said, wrapping her fingers around him, guiding his cock 
to her waiting lips. The anticipation was too great, and 
he knew he wouldn’t last very long.

His body tensed, and she leaned away, feeling the first 
wet splotch of cum hit her cheek. Closing her eyes, she 
felt the gooey liquid cover her face, dripping down to 
her chest. It was in her hair, on her neck, on her 
forehead. It was everywhere.

Something stroked the side of her face; he was using his 
cock to clean the cum from her cheek, bringing it to her 
lips. She slurped it off, licking his cock with broad, 
flat strokes of her tongue. He helped clean her off, his 
cock staying hard from all the attention.

Dropping to his knees, he kissed her, holding her sticky 
face in his hands. “Have I told you lately how much I 
love you?” He asked.

“You never tell me often enough.” She answered. He 
stiffened as her fingers brushed his cock, stroking him. 
“But I think, right now, you can take me upstairs and 
show me......”

“You mean, you want to make love to a man with a huge 
nose like this?” He asked, helping her to her feet.

“Not if you’re going to start that again.” She leaned 
against him, giving him a kiss on his nose. “If you’re 
going to keep whining like this, the you will be sleeping 
alone.”

“Uhm..... you know, I think my nose is majestic.” He 
kissed her again, following her towards the stairs. After 
all, he wasn’t a fool......

”C” is for Control

She emerged from her bath in time to hear the front door 
slam. Apparently, he had arrived home, and he seemed to 
be in a poor mood. Slipping into her warm robe, she 
wrapped a towel around her wet hair, and headed down to 
see him.

“Bad day?” She asked sympathetically. It was a redundant 
question, judging by the scowl on his face. She handed 
him a Diet Coke, leading him to the couch to relax. He 
was so tense he didn’t even respond to her cuddling, 
sitting like a lump on the edge of the seat. “Would you 
like to tell me about it?” She asked softly.

He started slowly, pouring all his day’s frustrations out 
to her. She listened carefully, asking questions to 
clarify different points, then gently leaned her head 
against his shoulder. “What can I do to help?” She asked.

He was silent a moment, then he gave her a stiff hug, 
kissing her on the forehead. “Just having you hear to 
talk to helps me.” He told her. “Now all I need is to 
find something to take my mind off everything.” He 
sighed. “Maybe I’ll go get a movie. Something funny. What 
do you think about that?”

“Maybe.” She thought for a moment, then stood up, walking 
out of the room. “Be right back!” She called over her 
shoulder. As she walked, she unwrapped the towel around 
her hair, she tossing it into the laundry basket as she 
passed. In less than a minute, she’d returned. “Now 
then.” She said, pushing her robe off her shoulders and 
letting it fall to the floor. She held out a brush, 
motioning him over. “I will tell you what you will do 
this evening. First, you may crawl over here and brush my 
hair.”

“Wow.” His eyes grew wide as he took in the woman before 
him. Her hair hung damp around her face, spilling over 
her bare shoulders. Hands on her hips, she stood naked 
save for a pair of lacy black panties and black heels. 
Impatiently, she kicked her robe away, tapping her foot. 
“Is there a problem?” She asked.

“Uh, no.” He jumped up, hand out for the brush.

“No!” She snapped her fingers, pointing to the carpet. “I 
only gave you permission to crawl to me, not walk.” She 
had to hide a smile at the look of shock on his face. 
But, she noticed, the shock quickly turned to a smile. 
“And I expect you to address me appropriately.”

“Oh, yes ma’am.” He quickly dropped to his knees. She 
raised one eyebrow disapprovingly. “Yes, Mistress?” He 
asked.

“That’s better.” She turned and walked towards the dining 
room, looking once over her shoulder to ensure he 
followed. Walking on three inch heels put a sway in her 
walk anyway, but she exaggerated it, stopping when she 
reached the table. Again, she stood arms akimbo, glaring 
impatiently at him as he slowly crawled towards her. 
“Must I wait all day for you to move my chair?” She 
intoned stonily.

“Oh, no Mistress.” He crawled faster, looking, she 
thought, quite comical in his business suit. Without 
looking up at her, he pulled the chair out, waiting until 
she sat down.

Gently, she reached out and stroked his cheek, feeling 
his five o’clock shadow. One finger under his chin, she 
raised his head until he was looking at her. “You may 
gently brush my hair.” She said. “But I’m warning you to 
be careful. For every time you pull my hair, I shall 
spank you with the brush.” She saw the same shock flare 
in his eyes, but she was beginning to enjoy this now. “Do 
you understand?”

He took the brush and nodded. “Yes Mistress.” He replied. 
Rising to his feet, he stood behind her, lifting the damp 
hair from her shoulders. With great tenderness, he began 
to brush the ends of her hair, gently untangling the long 
strands.

He loved to brush her hair, she knew, and since she loved 
to have her hair played with, it worked well. Closing her 
eyes, she enjoyed the luxury of having her man attend to 
her. Ordinarily, she would baby him if he had a bad day. 
Make him dinner, give him a massage, and suck on his cock 
until he begged her to stop from the pleasure. But she 
still smarted from being tied up with his belt a few 
weeks back. Oh, they’d both enjoyed it, of course, but 
this was her turn.

“Ow.” She said crossly, though he’d been extremely 
careful not to pull her hair. “That’s one.” She warned. 
“Don’t let it happen again.”

“I’m sorry Mistress.” He said. She noticed him shifting 
as he brushed her hair, knowing that the exercise 
combined with the view of her naked breasts had probably 
made those slacks very uncomfortable. After a few more 
“Ows” on her part, she relaxed again, letting him just 
brush her hair

from crown to end a few times.

“That was not... too bad.” She offered. Reclaiming the 
brush, she stood, turning to face him. “I do enjoy the 
look of a nice business suit.” She began, scratching one 
finger down his chest, opening the buttons of his dress 
shirt as she worked her way down his stomach. “But I 
prefer the site of you in a tee shirt. Remove jacket and 
dress shirt.” She turned, walking back towards the living 
room. “Leave the tie.”

“You may prepare supper. A salad, and there’s fish. Then 
you may serve me in the living room.” She left him. 
Laughter threatened to overwhelm her, so she turned on 
the television to provide a background while she planned 
her next move. Her original plan had been to get him hot 
and bothered, and it had worked. But now she wanted to 
continue being in charge for a while.

“Mistress.” He said, offering her a plate. Simple fare to 
be sure, but it smelled wonderful. Like an obedient 
slave, he knelt beside her, hands resting in his lap. 
Since her plate was overflowing, and he had none, she 
offered him bites of food, pretending to be absorbed in 
watching Jeopardy on TV. Just to be cruel, she stretched 
her legs out where he had to look at them, look but not 
touch. “that was adequate.” She said, setting her plate 
aside. Actually, it had been delicious, but one should 
never over compliment a slave.

“My legs are dry.” She said, rubbing her hand up and down 
her calves. “Go and fetch my lotion.”

He returned in a flash, and she motioned for him to apply 
it. Again, she’d chosen something he loved to do, and the 
pleasure he took in rubbing the lotion into her skin was 
more than evident in his eyes. Of course, having his 
hands moving up and down her legs had quite an effect on 
her, as well. “That’s enough.” She told him, standing up. 
“Since you have done such a good job tonight, I will 
allow you to pleasure me with your tongue.”

“Oh, thank you, Mistress.” He moved quickly, kissing up 
the inside of her leg to the lacy black panties. Pressing 
his nose against her mound, he breathed in deeply, 
inhaling her womanly odor. Hooking his thumbs in the 
waistband, he slid them down to the floor, helping her to 
step out of them. Pushing her back onto the sofa, he took 
her legs over his shoulder and buried his face in her 
pussy.

She fought the urge to scream as his mouth met her nether 
lips, his tongue sliding between them to tease her aching 
clit. He could work miracles with his mouth, she knew, 
and tonight he seemed determined to pull out all the 
stops. Sucking on her clit like a small penis, his teeth 
nibbling the sensitive nub, he drove her over the edge. 
Fingers twisted into his hair, she climaxed, her body 
twisting in pleasure.

Now she felt his tongue probing deep inside her, pushing 
inside, slurping her body’s honey up as fast as he could. 
Throwing her head back in total abandon, she arched her 
back, thrusting her pussy up to meet his most intimate 
kiss.

“That’s enough.” She commanded after her second climax. 
She swung her legs away from him, straightening upright. 
His face was shiny from her juices, and he licked his 
lips clean while she watched. “You are good slave.” She 
said, patting him on the head. It took effort, but she 
gained her feet, and began heading for the bedroom. “Good 
night. Clean up after yourself before you go to sleep.”

Complete disbelief showed on his face. “Mistress?” He 
whined.

“Yes?” She sounded displeased.

“Please. mistress, I beg you... don’t leave me like 
this.”

She smiled. The bulge in his pants was clearly evident. 
“Oh yes. I forgot your punishment.” Reclaiming her 
hairbrush, she smacked it into her palm repeatedly. 
“Remove your pants and bend over the coffee table.”

“But... but....” His eyes grew wide, but he complied. 
Dropping his pants, he sighed, his cock pressing out 
through the thin boxer shorts. It was stiff, purple and 
swollen, and her gaze made it swell more. Removing boxer 
shorts, he nervously bent down, his elbows leaning on the 
table. “That was 6 strokes, was it not slave?” She asked.

“Five mistress.”

“Seven?” she said, since he’d argued with her. THWACK! 
Just hard enough to sting, she landed the first blow 
square on his ass. Six more followed, his ass cheeks 
turning a cheery pink. Rubbing her hands over the freshly 
spanked skin, she squeezed and pinched him, listening to 
his breathing change to a rapid panting. Smiling 
impishly, she slid her hands between his legs, gave his 
balls a little squeeze, then took hold of his cock. “My 
goodness. This looks painful.”

His answer was a groan. “Well, I suppose we should take 
care of that.” Retrieving her discarded underwear, she 
allowed him to sit on the edge of the table, then handed 
him her panties. “You may use these. She told him, 
sinking back into the sofa. Crossing her legs, she 
allowed one shoe to dangle from her toes. “Go ahead.” She 
said.

“Uh.....” He blushed, realizing what she was telling him 
to do. Wrapping the dainty panties around his cock, he 
slowly stroked it up and down, feeling the rough lace 
slide around the sensitive head. “Tell me what you’re 
thinking.” She said, watching him jerk off into her 
underwear. “What do you fantasize while you do this?”

“That it’s your lips and your teeth wrapped around my 
cock.” He groaned. “That you’re sucking on my cock, 
waiting for me to shoot the cum down your throat.” He 
groaned again. “Or that I’m driving this hard cock into 
your wet pussy.”

She let him continue this way a few minutes more. “Lay 
back.” She ordered. Pushing his hands away, she 
positioned herself so she slid down onto his cock. Her 
pussy seemed to suck him in deep, her muscles 
automatically clamping around him. Rocking her hips, she 
kept the friction between them going. “Is this what you 
had in mind?” She asked.

“Oh yes.” He looked at the beautiful woman who was 
fucking him, her body rising and falling on his hard 
cock, and he felt his cock begin to twitch, the way it 
did right before he was ready to cum. “Oh baby, I’m going 
to cum.” He moaned.

“I haven’t given you permission.” She said, stopping her 
movements. She slapped his hands as he tried to touch 
her, then reached down and began rubbing her clit. “You 
see, I want to feel your hardness inside me. I want to 
ride you, and then feel you explode deep inside me.” Her 
own breathing had become shallow, a hard pant. She began 
to ride him again, her breast bouncing with each 
movement. “Okay.” She managed, biting her lip. “You can 
cum now.”

She came as he did. Her body finally quivered to a stop, 
and she smiled down at him. “Now then.” She said, leaning 
over to kiss the hollow of his throat. “Don’t you feel 
better? Relaxed now?”

“I think that would be a yes.” He tweaked her nipple, 
delighting in the shudder it produced in her body. “And 
just think of all the fun we’ll have tomorrow. I will be 
the master, and you will be my beautiful, docile slave.”

“You think so?” She pushed away from him, rising 
haughtily. “And what makes you think I will give you 
permission to do that, slave?” She headed for the 
bedroom. “After all. no one said this was a one night 
only thing.”

He stared at her retreating form, then slowly rose, 
setting the room to order before taking the dishes to the 
kitchen. Perhaps he should make her some herbal tea. He 
wanted to please her. After all, he was a good slave, and 
pleasing his mistress was his first priority.

A Birthday Surprise

Arriving home late, he looked around with expectation, 
knowing she had to have planned something to commemorate 
his birthday. After all, he’d seen the box from the 
lingerie shop, and overheard whispers on the telephone 
about a big night she was planning. A surprise party, 
maybe, but he would hate that. Better she be dressed in 
something barely there, lying next to a birthday cake on 
the kitchen table. A German Chocolate cake, he thought, 
hanging his coat up in the closet. His two favorite 
desserts, side by side.

With a grin on his face, he stuck his head in the dining 
room, immediately dis-appointed by the empty table. She 
wasn’t in the kitchen, or the living room, either. Well, 
she was probably lying seductively on the bed, and if she 
was dressed, he’d have all the fun of unwrapping her. And 
if she wasn’t dressed, well.... He could feel his cock 
growing hard already.

She wasn’t in the bedroom. “Honey?” He called, walking 
through the seemingly empty house. “Honey?”

“In here!” He headed for the back room, following the 
sound of her voice. He found her, dressed in one of his 
old shirts, a baggy pair of jeans, and a scarf wrapped 
around her head. Everything in the room was covered with 
dropcloths, strange shapes he didn’t know. “Just painting 
the spare room, like we’ve talked about.” She smiled, 
offering him a paint brush. “Want to help?”

He looked at the brush, then back at her. Suddenly, his 
hopes for a wild night had disappeared. “What about 
dinner?” He asked, trying not to sound to disappointed.

“Dinner. Hmmm....” She shrugged. “How about pizza? I’ve 
got to get this finished.”

“But....” He started to say something about his birthday, 
then stopped. She’d forgotten. “I’ll call and order the 
pizza. I guess.” He turned and walked out of the room. He 
could not believe that she would forget! He sighed, 
heading to their room to change clothes. He may as well 
be comfortable if he was going to be miserable.

“Pizza.” He called, after he’d paid the delivery boy and 
closed the door. He dropped the box on the coffee table, 
plopping on the couch. Maybe something was on T.V. He 
could hear her rustling around in the kitchen, the water 
running as she washed up. “Bring me a pop.” He called.

He was flipping through the channels as she walked in the 
room, and he didn’t notice her until she sat down and 
crossed her legs. Long, lovely legs, in sheer black 
hosiery, a dainty gold anklet dangling over the heel of 
some very sexy pumps. He let his eyes follow the long leg 
up to the sexy white flesh of her thighs, peeking out 
from under her very short skirt.

She wore a lace bustier that showed her dark nipples 
clearly, her hair falling in lovely curls on her 
shoulders. Handing him a can of soda, she leaned back 
into the couch cushions, a big smile on her face. “Happy 
birthday, lover.” She said.

“You did remember!” He stroked her calves, enjoying the 
feel of the nylons on her skin. Running his hands up her 
legs, he squeezed the soft flesh of her thighs, his hopes 
returning. “Let’s skip the pizza and go straight to bed.”

“Skip the pizza? I hate cold pizza!” Opening the box, she 
pulled out a slice, and handed it to him, then took one 
for herself, the cheese stretching, taking a bite off the 
end. An errant piece of sausage tumbled off the pizza, 
landing with a greasy splat in the deep well between her 
breasts. She dropped the pizza on the lid of the box, 
then looked up at him with mock despair. “Oooh! My hands 
are greasy. You’d better help me get that out.”

“Gladly!” He dropped his own piece and took her by the 
shoulders, pulling her towards him. With his tongue, he 
dug the piece of sausage out from between her breasts, 
licking the sides of her breasts, running his tongue 
along the lacy edge of the bustier.

He could feel her hands at the opening of his jeans, 
freeing his semi-erect cock, her fingers stroking the 
head, making it grow stiff quickly. It didn’t take him 
long to figure out how to free her breasts, gently 
squeezing them together with his hands, licking the 
nipples with broad strokes of his tongue. Shifting 
underneath him, she brought her legs up around his waist, 
guiding his cock into her wet pussy.

He started slow, pushing the length of his cock into her 
pussy, then pulling it almost completely out before 
plunging back in. Her fingernails in his back signified 
the approach of her first orgasm, her body thrusting back 
up at him as she climaxed. Nuzzling his face between her 
breasts, he licked the space between them again, sucking 
on the tender undersides before starting back on her 
nipples again.

He began to thrust into her faster, harder, his own 
breathing growing faster as he fought to keep control. 
When he felt her pussy muscles begin to constrict around 
him once again, he let go, groaning loudly as he shot his 
cum inside her.

Collapsing on top of her, he kissed her neck, her face, 
letting his body relax. “Oh honey, that was great. What a 
great birthday.”

“Well, I had to do something to make you forget how old 
your getting.” He could hear the laughter in her voice. 
Stretching her arm to reach the pizza, she plucked a 
piece of pepperoni off, dropping it on her still hard 
nipple. “Besides,” she said, as he snatched the pepperoni 
with his teeth, his tongue darting out to lick the nipple 
clean. “The night’s not over. We’re going to make this an 
even better birthday.”

A Change in Plans

She called him to see what time he would be home that 
night. They had talked yesterday about their plans for 
tonight, trying to decide which movie to go to. “Did you 
decide what you want to see tonight?” She asked him.

He chuckled deep in his throat. “What would I like to see 
tonight?” His voice was low. “How about you, tied up, a 
sexy little slave girl waiting for her master?”

“A slave girl?” She laughed. “How about a leather clad 
dominatrix, ready to crack her whip at her pet?”

He was quiet for a moment. “How about we save that for 
tomorrow?”

“How about you think about what movie you want to see, 
and I’ll get dinner ready. Okay?” He was still laughing 
as she hung up the phone.

What made her decide to do it, she would never know. But 
she had about 15 minutes to get ready before he would be 
home.

She didn’t know what a slave girl might wear, but she 
knew what he would like. Red satin bra and panties, 
garter belt, red stockings, and high heels. She looked at 
the bed and wondered how she could tie herself up there, 
and decided against it.

The living room had a big hook in the ceiling where she 
had a hanging plant. He wanted a tied up slave girl, 
well, she would be tied up in the living room where he 
would see her almost as soon as he came in.

She had just gotten everything into place when she heard 
his key in the lock. She shivered with excitement, 
knowing he would be surprised, knowing that this evening 
would be an interesting one.

“I’m home!” He called, swinging the door open. Dropping 
his briefcase on the floor next to the closet, he hung up 
his coat, listening for her to respond. “Hello?” He 
called.

He almost didn’t see her as he rounded the corner. Her 
muffled cries drew his attention, his eyes quickly 
assessing the situation. “Oh my....”

She was standing in the corner, dressed in her sexy red 
lingerie, hands pulled up over her head and tied to the 
hook in the ceiling with a black scarf. She looked so 
alluring, arms stretched up like that, her breasts 
thrusting towards him, her legs beautifully shaped by the 
heels she wore. She’d even tied a second scarf around her 
mouth, like a gag. His cock leapt to attention, throbbing 
as it grew. “I take it we aren’t going to a movie 
tonight?”

“Mmmphhlm.” She made a half-hearted attempt to struggle 
against the restraints on her arms, her breasts jiggling 
in the red bra. Crossing the room to where she stood, he 
reached out and touched the red satin cups, feeling the 
nipples harden under his touch. “Oh, man.... I can’t 
believe you did this!” He lowered his head to kiss the 
soft skin swelling over the edge of the bra, his tongue 
flicking down the sweet valley between her breasts.

His hands wandered down her sides, rubbing gently, 
working around to cup the satin clad cheeks of her ass. 
Holding her tightly against him, he pressed his hard cock 
against her, and her hard nipples poking his chest. 
Slipping one finger into the crotch of her panties, he 
felt her love juices running out, soaking the thin 
material. “A little excited, are we dear?” He chuckled.

Stepping back, he stared at her, enjoying the writhing 
form before him. With casual deliberateness, he 
undressed, knowing she was watching. His cock stuck 
straight out, slick with precum. Stepping up to her, it 
rubbed against her stomach as he leaned in close to kiss 
her, his lips touching hers around the gag. His hands ran 
up her body now, up her arms, touching the scarf that 
held her bound. Kissing down her neck and shoulders, he 
untied her, guiding her arms down.

“Are you my little slave girl?” He asked. She nodded, her 
body trembling as he kissed across her back and 
shoulders, slow kisses in what he knew was an erogenous 
zone for her. Licking slowly down her spine, he slipped 
his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling 
them off her his as far as he could without unhooking the 
stockings.

Standing behind her, he slid the head of his cock between 
her legs, feeling it glide effortlessly in between her 
wet pussy lips. The head of his cock rubbed against her 
hard clit, making her moan into the gag with each stroke. 
His hands massaged her breasts, tweaking her nipples, 
nibbling on her shoulders.

She climaxed hard, her body trembling, his arms around 
her keeping her from falling. The muscles of her ass 
squeezed around the base of his cock, her cum pouring out 
down the inside her thighs.

Separating, he led her to the couch, fastening her arms 
to the end table with the same scarf she’d used to 
surprise him. Kneeling on the floor, he pulled her hips 
off the couch, spreading her legs wide. Planting his hard 
cock inside her wet pussy, he began to pump, thrusting 
his hips forward hard and fast, his balls slamming 
against her ass with each stroke.

She arched her back as her orgasm ripped through her, her 
legs clasping around his waist. He dropped on top of her, 
pressing his face into her breasts, emptying his seed 
deep into her belly. He lay there a moment, feeling the 
last tremors of her orgasm pass, a deep purr of 
contentment coming from her with each breath.

Removing the gag, he kissed her, his tongue wetting her 
dry lips. “You really surprised me.” He told her.

“I thought that was what you wanted to see.” She said, a 
trace of laughter in her voice. “Untie me now?”

“Untie you?” His fingers stroked the underside of her 
left arm, the soft skin exposed by the way she was bound. 
“I don’t think so. Not quite yet. The evening is young.”

He silenced her objection with another kiss, his fingers 
doing things to make her squirm beneath him. “After all, 
you are my little slave girl tonight, right?”

She smiled, nodding. “Tonight I am your slave girl.” She 
said. Her smile grew wicked. “But tomorrow, remember, you 
said it would be my turn.” He recalled the dominatrix 
comment she’d made earlier.

“I think I might be in trouble.” He said with a smile.

A little afternoon fun

“Honey!” She called from the kitchen. “I need a hand in 
here!”

He sighed, closing his book and forcing himself up off 
the couch. It was not that he minded helping her, but 
today he felt like just sitting around and being lazy, 
and she was cleaning. Actually, he thought, his mind 
wandering, he felt like dragging her into the bedroom and 
spending the day in there. Put all this energy of hers to 
a good use! Grinning, he rounded the corner to the 
kitchen. “What do you need, sweetie?”

She was standing with the refrigerator open, peering 
around the door to see him. “Nothing much.” She answered. 
With a sudden motion, she slammed the door to the fridge, 
raising a water gun up and taking aim. “Just this.” She 
answered, as ice cold water sprayed across his body.

He was so startled, he stood their for a heartbeat, 
staring down at the wet stain that spread across his 
clothes. “I can’t believe you did that.” He said slowly. 
She was giggling, her hands covering her mouth to 
suppress the laughter. “You little minx!”

He took off after her, and she squealed, turning and 
running through the dining room. Thinking fast, he turned 
around and ducked out the way he’d come, cutting her off 
as she tried to make it out the back door. She squealed 
again, spinning around and heading down the hallway to 
their bedroom.

He heard the bathroom door slam before he got there, and 
he pounded on the door, calling her name. “Let me in!” He 
cried.

“Who are you, the big bad wolf?” She asked, though she 
was still laughing so hard, it was hard to understand 
her. “Are you going to blow the house down?”

“Grrrrr!” He turned and stormed away, making a great deal 
of noise and many blustery sounds. She waited almost ten 
minutes before she dared to open the door, carefully 
peeking around the door frame to make sure he wasn’t 
there. “Honey?” She whispered. “Are you there?”

No answer. She crept out of the bathroom, the water gun 
tucked into her waistband, acting like a spy in an old 
movie. Tip-toeing through the house, she looked for him, 
expecting him around every corner.

“Honey?” She chewed her lip nervously, wondering where 
he’d gone. He wasn’t anywhere in the house that she could 
see. Maybe he’d been so upset he’d left! She rushed to 
the garage, wanting to see if his car was still there-

SPLASH! She didn’t see him, didn’t see the bucket full of 
water that flew at her. She stood in the door to the 
garage, spluttering, completely drenched. He smiled, 
enjoying the way her wet clothing clung to her body. 
Especially the way her shirt clung around her beautiful 
breasts, the cold water making the nipples spring to 
life. “A wet tee-shirt contest.” He said, laughing. “My 
very favorite!”

She blushed, and he reached out to tweak her nipples, as 
if to punctuate his comment. “Using a bucket was not 
fair.” She cried.

“Catching me off guard was not fair.” He folded his arms 
across his chest, looking indignant. Quick as a flash, 
she pulled the water gun from her waistband, shooting him 
twice before turning to run again. “No you don’t!” He 
called, running after her. “I’m not letting you get away 
that easily!”

His long arms proved to be her downfall, as he reached 
out and grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her back 
towards him. She tucked the gun into her back pocket, 
then turned to wrestle with him. He clutched her to him, 
dragging her to the floor, pinning her under him. “No 
fair!” She cried, squirming to get free.

“Life’s not fair, baby!” He said, kissing her. Slipping 
his tongue into her mouth, he let his hands roam across 
her wet tee-shirt, noticing that her struggles were 
decreasing, her hands starting to stroke his back.

Her hands went to his pants, tugging them down his hips, 
caressing his ass. He smiled, trailing kisses down her 
face to her neck, licking along her collar bone. “I want 
to make love to you.” He whispered.

She made a sound like a purr, then started to wriggle out 
of her shorts. “Oh, you got me so wet!” She moaned, 
struggling with the wet denim.

“I’m going to make you wetter still.” He said, his mouth 
closing around her nipple through the wet tee shirt. His 
fingers slipped down to rub her clit, feeling her body 
tense at his touch. But right now, he couldn’t wait, 
needing to feel her warm, wet pussy around his cock.

With a sigh, he slid into her, her thighs clamping around 
his body. He pumped in and out of her, slowly, enjoying 
the feel of her beneath him, enjoying the feel of her 
body moving and grinding against him. Her hard nipples 
pressed into his chest, her hands roaming his back.

She cried out with pleasure, her fingernails digging into 
her back as she came. He stopped his pumping and held 
her, letting her body calm down a moment. She reached up 
and kissed him, then locked her thighs around him, and 
rolled them both over so she was now sitting on top of 
him. “It’s your turn to be on the cold floor.” She 
laughed.

“Mmm.” He said, pushing the tee shirt up, baring her 
breasts. “Gladly.”

Reaching behind her, she grabbed the squirt gun, hiding 
it behind her hips as she rode up and down on his hard 
cock. She toyed with the idea of squirting him, of 
getting the last laugh, then changed her mind. Dropping 
the gun, she leaned forward, bringing her breasts down to 
his lips. As he shot his hot cum deep inside her, she 
smiled. Now would not be the time to squirt him with cold 
water, she thought, her body responding to his with equal 
fire.

Tomorrow would be a good time to squirt him again!

A New Scarf

They were having an argument. She loved the long scarf, 
and he thought it was the silliest thing he’d ever seen.

It was 8 ft. long, brightly colored, and he said it made 
it her look like a bag lady. “Well, fine!” She plopped 
down on the bed, not looking at him. Holding the scarf in 
her hands, she twisted the material tightly. “I don’t 
care what you say. I like it.”

“Hmm...” He reached out his hand, taking the scarf. “Let 
me look at it again. Okay?”

She handed it over, resting her hands in her lap. “I 
don’t have to wear it when you’re with me.” She said.

“Oh, I can think of a way I’d like to see you wearing 
it.” He moved quickly, wrapping the scarf around her 
wrists, binding them together. “Hey!” She cried, tugging 
at the binding. “What are you doing?”

“This!” He laid her back gently, tying the other end of 
the scarf to the headboard. “Honey.” She began, but he 
silenced her with a kiss. One hand snaked down to the 
waistband of her skirt, tugging the shirt free. In no 
time, he had the blouse unbuttoned, massaging her soft 
breasts through the satiny bra.

Tugging the skirt down over her hips, he began kissing 
her stockinged legs, running his hands across the nylon 
to caress her round ass. He ignored her protests, letting 
his tongue trace its way from her knees and up her 
thighs, stopping at her sweet pussy. Even through the 
nylons and underwear, he could feel her wetness, and he 
placed his mouth over her pussy, blowing gently.

Her protests turned to soft moans, her body beginning to 
twist and thrash under his touch. Rolling the nylons off 
of her, he tied them around her ankles with a grin, 
spreading her legs wide. She protested as he ripped the 
flimsy panties off, shaking her head when he threatened 
to gag her. “I think I shall spend the afternoon right 
here, my face buried between your legs.” She groaned, 
twisiting in her bonds. “How many times can I make you 
cum, I wonder.”

By the third orgasm, she was begging to be untied, the 
insides of her thighs wet from his saliva and her own 
juices. “I think I like the view from here.” He said, 
making her blush. He lowered his head, sucking on her 
swollen clit. “Maybe, though, I need to pay some 
attention to your nipples.” He began licking his way up 
her stomach, kissing the undersides of her breasts, his 
fingertips playing with the hard nipples.

He could stand it no longer. Slipping out of his jeans, 
he slipped his hard cock into her dripping pussy, his 
hands gripping her buttocks as he thrust into her. Her 
hands pulled up over her head like that made her breasts 
stand out, and it wasn’t long before they were both 
cuming.

Lying on top of her, exhausted, he nuzzled her neck, 
enjoying the warmth of her body beneath him. “How do you 
feel?” He asked.

“With my fingertips.” She laughed, running her hands down 
his back to cup his ass. “You’re hands are free!” He 
cried in surprise.

“Of course.” She said, giving him a little squeeze. “You 
didn’t think that little scarf would hold me, did you?” 
He kissed him, tasting a hint of her cum still on his 
breath. “Just wait. I’ll teach you how to tie a good 
knot. And you’ll find out how much fun it is to be tied 
down and helpless.”

He grinned, feeling himself grow hard again. “I think I 
would like that.....”

An Evening Out

She’d started before they’d even entered the house for 
the party. In the dark, in the car, she’d rolled the 
short hem of her skirt up past the tops of her stockings 
and showed him her bare thighs, her bare hips, bringing 
his fingers down to touch her bare pussy. “So you know 
what to look forward to.” she told him.

Now he had a grin on his face he couldn’t dampen, and if 
he brought his fingertips up to his nose, he could catch 
a hint of her scent. He watched her walk across the room, 
his mind moving forward to the evening once they were 
home. She really knew how to affect him.

She smiled at him, passing him a drink. To anyone 
watching, it appeared to be a normal exchange between 
them. But only he saw the wink, only he heard her 
whisper, “I want you.” Brushing her breasts across his 
arm, she added, “I need you.”

He felt the response in his nether regions immediately, 
but she only smiled and wandered away, wiggling her ass 
for his benefit. A thousand images flashed through his 
mind, but nothing that helped calm his carbonated 
hormones.

Dinner was not easier for him. She kept up her end in the 
conversations around the table, her hand on his thigh, on 
his crotch, stroking his hard on through his pants. He 
was hard pressed to appear normal, forcing himself to eat 
his meal and smile at the people around him. With a 
gentle smile, she turned her attention on him, mischief 
sparkling in her eyes. “I want you.” She whispered again.

When they left the table, he watched her head out of the 
room, towards the back of the house where the bathrooms 
were. Trying to appear casual, he followed her, his long 
strides easily overtaking her. “Honey!”

She cried as he came up behind her, pushing her into the 
bathroom and locking the door. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think I am doing, you little tease?” He 
grinned, undoing his pants. With a sigh, he released his 
swollen cock. “Come here.”

“Oh, honey, not here.” She shook her head. “Someone might 
come by....” She swallowed hard, her own desire 
threatening to overwhelm her. “We should head for home.”

He shook his head, pushing her up against the sink and 
raising her short skirt over her ass. Running his hands 
over her plump ass cheeks, he slid a finger into her 
pussy, feeling the wetness he knew he would find. “You 
said you wanted me.” He whispered, sliding his hard cock 
into her. “Now you have me.”

She moaned, closing her eyes as he pumped in and out of 
her. He ran his hands under her breasts, cupping them 
through the fabric of her dress. He watched her face in 
the mirror over the sink, watched his hands roaming 
across her body. Her lovely eyes fluttered open, watching 
the mirror.

Her breathing changed, her body beginning to shake and 
shudder as she approached her orgasm. Grabbing the hand 
towel off the towel rack, he folded it lengthwise into 
fourths, sliding it between her teeth to muffle her 
cries. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he held her 
through the orgasm, then started pumping into even her 
harder, faster, stroking her clit, making her squirm and 
groan even more. When she climaxed again, he came with 
her, shooting his cum deep inside her.

He left the bathroom before she did, ducking down the 
dark hall and stepping back into the party with a grin on 
his face. When she emerged, she was walking carefully, 
and he remembered that she had no underwear on. “I still 
want you.” She whispered as she passed, heading for the 
front door. He went to collect their coats and make their 
excuses to the hostess. The night was still young, and he 
had a lot to look forward to.

At the Movies

The movie was bad.

Boring, dull, in spite of the good reviews. She sighed, 
leaning her head on his shoulder. He seemed to be 
enjoying it. “Can we go?” She whispered. “Please.”

“Shh. I wanna see how it ends.”

Slumping in her seat, she glared at the screen. Besides 
the two of them, there were three other couples in the 
theater, and the couple closest to them stood up and 
left. She didn’t realize she was fidgeting until he 
placed a hand on her knee, whispering for her to calm 
down. Crossing one leg over the other, she tugged her 
skirt up a bit, so his hand rested on her stockinged leg. 
He didn’t seem to notice.

Grumbling to herself, she tugged the skirt higher, 
showing the tops of her stockings. Twisting around, she 
leaned against him as much as the confining seats 
allowed, letting her breast fall heavily against his arm. 
One hand snaked down to his lap, caressing the inside his 
thigh.

“Honey!” He whispered frantically. “Shhh.” She nodded at 
the screen, inching her fingers farther up his leg. 
“Watch the movie.”

He made a slight whimpering noise, but said no more, his 
eyes focused on the screen. Her fingers rubbed the bulge 
in his pants, feeling his cock leap as she began to pay 
attention to it. Leaning her head back on his shoulder, 
she unbuttoned his slacks, feeling his deep intake of 
breath as she freed his straining erection.

With one finger she began stroking the shaft, smearing 
the drop of precum around the head, then she brought her 
finger to her mouth, licking it clean.

Though he pretended not to watch her, she could see him 
peeking out of the corner of his eye, so, to give him a 
good show, she closed her lips around her finger, sucking 
it in and out of her mouth.

His fingers began to crawl up her thigh, and she 
suppressed a smile, waiting until they crossed her 
stocking top, then she re-crossed her legs, trapping his 
hand between her thighs. She giggled, his squirming 
fingers tickling as he tried to free his hand.

Licking her palm, she wrapped her hand around his cock, 
sliding it up and down the way he liked. He ceased his 
attempts to free his hand, closing his eyes and moaning 
softly. She slid further down in the seat, working her 
hand faster. Neither of them were paying any attention to 
the movie anymore, and she slid still lower. 
“Honey......” He whispered.

“Movie.” She responded, squatting on the floor in front 
of him. With a delicate swipe of her tongue, she cleaned 
the tip of his cock of all the precum, then covered the 
head with her mouth. Her hand still stroking the shaft, 
she sucked and licked his cock until she felt his body 
tense, knowing he was about to cum.

“Oh, honey... an usher!” He tapped her shoulder, even as 
he began to spurt hot cum down her throat. His groans 
stopped in his throat, as he struggled to keep his body 
still in the seat. He could see the red light of the 
usher’s flashlight as he walked down the aisle. “Usher!” 
He hissed again.

When the red light fell on them, she was back in her 
seat, her head resting against his chest, eyes closed as 
though sleeping. His arm draped lazily across her, 
resting on her hip. Without pausing, the usher moved on, 
exiting the theater at the front exit. “That was close!” 
He said. His hand caressed her ass through her skirt. 
“Let’s head for home.”

“Home!” She sat up, focusing all her attention on the 
screen. “And miss the end of the movie?”

Nothing he could say would make her budge until the movie 
was over, either.

Bike Rides

It took a lot of talking, but she finally convinced him 
to come bike riding with her.

“It’s cold!” He whined. “This is November. Bike riding is 
a summer time activity. We should concentrate on indoor 
sports!”

“Oh, don’t be such a big baby.” She swung her leg over 
the cross bar (she insisted on riding a man’s bike), 
inching her butt over the seat. She had to stand on her 
tip-toes to do that, the muscles in her legs showing 
nicely in the tight, black bike pants she wore.

“I envy that bike seat.” He told her, waggling his 
eyebrows. She glared at him, frowning. “Well, I do. 
Thrusting between your thighs, rubbing against your sweet 
pussy.”

“Yeah?” She smiled. “Would you like to change places with 
the bicycle seat?” She asked. He nodded vigorously. 
“Well, if you want me... you’re going to have to catch 
me!”

She took off on her bike, speeding down the driveway and 
down the street. “You minx!” He shouted, mounting the 
bike and heading off after her.

Her laughter whipped past him, carried by the wind. He 
knew he could catch up to her, and she knew it, too. He 
followed her down the quiet streets of their subdivision, 
across a school play ground, and over to the park.

Across the grass and up a small hill, she came to a stop, 
spinning the bike around to face him. “Come on Mr. Slow 
poke!” She hollered. “I thought you were going to catch 
me!”

She was off again, coasting down the hill towards the 
small cluster of trees at the other end of the park. He 
doubled his efforts, circling the hill and tearing after 
her. Through the trees, around the park, and back the way 
they’d come. Closer and closer, until he was right behind 
her.

They were too winded now to yell taunts at each other. 
Though he’d started talking about the bike seat as a joke 
to try to convince her not to embark on this insanity, he 
decided he did enjoy the view from back here. Seeing her 
legs pumping the pedals, the way she lifted her ass off 
the seat to get a little extra momentum. And watching her 
settle back on the seat, the thin tip of the seat 
disappearing between her thighs... He groaned. Now was 
not the time to get a boner! It made riding the bike 
difficult....

She turned into their driveway, riding into the open 
garage door, clicking the door to close behind her. 
“Hey!” He shouted, but she ignored him. He rode around to 
the back yard, entering the garage through the rear door. 
The garage was empty.

“Honey?” He called, heading into the house. Rounding the 
corner to the living room, he saw her, still sitting on 
her bike. “So, Sport. Is that a bicycle pump in your 
pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” She asked, 
eyeing the bulge in his jogging pants. “And just what set 
you off?”

“Watching you ride that bike seat. The way you lifted 
your ass off to try and get ahead of me, and then sat 
back down. I just watched that, wishing it was my cock 
you were sitting down on.”

“Really? You mean, this is what got you all excited?” She 
pantomimed the movement he described. “What about this?” 
She ground her pussy down on the hard bicycle seat, 
squirming until she had the best contact on her clit. 
“You like that? Now you know why I like bike riding so 
much.”

“Ohhhh! You are terrible! I swear you lay awake at night 
thinking of new ways to torment me!” Crossing the room to 
stand behind her, he slid his arms around her waist, 
hugging her. “You can make anything erotic, can’t you?”

“I try.” She leaned back against him, feeling his lips 
nibbling at her ear. His fingers slid under the waistband 
of her pants, cold fingers slipping into her warm, wet 
slit. She moaned as his chilled digits rubbed her clit, 
then diving deeper into the wet hole. “And you just love 
to make me squirm like this.” She gasped.

“Uh-huh.” He pulled his hand from her pants, licking her 
juices from his fingers. “I think we make a good team, 
then.” He pulled her off the bike, dancing her over to 
the couch. With a smile, he undressed her with his hands, 
his mouth tasting the skin he bared. He made her squirm 
even more, her body quivering as he explored it. “Please, 
sweetheart... I need to feel you inside me now.” She 
begged.

Sitting back on the couch, he pulled her onto his lap, 
sinking his cock deep inside her wet warmth. She was 
excited by his hands and mouth; feeling the aching 
emptiness suddenly full sent her over the edge, drenching 
his cock with her pussy juices. Holding her tight, he let 
her buck against him, waiting for her to calm down.

With slow deliberateness, they made love, her body riding 
on his cock, his hands massaging her breasts, stroking 
her sensitive nipples. When they came, it was long and 
hard, their cries echoing together through their house.

Bodies together, he rolled her onto her back, covering 
her body with his. “You know, I really have a problem.” 
He said between kisses.

“What’s that?” She asked.

“I’m never going to be able to look at bike riding the 
same way again....”

Break Time

She had watched him all evening, slaving over the 
computer, his brow knotted as he focused on the task at 
hand. Frustration filled his features, and she could feel 
his tension from across the room. She wanted to help him, 
ease some of his tensions.

“Why don’t you take a little break?” She whispered in his 
ear, her fingers massaging his tense shoulders. She 
nibbled on his ear, letting her hands roam down the front 
of his shirt. “I have to take care of this, honey.” He 
said.

“Mmmm...” She spun his chair around, wriggling into his 
lap. Running her fingers into his hair, she kissed him, 
deeply, passionately. “You have to take care of me, 
first, honey.” She replied.

She could feel his smile as they kissed, and she brought 
his hand up under her blouse, placing it on her breast. 
He needed no further encouragement; his fingers teasing 
her nipple, making it stiff under his attention. She 
could feel his hardness against her hip, and she wiggled 
her hips enough to rub against him, making him moan.

With an impish grin, she stood up and stepped out of his 
reach, her fingers unbuttoning her blouse, slowly 
gyrating her hips, doing a quiet strip tease. The blouse 
slid off one shoulder, then the other, and she turned her 
back to him, letting the blouse slide off her body to the 
floor. Hooking her fingers into her waistband, she rolled 
her shorts off her hips, stepping out of them and kicking 
them across the room.

He whistled, clapping enthusiastically. Dropping to her 
knees, she unzipped his slacks, removing his hard penis 
and sliding her tongue all over it. She didn’t need to 
hear his happy groaning to know how much he was enjoying 
it. His fingers twined into her hair, stroking her 
gently.

After a few minutes, she stood up, her smile contagious. 
“Like that?” She asked, not needing an answer. Sliding 
out of her underwear, she stepped up close to him, 
lowering her body down on his hardness.

Their bodies moved together, hands moving across the 
other’s body, mouths locked in a kiss. He felt her body 
tense, her back arch, and he pulled her close, holding 
her twisting body against him as she convulsed through 
her orgasm. Though he tried to hold out, he couldn’t, 
shooting deep inside her before she’d calmed down.

They sat together a moment more, bodies spent, just 
delighting in the touch of the other. “Feel better?” She 
asked. He nodded.

“Good.” She stood up, stepping away from and collecting 
her clothes. “Now get back to work.” He smiled, and 
watched her walk naked from the room.

Breakfast in Bed

NOTE: This takes place the morning after “The Massage.”

She awoke refreshed, feeling rested for the first time in 
a week. Stretching like a cat, she relished in the lack 
of tenseness, in the lack of pain in her muscles. He 
slumbered beside her, undisturbed by her movements. 
Suddenly, last night came flooding back into her memory. 
She fell asleep on him! He’d been giving her a delightful 
massage, and she had fallen asleep.

Suppressing a giggle, she slid out of bed, grabbing her 
robe and dashing from the robe. He’d been so sweet, so 
wonderful, and she’d fallen asleep after he’d made her 
feel so good. Well, let him sleep now. She would make up 
for that.

When she returned to their room, he was just waking, and 
he smiled sleepily at her. “Good Morning!” He said. “And 
what are you up to this fine morning?”

“Good Morning.” She returned happily. She rested the bed 
tray she carried on the bed, handing him the paper she 
had folded under her arm. “I have for you this morning a 
sausage omelet, coffee, and an apology.” She blushed. “I 
am sorry for falling asleep last night.”

“Oh Honey. Don’t be silly!” He reached for the breakfast 
tray, breathing deep the aroma of the morning coffee. 
“You’ve been so tired. I just wanted you to feel good.”

“And I did.” She lifted her orange juice in a toast, and 
they set into the meal. “But I bet you didn’t feel good 
when you went to sleep to last night. In fact, I’ll bet 
your cock was hard, and you had to calm down before you 
could sleep.”

“Well, yeah.” He felt his cock twitch as she spoke. “But 
Honey, you know I would rather you had the chance to get 
rested. One little hard-on won’t kill me, you know.” He 
ate the last bite of his omelet. “I love breakfast in 
bed!”

She finished her omelet and put her plate aside. “Well, 
honey, I’m wide awake now. And I want to make up for last 
night.” Moving the tray down to the floor, she crawled 
across the bed, kissing him. He could taste the sweetness 
of the orange juice on her lips, and he felt her probing 
hand move under the blankets to touch his semi-hard cock.

He dropped his hands to the belt on her robe, untying the 
knot. The fabric fell open, her breasts pushing their way 
out. Her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him 
gently, his cock growing in her grasp. Cupping her 
breasts, he pushed the soft flesh together, playing with 
the nipples.

“You have beautiful breasts.” He said, for the thousandth 
time. Catching her wrists, he held her hands up, then 
rolled, pining her beneath him. Fastening his lips around 
the nipple, he tried to suck her entire breast in his 
mouth, or so it seemed. She laughed, pushing his head 
back. “Stop! You know I’m ticklish on the undersides of 
my breasts.”

“Yes.” His fingers began to tickle her under her breasts, 
making her laugh even harder. “I know.”

“Beast.”

“Oh, beast, am I?” He laughed maniacally, lifting her 
hips so he could plunge his hard cock into her. She 
gasped, her pussy suddenly full, his balls slapping 
against her ass. “I’ll show you a beast, madam!”

He began to plunge in and out of her, hard and fast, 
growling in the back of his throat. She laughed, throwing 
her arms around his neck and enjoying the ride. Suddenly, 
he stopped.

“I’m tired.” He said, yawning. He pulled his cock out her 
and rolled over, closing his eyes. “Wake me up about 
noon.”

“What?” She sat up, outraged. “Why you.... you....”

He rolled over on his back, laughing at her. “Come on 
Baby.” He crooked his finger at her. “Come here.”

“Ooooh! You really are a beast!” She said, but she 
crawled across the bed, swinging her leg over to straddle 
him. One hand around her cock, she guided herself down on 
top of him. “Sometimes, I really hate you.”

“You would make love to a man you hate?”

“Only if it’s you, idiot!” She tweaked his nipple, and he 
immediately copied her move. His hand then trailed down 
her stomach to her clit, his fingers rubbing the little 
button until she cried out.

He came as she did, pulling her down and holding her 
against him. They lay together for some time, then he 
kissed her, sitting up to officially start the day. 
“Honey.” He said. “I think we should have breakfast in 
bed more often.”

Breaktime

(m/f, cons, romantic)

She had watched him all evening, slaving over the 
computer, his brow knotted as he focused on the task at 
hand. Frustration filled his features, and she could feel 
his tension from across the room. She wanted to help him, 
ease some of his tensions.

“Why don’t you take a little break?” she whispered in his 
ear, her fingers massaging his tense shoulders. She 
nibbled on his ear, letting her hands roam down the front 
of his shirt.

“I have to take care of this, honey.” He said.

“Mmmm...” She spun his chair around, wriggling into his 
lap. Running her fingers into his hair, she kissed him, 
deeply, passionately. “You have to take care of me, 
first, honey.” She replied.

She could feel his smile as they kissed, and she brought 
his hand up under her blouse, placing it on her breast. 
He needed no further encouragement; his fingers teasing 
her nipple, making it stiff under his attention. She 
could feel his hardness against her hip, and she wiggled 
her hips enough to rub against him, making him moan.

With an impish grin, she stood up and stepped out of his 
reach, her fingers unbuttoning her blouse, slowly 
gyrating her hips, doing a quiet strip tease. The blouse 
slid off one shoulder, then the other, and she turned her 
back to him, letting the blouse slide off her body to the 
floor. Hooking her fingers into her waistband, she rolled 
her shorts off her hips, stepping out of them and kicking 
them across the room.

He whistled, clapping enthusiastically. Dropping to her 
knees, she unzipped his slacks, removing his hard penis 
and sliding her tongue all over it. She didn’t need to 
hear his happy groaning to know how much he was enjoying 
it. His fingers twined into her hair, stroking her 
gently.

After a few minutes, she stood up, her smile contagious. 
“Like that?” she asked, not needing an answer. Sliding 
out of her underwear, she stepped up close to him, 
lowering her body down on his hardness.

Their bodies moved together, hands moving across the 
others body, mouths locked in a kiss. He felt her body 
tense, her back arch, and he pulled her close, holding 
her twisting body against him as she convulsed thorough 
her orgasm. Though he tried to hold out, he couldn’t, 
shooting deep inside her before she’d calmed down.

They sat together a moment more, bodies spent, just 
delighting in the touch of the other. “Feel better?” she 
asked. He nodded.

“Good.” She stood up, stepping away from and collecting 
her clothes.

“Now get back to work.” He smiled, and watched her walk 
naked from the room.

Candy Cane

Terry forced a smile as the small child climbed into his 
lap, dutifully reciting her list of wants from Santa. He 
watched as his elf, Jan, snapped a photo, convincing the 
parents of the waif that they simply could not live 
without the full color print of their child’s visit with 
Santa.

“That’s the last one.” Jan said, hanging the velvet rope 
up to signify they were closed. Closing the door to the 
Santa House, she lowered the blinds, breathing a deep 
sigh of relief. “The Christmas season is over. Tomorrow 
is the 25th., and I don’t have to pretend to be an elf 
anymore.” She shook her foot, the bells on her slipper 
tinkling happily. “Not even a hohoho?”

“Hohoho!” He chortled merrily. He once again allowed his 
eyes to wander across the elf’s figure. The red Santa 
dress she wore hugged her full curves, the short skirt 
showing off her long legs. Holding out a candy cane, he 
crooked his finger at her. “Come tell Santa what you want 
for Christmas, little girl.” He said.

She laughed, the totally surprised him by climbing the 
steps to the Santa chair and climbing up on his knee. 
Mischief pranced across her face, and she squirmed up 
against his body, her feet dangling so the bells jingled 
cheerfully. “Hi Santa.” She said.

“Uh...” Terry swallowed hard, completely off guard by her 
presence in his lap. He wanted to wrap his arms around 
her body, hold all that softness in his arms, but he 
restrained himself, letting his hand fall on her hip 
naturally, the way he held any child who sat in his lap. 
Not that any child smelled like she did, or had the 
effect she had on his nether regions. “Hello, little 
girl. Hohoho.” He swallowed hard again.”And what do you 
want from Santa this year?”

“Hmm.... What an interesting way to phrase that.” Jan 
giggled. She rested her head against his chest, feeling 
his pounding heart through the red jacket. “Well, Santa, 
I have been a very good girl this year. Very good. I’d 
like to show you how good.” Her fingers slid into the 
opening of the his jacket, touching his chest underneath. 
“I’d like Santa to stay with this elf tonight.”

“Jan!”

“Shhhh....” She placed a finger against his lips, then 
leaned up and kissed him. “Plech!” She said, wiping her 
lips as she pulled away. “Fake whiskers! Ewwww!”

“Fake whiskers? Oh!” Terry tugged the phony beard off, 
letting it fall to the floor. “Is that better?”

“Much.” She turned her face up, and they kissed again, a 
deep kiss that was so much better than the one before. 
His hands went around her waist, pulling her body against 
him. She felt even better than he’d imagined. “Mmmm.” She 
leaned away, her breath ragged. “I have had a crush on 
you for the last month.” She confessed.

“Really?” He smiled. “I’ve been watching you for the last 
month. I didn’t think you knew I was alive.”

She kissed him again, her hands pushing the fake wig and 
Santa hat off his head. “I knew you were alive. And now, 
My dear Santa, I’d like to taste your candy cane.”

“Jan!” He cried again, but she was sliding from his lap, 
her small hands opening his pants, exposing his raging 
hard on. He moaned as her lips slid around his cock, her 
tongue massaging the sensitive head. Oh.... Jan.” He 
said, softly this time. He wound his fingers into her 
hair, just enjoying her expertise. In no time at all, he 
filled her mouth with his cum, groaning happily as she 
swallowed his jism. “You are the sexiest elf I’ve ever 
seen.” He told her.

“Thank you.” She stayed on her knees, staring up at him. 
“I never wanted to distract Santa from his appointed 
rounds before, but, if you don’t have any plans for 
Christmas Eve, I’d like to invite you home with me.”

A small dribble of cum rested on the corner of her mouth. 
He touched it with his fingers, wiping it across her 
lips. Her tongue darted out, licking her lips clean. 
“Home with you? For a night of wild elf sex?”

She licked his softening cock, sending chills through his 
body. “The wildest.” She answered.

He stood up, shedding his jacket and his stomach padding, 
taking her hand and leading her from the little Santa 
house to his car. “A Merry Christmas to all!” He cried, 
as they pulled out of the parking lot. “And to all, a 
good night!”

Computer Fun

He signed on to line check his e-mail, and he was 
surprised to see her on line.

“Hello, lover.” The words appeared on his screen, and he 
smiled. “Feeling horny today?”

“You know I’m at work.” He typed back.

“Of course I know. I can picture you sitting at your desk 
in your little cubicle, typing into your Powerbook. Can 
you picture me, sitting here at home in front of my PC, 
wearing nothing but a sheet?”

His fingers twitched nervously over the keyboard. “What 
color sheet?”

“Black.” There was a pause. “My skin looks so pale 
against the black sheet.... It’s wrapped so unevenly, so 
sloppily, my left thigh is completely uncovered. Why, if 
I breath too hard, it would probably fall right off!”

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, picturing her 
sitting at her computer, wrapped in a sheet. Legs parted, 
her thigh bare, probably her hip showing a bit. The swell 
of her breasts, straining against the sheet.... He 
stifled a groan. His pants were getting tight.

“I’d love to be there, unwrapping that sheet, sucking on 
your beautiful breasts.” He adjusted his pants, trying to 
take some of the pressure off his growing cock. “You 
little tease! You’ve made my cock so hard.”

“HeeHeeHee! Do you think that’s what I was trying to do?” 
He could easily picture her laughing out loud. “Ooops! 
The sheet just fell off!”

“YES!!!!” He typed, grinning broadly.

“Too bad you can’t reach through the monitor. My nipples 
are standing out so hard... so red. They’re just begging 
to be pinched. Don’t you wish you could pinch them?”

“You are wicked.”

“Thank you. Sorry if my typing seems to be slower. I’m 
typing one handed now.”

“One handed? Why.”

“Why do you think?” She paused. “Because the other hand 
is busy rubbing my wet pussy. What do you think about 
that?”

No amount of shifting was going to make his pants loose 
around his cock. He was so hard, his cock was throbbing. 
He hoped the precum wasn’t leaving a wet stain on his 
slacks. “Are you having fun?” He asked.

“mmmm..... not as much fun as I would be having if you 
were here. If it were your fingers pinching my clit, or 
you cock thrusting inside my wet pussy.”

“Just you wait until I get home.” He typed. “You will be 
feeling those things. With a vengeance!”

“Really? Will you push me down on the couch and plunge 
into me? Bend me over the table and pound your cock in 
and out of me from behind? Or drag me down on top of you, 
so I can ride your cock until you cum deep inside me?”

“OH!” He spoke out loud, then bit down on his lip to 
silence himself. The thought of her sliding down on top 
of his hard cock, her wet pussy clutching at him, riding 
him up and down was almost more than he could bear. 
Having her on top, his hands roaming her body, squeezing 
her breasts, clutching her ass. Breathing deeply, he 
forced himself to be calm.

“Maybe you should leave today at quitting time.” She 
typed. “Don’t stay any longer than you have to.”

He glanced at his watch. It would be at least a half an 
hour before he could logistically leave. A very long half 
an hour. “I won’t stay long.” He promised. “And when I 
get home, I plan on doing many things to you. All night 
long.”

“I can hardly wait.” She typed. “Good bye for now, my 
love.”

He logged off, closing the lid to his Powerbook. A whole 
half an hour to kill. Then he could go home and make love 
to her.... He groaned. He had to stop this, he had to 
concentrate on other things to make this half an hour 
productive.

He accomplished nothing the rest of the work day.

Couch Potatoes

It was to be a quiet night at home.

No friends, no work smuggled home in a briefcase. No 
ducking out to see a movie, or to do grocery shopping, or 
to do anything but just relax.

Couch potatoes.

He settled back into the cushions of the couch, propping 
his feet up on the coffee table. She plopped down next to 
him, sliding up under his arm, her head resting on his 
chest, secure that she belonged there in his arms. Her 
shoes tumbled to the floor, her long legs stretching 
across the length of the couch, her feet hanging over the 
far arm. “Comfy?” he asked.

“Of course.” She snuggled against his warmth, feeling his 
arm drop down around her shoulders. “You?”

“Uh-huh.” She offered him the remote control, but he 
shook his head. “Whatever.” He said.

Unfortunately, it was one of those nights where 
absolutely nothing of interest was on. Neither of them 
cared for any of the inane sitcoms that were offered, nor 
were any movies showing that looked even remotely 
intriguing. She paused on a channel that showed a group 
of aging rock stars, their reunion concert, playing tunes 
that were reminiscent of their younger days. “How’s 
this?”

“It’s fine.” He truly didn’t care what they watched, 
enjoying the fact that he simply didn’t have to be doing 
anything right now. The feel of the woman in his arms was 
pleasant, relaxing, her scent familiar and intoxicating. 
His fingers gently caressed her shoulder, simply 
touching, and allowing the pleasure of the touch to be 
enough. “Brings back some memories, eh?”

“Mmm-hmmm.” She could hear the sound of his heart under 
his polo shirt, relaxing her. His touch was soothing, not 
sexual, spreading a soothing warmth through her body. 
“Though I’m sure you remember them far better than I. 
They had all but broken up when I started listening to 
music.”

He laughed good naturedly as she poked fun at their five 
year age difference. “Yes dear, I’m sure of that.” He 
poked her shoulder. “In fact, this song reminds me of 
Angie Meyer, and the backseat of my brother’s car....”

“Hey!” She quickly flicked the channel, punching numbers 
at random. An overly exuberant voice boomed out at them, 
nasally describing the diamond ring that spun in the 
center of the screen. His chuckling rumbled against her 
ear, knowing he had zinged her back for the age joke. “No 
old girlfriend stories!” She said.

“Jealous, sweety?” He broadened his massage, down her arm 
and across her hips and stomach. “I hope you don’t expect 
me to buy that ring as an apology!”

“That ring? Yech!” She flipped the channel, hitting yet 
another shopping network. “Not that one, either!” She 
referred to a nauseating multicolored cluster a hand 
model wore. “I thought you knew me better than that.”

He kissed the top of her forehead, letting her know that, 
yes, indeed, he did know she had better taste than that. 
The television bounced back to the rock band, yet another 
familiar tune drifting out of the speakers. “Any 
girlfriends associated with this one?” She asked warily.

“Like I would tell you if there was!” He cupped his hand 
under her breast, rubbing his thumb across the nipple. To 
his delight, it began hardening immediately. “You feel 
very good.” He told her.

“Really? And you just like touching me, I suppose?”

“Uh-huh.” Palm flat, he rubbed across her stomach and her 
hip again, stretching his fingers to touch her thigh. She 
hadn’t changed from the outfit she’d worn all day, a nice 
one piece skort outfit over dark blue tights. He liked 
the way she looked in it, and he liked the way the skorts 
fell high on her thighs because of how she sat, the 
thick, stretchy tights showing off her beautiful legs. 
“Is that a problem?”

“No.” She sighed contentedly. “You know I like having you 
touch me.”

He grinned. The massaging may have started out 
innocently, but feeling her soft body under her clothing 
was definitely beginning to affect him. Bringing his hand 
across her still hard nipple, he knew that she also was 
affected. Slipping his fingers through the opening 
between the buttons, he rubbed the soft skin of her 
stomach. “Oops. The button fell open.” He laughed, 
slipping his hand inside the outfit.

“Accidentally, I’m sure.” He heard the smile in her 
voice. He heard what he was listening for, the sharp 
intake of breath, the change in the pattern of her 
breathing. Letting his hand explore her body was 
definitely turning her on. And him as well.

Yet another button fell victim to his exploring hand, his 
fingers brushing the undersides of her breasts, making 
her laugh. “Sorry.” He said sincerely, knowing she was 
ticklish there. There were definitely times when he 
attacked that area just to tickle her, but this wasn’t 
one of those times. “What bra do you have on?”

She laughed again, shifting against him. “What bra do you 
think I have on?” She teased.

“Well...” He explored the line’s of the bra, the fabric, 
the lace. “Not the black see through one. That one I know 
too well!” He grinned. “Not the red satin one, either. No 
lace on that one.”

“You are truly amazing.” She teased. “You think you know 
my bra’s so well, you can really tell them apart, don’t 
you?”

“Well, dear, I have looked at and touched and removed and 
tasted you through all of them.” He saw a tinge of color 
rise in her cheeks. “You’re wearing the dark blue one.” 
He declared. “Right?”

“Now you know I’m not going to tell you....” She began to 
squirm away from him, squealing when he grabbed her. 
“Fine, don’t tell me!” He said. “I’ll find out myself!”

Swinging his body down to the floor, he gently pushed her 
down on the couch, opening the last button on her outfit 
and revealing the dark blue bra. “I knew it!” He cried, 
lowering his lips to suck on the hard nipple that showed 
through the lace. He let his hand wander down her legs, 
squeezing the inside of her thighs, massaging her body 
while he paid great attention to her breasts. Each gasp 
from her encouraged him, wrapping his mouth around as 
much of her breast as he could, running his tongue around 
her nipple. “Your bra seems to be wet.” He observed 
finally.

“Yes. That seems to happen when you’re around.” She 
grinned. Her eyes grew wide as his hand slipped up 
between her legs, rubbing her clit through her clothing. 
“Other parts of you seem to be wet, as well.” he teased.

“Again, that seems to happen when you’re around.” He 
helped her sit up, watching as she shrugged out of the 
top of the outfit. He liked the way her breasts jiggled 
in the bra, the way the dark fabric looked against her 
pale skin. Hooking his fingers around the outfit, he 
pulled it over her hips, dropping it on the floor behind 
him. “So you get wet down here when I’m around.” He said, 
pressing his face against her crotch, smelling her 
excitement. “Let’s see how wet I make you....”

Pulling her tights away, he slipped a finger past the 
crotch of her panties, sliding up her wet tunnel, 
twisting it around to make her moan. Licking and kissing 
the inside of her thighs, he continued to stroke her, 
occasionally rubbing his thumb against her hard, swollen 
clit. He first orgasm happened so suddenly, he was caught 
of guard, watching her as she thrust her hips off the 
couch, the muscles of her pussy clutching at his finger. 
“Is this your idea of a quiet night at home?” He teased. 
“That was anything but quiet.”

She stuck her tongue out, and he laughed, bringing his 
lips down over her clit, sucking hungrily. There were 
days when he just needed to taste her, when he just had 
to make her squirm for hours. Tonight was one of those 
nights.

He took it slow, using his tongue and his teeth to bring 
her to the edge time and time again before backing off, 
making her moan in frustration. Like a faithful puppy 
dog, letting his warm, wet tongue cover every inch of her 
pussy, driving his tongue deep inside her while his nose 
bumped against her clit.

When at last he let her cum, she cried out, her body 
convulsing and twisting against him. He held still, 
letting her ride out the waves, then licked and sucked 
her juices up, resting his head against her stomach. “Now 
how do you feel?” He asked.

She purred, still trying to bring her breathing under 
control. “I think I need to go change clothes.” She said 
finally.

“Okay.” He slid back, watching her toddle away. Regaining 
his place on the couch, he was surprised to see the old 
rock band had given way to an annoying cartoon. He 
flipped aimlessly through the channels, finally stumbling 
across a comedy show.

“I’m back!” She slipped back into her spot, pressing up 
against him. She’d put on one of his favorite teddies, 
very sheer with some strategically placed black lace. 
Crossing her legs, she placed them in his lap, and he 
noticed immediately that she was wearing fishnet 
stockings. “Miss me?”

“Oh, yes.” His hands ran up and down her legs, seeing the 
smirk on her face. “And just what is so funny?”

“Nothing.” She smiled. He was predictable; the stockings 
and teddy, she knew, would drive him over the edge. She 
moved her leg, rubbing it against the hard bulge in his 
pants. He groaned, grabbing the leg and holding it still. 
“That’s torture, sweetheart.”

“No... this is torture.” She knelt on the floor before 
him, opening his pants and freeing his hard cock. She 
paused for a moment, running her eyes around his stiff 
member, seeing the way the precum dribbled down the 
swollen head. Her fingers caressed the throbbing vein 
that ran along the underside of his cock, feeling the 
heat that poured off it. Licking her lips, she brought 
her mouth around the head of his cock, hearing him groan 
when her tongue pressed against the swollen head.

She smiled around his cock, sliding her head down to hold 
the entire length in her mouth. She loved to feel his 
cock grow between her lips, getting thicker and longer as 
she made love to it with her mouth. His whimpers and 
cries filled the room, and she paid close attention to 
every sound, knowing when to continue and when to slow 
down her movements to drag this out. “This is torture.” 
She said, after a bit.

“Oh yes!” He cried. His fingers twisted into her hair, 
and for a moment, she let him control her movements, 
feeling bursts of precum filling her mouth, knowing he 
was close to cumming. Easing back, she flicked the tip of 
her tongue across his cock head, then blew a stream of 
cool air across his cock.

With a groan, he shot his cum into her waiting mouth, so 
much she was afraid for a moment that she couldn’t 
swallow it fast enough. He tipped her head back when it 
was over, looking down into her eyes. “I love you.”

“I love you, too!” She climbed back up on the couch, 
laying her head against his chest, feeling hisarm go 
around her shoulders once again. They watched the end of 
the comedy show, then they tumbled into bed, exhausted. 
“What are the plans for tomorrow night?” She asked 
drowsily.

He tried to remember if they had any previous 
engagements, but he couldn’t think of any. “I think we 
should just spend another quiet evening at home.” He 
whispered as they fell asleep.

Dining Out

The crowded restaurant did nothing to improve his mood. 
It had been a long, tiring day, and he wanted little more 
than to get supper and head for home. He couldn’t help 
but stare at his watch, the minutes quickly passing as he 
waited for her to arrive.

Ten minutes late. Twenty minutes late. He idly snacked on 
the complimentary chips and salsa, glad she’d chosen a 
Mexican restaurant tonight. A glance back at his watch. 
Twenty-five minutes. Where was she?

“Hey Mister.” He recognized her soft, sexy voice 
immediately. “Buy a girl a drink?”

“Where have you.... been?” His eyes seemed to bug out as 
turned to look at her. “Wow!” He said, all thoughts of 
her tardiness forgotten. “You look.... incredible!”

“Thank you.” She glided to the chair next to him, 
scooting it closer to him before sitting down. He allowed 
his eyes to devour her, taking in the luscious curves and 
the deep cleavage revealed by her sexy dress. Oh, he 
loved the way the silky fabric slid up her legs, showing 
her soft thighs enmeshed in sheer black stockings. She’d 
obviously taken the time to dress especially for him, 
knowing all the right buttons to push. Wall, almost 
all..... He dropped his glance to her feet, swallowing 
hard when he saw the black patent leather heels, the high 
heel arching her foot and emphasizing the curve of her 
calves. “Sorry I was late.” She said softly.

“Huh? Oh, that’s okay.” He slid over the menu, watching 
her as she picked what she wanted for dinner. The rise 
and fall of her chest as she breathed, the way she 
wiggled her ankle to make the slim golden chain she wore 
catch the light. He motioned to the waitress, sending 
their order to the kitchen before turning his attention 
back to the sexy woman at his side. “You look 
incredible.” He said.

She laughed, a low, sultry laugh that sent shivers 
through him. “You already said that.” She told him, 
reaching for the goblet of water. “I’m so glad you like 
it. I picked this dress just for you.”

“Mmmm! You have wonderful taste.” He reached out, resting 
his hand on her knee, enjoying the smooth feel of the 
nylon and her leg underneath. A gentle squeeze elicited a 
smile from her, and he had to force himself to remove his 
hand and not inch his way up her thigh. “New shoes, too.” 
He noted. “I like them a lot.”

“What, these?” She lifted her foot towards him, rolling 
her ankle. The mischief in her eyes let him know that she 
knew just how what effect she had on him. “I somehow 
thought you might like them.”

“I do, I do.” He had to re-arrange his pants, trying to 
take some of the pressure off his suddenly throbbing 
cock. “You are so mean to me.” He said, occupying his 
hands with the silverware on the table. “Showing up, 
dressed like that.....” He sighed. “What am I going to do 
with you?”

“Take me home and make wild passionate love to me?” She 
smiled, making a point of re-crossing her long legs, just 
to drive him crazy. She knew, without a doubt, that he 
was planning that now, more than ever.

Reaching to the bowl of chips, she selected one, scooping 
salsa and raising it to her lips. With a satisfying plop, 
a chunk of tomato fell off, landing on the swell of her 
breast. “Damn!” She put the chip on the table in front of 
her, reaching for her napkin.

“Wait.” He grabbed his own napkin, reaching over to clear 
the tomato for her. Blotting the offending sauce off, he 
delighted in the way the soft flesh yielded under his 
fingers, the swell of her breast exciting him even more. 
“There! All better.”

“Thank you.” She had a slight blush in her cheeks. “I’ll 
try to be more careful through the rest of dinner.” She 
promised.

He sighed, looking at his watch, seeing no sign of the 
waitress. He had the feeling that this was going to be a 
long meal.

Exiting the restaurant, he looked around for her truck. 
“Where are you parked?” He asked. “I’ll walk you over 
there.”

“I’m parked back there.” She pointed towards the hotel 
behind the restaurant. “By the swimming pool.” A key was 
suddenly dangled in front of his eyes, room 534. “Wanna 
walk me over there?”

“Oh, very much so!” He took the key, then offered his 
arm, leading her across the parking lot to the front door 
of the hotel. Watching her walk up the front steps, the 
sway of her hips emphasized by the heels.... he groaned. 
She led him to the elevator, smiling at him seductively 
when the door closed. “Alone at last.” She said.

Stepping into the circle of his arms, she pressed her 
body against his, feeling his hard cock press into her 
thigh. He had to reach up to kiss her, the heels making 
her just a smidge taller than him. He let his hands slide 
inside her coat, running up and down her body as the 
kissed. All too soon, the elevator stopped, and they 
parted.

The hotel room was small and cozy, a familiar suitcase 
tucked into the corner. Slipping out of her coat, she 
walked across the room, pulling a bottle of diet Coke 
from the ice bucket. “Can I pour you a drink?” She asked.

“Sure.” He removed his own coat, draping it over the back 
of the chair, perching on the edge of the bed, simply 
delighting in watching her move. “How long have you been 
planning this?”

“Oh, a couple of days. It’s been a while since I’ve 
seduced you.” She grinned, handing him his glass, sitting 
beside him. “And I do so love to think of new ways to 
seduce you.”

Setting the glass on the bedside table, he pushed her 
back on the bed. “And I do so love it when you seduce me, 
you wench.” He gave her a sloppy kiss, dragging his lips 
down her neck to suck on her collar bone. “I have been 
rock hard the last hour, you know that?”

She giggled, running her hand down his body to find the 
bulge in his slacks, giving him a gentle squeeze. He 
groaned against her neck, his hand snaking under her 
skirt, brushing against her bare pussy lips. “No 
underwear?” He asked.

“Uh-uh.” She unzipped his slacks, her fingers wrapping 
around his cock. “I wanted to surprise you.”

“It worked!” His fingers slid between the damp lips,

NOTE: This story is not connected to the usual series I 
write. -dulcie

Dinner Time

The delightful odor of a roasting chicken filled the 
house, his mouth watering as soon as he opened the door. 
Dropping his coat over the back of the sofa, he followed 
the aroma to the kitchen.

“What’s cooking, good looking?” He asked, sneaking up 
behind her. She was standing at the kitchen sink, peeling 
potatoes. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he hugged 
her, kissing the side of her neck. “Smells great!”

“Thanks.” She kissed the top of his head, turning her 
attention back to the potatoes in the sink. “Dinner will 
be in about 30 minutes. Wanna set the table?”

“mmmm.” He pulled her back against his body, loving the 
feel of her softness in his arms. They could both feel 
his cock growing hard as it pressed against her ass. 
“Maybe we should plan dinner, say, in about an hour?”

“Honey...” She leaned her head back and rested it on his 
shoulder, relaxing a moment in his grip. “The chicken 
will be burned, the broccoli over cooked. The potato 
salad won’t be ready....” She took a deep breath as his 
hands moved up to caress her breasts through her tee 
shirt. “And I haven’t done anything for dessert.” She 
finished breathlessly.

“I like my broccoli mushy.” He whispered in her ear, his 
hands sliding down, under her waistband of her knit pants 
and inside her panties. Rubbing the outside of her shaved 
pussy, he ground his cock against her ass. “And I know 
exactly what I want for dessert.”

His finger plunged between her pussy lips, and he wasn’t 
surprised to find her already wet. Stroking her clit 
softly, he was delighted by her soft moanings. She 
dropped the potato she was peeling into the bowl, the 
knife clattering to the sink below. Nibbling on her 
shoulders through the tee shirt, he began to slide her 
pants of, his hands caressing the soft skin on her hips 
and thighs.

Falling to his knees, he began to lick the inside her 
thighs, smelling the sweet odor of her pussy. Two fingers 
slid deep inside her, twisting and plunging in and out of 
her. She was leaning heavily against the sink, spreading 
her legs wider so he had better access.

Replacing his fingers with tongue, he licked as deep 
inside her pussy as he could, lapping up all the juices 
that he could get. Crying out, she came hard, right on 
his tongue. “Uh-oh.” He said, laughing. “I had my dessert 
before dinner. Hope I’m not in trouble!”

“No, not in trouble,” She returned his laughter. She 
still lay against the sink, breathing hard. “But you are 
going to have mushy broccoli.”

“Good!” He unzipped his slacks, his hard cock springing 
out. Hand on his hips, he held her steady as he entered 
her, plunging all the way into her on the first stroke. 
“I told you, I like mushy broccoli.”

Pinning her against the sink, he pumped in and out of 
her, her pussy tight around his cock. The pleasure became 
unbearable as she climaxed, her pussy muscles clutching 
his cock, trying to draw him in deeper. “Oh Honey,” He 
said, his body stiffening as he shot his cum inside her, 
“I love you so much!”

They stayed together a few moments more, enjoying the 
touch of the other. When at last they separated, they did 
it slowly, tenderly. At dinner, he ate mushy broccoli 
happily. And later that night, he had a second helping of 
dessert.

Down by the Tracks

She had a “thing” for trains.

He knew that. He’d always known that. Their home was 
close to a train crossing, where she could hear the 
whistles of the trains as they crossed the streets, and 
on summer nights when the windows were open, the 
clickety-clack of their wheels on the tracks.

Tonight, probably the last warm night of the Indian 
Summer, he had plans for her and her trains.

The picnic had been lovely. He’d driven out of the city 
to an old dirt road, eventually pulling off to the side 
and then leading her down a trail to this lovely clearing 
by a babbling brook. Spreading the blanket in the 
afternoon sun, they’d gorged themselves on cold chicken, 
potato salad, and oatmeal cookies.

Truth to tell, she was convinced this was an elaborate 
set up by him for another erotic adventure. But now, as 
they lay side by side on the blanket, not touching, she 
wasn’t so sure. Perhaps this was simply a picnic, and 
nothing else. She sighed contentedly. The picnic was 
romantic, and who said sex needed to intrude on every 
romantic venture?

She sighed again, not so contentedly. Right now, she 
needed sex to intrude. She needed it!

His hand was suddenly on her breast, casually massaging 
the soft flesh, teasing the nipple to a peak. Closing her 
eyes, she gave herself up to the sensations as his mouth 
covered her nipple through the tee-shirt, gently sucking.

She felt it before she heard it, the ground rumbling 
beneath them. A train was nearby, and she smiled, 
listening for the familiar whistle, the unique chittering 
as it ran down the track. His hand slid under her shirt, 
flesh against flesh, bringing the other nipple to life.

“Oh Honey,” she moaned, her hands running through his 
hair. She could hear it now, ever so faint in the 
background. Her shorts were suddenly gone, his hands 
caressing her bare ass, the insides of her thighs. His 
mouth was tracing down her stomach, licking her navel, 
heading for the wetness between her legs.

The train was closer still, his tongue lapping hungrily 
at her pussy. She wondered where the tracks were, how 
close they actually were. His fingers deep inside her 
drove those thoughts from her mind, her body going 
through waves of pleasure as her orgasm ripped through 
her.

“Mmm.” He said, rising to his knees. He licked his lips, 
slowly unzipping his pants. “What a nice end to a good 
meal.” He laughed.

His cock was so hard, it stood straight out as he lowered 
his pants, the head already wet from precum. She reached 
out with her fingers and wiped it away, raising her hand 
to her mouth to lick it clean. “mmm.” She agreed.

Holding his cock in his hand, he brought it down to her 
pussy, rubbing the head against her excited clit. Her 
moaning encouraged him, and he began to rub his cock up 
and down her slit, teasing her, sliding deep inside her, 
then pulling back out, her pussy muscles grasping at his 
cock.

The train whistle sounded again, so close, startling her, 
and he took that opportunity to plunge deep inside her, 
filling her completely. She gasped, her eyes wide, 
staring up at him. “Where is the train at?” She asked.

“About ten feet that way.” He pointed with his chin. 
There was a huge clump of bushes there, blocking her 
view. He began to pump in and out of her, the train 
passing them now. She could catch glimpses of the metal 
through the bushes, but she couldn’t really see it. She 
hoped that meant anyone looking out the window couldn’t 
really see them. She giggled. Oh, let them look and be 
jealous! The ground rumbled as though they were 
experiencing an earthquake, dead leaves flying around 
them as the train rushed by. She loved this!

She closed her eyes and lost herself to the sounds of the 
train and the fullness of her pussy, her cries of 
pleasure lost in the roaring of the train nearby. As 
though he had planned it, he erupted inside her as the 
whistle blew, her body convulsing a third time before he 
collapsed on top of her.

“That was incredible.” She whispered, when the train had 
passed, and they could hear each other again. Lying in 
his arms, she kissed his chest, snuggling closer.

“You told me you loved trains.” He answered, kissing the 
top of her head. “And I love you.”

She smiled, letting her hands roam his body, letting 
herself totally relax in his arms. “Honey!” She said 
suddenly, licking his chest. “Did I ever tell you how 
much I like boats?”

Gift Wrapping

He watched her wrap a present in silver foil wrapping, 
the paper snapping into crisp folds, forming around the 
box beautifully. His own box looked good, nicely wrapped, 
but next to hers, it appeared amateurish, messy. He 
sighed, tacking a pre-made bow on the outside of the box, 
sliding the name tag under the sticky cardboard. The 
whole living room floor was buried under the Christmas 
mess. “Why am I helping again?” He asked. “You do a 
better job than I do.”

“Oh, don’t be silly.” She pulled a length of red satin 
ribbon off a spool, winding it around the box while she 
spoke. “You’re boxes look great! Besides, you promised to 
help me.” She stuck out her bottom lip in a mock pout.

“I didn’t mean I was going to abandon you here. I could 
find other things to do besides wrapping. I could cut the 
ribbon for you, or hand you pieces of tape you need.” He 
grinned, sliding the box he’d completed out of the way. 
He reached for her sock covered foot, rubbing her toes. 
“Or I could massage you while you work, starting here at 
your feet, and work my way up you body. Doesn’t that 
sound good?”

“That sounds great!” She pulled her foot back, tucking it 
under her leg. “But that doesn’t get the gifts wrapped. 
And that’s what we’re here to do, not fool around.”

“Fool around? Fool around? Did I say anything about 
fooling around? Noooooo!” He lifted the next box of the 
stack, something for her nephews, grabbing a roll of 
paper with a cartoon character dancing across it. “Just 
trying to help you relax.”

“Uh-huh.” She finished making a bow out the satin ribbon, 
attaching it to the top of the box and setting it aside. 
She smiled as she settled the next box into the center of 
the paper. “Guess who’s present this is?” She giggled.

“Who’s? Mine?” The answer was written across her face. 
“Aw, that’s mean! Let me peek!”

“No!”

“Please!” He crawled closer, trying to get any kind of a 
hint from the outside of the box. “You are so mean to me! 
That’s worse than flashing a man, you know. I have to 
know what’s in the box!”

“Really? Worse than flashing you?” Her hands dropped to 
the hem of her sweatshirt, quickly lifting it to show her 
lacy bra, the dark circles of her nipples clearly 
evident. “Worse than that?”

“You are evil, you know.” He said. He watched as the gift 
wrap quickly obscured the box, sealed until Christmas. 
She was attaching the curling ribbon to his box, the 
spiraling ribbon cascading over the edge. Handing him the 
completed box, she sat back with a grin. “You can shake 
it, of you want to. But it won’t tell you anything.”

“Evil.” He repeated. Shaking the box revealed nothing, 
but then, she’d known that when she offered. “I should 
bend you over my knee, young lady. You are terrible!”

“You wouldn’t dare!”

“Eh?” He considered that a challenge. Grabbing a roll of 
paper, he headed towards her, smiling wickedly. “I think 
I’m going to wrap up my own Christmas present.....”

“You wouldn’t dare!” She repeated, scuttling backwards. 
Gaining her feet, she turned to run, only to feel his 
arms wrap around her waist, pulling her back against his 
body. “You do this,” She cried, “and the only thing 
you’ll be cuddling tonight is your pillow!”

It was an empty threat, and they both knew it. She wasn’t 
truly angry. Lowering his lips, he kissed the back of her 
neck over the collar of the sweatshirt, feeling her 
shudder at his touch. Before she knew it, her sweatshirt 
was off, then her bra. “What about the presents?” She 
asked. “We have to finish wrapping them.”

“I’m not finished unwrapping you.” He whispered, kissing 
her shoulders one last time. He watched as the jogging 
pants slid off her hips, down her legs, landing on the 
floor. Her panties followed, and, he noticed with 
satisfaction, that they were already damp with her 
juices. Turning in his arms, she pressed her body against 
him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I was afraid, 
for a moment, that you were actually going to wrap me in 
gift wrap.” She said.

Their lips met, tongues pressing together. “Oh, I still 
am.” He said.

Before she could react, he had wound the paper around her 
once, capturing her arms inside, then twice, then almost 
a third time, sealing the paper with three pieces of 
tape. “What a pretty little present you make.”

“Are you done yet?” She tried to sound mad, but she was 
laughing.

“Mmm.... not quite!” He peeled the wax paper off one of 
the little bows, slapping it on the top of her head. 
Stepping back, he observed his handiwork. Her shoulders 
were bare, the paper starting just over her breasts, and 
ending at her hips. Her round ass was completely bare, 
her pussy exposed. Sliding his fingers between her 
hairless lips, he rubbed the wet skin, paying special 
attention to her clit. “Perfect! I’ll just stick you 
under the tree until Christmas.”

Her look spoke volumes. Laughing, he quickly shed his own 
clothes, sighing in relief as his hard cock was released. 
Wiping the dripping precum off the head, he brought his 
finger to her lips. Capturing it between her teeth, she 
sucked on his finger, making his cock twitch enviously. 
“I guess I can unwrap this present early.”

Dropping into a chair, he motioned her forward, shredding 
the paper from her body. Pulling her close, he kissed her 
stomach, licked the underside of her breasts, and guided 
her body down on his hard cock.

Hands on her ass, he squeezed the soft flesh as she rode 
his cock, her breasts brushing against his chest with her 
every movement. “I love you.” He whispered, kissing her 
deeply as she began to shake and shiver through her first 
orgasm. The sensations of her clutching pussy muscles 
almost sent him over the edge.

But he managed to hold back. Sucking on her breasts, 
first one, then the other, he began to thrust up into 
her, stroking her clit. “Oh, honey....  he breathed, his 
warm jism spurting into her belly. Fingernails digging 
into his shoulders, she came, this time her pussy milking 
the last of her cum from his cock.

She collapsed against him, her body still quivering. 
Brushing the sweaty strands of hair from her face, he 
smiled, kissing the tip of her nose. “How ya feeling?” He 
asked.

“Mmmm.” She purred. “How are you feeling?”

“Great.” Kissing her, he stroked her body, gentle 
caresses. “Only one thing could possibly make me feel 
better than I do right now.”

“And what would that be?” She asked.

“Tell me what you got me for Christmas!”

Helping Hand

He had the day off, and he was concerned only with 
relaxing and goofing off. But he had seen the curio 
cabinet this morning, hanging slightly off kilter, and he 
knew he couldn’t ignore it. Standing on a chair, he 
reached up to straighten it-

Crack! The support on the shelf gave way, and he was left 
supporting the cabinet. “Honey!” He called, realizing he 
couldn’t possibly get off the chair without breaking the 
cabinet. “Honey! I need help!”

She rounded the corner, taking in the view with a wicked 
smile on her face. The position he was in may have been 
awkward, but he was in no danger of dropping the cabinet, 
nor of falling off the chair. “Honey!” He bellowed again.

He almost jumped out of skin when he felt her hands on 
his ass, running around his thighs to the front of his 
jeans. She cupped his cock through the denim material, 
and he could feel himself growing hard. “I see you’re in 
a playful mood.” He said, his pants growing uncomfortably 
tight. “Help me down from here, and I’ll help you with 
that mood....”

She ignored him, continuing to fondle him. Her fingers 
danced over the material and began unbuttoning his jeans, 
tugging them down his hips. His erect cock sprang free, 
and she ducked around the chair, teasing the head with 
her tongue. He groaned, stuck holding the curio cabinet 
to the wall. “Honey!” He cried. “This is torture!”

Her only response was to begin to lick the length of his 
shaft, her hands caressing his ass while she sucked on 
his hard cock. It didn’t take long for him to erupt, 
pouring his cum down her throat. “I can’t believe you did 
that.” He panted.

She smiled, reaching up to help him lower the cabinet to 
the floor. “Just amusing myself, love.” She answered, 
walking away from him. Her shirt fell away from her 
shoulders, landing on the floor. Her bra dropped next, 
and she rounded the corner to their bedroom. A few 
seconds later, her shorts came flying out, crashing into 
the wall. “Coming, dear?” She called.

Curio cabinet forgotten, he followed her.

Her Turn

He’d had a hard week at work. Here it was, Saturday 
afternoon, and he’d fallen asleep while reading. She 
couldn’t help but think of how cute he looked, almost 
like a child. Well, she’d let him sleep two hours 
already. There were other ways she could think of to make 
him forget his terrible week.

First things first. Jeans and a tee shirt weren’t the 
right outfit for what she had in mind. No, what would 
work best was the little black teddy he’d bought for her. 
The one where the bra cups were attached by Velcro. And 
fish net stockings, with high heels. Just the kind of 
outfit that would make him want to touch her. All over.

She giggled, clamping her hand over her mouth so she 
would not wake him. He would want to touch her, all 
right, but she wasn’t about to let him.

First things first. She changed in the bathroom, tip-
toeing back into the room in her stocking feet. Pulling 
her long scarf from the drawer, she snuck up to the bed, 
tying the ends around his wrists. She tied them securely, 
unlike the way he’d tied her up a few weeks back. Not so 
he’d be in pain, but so he couldn’t get loose. She didn’t 
secure it to the headboard yet.

An old pair of nylons tied his feet to bed posts, but she 
left him enough slack for him to bend his legs. Slipping 
her heels back on, she threaded the center of the scarf 
around one of the bars in the headboard. Taking a deep 
breath, she tugged on the scarf, taking all the slack out 
of it, pulling his arms up to the headboard. “What?” He 
said, waking up with the motion. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I did promise you that I would let you see how it 
feels to be tied up and helpless.” She knotted the scarf 
around the bar, then leaned over and brushed a kiss 
across his lips. Straightening up, she ran her hands down 
the sides of her body, watching his eyes follow her hands 
with appreciation. “How does it feel?”

He tested the bonds, quickly realizing that he could not 
get free. “This isn’t fair.” He moaned. His eyes traveled 
to the swell of her breasts, pushed up so nicely by the 
teddy. He licked his lips, imagining his tongue sliding 
into the deep valley between those beautiful breasts. “I 
can’t touch you!” He whined.

“I know.” She grinned, walking to the other side of the 
bed, knowing he would love the way the heels made her 
legs look. “Is that the teddy with the, uh...” He paused, 
watching as she leaned across him, unbuttoning his shirt, 
baring his chest. Her breasts were so close to his mouth; 
but even straining his neck he could not reach her. 
“Honey! Please!”

“No, no, no!” She shook her finger at him. Fluffing his 
pillows, she made sure he was comfortable, then slid her 
hand down his chest, down his stomach, to the growing 
bulge in his pants. “My, my. Look what I found?”

He groaned as her hand cupped his cock through the 
fabric, gently squeezing. Her mouth found his nipples, 
teasing the little nubs, her fingers unzipping his pants, 
freeing his cock. His chest was soon covered with her 
kisses, her tongue sliding between the nipples, running 
down his stomach.

His breathing came faster and faster, her lips nipping 
the shaft of his cock. Kissing the head, she smeared her 
lips in the precum, then raised her head so he could 
watch her lick it off.

“Oh, please, honey. Please.” He tugged at the scarf, his 
hands trying to reach her. “Let me make love to you. 
Please...”

“Shhh.” She laid her head on his thighs, her mouth close 
to his cock but not touching it. He could feel her moist 
breath against his skin, and every so often, her tongue 
would dart out, a quick lick on the shaft that made him 
shudder. With one finger, she smeared the precum around 
the head, running it down the shaft. The anticipation 
made him sweat, waiting for next move.

Lifting her head, she covered his cock with her mouth 
completely, the head touching the back of her throat, 
then she backed off slowly. Down fast, up slowly. “Oh... 
Honey..... I’m... I’m...”

He groaned, his body tensing as he squirted his cum into 
her waiting mouth. He could see her throat working as she 
swallowed quickly, holding his cock in her mouth to get 
the last drop. “Oh baby.” He groaned, falling back into 
the pillows. “That was great. Now untie me.”

“Not yet.” She grinned, ripping away one of the bra cups. 
Her nipple was hard, swollen, and she lowered it to his 
lips, letting him suck on it hungrily. Letting him catch 
the edge of the other bra cup with he teeth, he was able 
to pull it off, and he found the other nipple pressed 
against his lips.

She pulled away, despite his protests, unsnapping the 
crotch of the teddy. “Now, my little captive.” She 
purred, straddling him. “You will pleasure your 
mistress.”

“Gladly!” She lowered her pussy to his waiting tongue, 
one hand spreading her shaved lips open for him. He 
tasted her sweetness, her pussy already very wet; he knew 
she was close to coming already. He could feel his cock 
twitching again, her initiative arousing him like never 
before. Plunging his tongue deep inside her, he felt her 
body twitch, and her juices were running down his tongue, 
down his chin.

His arousal was not missed by her. Sliding down his body, 
she slipped her wet pussy down on his semi-erect cock. 
“Do you like the way my breasts look in this?” She asked, 
her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them together. 
Her pale skin, against the black lace of the teddy, made 
her breasts look even sexier. “Oh yes!” He said, his cock 
growing completely hard almost immediately. “I want to 
touch them like that. I want to squeeze them together, 
play with the nipples.”

She laughed, her hands playing with her breasts as she 
rode him. He bent his knees up behind her, and she leaned 
back against them, stretching her body for him. With a 
sharp cry, she came, the force of her pussy muscles 
bringing him into his climax as well.

Falling on the bed beside him, she reached up and undid 
the scarf, freeing his hands. He held her, kissing her 
softly. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, too.”

“Good.” He took the scarf, winding it around one of her 
wrists. “Now show me how you tied those knots... in case 
I ever need to know.”

Hiccups

A quiet evening at home. They worked on different 
projects, the only sound in the room the rustle of 
papers.

She worked at the table, sitting on the chair with her 
knees drawn up under her, leaning on her elbows as she 
read. Every so often he would sneak a glance at her, 
admiring the curve of her calves, and the way her hair 
tumbled down across her shoulders, catching the light so 
wonderfully. He sighed. She had a way of distracting him 
without even knowing it.

After a while, he heard her moan, and he turned his 
attention back to her again. Standing up, she padded into 
the kitchen, returning with a tall glass of water. “I 
have the hiccups.” She explained.

He nodded. Returning to his work, he remained aware of 
her quiet hiccups in the background. Twice, she refilled 
her water glass, drinking it quickly while holding her 
breath. “Augh!” She cried, stomping off to the kitchen 
once again. Cupboard doors were slammed, the silverware 
drawer clattered shut, and still he could hear the sharp 
hiccup sounds.

Throwing herself back in her chair, she tried to 
concentrate on the papers before her. This article said 
this, this article said that. She slammed the book shut, 
shoving all the papers into one pile Dropping her head on 
her arms, she rested, hoping that just being calm would 
make the hiccups stop.

It didn’t work.

“Bwaaaauuuuuuhhhhh!” He shouted, dropping his hands on 
her shoulders, trying to scare the hiccups out of her. 
She screamed, whirling around and slapping his hands. 
“That’s not funny!” She cried.

“I’m sorry.” He struggled to keep from laughing. “I was 
trying to scare the hiccups out of you. Did it work?”

She paused, rolling her eyes. A few deep breaths, and 
then she smiled. “I think it worked.” [hic]

“Augh!”

“Aw, Honey....” He pulled her against him, burying his 
face in her shoulder, smothering his laughter. “Calm 
down. The hiccups will stop soon enough.”

“When?” [hic] “I’ve tried everything!” [hic] “Drinking 
water while holding my breath, [hic] water with a spoon 
in the glass, [hic] water with a teaspoon of sugar, [hic] 
even standing on one leg and jumping up and down! [hic] 
You didn’t scare them out of me, either.”

Releasing her, he looked down into her sad eyes, her 
mouth turned down into a frown as another spasm shook 
her. Stroking her face, he tried to think of some way to 
help her.

Of course, he couldn’t help but notice how the hiccups 
shook her body, the way her breasts quivered enticingly 
in the low cut sweater she wore. He felt a little bad, 
enjoying her misery, but he was starting to feel a little 
excitement as he stared down at her soft, quivering 
flesh. Suddenly, he knew how to help her get rid of the 
hiccups.

Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her firmly on 
the lips, feeling her hiccups through the kiss. His mouth 
slid off hers, down the side of her neck, across her 
collar bone. “Honey, not now!” She whined, but she didn’t 
try to push him away. “I don’t feel like it.”

“Shhh...” He rubbed the sides of her body, licking down 
the v-cut of her sweater, feeling the quiver of each 
hiccup with his tongue. Her hands were busy rubbing his 
shoulders and back, her fingers twisting into his hair. 
Her sweater quickly disappeared, revealing the red satin 
bra he loved so. The smooth satin felt so good against 
his tongue as he licked and sucked her nipples through 
it, teasing the stiff peaks until she was moaning. “Oh, 
honey,” she whispered, breathing deeply, “that feels so 
good.” [hic]

He grinned, pushing her back on the table, his lips never 
leaving her breast. Her legs parted, wrapping around him, 
pulling his body closer to her. She could feel his hard 
cock pressing against her, hard against her her hot sex. 
Grinding her hips, she tried to rub against his erection. 
“Slow down.” He said, pushing the wet fabric away from 
one nipple. His thumb flicked across the hard nub, an 
exquisite torture to the moaning woman. “I’m going to get 
there soon enough. Don’t be so anxious.”

“Beast.” She said, but she stopped her squirming. He 
began to work his way down her soft stomach, licking and 
nibbling towards her burning crotch. His hands pinched 
and kneaded her thighs, caressing her ass. Still the 
hiccups ripped through her, her body shaking under his.

Stepping back, he slowly removed his shirt, knowing that, 
as excited as she was now, the wait would be maddening. 
He lightly slapped her hands as she reached to undo the 
zipper on her slacks, wanting to undress her himself. His 
own pants joined his shirt on the chair, his hard cock 
red and swollen. He briefly wondered how it would feel to 
have his cock pushing in and out of her mouth while she 
hiccuped, but he cast the thought aside. Right now, he 
was concentrating on making her feel good, wanting to 
help her get over the hiccups.

“Now, my dearest,” he said, dragging his fingers across 
her stomach, “I am going to make love to you. I’m going 
to drive this hard cock deep inside your hot pussy, and 
you are going to forget all about the hiccups and how 
miserable you feel.” He pulled the pants over her hips, 
then hooked his fingers into her panties, rolling them 
down her long legs. “In fact, I am going to make you so 
feel so good, you’re going to fall madly in love with 
me.”

“Silly. I am madly in love with you!” She gasped as she 
felt his cock touch her clit, the head rubbing between 
her sensitive lips. She was already so wet, he had no 
difficulty sliding his cock up and down her slit, teasing 
her, her every moan sending shivers thorough him. He 
could stand it no longer. Thrusting forward, he drove his 
cock deep inside her, filling her up completely.

He would not last long today, he knew, her tight pussy 
already trying to milk the cum from his cock. Each hiccup 
made him want to pump a little harder, a little faster, 
wanting to make her body buck under his, her pussy grab 
his cock and pull it inside. Already she was squirming, 
raising her hips up to meet his thrusts. “Slow down.” He 
said, stopping his forward motion. “Wait for me. Don’t 
cum until I do.”

“Oh god.” She tossed her head, her hands digging into his 
back. “I can’t wait.”

“Yes you can.” He brushed his fingertips across one 
nipple, knowing it made it more difficult for her to 
wait. “I know you can.”

“No....” Her breathing came in shallow pants, her back 
arching as she struggled to control her body. He wondered 
briefly if she realized she hadn’t had a hiccup for at 
least two minutes; he doubted it. “Honey...” she cried, 
her fingers becoming claws on his shoulders. “I can’t...”

Her orgasm ripped though her with force, as he began to 
pump his seed inside her. Wave after wave rolled through 
her, and he simply held her tight until she’d stopped 
shaking. “All better now?” He asked.

She nodded, repressing the contented purring that rumbled 
in her throat. “Hey!” She said, her eyes opening wide. 
“My hiccups are gone!”

He kissed her laughing mouth, then stepped away from her. 
“I knew it would help you.” He retrieved the scattered 
clothing, heading for the bedroom. “So now we know the 
sure fire way to cure hiccups, don’t we?”

“We sure do!” She said, rolling off the table and 
following him. “Thank you.”

“Thanks? For making love to you?” He grinned a rakish 
grin. “Just remember to call me anytime you get a case of 
hiccups.” Dropping the clothes into the hamper, he nodded 
towards the bathroom. “Care to join me in a quick 
shower?” [hic]

She burst into laughter, watching the shock on his face 
as the hiccups attacked him with a vengeance. Pressing 
her naked skin against his, she allowed her hands to 
stroke his skin, licking his chest. “Guess there’s only 
one thing to do.” She said, pushing him back on their 
bed. “Let me help you get rid of those hiccups.....”

WARNING: This contains light bondage, done in fun. If 
this offends you, don’t read it.

HomeWork

Shopping. Oh, how he hated shopping. He hated sitting 
here, waiting for her to try on outfit after outfit. But, 
at least she wanted his opinion on what she wore. He 
sighed, looking at his watch.

He started laughing as soon as she stepped out to the 
dressing room. “What’s wrong?” She asked, spinning around 
to look in the mirror behind her. The navy blazer, white 
blouse and plaid skirt went well together, she thought. 
“You don’t like it?”

“No! I love it!” He waggled his eyebrows. “You look like 
a Catholic school girl. And I’d love to tell you what I’d 
like to do with you, dressed like that.”

Her cheeks flushed bright red, and she ducked back into 
the dressing room, changing into the next outfit. But 
after a moment’s hesitation, she added it to her small 
pile of purchases. She was going to have a little fun.

It had been a long day, and he was so looking forward to 
getting home and taking a hot shower. He’d just slid the 
key into the lock on his car door when he felt a tap on 
his shoulder. “Hey Mister.” A soft voice said. “I missed 
my bus. Could you give me a ride home?”

He spun around quickly, surprised to see his lovely lady 
standing there. Her face was clean of make up (the way he 
preferred, anyway), her long hair done up in curly pig-
tails. He recognized the outfit immediately, his eyes 
moving down her body, taking in the straining buttons of 
her white blouse, her bare legs, and the short cuff socks 
and black patent leather shoes. She carried a couple of 
text books, and she tossed her hair impatiently, like a 
teenager would. “Well?” She asked impatiently. “Can I get 
that ride?”

“Uh, yeah!” He could feel his cock rising to the 
occasion. “Get in. I’ll take you home.”

He watched as she walked around the car, enjoying the 
sight of her long legs as she lowered herself into the 
car. Popping a piece of gum in her mouth, she began to 
blow bubble after bubble, fiddling with the radio 
stations, acting generally obnoxious. “I, uh, need to 
stop by my house first.” He said, turning down his 
street. “Do you mind?”

“No. I guess not.” She snapped her gum, leaning back in 
the seat, making the blouse strain even further. He could 
see her lacy white bra through the opening in buttons, 
and he felt his body react. “Can I come in and use your 
bathroom?”

“Sure.” He pulled the car into the garage, waiting until 
the door closed to get out of the car. She followed him 
into their house, looking around at everything as though 
she’d never been there before. Dropping her books on the 
couch, she wandered around the living room, eventually 
plopping into one of the armchairs, hanging her leg over 
the arm. “Nice place.” She said.

“Thanks.” He knelt on the floor before her, running his 
hand along her bare leg. “Hey!” She pulled her leg out of 
his reach. “What are you, some kind of pervert?”

“Yes!” He pulled her legs apart, pushing the plaid skirt 
up to reveal her white cotton panties. One finger slid 
under the fabric, massaging the wet softness he found. 
“Do you like that?” He asked.

“Uh-huh.” Already her breathing had changed, her eyes 
glossing over. Sliding the panties aside, he pressed his 
mouth against her pussy, running his tongue through her 
slit. “Have you ever had a man eat you out before?” He 
asked.

“No.” She groaned, staying in the role. “Don’t stop.”

He grinned, pushing his tongue deeper. Her groans came 
faster and faster, her body arching in the chair as he 
brought her to a climax. “Now, how was that?”

“Great.” She squealed as he pulled her body down to sit 
on top of his, his hardness pressing against her. “Now I 
have something else you’ll like.” Unzipping his slacks, 
he freed his hard cock, pulling her body down on top of 
him. Thrusting into her rapidly, he began unbuttoning her 
blouse, watching her breasts jiggle as he fucked deep 
into her. “How does that feel, young lady?”

“Ohhh!” His hands were on her hips as she began her 
second orgasm, holding her on top of him. With a moan, he 
shot his cum deep inside her, lying back as she collapsed 
on top of him. “Thanks for helping me with my homework, 
Mister.” She said.

“Homework?”

“Yes.” She kissed him deeply, her tongue thrusting into 
his mouth, still rocking on his semi-hard cock. “Sex 
education class.”

He laughed, rolling over so she was pinned under him. 
“Well, you’re a quick study, my dear.” He began thrusting 
his hips again, feeling his own arousal building again. 
“Let’s shoot for an ‘A’.”

Ice Cream

It was an impulse. One of those whims that strike 
suddenly, leaving them helpless. They had to stop. They 
had to have ice cream!

Double dip cones, hand made ice cream. Giggling like a 
couple of kids, they slid into the only available booth, 
one in the back corner of the store.

“You’re getting all messy.” He said, watching the ice 
cream roll down the side of the cone onto her hand. 
“Maybe it’s too much for you to handle.”

“Too much for me to handle?” She raised an eyebrow at 
that. Twisting the cone in her hand, she looked it over 
carefully. “I think I’ve handled bigger.” She said, a 
wicked note creeping into her voice. Pressing her tongue 
flat against the ice cream, she licked straight up the 
ice cream, her eyes half closed. Repeating the motion, 
she worked her way around the cone, then captured the 
offending drip with a tip of her tongue.

His eyes were glued to her every movement, and he 
swallowed hard when she stopped and looked at him. “If I 
apologize now,” He said, “will you stop?”

Her only answer was a soft smile. Rubbing the ice cream 
against her lips, she captured the tip of the ice cream, 
sucking momentarily before she began licking again. Up 
and down, around the cone, shaping the ice cream, knowing 
he couldn’t look away.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see a table of 
college age boys across the room, watching her as closely 
as the man across the table. It was hard to keep the 
smile off her face, knowing she had this sudden audience.

“See? No more mess.” She said. Holding the cone in both 
hands, she wrapped her lips around the tip of the ice 
cream, moving her head down until her lips touched the 
cone. He gasped, his own cone all but forgotten. When she 
raised her head, she left the tip of the ice cream 
slightly bulbous. “Problem, love?” She asked.

“You do know that other people are watching, don’t you?”

She nodded, lowering her head down the ice cream shaft 
again. Up and down, bobbing fast, making little moaning 
sounds in her throat.’ “Maybe we should think about 
going.” She said after a moment.

“Going?” He shifted on the seat. “I don’t think I can 
walk yet.”

She laughed, pressing the ice cream flat with her tongue. 
They could hear the groans from her audience clear over 
here. “But just think of all the fun we could have at 
home now. After all, we’re all warmed up.”

“Well, I’m certainly warm.” He stood, dumping the rest of 
his cone into the trashcan. “Are you coming?”

“Uhm, not yet,” she began, sliding out of the booth, “but 
I am sure we both will be when we get home.”

“Augh!” He turned and headed for the door. Smirking, she 
followed behind him. Pausing at the table where her 
audience sat, she leaned over, winking. “Guess what he’s 
going to get when we get home?” She asked. They were 
still sitting there with their mouths wide open as she 
left.

Inspired by the View

Their passion the night before had been powerful. Their 
clothing lay where ever it had landed, a trail through 
the house leading to the bedroom. Her nylons were draped 
over the bed post, one of his socks hanging from the 
curtain rod. He could see her panties hooked over the 
doorknob. He smiled at the mess. It had been a terrific 
night!

Her body was warm next to his, her bare ass pressed 
against cock, her legs intertwined with his. The faint 
smell of lemons wafted from her hair, and he pulled her 
even closer, his hands roaming her soft body as she 
slept.

He enjoyed just touching her, feeling her skin against 
his palm. It never failed to excite him, holding her like 
this. He could feel his cock growing hard, pressing up 
against her soft ass. It soon became obvious she was 
waking up. “Morning.” He whispered, kissing her shoulder. 
“Time to wake up.”

“Wake up?” She yawned, focusing her eyes on the digital 
numbers of the alarm clock. “Oh, no... we’re gonna be 
late!”

Pulling away from him, she sat up, stretching like a cat. 
“Well, if we’re gonna be late...” he began, walking his 
fingers up her spine, “then let’s be really late!”

“We aren’t going to be really late!” Leaning over, she 
retrieved his shirt from last night, slipping into it and 
standing up. “If we hurry, we can be only a little late. 
Let’s go!”

“Go?” He propped himself up one arm, looking up at her. 
“Why don’t we just continue where we fell asleep last 
night. Crawl back into bed, and let me show you how good 
I can make you feel.”

“Augh!” She stormed into the bathroom, and he heard the 
sounds of her morning routine. “Are you still in bed?” 
She asked, coming out of the bathroom. “Let’s go!”

Turning, she surveyed the room, looking at last night’s 
mess with different eyes than he’d used this morning. “We 
are such slobs!” She said, kicking all the loose clothing 
into a pile. He forced himself to sit up, swinging his 
legs over the side of the bed. “We are such slobs, “ she 
said again, “But last night sure was fun.”

“Uh-huh.” He watched as she bent over to pick up her 
shoes, the tail of the shirt riding over her ass, giving 
him a most delightful view. His already stiff cock 
twitched, an idea forming in his head. Clunk! The shoes 
flew into the closet. “Okay honey,” he called. “I’m up!”

“Good.” She didn’t hear the laughter in his voice. 
Bending at the waist, she scooped the laundry together.

He moved quickly, hands on her hips, his stiff cock 
moving into her pussy from behind. The clothes fell from 
her hands, and she would have fallen if he wasn’t 
supporting her. “What are you doing?” She cried.

“Well, honey... if I have to explain it to you....” One 
arm circled her waist, his free hand moving across her 
body to her clit, gently rubbing her sensitive love 
button to get her juices flowing. “We don’t have time for 
this!” She whined.

“I don’t think you’re in any condition to argue with me.” 
He said. Moving slowly, he began to slide his cock in and 
out of her, feeling her body respond to him. Leaning over 
her, he kissed her shoulders and back, feeling her 
shudder.

“Oh, please...” She was moaning, her legs quivering. 
“Honey, let’s move to the bed.”

“I like this.” He began to move faster, stroking her clit 
harder. She braced her arms against her thighs, the 
pressure building deep inside her. She knew she couldn’t 
last much longer, the way he played her body driving her 
crazy as always.

When she came, she cried out, her legs buckling, his arms 
pulling her back against his body, supporting her 
completely as she writhed in his arms. Her pussy muscles 
milked his hard cock, bringing him to orgasm right behind 
her, shoving his cock as deep inside her as he could be.

He waited until her shaking stopped before he let her go, 
backing away to sit on the bed. She dropped to her knees 
in the middle of the laundry, trying to regain her 
breath. “I guess we’re late.” He said.

“Really late.” She looked up at him, her eyes still 
smoldering with passion. “Really, really late.” She 
pulled his shirt over her head, then stood, walking naked 
to where he sat. His arms wrapped around her waist, and 
she pulled his head to her breast, feeling his lips seek 
out her hard nipple. “Since we’re already so late, maybe 
we shouldn’t go at all.” She whispered.

“Sounds like a great idea.” He answered.

Long Drive Home

It had been a fun weekend, but now it was time to head 
home.

It would be a long drive, and since he had driven the 
long distance on Friday, she would drive home. Truth be 
told, she liked interstate driving, liked the quiet of 
the highways between the cities. Pop the sunroof out, put 
on some tunes, and zoom... she was on her way home.

They had scarcely reached the edge of the city, and he 
was already dozing, one hand resting on her thigh. She 
glanced over at him and smiled, thinking, as always, how 
sweet he looked when he was asleep. Singing softly with 
the tunes on the radio, she continued to drive.

All too soon the daylight faded, and weariness began to 
creep in. They were still more than an hour away from 
home, and, though she didn’t want to stop, she began 
looking for a good place to stop for coffee. In lieu of 
that, she turned the music a bit louder, nodding her head 
with the beat.

He came awake with the music, his hand squeezing her soft 
thigh. “Tired, honey?” he asked, his voice drowsy. “Want 
me to take over?”

“I’m okay. Just tired of sitting so long.” As soon as she 
spoke, his hand moved to her shoulder, gently massaging 
the kinks out of her shoulders. She sighed contentedly, 
letting her head fall back against the headrest a moment. 
“Feel good, honey?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmmm.” Tipping her head back up, she returned her 
concentration to her driving. His fingers continued to 
massage her gently, the two of them sitting in silence. 
He slipped his fingers into her shirt, continuing to rub 
and scratch her shoulders. “No bra?” he asked, his 
fingers sliding across bare skin. “Nope. Not on a long 
drive like this,” she answered.

A quick glance out the back window showed that they were 
relatively alone on the road. Grinning, he reached over 
and began unbuttoning her shirt, ignoring her questions. 
Twisting a little in his chair, he reached through the 
open blouse and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple 
between his finger and thumb. He felt her draw a deep 
breath, her body shuddering at his touch.

Removing his hand, he brought his fingers to his mouth 
and licked them, then reached across her and attacked the 
other nipple, catching it between his wet fingers. She 
moaned, then laughed self-consciously. “What if someone 
sees this?” she asked.

“Then that someone will be jealous, because they don’t 
have your breasts to play with,” he answered. Running his 
finger around the stiff peak, he traced a path down her 
stomach, undoing the last two buttons on her blouse. Just 
to be mean, he tickled her bare stomach, then slid his 
hand up the leg of her walking shorts, his fingertips 
rubbing the crotch of her already wet panties.

“Oooh. Honey!” She started to laugh as she realized she 
was now speeding. “We’re coming up to a city,” she said. 
“Cars, Traffic.....”

“Okay.” He sat back, hands in his lap, watching the stars 
overhead through the open sun roof. She re-arranged her 
shirt, but didn’t re-button it, speeding through the city 
as fast as she felt she could without getting caught. On 
the other side of the city, she switched highways, 
letting a tractor-trailer pass her. The review mirror 
showed no headlights behind her. “Honey,” she began, 
looking across the seat at him, “there’s no one on the 
road behind me.”

“Oh, really?” She could hear the grin in his voice. 
Leaning over, he took the nipple in his mouth, sucking it 
hungrily while his fingers teased the other nipple. The 
speed of their car began to climb again, her back arching 
against the seat. Unsnapping her shorts, he slipped his 
fingers under her panties, stroking her clit. “Let me 
know if it gets to be too much,” he said. “We don’t want 
to have any accidents, do we?”

He stopped once when she asked him to, his finger still 
deep in her wet slit, resting his head on her shoulder 
until she’d calmed down a bit. Her breathing returned 
nearly to a normal pace before he began rubbing her clit 
again, moving to cover her nipple with his mouth again. 
“You know,” he said, easing off again as she approached 
her climax, “maybe we should find a place to pull off for 
a few minutes.”

She nodded, and after a few moments, she pulled off in a 
rest area. Parking in a dark spot, she unbuckled the seat 
belt, sliding a little closer to him. Spreading her legs, 
he could reach her pussy better, sinking his fingers deep 
inside her, his thumb stroking her clit. With a soft cry, 
she came, gripping the steering wheel as waves of 
pleasure rolled through her.

“Are you awake now?” he asked, chuckling.

“I think so.” They both took a moment to look up at the 
stars, then she buttoned her blouse and started the 
engine. “Allow me to return the favor when we get home,” 
she said.

He squeezed her knee once, leaning back against the chair 
and closing his eyes. “I’m counting on it,” he replied.

Lunchtime

Since she had the day off, they were going to meet for 
lunch. Stepping out of the shower, she opened the closet 
to see what she should wear. Jeans, turtle neck, sweater—
wait a minute!

She grinned at her reflection in the mirror, an idea 
forming in her mind. A little tingle began in her pussy, 
and she put the clothes back into the closet. A little 
seduction was in order, she decided. And she would have 
to dress accordingly.

“Hey, honey. Ready for lunch?” she asked from the door of 
his office. He held up a hand, indicating he didn’t want 
to be disturbed for a moment, his pen flying across the 
paper. “Ready!” he said, his head snapping up. “Oh my!”

He let his eyes rake across her body, down to her toes, 
then back up again. She wore a black sweater that showed 
off her ample breasts, the V-cut neckline showing deep 
cleavage between the delightful swell of her creamy skin.

A short wrap-around denim skirt showed off her long legs. 
She stood with her leg peeking through the slit of the 
skirt, the top of her stocking showing. Teasingly, she 
pulled the skirt back just a bit more, her pale flesh a 
stunning contrast to the dark nylon.

He forced his eyes back to her face, seeing the wicked 
smile she wore. His cock was twitching wildly, almost 
painfully. “I assume you have a plan for lunch?”

“I might.” She turned, looking back over her shoulder. 
“Coming?”

He jumped up, following her. Down to the street, into her 
truck. “You look incredible,” he told her, shifting 
uncomfortably. His pants were growing tighter and 
tighter. She smiled, but said nothing, turning into the 
parking lot of a quaint little cafe.

He chose to walk behind her as the entered the building, 
watching the way her hips moved, the way the heels she 
wore shaped her calves. He hoped they made it to the 
table soon; his erection was getting painful.

She seemed to know the waitress, chatting pleasantly for 
a moment before they were led to a quiet, circular booth. 
Sliding around the seat, she pressed up against him, her 
breasts heavy on his arm. “I think you’ll really like the 
food here,” she whispered, her voice low and throaty. She 
captured his hand, bringing it under the table to her 
lap. Under the opening of her skirt, right between her 
soft thighs.

He groaned, his fingertips feeling the moist fabric of 
her panties. “Have you decided what to order?” the 
waitress asked pleasantly. Today’s special is lasagna.”

“The special,” he said, feeling her thighs open a little 
wider. “Make that two,” she answered.

The waitress nodded, walking away. He felt her hand 
creeping across his thigh, rubbing his swollen cock 
through the material. “Ooh! Why do you torture me this 
way?” he asked with a groan.

“Well, if you want me to stop....” She leaned away, 
withdrawing her hand.

“No! Don’t!” He squeezed her thigh lovingly. “I love it 
when you torture me. I love it when you make my cock so 
hard it absolutely throbs.” He grinned as her hand found 
it’s way back to his lap. “And I’m going to love driving 
this big, thick, hard cock into you.”

The food arrived, and they fell on it hungrily, the meal 
as good as she’d promised. He ate one handed, his fingers 
busy inside her panties. She squirmed wonderfully for 
him, and her hand often found its way back down to 
massage his erection.

“How was it?” the waitress asked. She left the bill on 
the table, then dropped a key next to it.

“Thanks, Kelly. I’ll bring it back in a bit.”

He looked on in amazement as his lady picked up the key, 
dropping a twenty on the table. She slid out of the 
booth, smiling. “Coming with me?”

He slid out behind her. “Where are we going?” She only 
laughed.

He still had half of his lunch hour left. She led him to 
the back of the building, up a flight of stairs to a 
plain wooden door. The key slid into the lock, opening to 
a small, tidy room. “I called ahead and asked Kelly if I 
could borrow this little guest room of hers,” she said, 
answering his unasked question. Stepping into his arms, 
she kissed him. “She’s an old friend of mine.”

“Great!” His hands pushed her skirt open, lifting it up 
over her hips. “Your panties are wet,” he whispered.

“Well,” she unzipped his slacks, freeing his cock. “Your 
shorts are wet. I guess we’re even.”

Half carrying her to the bed, he laid her back, lifted 
one leg over his shoulder, spreading her wide. Pushing 
her panties aside he plunged into her, making love to her 
in fast, hard strokes. His cheek rubbed against the 
stocking, and he turned to kiss her ankle, rubbing his 
hand up and down her leg. “You seductive wench!” he said, 
watching the passion on her face. “I love you!”

She cried out, her hips bucking up against him, her 
breasts quivering delightfully in the sweater as her body 
shook. Leaning forward, pushing his as deep into her as 
he could, he erupted, his cum pouring into her still 
pulsating pussy.

“Wench, am I?” she asked, when she trusted herself to 
speak.

“Yes,” he answered. “A beautiful, sexy, delicious, 
wench.” He pulled out of her reluctantly, releasing her 
leg. “An incredible, seductive, bewitching wench who is 
about to make me late for work.”

“Late for work? Is that all the thanks I get?” She 
straightened her clothes, running her fingers through her 
hair. “Well, don’t worry. It’s the last time I show up to 
take you out to lunch, cretin!”

“NO! Honey!” He pulled her against him, wrapping his 
strong arms around her body. He kissed her neck, her 
shoulder, the swell of her breast. “Please. Make me late 
for lunch any time.”

Memories of Summer

“Leave the dishes for a few minutes, Honey.” He said from 
the kitchen door. He waved a photo envelope at her. “I 
have something to show you.”

“Pictures?” She reached for a towel, drying her hands. 
“When did you take pictures?”

He only smiled, crooking his finger at her. Puzzled, she 
followed him to the living room, curling up against him. 
“Okay, wise guy.” She said. “Show your stuff!”

“Ooooh!” He kissed her forehead. “Baby, I’ll be happy to 
show you my stuff. But I think we should look at our 
pictures first.”

“Brat!” She poked him in the side. “Camping pictures!” 
She cried when he opened the envelope. “I forgot about 
these!”

“Me too. Remember this?” He pointed at the first photo. 
It showed her standing in the water, soaking wet, her tee 
shirt clinging to her body. The hard outlines of her 
nipples showed clearly, the thin cotton shorts suggesting 
the shape of her pussy. “This is a wallet photo for me.”

“Don’t you dare!” She glared at him. “I do remember that. 
You pushed me in the lake!”

“Well, yeah!” He took the photo, tucking it into his 
wallet despite her freezing stare. Laughing, they flipped 
through the rest of the pictures, remembering all fun 
they had that camping trip. “Snuggling in our sleeping 
bags.” She said.

“Sitting by the fire, talking into the night.” He 
whispered.

“Long hikes in the woods. Afternoons fishing.”

“And you,” he said, pulling her closer, “going skinny 
dipping!”

It had been their last day at the lake, a delightful 
summer day. She didn’t ever want to leave this beautiful 
place. It was so quiet, so private. With an impish grin, 
she’d shed her clothing, slipping beneath the inviting 
waters as silently as she could.

The cold water was a shock, her nipples peaking, and she 
gasped, then forced herself to swim out a little farther. 
She could see him out on the dock, fishing, his back to 
her. Taking a deep breath, she ducked underwater, 
swimming towards him.

“Boo!” She cried, splashing up out of the water in front 
of him. For a brief instant, she thought he would fall 
into the water, he was so startled. Laughing, she turned 
and swam away from him, heading for the bobbing raft.

“Oooh! I will get you for that!” He cried. Looking over 
her shoulder, she saw him stripping his clothes off. The 
splash a few minutes later let her know he was in the 
water. His longer arms gave him a more powerful stroke, 
letting him catch up to her as she reached the raft. “Let 
me go!” She shrieked.

“Oh no!” He leaned back against the raft, pulling her 
back against him. His legs wrapped around her waist, his 
hands massaging the hard nipples, rubbing her breasts, 
her stomach. “I think we need to get out of this cold 
water.”

Reaching behind her, she wrapped her hand around his soft 
cock, the warmth of her hand sending a burst of pleasure 
through him. “Funny, isn’t it, how the cold affects me 
one way, and you another.” She said.

“You mean how it makes your nipples hard?” His fingers 
rubbed the hard nubs. “I never needed cold water to make 
that happen to you.” He began kissing her neck, his 
tongue leaving trails of warmth across her shoulders. 
“Don’t you think we should get out of this cold water?”

She climbed up onto the raft, and he watched, enjoying 
the view as her naked body left the water, the way her 
hard nipples looked so dark against her skin, the curve 
of her hips, her soft ass. He could feel his cock growing 
hard almost immediately.

The raft bobbed pleasantly on the water, as his hands 
began to explore her body once again. Over her breasts, 
down her stomach. His fingers traced drops of water as 
they rolled across her skin, leaving fire in her body 
where he touched.

Her hands caressed his chest, his shoulders, her fingers 
rubbing the water from his hair. He groaned as she 
touched his cock again, rubbing the sensitive head with 
her fingertips, wrapping her hand around it and stroking 
him slowly. Up and down, the way he liked, the way that 
drove him crazy.

Precum dribbled down the shaft of her cock, slick under 
her fingers. Up and down, faster and faster. His breath 
caught in his throat, his balls tingling. “You’d better 
stop.” He told her, groaning. “I’m going to cum.”

She smiled, leaning over his cock, her mouth open wide, 
waiting, an inch from the swollen head. She continued to 
stroke him, faster and faster, making him grown. He 
propped himself up on his elbows, watching her, 
fascinated by her.

Crying out her name, he came, and he forced himself to 
keep his eyes open to watch the cum shoot out of his rock 
hard cock up into her waiting mouth. He could see his 
jism splash against her tongue, her lips, watching her 
swallow quickly. She licked her lips, then licked his 
cock clean.

“Oh yes... you skinny dipping.” He smiled at the memory. 
His cock grew hard instantly, pressing the soft fabric of 
his jogging pants out. “I think you have a problem 
there.” She observed.

He lifted her hand, bringing it down on the tent in his 
pants. “Think I can get your help with it?”

Without answering, she slid her hand under the waistband, 
grasping his cock as she had on the raft. Groaning 
softly, he leaned his head back, enjoying the sensation. 
“Uh, Honey?” He said, after a moment. “Would you... would 
you do what you did on the raft?”

She smiled softly, then stood, heading towards the 
bedroom. “Better viewing in the bedroom.” She said, 
motioning for him to follow. “Turn out the lights, honey. 
The kitchen, too. We’re going to be far to busy to finish 
the dishes tonight.”

Miss You

She hated being alone, hated the trips he had to take for 
his job. Any separation was bothersome, but this one had 
been especially long, and she missed him. The scent of 
him, the sound of his voice in her ear, the magic of his 
touch. But he would return tomorrow evening, he had 
promised. This time, there would be no delays.

She had tomorrow evening planned. A quiet dinner at home, 
and then a long back massage to ease his tired muscles, 
followed by some serious lovemaking, and then sleep in 
his arms. She was smiling at the thought as she stepped 
into the hot shower, the water cascading down her tired 
body.

Tomorrow. 24 hours. Less, really, she thought, since she 
would pick him up at the airport and bring him home. She 
picked up the bar of soap, working it into a good lather, 
then she began rubbing it onto her skin.

Across her neck and shoulders, down her arms. The soap 
made her skin slippery, her hands rubbing down across her 
breasts, her nipples leaping up at the attention. If only 
it were his hands touching her, she thought, her slick 
fingers massaging the tender nipples into little peaks. 
His finger, yes, tweaking and pinching her nipples like 
this, or his warm tongue sliding around them, his lips 
closing around them, sucking them to his heart’s delight.

Shuddering, she stopped her massage, taking the loofa 
sponge and scrubbing at the soap on her arms and 
shoulders. Down along her sides and across her stomach, 
finally across her chest, the scratchy sponge feeling so 
good against her aroused and sensitive breasts. Almost 
like the rough scratchiness of his chin when he hadn’t 
shaved for a few days. She loved it when he ran his 
whiskers across her body, along the ticklish undersides 
of her breasts, or even the inside her pussy lips. She 
shuddered again, rubbing the sponge in circles on her 
nipples. Oh, how she missed him.

Dropping the sponge, she leaned back against the wall and 
closed her eyes, letting the warm water pour across her 
body, rinsing the soap away. Cupping her breasts, she 
squeezed them together, then ran her hands down her 
sides, over her hips and around her ass. Taking the bar 
of soap in one hand, and a razor in the other, she 
carefully soaped the outside of her pussy, shaving off 
all but the one small patch of dark hair, the way he 
liked it.

Dropping the razor, she rinsed the soap away, her finger 
slipping inside the bare lips to touch the warm wetness 
inside. She craved his touch, and she admitted it freely, 
her body quivering as she thought about him touching her, 
about him stroking her clit, thinking that it was fingers 
that slid up inside her, or better yet, his hard cock 
sliding in and out of her.

She moaned, her fingers working faster, sliding on 
something other than soap. With her free hand, she played 
with her nipples, letting the warm water run across her, 
down the slopes of her breasts, past the fingers plunging 
in and out of her pussy. “Oh honey,” she cried out loud, 
wishing more than ever that he were here.

“You should let me do that.” He said, stepping into the 
shower with her, his hand covering hers, his fingers 
reaching to massage her. Her eyes flew open in surprise, 
her mouth opening and closing without any sound coming 
out. “You looked like you were having so much fun, I 
wanted to join in.” He whispered.

“What are you doing here?” She asked, then cried out as 
her orgasm ripped through her, his fingers buried deep 
inside her. “I came home early.” He said, then he kissed 
her. “I needed to feel you, and smell you, and,” he 
raised his fingers to his lips, licking her juices from 
them. “I needed to taste you. I missed you.”

She pressed up against him, warm and wet, her head 
resting in the hollow of his shoulder. “Oh honey,” she 
purred, feeling his arms go around her, “I’ve missed you 
too!”

Morning

They lay together under the blankets, spooned, their 
bodies intertwined. Perhaps they had fallen asleep like 
this, in the middle of their love-making. Or perhaps 
their bodies had joined together of their own volition. 
His chest against her back, one arm wrapped possessively 
around her, they slept.

Still half asleep, he began to love her. His hardness 
slid in and out of her slowly, his hands tweaking her 
nipples. Her breathing changed from the soft pattern he 
associated with her sleep to a faster, more rapid panting 
that he knew signified her excitement. Kissing her 
shoulders, cupping her breasts, he loved her.

She began to moan, squirming. Smiling in the dark, he 
relaxed, easing his motions to let her body calm down. 
She was a heavy sleeper, but an orgasm would certainly 
awaken her, and he wasn’t ready for that. Sliding out of 
her, he eased back away from her, knowing she would roll 
onto her back once the cold air hit the newly exposed 
flesh where he had been pressed against her. He wasn’t 
disappointed.

Crawling across the bed, he kissed her soft stomach, 
running his tongue up her body to her soft breasts, the 
hard nipples. First one, then the other, he kissed them, 
teasing the stiff peaks with his tongue. His hands moved 
up and down her sides, caressing her hips, massaging her 
arms. Sliding inside her once again, he began to slowly 
make love to her.

“Oh.” She breathed heavily, her eyes fluttering open. 
“Oh.” Her body responded to his, waves of pleasure 
rolling through her. He gasped, shuddering as her orgasm 
brought him to his, feeling her legs wrap around him, 
pulling him inside her as they finished together. Softly, 
he kissed her, his fingers gently removing the strands of 
hair plastered to her sweaty face. “Good morning.” He 
whispered.

She smiled back. “Good Morning.”

Moving Day

“How come,” he began, dropping the floppy top mattress on 
the living room floor, “I get to do all the heavy lifting 
while you clean cupboards?”

She slid off the counter she’d been sitting on while 
washing the shelves and doors. “If you want to clean, I’m 
all for it. I’ll move the furniture.”

“I was just kidding.” He dropped onto the mattress with a 
sigh, closing eyes. “How come you have to move in July? 
Why not May? May was a nice month. Not too hot, not too 
cold. Or October. October would be good.” He opened his 
eyes when he heard her approach. “Careful, Sweetie. Those 
rubber gloves you’re wearing are a real turn on!” He 
waggled his eyebrows.

“You’re crazy.” She poked him in the side, something she 
knew he hated. The rubber gloves came off with a snap, 
and she sat on the corner of the mattress, enjoying the 
cool air from the fan. “If I’d had my way, I wouldn’t 
have moved in the middle of summer. It’s too hot to do 
anything. I want to go soak in the tub until all my skin 
looks like a raison. Then I want to go to sleep and sleep 
through tomorrow.”

“You complain too much.” He quipped, earning him a 
murderous glare. “Besides, wouldn’t you rather take your 
bath and then get all hot and sweaty the fun way?” He 
winked. “Then we’d have to shower together to get clean 
before bed.”

“No way. It’s too hot to be touching that close!” She 
squirmed away from his reaching hand, sliding off the 
mattress. “I already brought over the twin mattress from 
storage, so one of us will sleep on that tonight and the 
other will sleep here. You generate too much heat to 
share a bed with you.”

He affected a pouty face, knowing she thought it cute. 
“But it’s going to storm soon, and that will cool things 
off. And, of course, I know how you love storms.” He 
grinned.

“It’s going to storm?” She turned toward the window, 
searching the clouds. “If we head to storage for one more 
load, we should beat the storm back.” She moved to stand 
up.

“Not so fast.” He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back 
onto the bed. “We’ve been working hard all day, and 
deserve a little rest. Now, when the storm hits, it will 
cool things down enough to be bearable. Let’s make 
something to eat, clean up, and relax together. Okay?”

She frowned, avoiding his eyes. “All the dishes and 
cooking stuff are still in storage. So if we make one 
more trip....” she tried to pull her wrist from his 
grasp. “Come on, Sweetie. One more trip, and then we’ll 
relax, okay?”

“Slave Driver!” He rolled towards her, his free hand 
cupping her breast through her tee shirt.. To his 
surprise, the nipple was already hard, straining toward 
his touch. “Well, this is a nice.” He laughed, rolling 
the hard nub between his thumb and finger. She sucked in 
a deep breath, feeling the nipple harden further under 
his touch. “I have this wonderful mental image. You 
laying on this bed, my cock sliding between your lips, 
and I fall forward, burying my face in your sweet pussy. 
How does that sound?”

She sighed, eyes closed. Then, in one quick movement, she 
pulled his hand away from her and leaned across the bed, 
kissing his chin, his nose, his forehead, then rolled 
away from him. She was on her feet, heading for the front 
door. “I’m going to storage.” She shouted over her 
shoulder, bending down to grab her purse before wrestling 
open the front door.

“Hey!” He jumped up. chasing after her. “That’s all I 
get? Not even a kiss on the lips?” He stood in the 
doorway, watching her walk to her truck. “Come back here 
and give me a proper kiss.”

“No!” She searched in her purse for her keys, but came up 
empty. Oh, Shoot! She cried, stomping back towards the 
door. “I forgot my keys.”

He grinned, stepping inside and closing the door. “Don’t 
you dare!” She cried, rushing forward before he could 
close it all the way. “Brat.” She said, stepping past 
him.

“Why did you rush out of here like that?” He asked, once 
she had passed. Leaning against the door, he blocked her 
exit as she returned with the keys. “You were tempted, 
right? So why leave?”

“Come on, honey. We’ve got to get this done!” She 
groaned. “Okay, yes, I was very tempted. But I thought we 
could get another load from storage first....” She fell 
silent.

“We’ll, you aren’t going anywhere without a proper kiss.” 
He pulled her close, his mouth covering her protests. 
After a few heartbeats, she ceased struggling against 
him, pressing her body into the embrace. “Now isn’t that 
better?” He asked when they parted.

She nodded, her eyes glowing with lust for him. Her hand 
slid down his body, inside his running shorts to stroke 
his semi-hard cock. “It is going to be hard to cook 
dinner without anything to cook with, though.” She 
whispered.

“I thought I’d kissed that out of you.” He said, pressing 
his lips over hers once again. This time she broke away, 
stepping back. “It’s too hot to be this close!” She 
complained.

“I can fix that!” He answered, taking her by the hand and 
dragging her through the house to the little bathroom. He 
pushed her into the shower stall, turning the water on so 
it drenched them both. She was laughing, trapped in the 
shower fully clothed. “You’re crazy!”

“Yes Ma’am.” He replied, dragging his wet tee shirt over 
his head, throwing it out of the shower with a wet 
splosh. His shorts followed, then his shoes and socks. 
“Did you know you’re wearing too many clothes to be in 
the shower?” He asked innocently.

“Oh really!” She grinned as he pulled her shirt off, then 
her bra, his mouth moving across her stiff nipples 
slowly. Between his hot tongue and the cold water, her 
nipples ached, they were so hard. While his mouth was 
busy, his hands struggled to work the wet zipper on her 
denim shorts, sliding them down her hips. Her panties 
fell next, and he flipped them both out of the shower 
with his foot. She kicked her sandals off, her hands 
wrapping around his hard manhood, gently rolling it 
between her palms.

He lifted the bar of soap and worked it into a lather, 
then passed it to her to do the same. They began washing 
the other, rinsing away all the sweat form their hard 
work. He soaped up her stomach, then dragged his hands up 
to caress her breasts. His hands slid all over her, 
squeezing her sensitive flesh, working across her 
shoulders, her arms, down her back. Stopping for more 
soap, he lathered her hips, her thighs, down the hard 
muscles in her calves to her feet, then worked his hands 
up the insides of her legs, smelling her sex before her 
even touched her.

She moaned as he nuzzled his way between her legs, his 
tongue splitting her lips, stroking her already swollen 
clit. Her hot juices spilled down his chin as he moved to 
suck her sensitive button, her fingers twisting into his 
hair as he sucked and nibbled and licked her pussy.

Cold water pouring across her body, she shook and 
shuddered through an orgasm. He sat patiently, his tongue 
lapping up her cum, even licking the insides of her 
thighs clean before standing up. “Are you cool enough 
now?” He asked, grinning.

She kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue, on his 
lips. He led her from the shower to the mattress in the 
living room, the air from the fan making them shiver. “I 
want to ride you.” she whispered, one hand squeezing his 
ass. “I want to fuck myself on your hard cock.”

“Oh, yes!” He lay back on the bed and watched her lower 
herself down on him, letting her guide his hardness into 
her pussy. “You feel so good inside me.” She moaned, 
rocking forward to work every centimeter she could 
inside. Lowering her breasts to his mouth, she teased his 
lips with her nipples, laughing as he tried to catch one 
with his teeth.

Straightening back up, she began her ride, moving slowly 
at first, cupping her breasts and playing with her 
nipples while he watched. His hands roamed across her 
hips and her ass, down her thighs, feeling the muscles 
work as she lifted herself up and down on him. He worked 
his thumb between her pussy lips, rubbing against her 
clit, then down to where their bodies were joined, 
dipping into the pool of liquid between them.

Catching his hand, she brought the thumb to her mouth, 
sucking on his thumb like it were a small cock. He 
groaned, watching her clean their love off his thumb, and 
he began working her clit with his free hand, feeling her 
body begin to convulse.

Her pussy clamped his cock like a vise, milking him, 
trying to hold him inside of her. Then he was shooting 
inside her, their cum mixing deep in her womb. “That was 
great!” She said, collapsing on top of him.

He laughed, running his hands over her back, enjoying the 
feel of her hard nipples as they poked into his chest. 
“And you wanted to make another run to storage.” He said 
scornfully.

“Well, you tell me what we’re going to eat for dinner. 
I’m hungry.” As if to answer her, his stomach rumbled. 
“So we’ll go out to dinner.” He answered.

“Great.” They lay still a few more minutes, neither one 
ready to give up that close contact. “Uhm, I have a 
question for you.” she said.

“Yes?”

“Did you bring in the suitcase from your car?” He shook 
his head. She sighed, rolling away from him and sitting 
up. “Well, then, we have a problem. All our clothes are 
in the suitcase, and the suitcase is in the car. Even if 
we go hang up the other clothes right now, it will take a 
couple of hours for them to dry!”

He nodded, then pulled her back down beside him. “So we 
have to be naked together for the next couple of hours.” 
he pinched her nipple, rolling it around a bit. “What a 
shame. Whatever shall we do?”

Her hand snaked around his cock, and she was delighted to 
feel it twitch in her grip. “Knowing you, my dear, I’m 
sure we can think of something.....”

Nylon Toes

After working all day, the last place he wanted to be was 
in a crowded mall. But she had wanted to meet here before 
ducking out for a late dinner, and he’d agreed, so he 
tried to keep his complaints to a minimum. But if she 
said “Let’s stop here!” one more time.....

“Oooh!” She paused, then cut across the wide mall court. 
“Let’s stop here!” She smiled at the exasperation in his 
face. Standing on her tip toes, she kissed his cheek. 
“Last stop. I promise.”

He smiled down at her, knowing she was playing him, and 
she knew he was letting her. “Let’s go.” He sighed.

She led him back into one of those self serve stores, 
with walls upon walls of cardboard boxes full of shoes. 
He groaned quietly; knowing how much she loved shoes, 
they could be here all night. Already she had stationed 
herself before the section of wall that had her size, her 
eyes glazing over at the selection. He sand down on a 
shoe bench, taking her coat when she handed it to him.

“I’m sorry, love.” She said, picking a pair of flats that 
matched her skirt. Dropping the shoes on the floor, she 
slipped her feet into them, and taking a few steps to see 
how they fit. “Those shoes I wore today pinched my toes. 
I just want to find another pair....” She held her foot 
up, twisting the shoe for his inspection. “What do you 
think?”

“It’s okay.”

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” She stepped out of the shoes, 
bending to retrieve them. “I know. This is boring.” 
Turning back to the wall, she perused the selection, 
looking for just the right pair.... there! Snatching them 
out of the box, she pulled them onto her feet, then 
turned toward him, a mischievous smile on her face. “What 
do you think of these?”

“They’re okay.” He answered automatically, then did a 
double take. The black heels she wore may have been the 
sexiest shoes he’d ever seen! The shoe barely covered her 
toes, (Toe cleavage! He thought, seeing the lines of her 
toes under the black vinyl) curving around the foot all 
the way to the heel, with a strap crossing the foot and 
buttoning on the side by the ankle. “I love them.” He 
said after he could swallow again.

“I thought you might.” Twisting her foot in the air, she 
watched the play of emotions on his face. “Do you think 
they go with this skirt? How do they make my legs look?”

“Your legs look great.” He tried to look thoughtful, 
ignoring the twitching he felt in his cock. She knew how 
much he loved sexy shoes and stockings. “But it doesn’t 
match the skirt, sweetie. It does match the little black 
baby doll at home.....”

“Really?” Placing her feet together, she tried to look 
down at them. “Oh, this won’t do.. Here!” Standing on one 
foot, she slid the toes of her other foot between his 
knees, pushing his legs apart. It was exquisite torture, 
the touch of her foot against his legs, the toes sliding 
up his thigh. He groaned, feeling his pants grow tight. 
“Why are you doing this to me?” He asked, loving it.

“Doing what?” She dropped her foot to the floor. “I just 
wanted to see how the shoes looked in the mirror. Is that 
such a crime?”

“Mirror?” He glanced down, seeing the reflection of her 
shoe there, the arch of the foot, the sweet slope of her 
calves as her beautiful legs disappeared under her skirt. 
Oh, he was glad this particular corner of the store was 
deserted. No amount of rearranging could hide his 
erection now. “You know, I like them,” she was saying, 
“but I don’t think they’re right for that baby doll. 
Let’s see what else I can find.”

She unbuttoned the strap, and he watched her foot emerge 
from the shoe, the way she held the arch, her nylon 
covered toes pointed like a ballerina’s. Standing in her 
stocking feet, she scanned the shoes on the wall, every 
so often rising on her tip toes, knowing his eyes were on 
her. “Oh! I’ll bet you’ll like these!”

The shoe looked like a mess of black spaghetti, criss-
crossing straps on a very high heel. She arched her foot 
again, sliding it into the mess, and this time, when she 
turned to face him, her smile had a definite wickedness 
to it. “These are the shoes for the baby doll.” She 
announced.

He had to admit she was correct; these shoes were meant 
to go with the baby doll. The messy straps had been 
transformed to a web that ensconced her foot, her toes 
bare. “I think we’re buying these.” He said. “Give them 
to me.”

She laughed, raising her foot so he could remove them 
himself. “Oh, you wicked wench.” he said, sliding his 
hands around her foot, feeling the nylon covered flesh 
under the webbing. He loved the way her foot arched as he 
pulled the shoe off, running his hand up over her ankle 
to squeeze her leg before releasing her. “You know, I 
think we should skip dinner and just head home. What do 
you think?”

“I’m starved!” She laughed as he tickled her foot, 
collecting the shoes from her and dropping them into the 
empty box she offered. “I think we should go to someplace 
where they serve a lot of food. I could eat a horse!” She 
turned, rummaging in a box while she talked. “Don’t you 
think that would be a good idea? Aren’t you starving?”

“Oh, I’m starving all right.” But it was clear he didn’t 
mean for food.

“You know...” She turned, lifting the hem of her skirt to 
mid thigh, showing off the a black boot that came just 
over her knee. Oh, these made his cock throb, his eyes 
tracing the curve of her leg in the vinyl boot, the way 
it hugged her calve and showed her knee cap. “I think 
this would go well with the black and red teddy..... you 
know the one I mean?”

“Oh yeah.” He stood, grabbing the box of shoes he’d 
already said they’d buy, as well as the pair she’d first 
tried on, the ones that really did match her skirt. “We 
want those, too. I’ll meet you up at the check out 
stand.” He turned and limped away.

She grinned, watching him walk away. She did so love to 
tease him. Stepping into her old shoes, she hurried after 
him, knowing that they would be on their way home from 
here.

Naked but for the knee hi boots, she crossed the room, 
walking towards him, feeling his eyes on her jiggling 
breasts, on the contrast between her pale skin and the 
shiny black boots. Standing over him, she slowly dropped 
to her knees, brushing her shaved pussy lips across the 
throbbing head of his cock, “I think you’ve teased me 
enough for one day.” He protested.

“Never!” Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, 
the other spreading her lips open, she smeared the oozing 
precum against her hard clit. “I love teasing you. I live 
to tease you!”

“I’m glad!” His hands held on to her hips as she lowered 
herself down on his cock, rocking her hips until felt 
settled. His hands slid across her skin, across her 
boots, tugging the zippers down a bit so he could work 
his fingers inside. His fingertips touched the top of her 
stockings, a small moan escaping his lips. “These boots 
have so much possibility.” He said.

“I can’t wait to unzip them with my teeth.”

“Mmmm....” Her breathing grew rapid, a sheen of sweat 
appearing on her body. She was close, he knew, and he 
began to knead her ass cheeks, her body rising up and 
down on his cock, faster and faster, until she exploded 
on top of him. He loved to see her writhing on top of him 
like that, his hand holding her hips to keep her from 
bucking away from him. Matching her fire, he shot his cum 
deep in her belly, thrusting into her until they 
collapsed together.

Rolling away from him, she lay on her back, eyes closed, 
completely lethargic. “You spoil me.” He said, sitting up 
and staring down at her. His fingers traced the curve of 
her breast, teasing her hard nipple. “You’re supposed to 
come to bed in old flannel night gowns, your hair in 
curlers, with a mud mask on your face.”

“I’ll do that tomorrow.” She promised. Lifting one leg 
high in the air,

she unzipped the boot, pulling it off to reveal the sheer 
black stocking underneath. Twisting around, she put her 
foot against his chest, wiggling her toes. With her legs 
spread wide, he could see the cum slowly dribbling out of 
her pussy, and his cock immediately perked. “Nylon toes.” 
He said, catching her foot and rubbing his lips across 
her sole. “Maybe we should get the other pair of shoes 
and play with those.” He said.

“We can save those for tomorrow.” She said.

“I thought that was the flannel gown night.”

She sighed contentedly as his lips inched their way 
across her ankle. “I guess we’ll have to postpone the 
flannel nightgown night.”

He grinned, nibbling on her leg. “That’s a real shame.”

Oh Christmas Tree

“Please. Oh pleaseohpleaseohplease!” She’d begged, 
bouncing on her toes excitedly. She was as anxious as a 
child, until at last he relented. “Okay. Let’s go get the 
Christmas tree.”

Clapping her hands, she’d run to her truck, warming the 
engine while he’d dressed. First she had to find the 
perfect tree lot, then, the perfect tree. He waited 
patiently, smiling and nodding when she asked his 
opinion. At last, she found the perfect tree. Not too 
short or too tall, not too fat, nor too skinny. It was 
perfect.

He carried it in the house, setting the tree in the 
perfect spot in the living room, holding it steady until 
she had it resting perfectly in the tree stand. “What do 
you think of our tree?” She asked, standing back.

“It’s perfect.” He answered, kissing her on the top of 
the head.

After dinner they decorated, Christmas music playing in 
the background, until she once again declared it perfect. 
Then they went to bed.

It was still dark when he rolled over, still half asleep, 
his hand seeking her warmth beside him in the bed. When 
his fingers found only cold sheets, he came fully awake, 
calling her name. No answer. She wasn’t there.

No noises came from the bathroom, so there was only one 
logical place for her to be. Swinging his legs out of 
bed, he slipped into his robe, then padded out of the 
room to the living room.

The lights on the tree winked happily in the night, but 
she was no where to be seen. “Are you in here?” He asked.

“Did I wake you up?” She asked. There was a ruffling 
under the tree, and she sat up, smiling softly. “I’m 
sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

She looked beautiful, her face lit by the dancing lights 
from the tree. Her hair was still mussed from sleeping, 
and she was wrapped warmly in her heavy robe. “I just 
wondered where you went.” He motioned to the floor next 
to her. “Mind if I join you?”

“Please!” She patted the floor next to her, then lay back 
down, moving so her head was resting under the branches. 
“When I was a little girl, I used to lay under the tree 
like this and wait for Santa.” She said, her voice 
sounding unusually mellow. “I always fell asleep like 
this, staring up through the branches at the blinking 
lights. I never saw Santa, and I never knew how I always 
wound up back in bed in the morning. I always thought 
Santa carried me.”

He smiled, turning his eyes up towards the branches to 
try to discover what magic she found there. She twisted, 
her body pressing against his, her head coming to rest on 
his shoulder. “When the tree is fresh like this, it’s so 
nice. The smell of pine, the different colors of 
lights.....” She sighed contentedly. “And my favorite 
teddy bear.”

Her fingers slipped into his robe, rubbing the hair on 
his chest. They lay there for a while, not speaking, the 
only movement between them was her hand stroking his 
chest. “You know,” he said after a while, “if you keep 
this up, you’re going to start something.”

“Start something?” Laughter danced in her voice. Her hand 
slid down his body, over the tied belt and back under the 
flap of the robe. With familiarity, she touched his semi-
erect cock, her caress creating even more of a reaction 
than before. “Shouldn’t you have used a past tense 
phrase?”

He closed his eyes, groaning as she continued to 
manipulate his erection. “Looks like it’s my turn to 
unwrap a Christmas gift.” She whispered, untying the knot 
and opening his robe. “Except that I didn’t wrap you in 
paper.”

“But you looked so cute...” He protested, lifting his 
hand to run his fingers through her hair. “And I loved 
tearing the paper off your body.”

She grinned, squirming away from him, bringing her mouth 
down around the head of his cock. Pleasure washed across 
him, her warm mouth enveloping his rock-hard cock, 
sliding down the shaft until her nose rested against his 
body. The head of his cock was against her throat, and 
she moaned, her throat vibrating around his cock.

He jerked, sure he would cum, but he stopped, his body 
covered in sweat. “Easy.” She said, sliding her lips off 
his cock. “Don’t cum too soon. I need to feel you inside 
me.”

“Ohh! Yes!” He smiled, watching as she rearranged 
herself, sliding her wet pussy down over his shaft. The 
robe fell off her shoulders, baring her beautiful breasts 
to him.

With slow, easy motions, she rode him, one hand rubbing 
her clit every now and again. He lifted a strand of 
tinsel from the branches above him, draping it over her 
shoulder. Another strand on the other shoulder, then 
more, until he hung two strands from her hard nipples. In 
the flashing lights, she looked almost dreamlike, a 
mystical, magical, glittering creature.

She took her pleasure first, cumming hard, her body 
quivering on his. She stopped her movements, her body 
still, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock buried deep 
inside her. After a moment, she moved away from him, his 
cock glistening from her love juices. Lying back under 
the tree, she spread her legs, motioning for him to come 
to her.

He didn’t need to be asked twice. Replacing his cock 
inside her warm pussy, he thrust in and out of her, 
watching the passion on her face as he made love to her. 
Her thighs clamped around his waist as she came again, 
the bells on the tree ringing as she shook and trembled 
through her orgasm.

With one final thrust, he shot his load deep inside her 
belly, falling beside her on the floor once again when 
his body relaxed. “The lights on the tree look like 
something magical from down here.” He said.

“Yes.” She answered sleepily. Her head found his 
shoulder, fingers again twisting into the hair on his 
chest. In no time at all, they were both asleep.

One of Those Days?

It was going to be one of those days.....

Adam had to hurry through lunch, knowing that the 
afternoon would be a busy one. Mentally reviewing his 
list of things he needed to do today, he almost missed 
her.

She was sitting at the counter of the restaurant, reading 
a magazine and drinking coffee. Full figured, pretty, she 
seemed oblivious to the world around her, her focus on 
whatever she was reading. Nicely shaped long legs peeked 
out from under her long sweater, the knit stirrup pants 
fitting snug around her calves. But what caught his 
attention was the way she arched her foot, the shiny 
black pump dangling enticingly from her stocking covered 
toes.

Slowly, the shoe swung back and forth, her toes wiggling, 
the smooth curve of her foot visible, then hidden by the 
shoe. Adam realized he was staring, and he forced himself 
to look back at his plate. But all too soon his eyes 
drifted back to the dangling shoe, his lunch forgotten.

“How was the sandwich, Tami?” The waitress asked, 
clearing away the woman’s plate.

The magazine lowered, a smile crossing her face. “Pretty 
good.” She answered, gathering her personal effects 
together, preparing to leave. “See you tomorrow.” The 
waitress answered.

The woman, Tami, turned on the chair, sliding off the 
seat and heading for the door. For the briefest of 
moments, Adam wondered if he should follow her, then 
thought better of it. He finished his lunch and left.

Running across the street, he ducked into the main 
entrance of an office building, fighting his way back to 
the bank of elevators. A small crowd was already 
gathered, waiting for the next available car. He sighed, 
falling in behind them.

The crowd surged forward as the doors open, everyone 
trying to squeeze in around the people exiting the car. 
Knowing he had to go to the 23rd floor, Adam forced his 
way back into the corner of the car, then turned to face 
the doors. That’s when he saw her.

The same woman from the restaurant, pushing through the 
crowded elevator, back towards his corner. She smiled 
politely, standing in front of him, turning back to the 
front of the car. More and more people pressed into the 
car, forcing everyone to shuffle closer together.

Adam tried not breath as the crowd pushed her back 
against him, her soft curves against his body, the smell 
of her perfume in his nose. His cock twitched, and 
despite his best efforts, he could feel himself growing 
hard. She turned, looking him in the eyes, smiling. 
“Sorry.” She said. “The crowd....”

He nodded. “No problem.”

Tami smiled, feeling his hard cock press into her hip. 
She squirmed a little more than she needed, then turned 
to face him. “Maybe we should introduce ourselves...”

“Adam.”

“Tami.” She smiled again, bending her knee slightly so 
her leg slid between his. She’d seen him in the 
restaurant, and she was flattered by his attention. With 
a whoosh, the elevator doors closed behind them. 
“Finally!” She said.

“Uh... yeah.” His cock continued to grow, pressing 
insistently against her thigh. Adam could feel the weight 
of her breasts against his chest through her open coat, 
and he resisted the temptation to reach up and cup them, 
to squeeze them. She would turn back around any moment. 
She would.... “What are you doing?” He asked.

Her hand had slid down his body, rubbing the hard bulge 
through his slacks. “Oh, Sorry.” She said, a hint of 
laughter in her voice. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” The elevator stopped on the first floor, a couple 
of people stepping off and someone else jumping on. He 
took a chance, letting his hand caress her breast. She 
didn’t object. “This could be a long trip to the top.” He 
said.

“I’m counting on it.” She answered. Her fingers caught 
the zipper on his slacks, tugging it down, then slipping 
through the material to touch his bare cock. He almost 
jumped out of his skin, not believing this was happening 
to him. “So, do you eat at the cafe often?” She asked 
pleasantly.

“Uh.. yeah.” Her fingers were rubbing the precum around 
the tip of his cock, making it hard for him to 
concentrate. “And you?”

“Oh, often enough.” Her eyes widened as he teased her 
nipples through her sweater, his other hand sliding down 
to rub her pussy through her pants. The thin knit let him 
feel the contours of her vagina easily. “And what floor 
are you heading for?” She asked, her voice neutral.

“The 23rd.” He took a deep breath, stifling a moan. 
“You?”

“The 24th.” She offered a smile to the man next to them, 
who suddenly seemed interested in their conversation. 
“Having a good day?” She asked him.

The man looked at them both, his eyes glancing down. “Not 
as good a day as you two seem to be having.” He 
responded, then looked forward. Adam and Tami giggled, 
turned on by the audience. If their neighbor continued to 
sneak peeks, they didn’t notice.

“That was the 19th. floor.” He said after a bit. They had 
been silent, their hands busy. “Maybe we should duck off 
on the 20th.”

She looked around at the thinned out crowd on the car. 
“Maybe.” She answered.

Putting themselves back together, they ducked off the 
elevator, laughing at the couple of odd looks they 
received. Watching how the people dispersed from the 
elevator, they stumbled down the hall way, until they 
came to an office with the door open. “In here.” She 
whispered, pulling him after her. Locking the door, she 
turned to face him. Let’s hope whoever belongs in this 
office has a long lunch today.”

He grabbed her, pushing her against the desk, hands in 
her waistband. Fumbling in her purse, she produced a 
condom, opening it as he helped her out of her pants. She 
was ready as he freed his erection, sliding the rubber 
over the swollen head, rolling it back down to the base 
of his cock.

With little ceremony, he plunged into her, his cock 
sliding easily between her well-lubricated pussy lips. 
She groaned happily, bringing her legs up to wrap around 
his waist. His hands slid up under Tami’s shirt, pushing 
it up over her breasts, manipulating the bra cups to 
reveal her hard nipples. Lowering his head, his mouth 
fastened around the prize he’d uncovered, sucking 
contentedly.

Arching her back, she came, raising her hand to her mouth 
to muffle her cries. With a moan to match hers, he shoved 
his cock as deep into her pulsating canal as he could, 
climaxing along with her.

Pulling out of her, Adam dropped to his knees and licked 
the sweet juice from her pussy, cleaning her with his 
tongue. She returned the favor, removing the used condom 
and dropping it into the trash, cleaning his semi-erect 
cock while he groaned happily.

Dressing quickly, the ducked out of the office, passing 
the proper occupant as the walked down the hall. “We got 
lost.” She said, answering the man’s quizzical look. Adam 
grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the elevator.

He stepped off on the 23rd floor, waving good bye as the 
door closed. Tomorrow, he would have lunch at the cafe 
again. Today hadn’t been such a bad day after all.

~
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~There are worse hobbies than windmill jousting~

~To every man his Dulcinea~

~Dulcinea5@aol.com~

~           ~



Passing Grade

It was over. Another school year in the bag. Daniel 
Andrews cleaned the chalkboard, erasing the cheerful 
scrawls left by his students. Though they still had to 
report to school Monday for a half day, it was mainly to 
collect their final report cards, so he’d treated today 
as the last day, just letting the kids party and have 
fun. The colored chalk he’d brought in was almost gone, 
their wild graffiti having used it all up.

He smiled at one of the student’s hastily composed poems, 
wishing the young man had shown such creativity on his 
homework. It had been obvious that talent existed, but 
between basketball and football, English had been the 
least important thing to him. Still, in this class, he’d 
at least shown a little interest, once remarking, “Mr. A, 
you’re an all right teacher.”

Daniel sighed, dropping the eraser and rubbing his hands 
together to try and get rid of the chalk dust that clung 
to his fingers. All that was left for him to do was to 
collect his papers and briefcase, and he could head home 
an relax.

“Excuse me, Mr. A?” A soft voice asked. Daniel repressed 
a groan, not wanting to deal with anymore students today. 
He was truly ready for this weekend, wanting to spend it 
simply relaxing at home with Laurie, his wife. And he 
wanted that weekend to start NOW! “If you have a moment,” 
the voice continued, “I’d like to talk to you about my 
grade on the final.”

A student from his senior class. “What can I help 
you..... with?” He blinked twice when he saw her. 
“Laurie?”

“I know you said you were meeting with students only 
until five, but I couldn’t make it here before now.” She 
bit her lip nervously. Her long hair was swept back into 
a pony tail, and she clutched a stack of text books. The 
beautiful curves he knew so well were hidden under a 
bulky school sweater, her long legs bare under the short 
cheerleader skirt she wore. “We had a special pre-tryouts 
for next years squad, and I had to be one of the judges.” 
She crossed the length of the room, dropping her books on 
one of the desks. “I hope you have a few minutes to 
spare.”

He just stared at her, completely shocked by her 
appearance. Five years his junior, she was young enough 
to have been a senior in one of his first classes, and 
he’d often wondered aloud how he would have reacted with 
her as his student. He imagined he would have had a 
difficult time delivering his lessons with her there, and 
he would have been a very naughty teacher. In fact, while 
he’d never really had the stereo-typical male 
teacher/female student fantasy, he had joked about 
keeping Laurie after school and fucking her right there 
on his desk. And now here she was.... “Mr. A? Are you 
okay?”

“Hmm? Yes, Laurie. I’m sorry. I was just thinking 
about... something.” He smiled, the image of her on his 
desk, her legs spread wide still scrolling through his 
mind. If she wanted to play this little game, he would. 
And when they got home..... “What was it about your paper 
you wanted to talk to me about.”

“Well....” She leaned on one of the desks, crossing her 
legs at the ankles. “You know how you said the final was 
one third of our over all grade?” He nodded, trying to 
keep his eyes from wandering down her long legs.. “You 
gave me a ‘D’... I mean, I know my paper wasn’t that 
good, but I figured I needed a ‘B’ to pass.... I know 
it’s kinda late, but is there any kind of extra credit I 
could do to bring the grade up?”

He grinned, seeing the classic set up here. “Well, 
Laurie, you really should have thought about your grade 
earlier. The last day of school is a little too late to 
try for extra credit.” He packed the last of his 
important papers into his briefcase, swinging it off the 
desk and placing it on the floor. “You’re a bright girl. 
One ‘C’ on your report card won’t be too damaging.”

“Yes it will!” She wailed. Jumping off the desk, she came 
to his side. “Oh Mr. A! You don’t understand. My GPA 
hinges on my getting a ‘B’ in this class. If I don’t get 
at least a 3.5, I don’t get into college!” She perched on 
the corner of his desk, crossing her legs, her short 
skirt riding higher on her thighs. “Please!”

He sighed, removing his glasses and rubbing his eyes. 
“Laurie, I’m sorry. His cock was throbbing; she was such 
a tease. He wanted to run his hand across her bare thigh. 
“If you would have talked to me last week, I could have 
helped you. I’m sorry.”

“Mr. A!” She slid across the desk, placing her legs on 
either side of his chair. He could see the crotch of her 
panties clearly, white cotton panties unlike her usual 
lacy ones. “I would do anything to get you to raise my 
grade.” She began loosening his tie, staring deep into 
his eyes. “Anything.”

“Laurie!” He cried, not pretending to be shocked. He’d 
expected her to tease him, sure, but she couldn’t 
seriously be planning to -Oh, no... she was sliding off 
the desk, falling to her knees, her hands massaging his 
hard cock right through his slacks. “Laurie, this has 
gone far enough!”

“Don’t you like me, Mr. A? Don’t you think I’m pretty?” 
She was unzipping his pants, freeing his erection. He 
gasped for breath as she ran her fingers up his shaft, 
spreading the precum across the swollen head. :If I give 
you a good blow job, can I have that ‘B’? It will be our 
secret...”

Her mouth slid down around his shaft, her tongue stroking 
his cock with unbearable slowness. He groaned, not 
wanting to enjoy this, but unable to prevent himself from 
doing so. What if another teacher came through the door? 
What about the security camera in the corner of the room? 
What if a real student popped in.... “OH!” He jumped as 
the head of his cock passed her throat, her face pressed 
against him. “Laurie, Baby, please.” He ran his fingers 
through her hair, wanting her to continue, knowing he had 
to make her stop. “If we’re caught....”

“Shhh....” She sat back, licking her lips. “I locked the 
door when I came in. Don’t worry.”

She engulfed his throbbing manhood again, expertly 
licking and sucking him into ecstacy. He felt the edge of 
her teeth, nibbling gently, and then he was pumping his 
seed into her mouth, tangling his fingers into her hair 
as he rode out the waves of one of the most intense 
orgasms he could remember.

Laurie looked up at him with an impish grin on her face, 
her eyes full of love. “So, Mr. A.” She said, licking a 
dribble of cum off her lips. “Do I get that ‘B’ or not.”

He paused, weighing his options. It was close to 6 PM. 
Most likely, only the janitorial staff was left, and they 
wouldn’t come in without knocking. No one would be 
watching the security cameras. “I’m sorry, Laurie... for 
that, I could possibly raise your grade to a ‘C’.” A very 
high ‘C’, he added privately. Wow!

“Mr. A!” She stood, stepping out of her panties, then 
laying back on the desk. “I see you’re still a little 
excited. Maybe we can still make up that extra grade.”

He grinned, enjoying the sight before him. The wetness on 
her pussy lips was clearly evident; she always got 
excited when she gave him a blow job. She was right about 
him being hard, too. He hadn’t really lost his erection. 
And right now, he wanted to bury his cock deep inside her 
wet pussy. “I don’t know, Laurie. The difference from a 
‘D’ to a ‘C’ is a lot shorter than from a ‘C’ to a ‘B’ 
you know.” He stood, unbuckling his belt and letting his 
pants fall to the floor. He slid the bulky sweater up, 
reveling her lacy bra. One of the front closures; he 
smiled at that, flicking it open to reveal her stiff 
nipples.

In one move, he slipped his cock into her waiting pussy, 
and buried his face between her breasts. “I can’t believe 
I’m fucking you here on my desk.” He whispered, biting at 
her nipples. “Thankfully, I’ll have a whole summer to get 
over it before I have to teach next year. I can’t imagine 
coming into class every day and picturing you here, like 
this....”

“I’ll have to remind you.” She whispered back, falling 
out of character. “Every morning, before work.”

“Oh yeah?” He picked up the speed, pumping in and out of 
her faster than before. He felt her body bucking beneath 
his, her moans echoing through the empty classroom. 
Later, tonight at home, he would make her scream with 
pleasure, but for now, that was enough. Collapsing on top 
of her, he came.

“You never told me if I got that ‘B’.” She said later, as 
they walked down the deserted hall.

“Oh, Laurie.” He wrapped his arm around her waist, 
hugging her as they walked. “You know you get an ‘A+’ in 
my book every day.”

“You’re sweet.” She said. Pulling away, she headed for 
the security desk, ignoring his questions. Returning to 
his side, she handed him a video tape. “Here. A present.”

Eyebrow raised, he took the tape, looking for some kind 
of marking to explain what it was. “I took advantage of 
the security camera in the room.” She explained.

“Laurie!”

She laughed, heading towards the front door. “Come on, 
Mr. A.” She said, holding the door open for him. “You’ve 
got a lot of homework ahead of you this weekend. Let’s 
get home and get started.”

Pickles

The phone rang as she unlocked the door. She knew it was 
him, even before she answered it. This was the time of 
night he always called. Grabbing the phone, she answered 
with a breathy “hello.”

“I love your voice when it’s like that.” He said, and she 
smiled, sinking into the soft chair by the phone. “Did I 
catch you at a bad time?” he asked. “You sound out of 
breath.”

“I just got home.” She answered, letting her shoes slip 
off her toes to crash to the floor. “Long day at work.”

“Oh. I can let you go, so you can relax, or whatever.” 
She heard the disappointment in his voice. “Don’t you 
dare hang up.” She cried. “Talking to you always makes me 
feel better.” He chuckled. “But, if it won’t bother you, 
I will munch my dinner while we talk.”

“Go right ahead.” He answered. His delightful voice 
trilled through the details of his day, and he added 
input to previous conversations they’d had while she ate 
her sandwich. She even described the little deli she 
frequented, and told him all about the wonderful dill 
pickles they had.

“Yech. I hate pickles.”

“You hate pickles?” She pulled the giant beauty out of 
the bag, smiling as the tangy aroma wafted to her. “I 
don’t know about you, dear. Pickles are a big part of my 
life. I adore them. What if you wanted to kiss me, but I 
had pickle juice on my lips?”

“You’d have to lick your lips to get it off.” She 
laughed, lifting the pickle to her mouth. Biting off the 
end with the stem, she was rewarded with a burst of salty 
juice. Slurping to keep it from running down her chin, 
she laughed again. “Geez, this is a juicy pickle.”

“You’re eating one now?”

“Oh, yes. It’s a big one. Two inches wide, about five 
inches long. I like to suck the juice out, then suck the 
seeds into my mouth before biting into it.” She slurped 
more of the juice away, prodding the soft seeds with her 
tongue. “Yummy.” She pronounced.

“Maybe I should call back later.”

“What’s wrong?” She didn’t like the tone in his voice. 
“You said you didn’t mind if I ate while we talked. I can 
save the pickle until later.”

“Oh, it’s not that. I don’t care if you eat while we 
talk. But the pickle.... “ He paused. “Listening to you 
eat the pickle is starting to affect me.”

“Affect you?”

He groaned. “Hearing you suck on the pickle is making me 
hard. Sucking the juice and the seeds, imagining that 
thick phallic symbol sliding between your lips.....” He 
sighed. “I should just call back later.”

She blushed, resting the pickle on the edge of the 
sandwich wrapper. “I’m sorry.” She stammered, trying not 
to laugh. “I never imagined...”

“I know you didn’t realize what affect you were having. 
And I shouldn’t have mentioned it. I’m sorry. Go ahead, 
eat your pickle. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I can save it for later.” She repeated. 
The blush had faded, her eyes twinkling. A mischievous 
smile appeared, and she lifted the pickle to her lips 
once again. “Of course, this is a really good pickle. So 
hard, and so fat. I love to suck on big thick pickles 
like this.” Wrapping her lips around the pickle, she 
sucked it into her mouth, moaning as it slid over her 
tongue. When at last she slid it out, it was well coated 
with her saliva. “MMMMM. Oh, no! Some of the juice is 
dribbling out. I should catch that with my tongue....”

She heard his breath catch on the other end of the phone. 
With a loud slurp, she sucked in the juice, then licked 
across the top of the pickle. “Sometimes I like to press 
my tongue flat on the pickle, and just run it around.” 
She demonstrated, knowing the sound translated across the 
phone. “Is there something wrong?” She asked innocently, 
in response to his soft moan.

“No. Nothing.” His breathing had changed, growing faster, 
almost becoming a heavy pant. “Go ahead. Eat your 
pickle.”

“I think I will.” She squirmed in the chair, getting more 
comfortable. Hearing him, knowing he was turned on by her 
little exhibition was making her excited. Her panties 
were getting damp. “I’ve also found that raking my teeth 
along the skin of the pickle offers an interesting 
texture and flavor. I suck as much of the pickle into my 
mouth as I can... so that it’s touching the back of my 
throat.... and then pull it out, raking my teeth across 
it.”

She was rewarded with a heavy groan. “You know, I can 
think of an even better pickle to suck on.” She said 
suggestively.

“You wanna suck on my pickle?” he asked.

“Oh yes!” She dropped the green pickle into the bag, then 
stood, letting her slacks fall to the store. Dropping 
back into the chair, she slipped a hand into her panties, 
her finger easily sliding between her soft lips. “I want 
to wrap my lips around the head of your cock, and suck 
like a baby sucks a bottle. I would lick up all the 
precum, tasting you....” She moaned, her finger rubbing 
across her swollen clit. “I’m getting all excited, 
thinking of you sitting there, all hot and bothered 
because of me.”

“Oh really!” He chuckled deep in his throat. “Well, I’m 
sure when you suck on my pickle, I could be tasting your 
honey.....”

“Sounds good to me!” They laughed together. “But you 
know, tasting your precum isn’t enough. I want to suck 
all the seeds out.” He groaned again, louder than before. 
“I want to wrap my lips around the head and start sucking 
my way down the length of your cock. Inch by Inch, you 
could watch it disappear into my mouth, and I would keep 
sucking until I had it all. The head would be at the back 
of my throat, and I would moan, making my throat vibrate 
around your cock....”

“Damn.” He panted. “You are really getting to me. I’m 
going to shoot all over....”

“Really? You’re going to shoot thick wads of cum into my 
waiting mouth? If I had your cock in my mouth right now, 
I would feel it twitch and grow, feel the head all 
swollen and hot. I would be caressing your balls, rolling 
them in my hand, while my tongue rubbed across the 
underside of your-“

With a loud cry, he erupted, moaning and calling her 
name. Her own orgasm began, tripped from listening to him 
cum. Closing her eyes, she imagined it was his tongue 
rolling across her clit, slipping into her pussy.

“I can’t believe you did that.” He whispered. “And you 
came with me!”

She smiled, blushing a bit. “Should I apologize?”

“NO!” He cried. “No. Don’t. I enjoyed it. More than you 
know.” He was silent a moment, catching his breath. “You 
are an incredible woman.” He whispered.

She laughed, closing her eyes as she imagined laying 
beside him while their bodies calmed down, enjoying the 
feeling of flesh against flesh. “Wait until you can see 
what I can do in person.....”

Subject:	DULCINEA: The Party (m/f, rom, cons) From: 
dulcinea97@aol.com Date: 1996/11/21 Message-Id: 
<19961121072600.CAA05138@ladder01.news.aol.com 
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Pillow Fight

The hotel her company had her staying in wasn’t the most 
expensive or the fanciest, but it was certainly very 
nice.

He drove down with her one weekend, carrying her bags 
into the room and dropping them on the floor when he 
entered the room. “This is palatial!” He exclaimed, 
eyeing the king size bed that dominated the room. “What a 
great bed!”

“What?” She stepped into the room, stopping short when 
she saw the room. “There must be a mistake. I’m supposed 
to have two double beds.....”

He flopped on the bed while she headed for the front desk 
to find out what was going on. In less than five minutes, 
she was back. “It’s no mistake.” She said, sinking down 
on the end of the bed. “This is the room my company 
reserved for me.” Grinning, she tickled his foot. “I 
guess we’ll just have to suffer.”

“I guess so.” He grinned back, crooking his finger for 
her to come over to him. “And what time do you have to be 
at work in the morning?”

“8:00.” She frowned. “Let’s head out and catch a bite to 
eat before it gets too late.”

He groaned playfully. “I can’t believe you’re hungry 
after that big lunch we had. Are you sure you don’t want 
to stay in tonight and take advantage of this wonderful 
bed?” He looked at her frown, then sighed. “Let me wash 
up, first. Then we can go. Okay?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip until he walked past 
her into the bathroom. Smiling, she jumped up, shedding 
her outer clothes until she had just her bra and half 
slip on. As long as the water was running, he would be 
busy, so she listened carefully for the water to stop 
while she gathered the sofa cushions and all the bed 
pillows, throwing them into the space between the bed and 
the wall.

Squealing as the bathroom door opened, she dove across 
the bed, rolling into the space to protect her horde of 
pillows. “Okay Honey,” He said, walking around the 
corner. He was bare chested, his dirty shirt in his hand. 
“Let me change shirts, then we can leave. Where do you 
want to-“

SPLAT! The first pillow silenced him, smashing into his 
face, catching him by surprise. She watched it plop to 
the floor, the startled look on his face so very 
adorable. The second pillow was flying across the room 
before he could recover, bouncing off his chest to land 
on the bed. “You imp!” He cried, his dark eyes taking in 
her scantily clad form, and the mischief in her face. 
“You’re in for it now!”

He grabbed the two pillows, one in each hand, and jumped 
up on the bed. She squealed, reaching behind her to grab 
the heavy couch pillow, swinging it wildly. “Oh no you 
don’t!” He exclaimed, dropping his pillows to grab the 
one she swung. He tried to pull it out of her grip, half 
dragging her across the bed before he succeeded. “So you 
want to have a pillow fight, eh?” He laughed evily.

She rolled out of the way, dropping back to protect the 
pillows. Past experience had taught her that was the only 
chance she had against him in a pillow fight; he would 
always wrest the pillows away from her, so she had to 
stockpile them first. Not that she kept them very long, 
but at least she could get a few good whacks in. The two 
toss pillows from the couch bounced off his chest, and he 
laughed even harder. “Are you done yet?” He asked.

“Never!” She jumped up on the bed, swinging a bed pillow. 
The King size bed gave them plenty of room to battle on, 
and the pillows flew rapidly. She caught him watching the 
way her breasts jiggled in her bra, and the way the short 
slip rode up on her thighs. Of course, she’d planned on 
her lack of clothes to be a distraction. “Give up?” She 
asked, pausing to gasp for air.

“I don’t think so.” He dropped the pillow and dove for 
her ankles, hoping to knock her down. “No you don’t!” she 
cried, jumping off the mattress to the floor.

He lay sprawled on his stomach, laughing too hard to 
move. Taking her chance, she jumped back on the bed, 
straddling his hips, her hands on his shoulders. 
“Pinned!” She exclaimed triumphantly. “I win.”

“Augh!” He struggled, trying to unseat her, but he 
couldn’t get the leverage on the mattress. “Nyah, nyah 
nyah!” she laughed, bopping his head with one of the 
small couch pillows. “Admit it. I won.”

“Never!” She laughed at his answer, leaning down and 
pressing her nipples into his back, nibbling on his 
earlobe. Her fingers ran through the short hair at the 
base of his neck, scratching and rubbing the way he 
liked. With little kisses, she traced her way from one 
ear to the next, sucking that earlobe between her teeth. 
“Are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” she asked 
sweetly.

He groaned, feeling himself grow hard under her 
ministrations. She squirmed, rubbing herself against him, 
her hard nipples still pressing into his back. “Okay! 
Yes, You win.” He tried to sound dejected. “Now will you 
let me up?”

Laughing, she rolled off of him, expecting him to turn 
his attention to love making. She was wrong. “Sucker!” He 
cried, throwing a pillow into her face. “You didn’t think 
I’d quit so easily, did you?”

“Oh, you beast!” She rolled away, reaching for a pillow. 
One hand grabbed her ankle, pulling her across the bed to 
him. “Hi there.” He smiled down at her, his hand running 
up the inside of her thigh. His other hand popped the 
front clasp of the bra, freeing her breasts. “Now just 
where do you get off teasing me like that?”

“If you don’t want me to tease you anymore, I won’t.” she 
replied haughtily, then drew a deep breath as his teeth 
caught one of her nipples. His fingers were working into 
her panties, stroking her shaved outer lips. “Don’t you 
dare stop.” He whispered around her nipple.

She laughed, hugging his face to her breast. His hardness 
pressed urgently against her thigh, and his fingers began 
exploring the moistness between her pussy lips. She 
gasped, feeling his tongue trace it’s way from one breast 
to another.

“I thought you were hungry.” He said, his finger dipping 
inside her. Her breathing had changed, almost becoming a 
pant as his thumb rolled around her hard clit. “Shouldn’t 
we be leaving for dinner?”

“We could order room service. Strawberries and whipped 
cream.” She answered. “I could make myself a banana 
split, so to speak.”

They both felt his cock throb at that. “I could make 
myself a nice sundae.” He replied, increasing the 
pressure on her clit. “Dip the strawberry deep inside of 
you, then suck it out...”

“Oh!” Her body responded to his stroking, her hips 
thrusting up on his hand. “My my my.” He smiled, feeling 
her body convulse and shudder beneath him. “That was 
fun.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She opened her eyes, the love and the lust for 
him clearly evident. He removed his hand, licking her 
juices from his fingers. “Now what should we do?” He 
asked.

She pushed him on his back and unzipped his pants, his 
cock leaping out at her. “Well, hello there!” She said, 
kissing the pre-cum covered head. “How nice to see you 
again.”

They laughed together as she worked his pants off, 
dropping them on the floor. “I think we’re going to have 
to make the bed before we go to sleep.” She said, looking 
at the mess they’d made of the covers. Shrugging, she 
stepped up on the bed, then dropped her panties and the 
slip. Straddling him again, she grasped his cock, guiding 
it to her pussy.

The first touch was electric, drawing a gasp from both of 
them when the head rubbed up against her naked lips, 
their love juices mixing as she rubbed against him. Then 
she lowered herself down, his cock sliding easily in her 
wetness.

Clutching his cock with her pussy muscles, she inched her 
way down him, making him gasp when at last their bodies 
met, his cock buried completely inside her. His hands 
rose to her breasts, his fingers rolling her nipples, 
pinching them, making her squirm delightfully on his 
cock.

Slowly, oh so slowly, she raised herself off him, until 
only the head was left inside her, then she slid down 
again, relishing in the fullness of her pussy. Up and 
down, up and down, working her hips and thighs, taking 
her pleasure from his hard cock. When she came, she came 
hard, calling his name as her pussy spasmed around him.

“That’s it, baby.” He whispered, stroking her clit while 
she squirmed on top of him. “Cum all over me.”

Before she’d completely recovered, he rolled, so she was 
under him, their body never losing contact. For the 
moment, he was content to lay on her, feeling her thighs 
around him, her hands on his back, and he kissed her, his 
tongue thrusting in and out of her mouth with great 
passion.

No words were spoken. He began to pump in and out of her, 
faster and faster, her hips rising to meet each stroke. 
Her moans and cries encouraged him, increasing his 
desire. “Don’t cum yet.” He whispered, knowing she was 
close. “Wait for me.”

She nodded, eyes closed, chewing her bottom lip to keep 
from screaming. One final thrust and then he buried 
himself inside of her, feeling her orgasm start as he 
poured his seed deep into her womb.

They lay together, still joined, enjoying the feel of the 
other in the afterglow of their lovemaking. As his cock 
shrank, he slid out of her, grabbing the edge of the 
bedspread and pulling it over them. “Do you realize we’re 
only on the middle of the bed?” he asked, looking around. 
“I think I love this king sized bed.”

“I love you.” she said, kissing the tip of his nose. With 
a grin, she reached for a pillow and pretended to swing 
at him, laughing as he ducked. Instead, she slid it under 
head. “Aren’t you going to grab a pillow?” She asked.

With a wicked grin, he nodded, then lowered his head to 
her breast, covering one nipple with his palm. “Grabbed 
me a pillow.” He laughed.

Soon, his breathing turned regular, and she realized he 
was asleep. Yawning herself, she reached out, grabbing 
another nearby pillow and pulling it close. After all, 
she might need it when she woke up.... who said the 
pillow fight was over?

Pregnant! #1

“I feel like a beached whale!” she moaned, struggling to 
get comfortable in the bed. The hard lump in her belly 
decided to jump around and play, anytime she lay back, 
interrupting her rest. “I look like a beached whale, 
too!”

“Nonsense.” The man reached over and draped his arm 
across the disgruntled woman, giving her a sleepy hug. 
“You’ve never been more beautiful.”

“Oh, bullshit.” She grabbed his pillow away from him, 
stuffing it under her belly as she rolled on her side. 
For a moment, that was comfortable. “If I’m so beautiful, 
how come you never look at me anymore?”

“Look at you?” He opened a sleepy eye, peering over at 
her. “I look at you all the time. You’re face is glowing, 
your hair is so luxurious, and your eyes, oh Honey, your 
eyes SHINE. And, of course, I love how pretty your 
breasts are. All big and swollen.” He waggled his 
eyebrows lasciviously. “I have never seen you any 
lovelier. Being pregnant is a wonderful thing.”

“Hmmph!” He knew right away he’d said something wrong.

“Then how come you’ve not touched me in a month?” she 
cried. “You don’t find me attractive anymore!”

“Oh yes I do!” He squirmed closer, nuzzling her neck. “I 
was just trying to be considerate. I didn’t think you 
wanted to be touched. I mean, you didn’t even want me to 
rub cocoa butter on your stomach anymore, so I 
thought....”

I didn’t want you to rub cocoa butter on my stomach, 
because the smell bothered me,” she answered. “I ALWAYS 
want you to touch me.”

Smiling, he rolled back the covers, revealing her swollen 
body. In one month, their child would be ready to leave, 
ready to join them in this world. He watched her stomach 
move as his son (He was just sure it was a son, though he 
wouldn’t love a daughter any less.) kicked and punched 
his confining home. None of her night clothes fit 
anymore, so she wore an old flannel shirt of his, 
buttoned down only three buttons, her belly too big for 
the shirt to close around it. He reached up to unbutton 
the shirt, kissing the quivering mound that was her 
stomach.

The shirt fell away, baring her beautiful breasts. Here 
again, her pregnancy had only improved on something 
already wonderful. The softness he loved so was now 
swollen heavy with milk, the nipples dark and extended, 
extra large. Long ago, he’d told her he would be the kind 
of husband who would want to share their child’s 
breakfast... and now he fastened his lips over one of the 
swollen buds, thrilling at how her body jumped at his 
touch. His cock was hard as a rock, throbbing, and the 
dribble of milk that came into his mouth only excited him 
more.

She was moaning now, her nipples hypersensitive, his 
sucking nearly sending her over the edge. But then, she 
had always had very sensitive nipples, and he had always 
loved playing with them like this.

1

His mouth trailed down her belly; his tongue pressed flat 
against her skin. He was rewarded with a punch from the 
baby; obviously upset that Dad was interrupting his play 
time. His tongue dipped into the deep well that was her 
navel, already smelling the delightful muskiness of her 
sex. He let his fingers wander ahead of him, finding her 
pussy already wet and warm, just waiting for him. Well, 
he’d waste no time.... Two fingers slid deep into her, 
slipping easily in her juices.

His tongue trailed down her belly, sliding down the slope 
to find her clit already hard and swollen. Tasting her 
was sheer heaven, having denied himself so long. And 
looking up, he could see her belly, looming over him. If 
he wasn’t careful, he’d find himself shooting his cum 
across the bed, and not where he wanted it to go.

“Oh, my little baby, you really where hot, weren’t you?” 
He teased, feeling her pussy clutch at his fingers as her 
body quivered through an orgasm. If she had been 
wonderful to watch before, seeing her orgasm with her 
belly so full was magnificent! The way her breasts shook, 
the nipples blood red. Her stomach so heavy she couldn’t 
arch her back, the baby disliking Mom’s sudden movement, 
shifting her stomach in the opposite direction. “You are 
beautiful. You should be pregnant all the time.”

“No way,” she managed, raising herself to her elbows. 
“YOU be pregnant. See how you like it.”

“I wish I could be,” he replied wistfully, rubbing his 
hands across her belly. Her foot rubbed against the 
underside of his cock, a wicked smile on her face. “You 
ever gonna get around to using this, Daddy?” she asked.

“Yes Ma’am.” He folded the blankets up, sliding them 
under her hips, raising her off the bed. Now he could 
kneel on the bed; sliding his cock into her waiting pussy 
without pressing down on her stomach. Which he did, 
watching the lust in her face as he entered her.

“This is the best,” he said, his cock buried deep inside 
her; his hands free to roam her stomach, her breasts. 
Each stroke made her gasp; her breasts heaving, the walls 
of her pussy trying to pull his cock deeper inside. 
Crying out her name, he sent a load of cum up to her 
womb, to his son or daughter.

What delightful torture, forcing himself to keep pumping 
in and out of her before he lost his erection. The 
feeling of her climaxing around his semi-erect cock 
almost sent him into unconsciousness.

Together they lay on the bed, spent. She smiled softly. 
“I guess that does prove you love me,” she murmured.

“Good.” He smiled back. Her belly lunged out at him. “And 
I love you too, sprout,” he said, rubbing the hard lump. 
Laughing, they drifted off into sleep.

Pregnant! #2

Mmmm... the bathtub called to me, inviting me to sink 
into the warm water and give my aching back a break. “One 
day, when I am rich and famous, I will design my own 
bathtub,” I muttered, wishing the tub to be twice as 
large as it actually was. Oh, to have the warm water 
completely cover me! To be able to get my legs and body 
in the water all at one time! To float, with no weight at 
all.

Well, Daryll couldn’t understand why I wanted to spend 
all my time in the tub. Being eight months pregnant, the 
tub was one of the few places I felt comfortable. 
Besides, being naked felt wonderful. My clothing always 
felt tight, and everything rubbed against my 
hypersensitive nipples. The constant abrasiveness of my 
clothing drove me crazy. Maybe I should walk around the 
house topless.

Laughing at the crazy thought, I picked up the soap, 
working up a good lather in my hands. Oh, how slick my 
hands felt, running across my swollen breasts, down the 
hard lump in my belly. As miserable as I felt, I also 
felt incredibly wonderful. What a paradox! Every nerve in 
my body seemed alive, and I was hornier than I’d ever 
been. My soapy hands reached the burning spot between my 
legs, and I sighed, rubbing my clit gently, stroking my 
desire.

The whole idea of being pregnant was exciting to me. 
Daryll liked to stroke my stomach, feeling the baby kick 
against his hand. He felt it erotic, our baby, growing 
inside me. When we made love, he fancied that made him 
closer to the baby, his sperm spreading into my womb 
where the baby was. I loved it when he stiffened against 
me, pouring his seed deep into my belly. It was yet 
another way he told me he loved me, and I welcomed him.

I felt it erotic, the baby growing inside me. That our 
love had led to this little life, this little person who 
was part of me and part of him, made me want to couple 
with Daryll again and again. I rubbed my clit harder, 
feeling the build up, knowing I would climax soon. But I 
didn’t want this empty climax. I wanted to feel Daryll 
inside me.

Rinsing off quickly, I let the water out, and managed to 
work my way out of the tub. Ordinarily, I would have put 
on something slinky and danced my way into his pants, but 
I wasn’t exactly made for slinky right now. I laughed, 
resting my hand on my belly. None of my lingerie would 
fit over this bump. My maternity clothes were NOT sexy.

I came upon an idea while drying my hair. Soon I was 
ready, feeling very glamorous and beautiful. And Horny! 
“Hey big boy!” I said, leaning in the doorway to the den. 
“Wanna get lucky?”

“Hello, Honey!” he said, jumping up. Excitement glittered 
in his eyes. Well, it wasn’t every day his very pregnant 
wife adopted a sexy pose in his doorway, completely nude. 
I reached a hand up to cup my breast, feeling very wanton 
and very sexy. The growing bulge in his pants made it 
obvious that my chosen outfit had the effect I wanted.

1

“Am I a lucky man or what?” he asked, pulling me into his 
arms. Our baby disliked such tight embraces, apparently 
doing its best to push Daddy away by kicking him, but 
that only strengthened my desire. Of course, Daryll’s 
hands squeezing my ass, had a lot to do with my 
increasing desire.

I steered him back to the couch, surprising him with this 
initiative. Not that I was inclined to be shy, but of 
late, I felt too tired to cook, much less seduce him. 
Given my great girth, I couldn’t fall gracefully onto the 
cushions. He had to help lower me down, which made us 
both laugh hysterically. “I guess my Mata Hari days are 
over,” I joked.

“Oh no!” He buried his face between my breasts, growling 
deep in his throat. I jerked as he began to rub my 
nipples between his fingers, waves of almost unbearable 
pleasure spiraling from his touch. Where the rubbing of 
the clothing was annoying, his manipulation only flamed 
my desire. When his mouth closed around my nipple, I 
almost fainted. My body responded, the first waves of an 
orgasm spreading through my body.

“Wow,” I said, when I could breathe again. I had heard 
that some women could orgasm from nursing. I never 
thought it would be me.

Daryll seemed awfully impressed, spreading my legs to 
check this out first hand. Forcing his face between my 
thighs, he began licking at my pussy, doing his puppy dog 
routine. Long licks, loud licks, the kind that made me 
squirm. His stubbly cheeks scraped the insides of my 
thighs, driving me even crazier.

“Oh, Daryll!”

He pulled my legs over his shoulder, driving his tongue 
up in my pussy as far as he could. The orgasm this time 
was stronger, longer lasting. I had to hold my stomach 
while I rode out each wave, the baby not liking to be 
disturbed by Mommy like this.

“Aren’t you ready yet?” I asked, moving my legs off his 
shoulder so he could stand. I left my legs spread wide; 
if I was going to be wanton, I may as well do a good job 
of it. “I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He dropped his pants, his erection sticking 
straight out. While I ordinarily didn’t get excited by 
the sight of a man’s penis, I did love to see Daryll’s 
erection, knowing that I was the cause of it. “Maybe you 
should lie on the coffee table,” he said, eying my big 
belly. “I think that will work better.”

I blushed, but I was used to having to make concessions 
to my stomach. Of course, laying down made the baby more 
active, but I didn’t care. Right now I needed to feel 
Daryll’s hard shaft inside me, and would do what I needed 
to do to get it. He helped me lie back on the table, 
kneeling at the end of the table between my legs. 
Planting a big kiss on my belly, he slid inside me.

2

I can never describe the delight I feel when my man 
enters me. The need, the itch, if you will, deep inside, 
is finally scratched, stroked, but as satisfying as it 
is, it makes you burn for more. Each stroke made me 
crazier; squirming with delight. Anywhere he touched, my 
skin burned; the pleasure and desire spiraling back to 
where our bodies joined. And when the climax comes, the 
satisfaction of having his hardness inside kills the 
itch, quenches the need. I feel my body clenching him, 
pulling him deep, milking his cock to complete the whole 
process.

Groaning, calling my name, he collapsed on me, resting 
his head on my belly. As though on cue, the baby pushed 
at his head, my stomach suddenly distorting before my 
eyes. “You are some kind of woman,” he whispered, 
ignoring the baby.

I smiled; my body finally relaxing. Twisting my hands 
into his hair, we lay together; enjoying the way our 
bodies felt against one another, the delight of flesh 
against flesh. The baby even seemed to quiet down; 
accepting finally that Mommy had a life, too. My back 
even felt good, laying against the hard table. Closing my 
eyes; I drifted off to sleep, feeling content.

Prelude to a Weekend

Going away. They were going away for the weekend.

Ah, but what to pack? She pulled out her tote bag, one 
ear still alert for the ringing of the phone. As soon as 
he finished a few things at work, they were going to a 
quaint little town on the lake, to a hotel room, alone. 
He was going to call her to let her know when.

Tucking the towel tightly around her, she perused her 
closet. Her hair was still damp from the bath, her skin 
still flushed from the warm water. What should she wear 
for the trip down? So many decisions!

Well, she’d need a dress for when they went out to eat. 
She knew exactly which one she’d take. A cute little 
black dress, low cut, with a slit up the back of the 
dress that bordered on indecent.

Ah, low cut was the wrong way to describe this dress. The 
front of the dress was open to the waist, overlapping 
material that, if she moved wrong (or right, as the case 
may be) would part to show the lacy, see through bra she 
wore underneath.

The bra itself was one he had yet to see. Sheer across 
the top of the cups, her nipples showed through clearly, 
which should drive him absolutely insane. She giggled as 
she packed the bra and dress into the bag. This was just 
the warm up!

But what lingerie should she take? There was still the 
see through baby doll he’d picked for her on Sweetest 
Day. He had yet to see her in that one, and the little 
sheer panties would go nicely with the with the bra under 
the black dress.

And the teddy with the removable bra cups. He really 
liked that one. An assortment of stockings, since 
fingernails and his teeth had been known to make the 
sheer nylon run so easily. She shuddered, remembering how 
he liked to nibble up the back of her long legs. Up one 
leg, stopping at her wet pussy to lick and suck and 
generally drive her crazy, then back down the other leg. 
Oh yes. Several pairs of stockings.

The phone rang. She threw herself across the bed to reach 
it, breathlessly answering hello. “Hello yourself, you 
sexy thing, you.” He said, chuckling. “I just wanted to 
let you know I am almost done. About another hour, or 
so.”

“An hour?” She glanced at the clock, marking the time in 
her head. “I should be done with my packing by then.”

“Packing?” His voice lowered a notch. “And just what 
might you be packing? Something sexy, I hope!”

“Oh you know. A suit of armor, a chastity belt. The 
usual.”

“Hey now! Don’t tease me like that. That’s cruel!” He 
groaned. “Well, as long as I get the key, you can wear 
the chastity belt.”

“How about if I told you I was packing sheer, slinky 
things, designed to torment you, and make your cock throb 
when you see me?”

“YES!” He cried. “Like it is right now! How am I going to 
finish all this work when I’m thinking of you dressed in 
sheer and slinky things?”

“Oooh. Sounds like a problem all right. I know!” She 
said, making her voice purr. “Just imagine me, on my 
knees, under the desk, sucking on you hard cock while you 
work.”

“Honey.....”

“My mouth, sliding up and down on the shaft, my tongue 
licking across the head, tasting the pre-cum.... Would 
you like that?” His groan was answer enough. “Well, I 
suppose I should let you get back to work. Try not to 
think about me sucking on your cock while you’re 
working.”

“You are evil, you know.” He laughed before he hung up. 
She dropped the phone back in its cradle, then rolled 
over on her back. She was so horny right now, and she 
didn’t need to touch her pussy to know it was already 
wet. Who knows? When they made it to the hotel room, she 
might rip his clothes off, instead of him attacking her!

He found her, asleep on the bed, her long legs sprawled 
apart, the towel having opened as she dozed. He started 
to wake her, then stopped himself, letting his eyes roam 
across her soft body, devour her curves. His cock was 
growing hard again, begging to be released from his now 
tight slacks.

Falling to his knees, he began to lick her clit, his 
fingers spreading her pussy lips wide. She squirmed, her 
eyes fluttering open. “Honey? You’re home... What?” She 
arched her back, pressing her wet cunt into his face. “Oh 
my!”

“I came home and found this nice surprise,” he began, 
unzipping his slacks and letting his straining cock free. 
“I can’t begin to tell you how delightful this is, seeing 
that you’re all prepared for our little get away this 
weekend.”

He pushed his cock into her waiting pussy an inch at a 
time, until he was completely inside her. He paused, his 
hands covering her breasts, rubbing in circles over the 
hard nipples. Her legs came up, wrapping around his 
waist. “I guess I fell asleep while I was waiting for 
you.” She whispered.

“I’m glad.” He began to slowly pump in and out of her, 
pulling his cock almost completely out of her pussy 
before pushing it back in. “Sort of a prelude to our 
weekend. I love it!”

She covered his hands with hers as they covered her 
breasts, pushing his palms down on her nipples. He began 
to pick up the speed as he fucked her, her back arching, 
her pussy quivering-

They came together, panting, sweating, collapsing on the 
bed with laughter. “Okay.” He said finally, sitting up, 
and pulling her up with him. “Time to get dressed. Let’s 
go.” His tongue flicked out and licked her nipple. “I 
can’t wait to get you alone in the hotel and continue our 
weekend!”

Puzzled?

Cold, foggy days made them both want to stay inside. 
Today was no exception, though they disagreed about how 
to spend the day. She perched at her computer, fingers 
tapping out the great American novel, and he opted to 
break out a 5000 piece jigsaw puzzle.

“Come on!” He urged, watching her from his spot in the 
dining room. “You know you want to help me. Take a 
break.... come help me!”

“Hmph!” She tried to look stern, but failed, making him 
laugh. “You nag me all the time about my writing, and now 
that I am writing, you want me to stop?”

“Nag? Me?” He paused, looking for a piece with a window 
frame and a red flower. He found it, fitting it into 
place. “ I do want you to write. I want to see you finish 
this book of yours. But I think you should take a break.”

“Maybe later.”

“Hon-eeee.” He jumped up and moved to stand behind her, 
his fingers massaging her shoulders. He felt her tense up 
at his touch, then relax, Sliding his hands under her 
hair, he eased the kinks from her neck, not even noticing 
when her fingers fell from the keyboard as she relaxed 
under his ministrations. “I just thought it would be fun 
to work the jigsaw together.”

She sighed, though he knew it was just for show. “I 
thought you wanted to be married to the most successful 
and talented writer in the world.” She teased.

“Nope.” He bent over, kissing her at the base of her 
neck, just where he knew it would drive her crazy. “Nope. 
Just you.”

“Oh!” She jumped out of her chair, playfully swatting 
him. He laughed, moving safely away. “Come on, baby. 
Let’s puzzle this out together.”

She groaned, but followed him to the table, moving to the 
opposite side of the puzzle from him. He found it a bit 
disconcerting that she could work the puzzle upside down, 
but having her on the other side of the table had .... 
other rewards. He smiled as she leaned across the table 
to grab the box that showed the what the puzzle was 
supposed to look like, his eyes feasting on the swell of 
her breasts that appeared through the scoop neckline of 
her shirt.

“What are you grinning about?” She asked suspiciously. He 
only shook his head, searching the puzzle pieces to avoid 
laughing. They worked in silence, snapping the pieces in, 
watching the picture slowly fill out. “I can’t find this 
piece.” He said.

She looked where he pointed. It was a reflection of the 
cabin in the water, murky browns, and he had a large 
selection of almost-fitting pieces at his elbow. “I can 
find it.” She announced with complete confidence.

“Hah!” He doubled his efforts, forgetting to sneak the 
little peaks down her shirt. Their hands collided several 
times as they tried to fit pieces into place, anything 
that might possibly belong there. “It’s not here!” He 
announced.

“Oh, yes it is.” She smirked, the piece she was trying 
almost fitting. “And I will find it before you do.”

“No you won’t.”

“Wanna bet?” He nodded. “Loser does the dishes.”

“Nah... Loser has to do a strip tease for the winner.”

She stuck her tongue out. “An invitation, eh?” He said, 
making his voice deep and husky. “I’ll let you use that 
tongue... after we finish the puzzle.”

If he expected a comeback, he wasn’t disappointed. With a 
slow grin, she pulled the shirt over her head, dropping 
it on the floor. Her nipples showed clearly through the 
blue lace on her bra, her skin white against the dark 
material. “You are not playing fair.” He said.

“Why, whatever do you mean?” She raised an eyebrow at 
him, leaning down on the table to peruse the pieces, 
knowing he would watch how her breasts jiggled as she 
moved. “I thought you would like me to take my shirt off. 
It’s easier than trying to peer down my shirt every time 
I move.”

“But not as much fun.” He pouted. He stood, stretching. 
“Do you want anything to drink? I’m heading to the 
kitchen.”

“No thanks.” She popped another piece into place, one 
she’d noticed while looking for the missing piece. “But 
I’ll find the piece while you’re gone.”

“I don’t think so.” He whispered, coming around behind 
her. He wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts 
in his hands. “You’re making it hard for me to work on 
the puzzle.” She whispered.

“Like you made it hard for me.” He whispered in her ear, 
emphasizing the word hard. And she could feel his 
hardness, pressing into her hip, so she squirmed back 
against him, making him groan with pleasure. “I love it 
when you tease me like this.” He nipped at her ear, 
sucking on the earlobe while he continued to massage her 
breasts. “But then, you know that, don’t you?”

“Me?” She asked innocently. His finger had slipped into 
her bra, teasing the nipple to a stiff peak, making it 
quite difficult to think. “You think I deliberately try 
and make you hard? Surely you must be mistaken!”

He growled deep in his throat, his free hand moving down 
her stomach, sliding into her jogging pants. “Lacy 
panties.” He observed, pushing them out of his way to 
stroke her shaved pussy lips. He used just enough 
pressure to stimulate her clit, feeling her juices start 
to flow. Letting his finger slip between the soft lips, 
he stroked the length of her pussy, listening to her 
breathing change, feeling her body start to shake as he 
teased her clit to erection.

Lowering her head to the table, she surrendered her body 
to his talented hands, caught between the intense 
pleasure in her pussy and the sweet manipulation of her 
nipple. He was vicious, teasing her, bringing her right 
to the brink of orgasm, then backing off, leaving her 
panting from need and desire. “Please, Sweetie.... 
please....”

“Mmmm.... begging. I like that.” He licked the back of 
her neck, laughing as she shivered. “How about telling me 
how much you want my cock inside of you?”

“Please!” She banged her forehead on the table, her hair 
flying wildly. “Please let me cum. Don’t torture me this 
way!” She pleaded. “Please!”

“Now... is that what I told you to say?”

“Augh!” She pressed her hips back, trying to rub against 
his hand. “Please! I want you to fuck me.... okay? I want 
to feel you deep inside me. - OH!” Her body convulsed as 
her orgasm started, her legs buckling so she fell against 
the table. Her smell and her motions made his cock throb. 
Letting her ride out the orgasm, he sipped her pants off, 
kicking them out of the way.

She still leaned on the table, panting heavily. He ran 
his hands around her smooth ass, wanting to plunge his 
hard cock into her now. “Have I ever mentioned how much I 
love you?” He asked, pulling her into his arms. Kissing 
her hair, her shoulders, he gently turned her around so 
she faced him, laying her back on the table. “I want to 
make love to you.” He whispered, kissing her collar bone. 
“I want to see the lust on your face while my cock slides 
in and out of you. I want to see the desire in your eyes 
when you look at me.”

He rubbed the head of his cock in her wet slit, seeing 
her jump when it touched her throbbing clit. “You’re 
messing up the puzzle, you know.” She scolded. But her 
eyes were bright, the look on her face saying all he 
wanted and more. Easing his weight forward, he slipped 
inside of her, feeling her slickness surround his cock, 
drawing him in. He sighed, leaning down to lock his lips 
on hers, penetrating her body again, this time with his 
tongue.

Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around him, raising 
her hips for deeper penetration. Flexing the muscles on 
her pussy so they clamped around his cock, she laughed as 
he groaned. “Maybe I should make you beg more often.” She 
whispered.

“You wouldn’t do that.”

She smiled. “Try me.” Her eyes sparkled mysteriously. She 
reached out and tugged at his nose, making him laugh with 
her. He began to move slowly, listening to the sounds 
their bodies made together, listening to her breathing, 
watching their passion play across her features. She 
loved the way he looked down at her, the way his eyes 
sparkled, and all the little noises he made. “You have to 
wait for me.” He told her, pausing again to kiss her. 
“Don’t cum without me.”

“Beast.” She bit her bottom lip, trying to conquer her 
body’s reactions. She hated it when he did this.... as 
much as he enjoyed it. “I can’t wait... I can’t.”

She couldn’t, he knew that. Her cry as she climaxed sent 
him over the edge, and he collapsed on her. “Hey!” He 
said, when he could breath normally again. “You’re 
messing up the puzzle!” He pulled away from her, Helping 
her sit up. “Look at that... you have puzzle pieces all 
over your back.”

“Puzzle pieces all over your back.” She mocked. He 
brushed them away, making sure to hit all her ticklish 
spots as he did. “Hey!” He cried, grabbing one piece from 
the pile on the table. He leaned across the table, 
plugging it into the exact spot they’d been searching and 
searching to fill. “You owe me a strip tease.”

“Well, you’ll be waiting a long time for that, buddy.” 
She retrieved her clothes, heading for the hallway. “I’m 
going to take a long, hot shower, and spend the rest of 
the day in bed, reading. You can get your own dinner.”

He crowed, starting to flip the upset pieces face up. 
“I’ll finish the puzzle, and then you’ll owe me a second 
strip tease. So haha.”

She paused a moment, then dropped her clothes on the 
floor and came back to his side. Pressing her body 
against him, she ran her hand down his chest, his 
stomach, until she wrapped her fingers around his cock 
lovingly. “I said, I’m taking a long, hot shower, then 
spending the afternoon on bed.” Her breasts fell heavy on 
his arm, and she kissed his jaw, sliding her lips around 
to kiss his. “Are you sure you really want to stay out 
here and work on the puzzle?”

His cock was growing hard in her hand.... and the feel of 
her skin on his was more than enough to make him forget 
the puzzle. “A shower sounds great. Shall we go?”

Smiling, she turned and led the way to the bathroom. A 
long, hot shower, especially the type she had in mind, 
would make him want to take a long nap. And while he was 
sleeping, she would sneak down and finish the puzzle.

And then we’d see who had to do a strip tease.....



Shaving Cream

Warm, wet bodies pressed against each other, lips locked 
in a passionate kiss. Soapy hands slid across bare skin, 
touching, exploring, making them laugh as they enjoyed 
each other.

All too soon the water turned cold, and they ducked out 
of the shower, shivering. “We’ve still got an hour or two 
before we have to leave.” He whispered. “Shall we adjourn 
to the bedroom?”

“Mmmm....” She shook her head, wrapping a towel around 
her wet body. “I need to shave my legs before we leave.”

“No you don’t. Wear slacks.” He tugged at the hem of the 
towel. “I’ve got a better use for those legs of 
yours....”

“Wrapped around your waist, I’ll bet.” She smiled, 
pushing him towards the door. “No, no, no. Out!”

“Hoooonnnnneeeeey!” He whined. “Maybe I could help you 
shave your legs.”

She stopped, looking at him quizzically. “Do you really 
want to?”

“Well... yeah.” He grinned. “Rubbing shaving cream all 
over your legs, helping you take it off..... I think it 
would be fun.”

It was settled. He helped her up on the counter, running 
warm water into the sink. She giggled as he shook the can 
of shaving cream, squealing as he began to cover to her 
right leg with the white foam. “That’s too much!” She 
cried as he covered her skin with huge blobs of shaving 
cream.

“Nah... It’s just right.” The can clattered on the 
counter, his fingers tracing a pattern through one of the 
blobs on her leg. Lifting her leg, he balanced her foot 
on his chest, and then ran his hands through the shaving 
cream, smearing a thick coat across her skin. He could 
feel the tightness of the muscles in her leg, and he 
couldn’t help but stare at the delightful view he had 
between her parted legs. “Uhm, I think you could start 
the actual shaving process now.” She laughed.

“Hush, woman.” He growled, squeezing her thigh between 
his hands. “This is an art. I have to get the proper 
balance here, before I begin shaving. Do you think I’m 
some rank amateur at this?”

His fingers continued up her thigh, smearing the shaving 
cream across her pussy lips. “Do I get to shave here, 
too?”

“No.” She paused. “Maybe. Let’s see how well you handle 
the leg, first.”

He grinned, taking the razor off the counter. Starting at 
the top of her thigh, he dragged the blade down to her 
knee, watching as the path of skin appeared under the 
frothy white. He felt his cock twitch, and he rinsed the 
razor in the sink.

Pass after pass revealed more of her leg, her cock 
growing harder with each stroke. “I see you’re really 
enjoying this.” She said, rubbing the toes of her left 
foot across his hard cock. “Be careful when you shave 
around the knee and ankle area.” She warned him, ignoring 
his groans as she teased his erection. “And the shin 
bone. Very easy areas to get kicked.”

“Yes ma’am.” He saluted, then returned to his task. 
Finishing the first leg, he moved to the second, again 
taking his time to massage the shaving cream into the 
skin, before he began to shave her leg.

“Done!” He announced, rinsing the razor for the last 
time. “Unless I get to shave your sweet pussy, too.”

She paused once again, then nodded. Leaning back on the 
counter, she spread her legs wider, trying not to jump as 
he spread the thick foam on her sensitive skin. “My, my.” 
He said, a finger sliding between the lips. “Looks like 
I’m not the only one who’s a bit excited.” He smeared the 
wetness he found there outward, mixing it with the 
shaving cream. With great care, he brought the razor 
down, cleaning the skin. “So soft.” He whispered, his 
fingers stroking the bare skin.

She shivered at his touch, arching her back as he 
continued to stroke her. “Please.” She whispered. “Make 
love to me.”

His answer was to pull her to the edge of the counter, 
opening the towel. His mouth latched on to her nipple, 
flicking the hard nub with his tongue. Her legs wrapped 
around his waist, his hardness trapped between their 
bodies. Her breathing changed, becoming faster. With a 
groan, he slipped his cock inside her, plunging deep into 
her soft wetness.

She let out a groan, squeezing her legs around him to 
draw him in deeper. For a moment, he didn’t move, and she 
enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock filling her up. “You 
made me so hot when you were massaging my legs.” She told 
him, as he slowly began to pump in and out of her. “You 
make me feel so good.”

“Good.” He kissed her collar bone, her neck, her 
shoulders, trailing his tongue across her skin. His hands 
cupped her breasts, thumbs rubbing her nipples. Feeling 
her muscles tense, he pulled her tight against him, 
holding her as she began to climax. Thrusting deep, he 
let her clutching pussy muscles milk his cock, his cum 
spurting deep into her belly.

“So ma’am.” He said after a moment. “Do I qualify for the 
position as official putter-oner of shaving cream?”

“Yes, indeed.” She kissed him on the nose. “But the job 
isn’t done yet.”

“No?”

She shook her head. “After I shave my legs, I have to 
apply lotion. And it seems to me that since you did such 
a good job of applying the shaving cream, you should be 
able to handle lotion. Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”

He grinned, helping her off the counter. “I think I’m in 
heaven.”

Sick in Bed

He’d come home from work Friday with the sniffles; now he 
was truly sick.

She fretted and fussed over him, fluffing his pillows, 
feeding him chicken soup. His fever alarmed her, and she 
wasted to take him to the doctors, but he wouldn’t hear 
of it. “Maybe you should sleep on the couch.” He said 
that evening, pausing to sneeze. “So you don’t get sick.”

“Nonsense!” She climbed into bed beside him, arranging 
her pillows. “I’m sure I’m already exposed to whatever 
germs you have, so don’t worry about me. Now you get some 
sleep.”

He lay back, tossing and turning as he tried to get 
comfortable. “Come here, sweetie.” She said, shifting 
closer to him. Guiding his head to her breast, she made 
him comfortable, and at last he found peace against her. 
Wrapping her arms around him, she stroked his forehead 
until he was deep asleep.

His fever broke around four a.m. He awoke, his head 
beginning to clear, feeling so much better. He could feel 
the softness of her breast beneath his head, the warmth 
of her body against him. Pulling her closer to him, he 
closed his eyes and went back to sleep.

When next he awoke, he knew he’d beaten the cold. In 
fact, he felt so much better that he took a moment to 
appreciate his sleeping arrangements. Moving his hand up 
along her side, he cupped her breast through the thin 
cotton fabric of her nightgown. By shifting his body 
slightly, he brought his mouth down around the nipple, 
feeling it grow hard as soon as he began to suck on it.

Letting his hand slide back down her soft body, he moved 
under the blanket, finding the hem of her nightgown and 
raising it to her belly. His palm covered her pussy 
completely, and he held it possessively for a moment, 
then parted the soft lips, slipping a finger between 
them. Rubbing against her clit softly, he continued to 
suck on her breast, waiting for her to awaken.

Awaken she did, with a soft moan, her hand rising to hold 
his head against her breast. Her pussy grew wet under his 
attention, and he began to slowly move his finger in and 
out of her. “You must be uncomfortable, having me 
sleeping on you like that.” He said at last, rolling over 
on his back. “Now. maybe, you’d like to lay on me?”

She didn’t miss the grin in his voice, and, rubbing her 
hand against his cock, the excitement she heard there, 
either. Rolling over, she straddled him, his hands on her 
hips, guiding her down on his hard cock. Gasping with 
pleasure, she began rocking her hips, hands on his broad 
chest to steady herself. He reached up and cupped her 
breasts, laughing at the wet fabric on the one side, 
pinching and teasing the nipples.

Shaking and shuddering, she entered her orgasm, and the 
sensations of her pussy spasming around his cock brought 
him to his orgasm as well. “I see you’re feeling better.” 
She observed, then began sneezing.

“Tsk, Tsk.” He muttered, his hand feeling the fever in 
her forehead. “I see you’ve taken ill. Guess you’ll have 
to stay in bed all day.” He grinned, his hands stroking 
the curve of her ass. “Guess I’ll have to stay in bed 
with you and keep you company.”

That was just what they did, too.

Snowed In

“Uh, Sweetie... I don’t think we’re going out today.” He 
said, peering out the bedroom window. He motioned for her 
to join him. The view of the back yard was obscured by 
falling snowflakes, the world outside their warm little 
house a stark, glittering world of snow. “That’s at least 
six inches over night.”

“Six inches?” She pulled herself out of bed, covering her 
beautiful body with the bed sheet. Shuffling across the 
floor, she pressed up against him, warmth against the 
cold view outside. “The weather report said chance of 
snow. Not blizzard!”

He Dropped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her 
closer. “I think we’re snowed in.”

They stood for a moment, looking at the serene winter 
scene, then let the blind fall back into place. “Well.... 
Pook!” She said, disappointment showing clearly. “Now 
what are we going to do today?”

He grinned, his hand slipping under the sheet to caress 
her left breast. “I can think of a few things.” He said, 
laughing.

“Oh, stop it!” She pushed his hand away, squirming away 
from him. “Is that all you think about?” The grin on his 
face was all the answer she needed. “I just really wanted 
to get some things done today.”

“I know.” He pulled her back into his arms, kissing her 
forehead. “Let’s get some breakfast and then we’ll see 
how the weather is for the rest of the day.” Releasing 
her, he headed for the bathroom. “Maybe we’ll just have a 
late start. Okay?”

She nodded. Dropping the sheet, she slipped into her robe 
and headed to the kitchen to start the coffee.

He came back in from shoveling snow, his cheeks red from 
the cold. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help? “ She 
asked, handing him a cup of cocoa. He nodded. The 
unmistakable odor of baking bread filled the house, his 
mouth watering. “I’m almost done. And I’d hate to see you 
freeze off that beautiful ass of yours.” He gave her a 
playful swat.

“Well, you’re my hero!” She kissed his cheek, giving him 
a big hug. She felt the cold nylon of his coat through 
her flannel shirt, and she shivered. “I hate the cold!’ 
She complained.

“But I love the effect it has on you.” He stared at the 
rising peaks that began to show through the flannel. 
“Your nipples are getting hard.”

“Yeah, well...” She shrugged. Before she could stop him, 
he snaked his left hand up inside her shirt, his frozen 
fingers tweaking her bare nipple. “Oh!” She cried, 
pulling away. “You cretin!” He laughed, ducking back 
outside. “Love you!” He shouted.

He never saw the snow ball until it smashed into the wall 
just over his head. “Ooopsie!” She said, standing on the 
porch, rolling a second snowball in her bare hands. She 
stepped forward, laughing. “Guess I should have aimed a 
little better.”

“Why you....” PHLUMPH! A second snow ball splattered 
against his chest, her laughter echoing in his ears. 
“That’s it!” He cried, flinging the shovel aside. “You’re 
in trouble now!”

She squealed, turning around and running for the door. He 
was faster, cutting off her escape route. She saw the 
snow ball he was shaping, his large hands creating a snow 
ball almost twice the size of hers. “No... You 
wouldn’t....”

SPLAT! Snow splattered into her face as the missile 
crashed against her shoulder. The war was on! Snowballs 
flew rapid fire between them, their laughter echoing 
across the deserted street. The yard became criss-crossed 
with their tracks, as they ducked and dodged, trying to 
avoid the flying snow balls.

“Enough is enough!” He practically tackled her, pushing 
her down in the soft snow. She screamed as he dumped a 
handful of snow down the front of her shirt. “See you 
inside!” He cried, jumping up and heading for the house.

He had already wiggled out of the outdoor clothes when 
she came in, covered with snow. The look she gave him was 
not one of deep love and affection, and he stifled a 
laugh. “Can I help you out of those wet things?” He asked 
politely.

Her boots flew off her feet, crashing into the corner. 
Her hair was filled with snow, her back and shoulders 
covered with the clinging white stuff. “Come here. Let me 
help you.” He began brushing the snow off her back, 
feeling her shiver periodically. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. 
I shouldn’t have knocked you in the snow. Forgive me?”

“No!”

“Honey!” He whined. Taking her hand, he led her to the 
bathroom, running the tub full of warm water as he helped 
her undress. Her wet clothing he dropped in a pile on the 
floor, enjoying the sight of her naked skin as she sank 
under the warm water. Ignoring his growing erection, he 
began to bathe her, scrubbing her back and shoulders, her 
long legs. He couldn’t resist caressing her breasts with 
his soapy hands, her hard nipples pressing into his 
palms.

“Mmmmm....” She slid into the water, enjoying his touch. 
Encouraged, his hands slid down, under the water, sliding 
between her thighs to find her little love button. She 
moaned, her legs opening wider, her eyes closing. “That 
feels so good....”

Two fingers probed inside her, his thumb massaging her 
clit while he began to piston in and out of her. She 
began squirming in the water, putty in his hands. 
Gasping, she came, her pussy clamping down around his 
fingers. His cock was throbbing, needing the feel of 
those silky walls around it, wanting to feel her hot, 
pulsing pussy surround him.

The bath finished, he dried her with a soft towel, 
massaging her body from head to toe. Kneeling in front of 
her to dry her legs, he was overcome by the smell of her 
sex. Spreading her lips, he sucked on her hard clit, 
licking all her love juice hungrily. His cock begged to 
be released, and he could stand it no longer. “I have to 
have you now.” He told her. “I need you so badly.”

He couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom. Unzipping his 
pants, his cock leapt out, the head red and swollen, wet 
with precum. Standing behind her, they faced the bathroom 
mirror, and he watched her face as he caressed her 
breasts, the sides of her body, his hands sliding to her 
waist. She bent over the counter, and he wasted no time, 
his hardness slipping easily into her wet pussy.

One arm wrapped around her waist, holding her against 
him, his free hand stroking her clit as he banged her 
furiously. This was wild sex, hard and fast, and she was 
gasping with each thrust, crying out as her body was 
slammed with wave after wave of pleasure. Like his 
fingers had been, his cock was now surrounded by her 
pulsating pussy, and he pumped his seed deep inside her, 
holding her close as they both calmed down.

Covering her shoulders with kisses, he released her, 
watching her body shiver with little after shocks from 
her orgasm. “I love you so much.” He whispered.

She turned and kissed him, her tongue darting inside his 
mouth. “And I love you, you big jerk.” Her hand reached 
around him, pinching his bare ass. “I still owe you for 
the dunk in the snow.” She told him.

He returned the pinch, smiling down at her. “And just 
what are you going to do to me?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” She smiled wickedly, making it apparent 
that she knew exactly what she would do. “But for now, I 
suggest we spend the rest of the day in bed.”

He grinned, following her to the bedroom. “I love being 
snowed in.”

Snowed In: Day 2

He waited for the weather, smiling as the forecast called 
for an end to the snowstorm before morning. Yesterday had 
been fun, but so very exhausting! He grinned. There was 
just so much to get done. He had things to do, people to 
see, places to go.....

“We should be back in business tomorrow. The weatherman 
says the storm ends tonight.” He said, sneaking up behind 
her as she washed the dishes. His arms snaked around her 
waist, hugging her. “Soup smells wonderful. Do you want 
me to help with anything?”

“An end to the snow? Thank goodness!” She leaned back 
against him a moment, resting in his grip. “I hate being 
cooped up like this!” Thinking for a moment, she pointed 
at a stack of towels on the dryer. “Put those away for 
me?”

“Sure.” He released her, pinching her ass and making her 
yelp. Laughing, he headed down the hallway with the 
laundry.

She met him in the hallway as he was coming back. 
Silently, she pushed him back against the wall, falling 
to her knees before him. “Honey?” He asked, startled. Her 
hands fumbled with the zipper on his pants, pulling his 
flaccid cock out. He could feel the blood starting to 
flow, and he groaned as her warm mouth closed over the 
head, sucking gently. “Surprise!” She said, her mouth 
full.

She was rewarded with a trickle of precum as the his cock 
swelled, filling her mouth. Bringing her right hand up, 
she caressed his balls, rolling them in the palm of her 
hand. Her tongue massaged the sensitive underside of his 
cock, stroking the velvet skin, listening to his happy 
groans.

Teasing him, she drew her mouth off his cock, licking her 
lips to moisten them. She watched as more pre cum 
dribbled out, and she caught it with her tongue, eagerly 
tasting him, sucking the swollen red knob clean. As 
always, her own juices began to flow, her excitement 
building with his. Stifling a moan of her own, she 
fastened her lips around him once again, nibbling her way 
down his cock, and back up again.

His fingers twisted into her hair, and he began to shake 
and shudder as he approached his orgasm. Pulling away 
from him a moment, she kissed the tip of his cock, then 
quickly popped a sliver of ice in her mouth.

She had promised him she would get even for yesterday, 
for when he’d dunked her in the snow. Rolling the piece 
of ice around her mouth, she let it melt against her 
tongue, then slid her lips down the length of his shaft 
quickly.

“Augh!” He jerked, the cold iciness of her mouth a shock 
to the sensitive nerve endings. He could feel her 
laughter around the head of his cock, her throat 
vibrating deliciously around his hardness. Before he knew 
it, he was pumping his seed down her throat, feeling her 
swallow quickly.

“That was so mean!” He said, when he could talk again. 
She still knelt before him, laughter in her eyes. “You’re 
wonderful.” He said.

“Thank you.” She accepted his hand to rise to her feet. 
“I’ve worked very hard to become so - Hey!” She cried, as 
he pushed her up against the opposite wall, his hands 
unbuttoning her shirt, freeing her breasts. He cupped his 
hands around them, rubbing his thumbs around the nipples 
to stiff peaks.

Lowering his mouth, he licked the swell of her breasts, 
sliding it down between them. Covering every inch of the 
soft skin with his tongue, he nibbled and sucked, hearing 
her breathing change, listening as she began to whimper. 
Pressing his tongue flat, he teased her nipples, letting 
his hands slide down her body, under the waistband of her 
jogging pants, past her panties...

BBZZZZTTTTT! The buzzer sounded in the kitchen. “Oh no.” 
She moaned, pushing away from the wall. “That’s the cake. 
I’ve got to go get it out of the oven”

He let her go, following after he adjusted his clothing. 
She was just taking the cake out of the oven, resting it 
on the stove burners. He caught a glimpse of her hard 
nipple through the open shirt, still excited from his 
manipulations. Grabbing her around the waist again, he 
helped her up on the counter. “I think we can get rid of 
these.” He told her, pulling the sweat pants off.

He could smell her unique odor as he lowered his mouth to 
her pussy, his tongue sliding around the crotch of her 
panties to plunge into her sweetness. He quickly found 
her hard clit, flicking his tongue across the swollen 
button, feeling her thigh muscles tighten as though she 
wanted to clamp them around him.

Two fingers worked their way into her pussy, twisting 
around and around, making her squirm. She thrust her hips 
up to meet his probing fingers, and she began her to cum.

Removing his hand, he replaced it with his semi-erect 
cock, her muscles drawing him deeper inside her. She felt 
so good, so soft around his hardness, he groaned. Her 
moans matched his, and she brought her thighs around his 
waist.

They made love on the kitchen counter, first slow, then 
fast, then slow. Since he had so recently cum, he was 
able to remain hard longer, bringing her to an orgasm, 
then another. “Oh please!” She moaned, her body preparing 
for another burst of pleasure. “Please!”

“Please what?” He asked, grinning down at her. Her answer 
was a sharp cry, her back arching off the counter. 
Cupping his hands over her breasts, he thrust one last 
time into her burning pussy, filling her belly with his 
cum.

He touched her face, stroking her cheek, hesitant to 
break the physical contact between them. Bending down, 
they kissed, a long, passionate joining. “You are 
wonderful.” She told him.

“Thank you. I’ve worked hard to become so.” He smiled, 
pushing the sweaty strands of hair off her face. “See? 
Being snowed in isn’t so bad. Was it really so terrible 
being cooped up with me?” She shook her head. “Maybe 
we’ll get lucky, and it will storm again tomorrow.”

She grinned, a lazy smile he loved so. “Maybe.” She 
agreed.

Spill The Wine

“What’s all this?” He asked, closing the front door 
behind him. She stood before him, looking very sexy in a 
low-cut black dress, two glasses of white wine in her 
hands. She passed him one glass, smiling seductively. “I 
got the job.” She answered.

“Great!” They clinked their glasses, each taking a sip of 
the chilled wine. He let his eyes roam her body, taking 
in the swell of her breasts, the wonderful curves he knew 
so well. “I’m proud of you!”

“Thanks! And to celebrate.... a special dinner.” She went 
for a second sip of the wine, accidentally spilling it on 
the front of her dress. A wet stain appeared across her 
left breast, drops of wine rolling down the white flesh 
and into her dress. “Oh, shoot!” She placed her wine on 
the table. “I’d better go change.”

“No!” He grabbed her, pulling her tight against him. 
Lowering his head, he licked the wine off the soft flesh 
of her breast, feeling her shudder. He let his lips 
travel down across the fabric, sucking the sweet wine 
from the fabric. He could feel the nipple harden as he 
sucked, and he couldn’t resist nibbling the hardened nub.

“Spill any wine on the other side?” He asked.

“Uh... I think so.” She was breathing hard now, her eyes 
bright. Her fingertip brushed the pointy nipple, rubbing 
the dry fabric. “I think there’s some right here.”

He smiled, moving to suck the other nipple. His hands 
traveled down her sides, tugging her skirt over her hips. 
Pushing her panties to the side, he slipped a finger up 
inside her, feeling the wetness there. She moaned, 
grinding her hips.

With one motion, he lifted her on the table, stepping 
between her thighs and unzipping he slacks. They moaned 
together as he entered her, her body spasming in an 
orgasm almost as soon as he’d begun. He kept sucking on 
her breasts, teasing her through the fabric.

He made love to her slowly, running his hands under her 
clothing to touch the soft skin underneath. Again she 
came, her back arching off the table, her legs locking 
around him. He began thrusting harder, faster, and they 
climaxed together.

He continued to kiss her neck and her shoulders, waiting 
for their bodies to calm down. “So much for the 
appetizer.” He said, sliding out of her. Taking her hand, 
he helped her down from the table, leading her toward the 
bedroom. “Time for the main course!”

Stormy Weather

She was sitting on the couch, staring out at the wild 
storm. The lightning flashed, showing her serene face, 
every ounce of her concentration on the fury of nature 
outside. He knew better than to talk to her when she was 
like this.

Sitting on the sofa behind her, he kissed her hair, 
softly kissing the back of her neck. He felt her body 
shudder, and he traced her hairline with his tongue, 
nibbling on her ear lobe. Outside, the lighting flashed 
so close, the thunder sounded with it, shaking the 
windows.

Reaching around, he unbuttoned her shirt slowly, pulling 
the soft fabric back over her shoulders, dropping it on 
the floor behind them. He traced the lacy edges of her 
bra, sliding the bra straps down her arms with his teeth. 
He could feel her nipples harden under his hands, and he 
pushed the bra out of the way, rubbing them between his 
thumb and forefinger.

Letting his hands move down her sides, he undid her 
jeans, sliding his hands down under her lacy panties to 
feel the warmth down there. Hands on her hips, he helped 
her slide across the couch so she was on her knees, her 
eyes never once leaving the storm.

He caressed the soft skin of her ass, running his fingers 
down to tickle the insides of her thighs. He loved the 
bright flashes of light that revealed her body to him, 
her skin pale against the night. Kissing her back, he 
hugged her to him, running his tongue down her spine.

Sinking to his knees, he licked her wet pussy lips, 
tasting her sweetness. Sucking on her clit, he made her 
start to squirm, and he backed off before she reached her 
orgasm. Rising to his feet, he could hear her labored 
breathing, and any touch of his made her quiver.

During another burst of thunder, he slipped his hard cock 
inside her, her gasp lost in the rumblings outside. She 
came almost immediately, pressing her face against the 
cold glass window, moaning.

He began to stroke her clit as he continued to push into 
her, going faster and faster as the temper of the storm 
increased. With a cry, she climaxed again, and he 
followed immediately, pouring his seed into her, his body 
drained of strength.

The storm quieted, almost disappearing as fast as it had 
arrived. She turned from the window and kissed him, her 
tongue darting deep into his mouth. “I adore thunder and 
lightning. That was wonderful.” She whispered, then 
headed for the bedroom.

Surprise!

She tossed and turned alone in their bed, missing the 
warmth of his body beside her. She hated sleeping alone, 
hated the trips he had to make for his job. Even hearing 
his voice on the phone wasn’t enough to relax her.

His voice on the phone. She sighed, closing her eyes as 
she remembered his voice that night, how soft and sultry 
it was in her ear. His voice, describing all the things 
he wanted to do to her, all the many ways he wanted to 
make to love to her. She shivered at the memory, hugging 
his pillow to her breast. Phone sex was better than 
nothing, but it didn’t make up for actually having him 
here.

Phone sex. Well, he missed her as much as she missed him. 
He’d be back in three days. Two nights. She sighed, 
forcing herself to go to sleep.

How many times was she going to let the phone ring before 
she answered? He finally hung up, more disappointed than 
annoyed. Being away from her for three nights was 
torture; talking on the phone last night had at least 
allowed him to fall asleep. He sighed, holding the extra 
pillow to his chest. A hotel room could be fun, if he 
wasn’t alone...

Of course, it was only a two and a half hour drive home. 
He could always drive home and .... no, he wasn’t that 
desperate. Closing his eyes, he willed himself to sleep.

The hotel clerk smiled at the lovely lady across the 
counter from him, passing her the key to her husband’s 
room. He had more than enough imagination to figure out 
what she had on under that long rain coat. Or rather, 
what she didn’t have on. Her heels clicked against the 
tile floor as she walked away.

Letting herself into the room, she locked the door behind 
her, sliding out of the raincoat before going any 
further. He loved her in black, he always said, so she 
was dressed in a black bustier, stockings, and black 
heels. Crawling across the bed, she kissed him as he 
awoke, smothering his cries of surprise with her mouth on 
his. “I missed you.” She said simply.

He let his hands roam across the satiny bustier, the bare 
skin of her hips and thighs, and the wonderful feel of 
the stockings on her long legs. “I’ve missed you, too.” 
He answered. “What are you doing here?”

She leaned back, letting him sit up. They both blinked as 
he turned on the light, the smile spreading across his 
face as he saw her. “You really must have missed me!” He 
said.

She blushed, running her hand down his bare chest and 
under the blanket, wrapping her fingers around his 
erection. “I guess you missed me too.” She responded with 
a smile..

In one swift movement, he rolled her on her back and he 
was on top of her, kissing her. He slipped one leg 
between hers, rubbing his thigh against her hot pussy. 
His hard cock rested against her bare skin, and he kissed 
her harder, his tongue intertwining with hers. He could 
feel her nipples through the satin of the bustier, 
pressing into his chest. “I’m going to make love to you.” 
He whispered, running his tongue down the side of her 
throat. He sucked briefly on her collarbone, then kissed 
the swell of her breasts.

With practiced fingers, he opened the snaps on the crotch 
of the bustier, running his thumb down her wet slit. Her 
moans were like music to him, and he wasted no more time, 
kneeling between her legs and sliding his hard cock into 
her without warning. She gasped, delighted, rocking her 
hips so he was completely inside her. She loved feeling 
full like this, feeling his hardness inside her. “Ohhh, 
honey,” she moaned, “make love to me. Fuck me.”

He grinned, beginning to slowly piston in and out of her 
wet pussy. Grabbing her ankles, he pulled them up around 
his shoulders, rubbing the stockings with his hands. Oh, 
how he loved stockings on her sexy legs. He began to pump 
her harder, feeling her body begin to shake as she 
reached an orgasm. “I love you,” he said while she 
squirmed beneath him. “I love you.”

He kissed the inside her knees, pressing his tongue 
against the stocking.

He let his hands roam down her legs, over the tops of the 
stockings, against her bare skin. He squeezed her ass as 
he drove deeper into her, forcing himself to hold off 
from his own orgasm until she started her own. Groaning 
happily, he shot his cum deep inside her.

He held her as they slept, her bare skin pressed against 
his as it should be.

In the morning, he dressed quietly, leaving her asleep in 
the bed. He would call her later and make plans to have 
lunch with her. And tonight, he would have her again. He 
smiled. Life was good.

The Box

The box arrived second day air, addressed to her. 
Puzzled, she turned it over, looking for some clue as to 
who had sent it. A-ha... A lingerie company. Must have 
been meant for a surprise.

A surprise? She pondered that a moment, her fingers 
poised to tear into the carton. Suppose she wasn’t 
supposed to have seen this, suppose he was going to give 
it to her for Sweetest Day. A glance at her watch showed 
her that he wouldn’t be home for at least three hours. 
Could she wait that long?

She carried it up to their bedroom, dropping it on the 
bed and reaching for the phone. Dialing his number, she 
waited and waited, but got no answer. Frowning, she hung 
up the phone, still staring at the box. What should she 
do?

Open it! A little voice whispered. Succumbing to 
temptation, she ripped into the cardboard, dumping the 
contents on to the bed. Satin and lace, brilliant colors; 
she gasped at the pile before her. Oh, but he had been 
busy!

It took less than a minute to shed her clothes and to 
slip into the first of the lingerie. This was a rich 
purple satin nightshirt, with lace across the front, and 
high slits along the side. Her reflection in the mirror 
smiled back at her; she looked sexy.

He would really like this sleep shirt, she knew, 
imagining his hands sliding across the satin on her ass, 
through the slits on the side to touch her bare flesh. 
And the way her nipples peeked through the lacy front 
would excite him to no end.

Slipping out of the night shirt, she folded it up and set 
it aside. Next on the pile was a black baby doll. “Oh 
my.” She whispered, sliding it over her head. Could 
anything be more diaphanous? It had lace straps, and lace 
cups across the bra, but the rest of it was completely 
see through. Even the little matching panties were sheer, 
her hairless pussy lips showing. She shivered, feeling 
her excitement growing. This was worse than being naked. 
It felt as though she were dressed, but as she could see 
herself in the mirror, everything was plainly visible. Of 
course, if she was excited by this, he should go crazy 
when he saws her in it.

Oooh, little panties like this would make him want to eat 
her out through them. It was something he’d talked about 
in the past, her wearing a pair of sheer panties as he 
licked her clit. Of course, he would be tempted to suck 
her nipples through the lace, his cock growing so 
hard.....

Better change before she got this outfit wet. Blushing, 
she picked up the next outfit, a black teddy. Well, that 
was odd. She had several teddies, so what made this 
special? Shrugging, she tried it on, deciding against 
trying on the red stockings or the fishnet stockings that 
were with it. Better she leave the stockings for him.

It was a beautiful teddy, lots of lace and satin. The 
high cut on the thighs made her legs look even longer, 
but the bra was a bit uncomfortable. It had a strange 
underwire.... running her fingers along the wire, she 
thought she felt a hole.

It was torn! Too bad, she thought. But the hole seemed 
weird. Realizing what it was, she gripped the satin cup 
of the bra, pulling it off the underwire. As she thought, 
there was the unmistakable sound of Velcro separating. 
Tear away bra cups. Oh my! Her breasts were completely 
exposed, pushed up and out by the teddy. How delightfully 
wicked. He would have so much fun with this!

Hmm.. she could wear this under the black dress she 
planned to wear to dinner tonight. The fishnet stockings 
would be a reminder to him all night about what she wore 
underneath. And when they got home, she could slip out of 
the dress, and he could amuse himself. Oh yes, this had 
possibilities....

The last gown she had to try on was immediately her 
favorite. Emerald green, her favorite color, it was a 
long gown, satin and lace. Very feminine, very sexy. 
Slipping it over her head, she shivered as it slid down 
her body, falling almost to her ankles. The lace left her 
shoulder almost bare, and her imagination supplied an 
image of him standing behind her, kissing her shoulders, 
licking the back of her neck.

Closing her eyes, she saw him lying her back on the bed, 
sliding the gown up over her hips, the material bunching 
on her stomach. Poised between her legs, he slowly brings 
his hard cock down to rub against her pussy lips, teasing 
her, then slowly, oh so slowly, sliding into her wet 
pussy.

Her breathing was coming faster now. Her eyes flew open, 
staring into the mirror. The hands on her breasts were 
real, the lips kissing her shoulders were his and not 
some fantasy. “You’re home!” She cried.

“I came home early, and look what I found!” He chuckled 
in her ear, his hands giving her breasts a good squeeze. 
“You look so beautiful. What were you thinking, standing 
here with your eyes closed like that?” His fingers 
pinched her nipples, making her gasp. “Were you thinking 
about me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“About me, seeing you in this sexy lingerie?”

“Uh-huh.”

“About me making love to you while you’re wearing this 
sexy lingerie?”

“Oh, yes!”

He laughed, pulling her towards the bed. Laying her down, 
he slid his hands along her legs, pushing the satin gown 
up over her hips. “Well, then, my lady, allow me to 
fulfill your little fantasy.” He leaned over, kissing her 
stomach. “Happy Sweetest Day.”

The Letter

The letter arrived Friday, at work. She recognized his 
writing immediately.

My Dearest,

I want to make love to you.

This weekend, I have arranged for us to go away. I have 
arranged for a hotel room, a suite, and you need bring 
only yourself.

You will not have to worry about housework, or about 
cooking. You will not have to worry about the concerns of 
your job. In fact, this weekend, you need not worry about 
anything. I will take care of you. I will pamper you. I 
will spoil you. I will love you.

If you choose, you may spend the entire weekend in the 
bathtub. Soak in the warm water, and I will come and 
scrub your back. I will massage your shoulders, kiss your 
neck. I will wash your beautiful body from head to toe, 
then dry your skin with the softest towels.

I will feed you grapes and cheese and cookie dough ice 
cream. I will feed myself the sweet juices of your pussy, 
my tongue dedicated to bringing you pleasure. How many 
times will you cum this weekend, I wonder? My head, 
between your thighs, lapping up the honey that pours from 
you.

My tongue will know every inch of your body. The length 
of your spine, the shadow of you your shoulder blades. 
Down the crack of your ass, licking your ass hole. The 
inside your thighs, the backs of your knees. The swell of 
your calves, the sole of your foot. Shall I nibble on 
your toes?

Up the front of your long legs, stopping again to sample 
the very sweetness of your cunt. Across your stomach, 
your navel, up to your beautiful breasts. Sucking on your 
nipples, on your whole breast.

Licking the hard collar bone, your shoulders, down your 
arms. First one arm, all the way to the fingers, then 
across you body again to the other arm. Licking your 
neck, sucking on your ear lobes. My tongue plunging onto 
your ear.

And yes, my dear, I will make love to you. My cock gets 
so very hard thinking of you, thinking of your body 
beneath me. I want to show you how hard you make me, and 
to slip that hardness deep inside you, sliding in your 
wet pussy, oh so slowly. And when you writhe and moan 
beneath me, I will hold you against me, your excitement 
making me harder, making me want you more.

You will have to come at least twice before I shoot my 
cum deep inside you. At least twice, because I doubt I 
can hold back the third time your pussy begins to milk my 
cock. The exquisite pressure of your wet pussy on my cock 
will make me cum, my body exhausted, drained.

I will hold you after we make love, my arms around you, 
feeling your softness in my arms, and I will rejuvenate, 
growing hard again, ready to pleasure you all night long. 
You need only tell me what you want, my love, for this 
weekend, I will make you feel good.

Attached are the directions and the room number of the 
hotel I am waiting.

I love you.

Folding the letter shut, she closed her eyes, trying to 
bring her breathing under control. Just reading the 
letter had made her pussy wet. A glance at the clock told 
her she had three hours before the end of the day. 
Sighing, she tucked the letter into her bra, over her 
heart. This would be a weekend to remember. She couldn’t 
wait.

The Long Drive Home

It had been a fun weekend, but now it was time to head 
home.

It would be a long drive, and since he had driven the 
long distance on Friday, she would drive home. Truth be 
told, she liked interstate driving, liked the quiet of 
the highways between the cities. Pop the sunroof out, put 
on some tunes, and zoom... she was on her way home.

They had scarcely reached the edge of the city, and he 
was already dozing, one hand resting on her thigh. She 
glanced over at him and smiled, thinking, as always, how 
sweet he looked when he was asleep. Singing softly with 
the tunes on the radio, she continued to drive.

All too soon the daylight faded, and weariness began to 
creep in. They were still more than an hour away from 
home, and, though she didn’t want to stop, she began 
looking for a good place to stop for coffee. Instead of 
that, she turned the music a bit louder, nodding her head 
with the beat.

He came awake with the music, his hand squeezing her soft 
thigh. “Tired, honey?” He asked, his voice drowsy. “Want 
me to take over?”

“I’m okay. Just tired of sitting so long.” As soon as she 
spoke, his hand moved to her shoulder, gently massaging 
the kinks out of her shoulders. She sighed contentedly, 
letting her head fall back against the headrest a moment. 
“Feel good, honey?” He asked.

“Mmm-hmmm.” Tipping her head back up, she returned her 
concentration to her driving. His fingers continued to 
gently massage, the two of them sitting in silence. He 
slipped his fingers into her shirt, continuing to rub and 
scratch her shoulders. “No bra?” He asked, his fingers 
sliding across bare skin. “Nope. Not on a long drive like 
this.” She answered.

A quick glance out the back window showed that they were 
relatively alone on the road. Grinning, he reached over 
and began unbuttoning her shirt, ignoring her questions. 
Twisting a little in his chair, he reached through the 
open blouse and cupped her breast, pinching the nipple 
between his finger and thumb. He felt her draw a deep 
breath, her body shuddering at his touch.

Removing his hand, he brought his fingers to his mouth 
and licked them, then reached across her and attacked the 
other nipple, catching it between his wet fingers. She 
moaned, then laughed self consciously. “What if someone 
sees this?” She asked.

“Then that someone will be jealous, because they don’t 
have your breasts to play with.” He answered. Running his 
finger around the stiff peak, he traced a path down her 
stomach, undoing the last two buttons on her blouse. Just 
to be mean, he tickled her bare stomach, then slid his 
hand up the leg of her walking shorts, his fingertips 
rubbing the crotch of her already wet panties.

“Oooh. Honey!” She started to laugh as she realized she 
was now speeding. “We’re coming up to a city.” She said. 
“Cars, Traffic.....”

“Okay.” He sat back, hands in his lap, watching the stars 
overhead through the open sun roof. She re-arranged her 
shirt, but didn’t re-button it, speeding through the city 
as fast as she felt she could without getting caught. On 
the other side of the city, she switched highways, 
letting a tractor trailer pass her. The review mirror 
showed no headlights behind her. “Honey,” She began, 
looking across the seat at him, “There’s no one on the 
road behind me.”

“Oh really?” She could hear the grin in his voice. 
Leaning over, he took the nipple in his mouth, sucking it 
hungrily while his fingers teased the other nipple. The 
speed of their car began to climb again, her back arching 
against the seat. Unsnapping her shorts, he slipped his 
fingers under her panties, stroking her clit. “Let me 
know if it gets to be too much.” He said. “We don’t want 
to have any accidents, do we?”

He stopped once when she asked him to, his finger still 
deep in her wet slit, resting his head on her shoulder 
until she’d calmed down a bit. Her breathing returned to 
near normal before he began rubbing her clit again, 
moving to cover her nipple with his mouth again. “You 
know,” he said, easing off again as she approached her 
climax, “maybe we should find a place to pull off for a 
few minutes.”

She nodded, and after a few moments, she pulled off in a 
rest area. Parking in a dark spot, she unbuckled the seat 
belt, sliding a little closer to him. Spreading her legs, 
he could reach her pussy better, sinking his fingers deep 
inside her, his thumb stroking her clit. With a soft cry, 
she came, gripping the steering wheel as waves of 
pleasure rolled through her.

“Are you awake now?” He asked, chuckling.

“I think so.” They both took a moment to look up at the 
stars, then she buttoned her blouse and started the 
engine. “Allow me to return the favor when we get home.” 
She said.

He squeezed her knee once, leaning back against the chair 
and closing his eyes. “I’m counting on it.” He replied.

The Massage

Dirty dishes. Laundry. Vacuuming. Everything was piling 
up at home, and she had to work late. In fact, she’d had 
to work late all this week. She felt tired. She felt 
cranky. She just wanted to go home.

Oh, it would have to be pizza again for dinner. Or maybe 
Chinese. She sighed, packing a stack of paperwork into 
her briefcase, shutting off the light at her desk. Almost 
8 p.m. He was at home, waiting for her. Maybe he’d 
already taken care of dinner. He liked to cook. Maybe 
he’d fixed something already. Dialing home, she let him 
know she was on her way, then made a run for it.

She groaned as she climbed into the car, her body aching. 
And, as usual, she had more than enough to keep her busy 
all weekend, working on the reports and records in her 
briefcase. Maybe if she asked him, tonight he’d find time 
to give her one of his wonderful, delightful, relaxing 
massages. She smiled, thinking of his hands on her 
shoulders, kneading the tense muscles, removing the ached 
and pains with his gentle kisses, and his expert touch.

Of course, if she got a massage right now, she’d fall 
asleep.

Shaking her head to get the blood flowing, she fired up 
her little truck and headed home.

She could smell the delightful odors wafting through the 
garage as soon as she opened the truck door. Oh, he was 
cooking something delicious. Her mouth watered, her 
stomach rumbled, and she realized she’d once again 
skipped lunch.

“Ah, beautiful Lady,” he said, looking up when she 
entered. “Welcome home.” He took her briefcase and her 
coat, leading her to the table. A plate was already 
prepared, and a glass of milk, her favorite, poured. “If 
you desire anything else, just let me know.”

“You are so sweet.” She said, then fell ravenously upon 
the plate of spaghetti. Smiling, he sat down and watched 
her eat.

After soaking in a lemon scented bath, she felt almost 
human again. There had been clean dishes to eat off of, 
and now there were clean towels to dry herself with; he’d 
been busy.

He was sitting in bed, reading, when she emerged from the 
bathroom, and he smiled, his eyes lighting up at her 
towel clad form. “Come here.” He patted the bed beside 
him. “Lay down. You look like you need a massage.”

“You are sooooo right!” She dropped the towel and laid 
face down on the bed, sighing contentedly. Her skin felt 
damp to his fingers, and he could smell a hint of lemon 
as he licked the soft skin between her shoulder blades.

He started at her shoulders, his fingers kneading the 
painful knots out of her muscles. He ran his thumbs under 
her shoulder blades, tracing her spine down the length of 
her back. He talked softly while he massaged, telling her 
of his day, telling her how much he loved her.

Rubbing her ass, he leaned over and began kissing her 
shoulders, knowing that this would drive her crazy. 
Sliding his finger down the crack of her ass into her 
pussy, he slipped into her wetness. She moaned, her 
thighs opening up to grant him easier access.

His thumb began to plunge in and out of her, one finger 
rubbing her clit. “Oh Honey,” she sighed, her body 
squirming under his attentions. Kissing down her back, he 
nibbled on her soft ass cheeks, feeling his cock grow 
harder as he smelled the odor coming from her pussy.

Abandoning her clit, he slipped two, then three fingers 
into her, feeling her hairless pussy lips clutch at him. 
With a soft cry, she came, her juices filling his hand, 
coating his fingers.

“Feeling better, honey?” He asked, one hand still 
stroking the inside her pussy gently, the other rubbing 
her back. She nodded, her breathing still heavy. “This 
weekend, honey, we’re just going to relax. Okay?”

“Okay?”

“Honey?” He leaned over, not surprised to see her eyes 
closed. Her breathing became even, her body relaxed. She 
was asleep.

He sighed, kissing her once on the forehead, then 
snuggled in next to her. His cock was still throbbing, 
but he would get over that. Wrapping his arm around her 
possessively, he tried to go to sleep.

The Next Morning

She awoke first, the sound of his heartbeat hard in her 
ear. It was rare that she awoke first, for usually he was 
the one urging her to move. A wicked grin appeared on her 
face; she would take advantage of his sluggishness this 
morning...

Moving slowly so as not to awaken him, she slid the 
covers back, letting her fingers stroke his chest. With 
small kisses, she worked her way across his broad chest, 
her hands still rolling the blankets back.

Down his stomach she kissed, pausing as he mumbled in his 
sleep. When he calmed again, she continued, licking his 
navel once before continuing down.

Her ministrations had the desired effect on his sleeping 
body; when she reached his penis it was already hard, and 
she engulfed it with her mouth, delighting in the taste 
that belonged only to him.

It wasn’t long before he began to stir, his eyes 
fluttering open as his mind slowly registered what was 
happening to him. “What,” he began, but she shushed him, 
then slowly lowered her mouth down around him again.

With a groan, he lay back, his hand seeking out her 
smooth legs, running his fingers across her soft skin. 
Up, up, his fingers traveled, finding the dampness 
between her legs that he knew would be there. Now it was 
her turn to moan, her throat vibrating around his stiff 
member.

With a wordless cry, he came, her mouth warm around him 
until he was done. He lay back, sated, as she squirmed 
back into his arms, resting her head against his chest 
once more. “That was for how you woke me up yesterday.” 
She said, her voice gently teasing. “Good Morning.”

He kissed her forehead, letting his hands roam across her 
body. “Then I guess I’ll have to wake you that way more 
often.” He promised. “Good Morning.”

The Party

With practiced skill, she breathed her proposition in his 
ear, watching him shudder as the idea passed through him. 
No one else in the party could have heard her; to anyone 
watching, nothing would have appeared out of place. That 
was how she wanted it.

She excused herself, quietly disappearing into the crowd, 
moving away from the onerous conversation they were 
having with the base commander. No one paid her any undue 
attention, no one questioned her destination. She slipped 
past old friends with their insincere smiles, quietly 
making her way to the master bedroom.

She hated giving parties, hated having to play hostess to 
all the phony people her husband had to deal with. The 
plastic people, she called them. And she was the plastic 
hostess. The nice house, the comforts that came from his 
rising rank all paled beside the longing of her heart. 
Simple romance. Simple affection. She wanted to be in 
love.

Oh, friends had warned her against marrying the brash 
young officer. He had only needed an attractive, 
intelligent wife to further his career,

but she had ignored them, stubbornly insisting on having 
her own way. She’d believed in the fairy tail, in the 
fantasy, happy to be swept away by the handsome prince to 
his castle on a military base.

Her reflection in the mirror made her turn and look, 
barely seeing the woman she had been in the carefully 
coifed image. Her face showed little sign of her years, 
her body the envy of women half her age. Where had the 
suntanned, free spirit fled to? Where had the girl who 
believed in those fantasies disappeared to?

Shutting the dark thoughts away, she slipped out of her 
evening dress, laying it over the chair by the bed. She 
dropped her slip on top of it, sliding between the sheets 
wearing only her panties, bra, and garter belt with 
stockings.

The wait was not long. He slipped into the room silently, 
his muscular shadow creeping across the room to her side. 
She reached up and helped undo the collar of his dress 
uniform, his mouth seeking hers. Sparks filled the air 
between them, the heat between then swelling to a 
crescendo.

Pulling his shirt open, she ran her tongue across his 
chest, smelling the muskiness that belonged to him. His 
hands caressed her breasts through her bra, feeling the 
nipples leap to attention, her back arching invitingly, 
pressing her breasts towards him. He played her 
skillfully, spreading warmth through her body with his 
touch. Her breathing came faster, panting against his 
chest.

He moaned, feeling her tongue flicker across his nipple, 
her hand sliding down to cup the hard bulge in his pants. 
She wasn’t shy, opening her pants to release his hard 
cock. “We don’t have a lot of time.” He whispered.

She nodded. Giving his cock one long caress, she lay 
back, pulling him down with her. His weight pressed her 
into the soft mattress, his body warm against her skin. 
She felt his cock wet against her thigh, his hand 
shredding the thin underwear she wore. She gasped as he 
entered her, burying his hard cock in her wetness.

For a heartbeat, he remained like that, running his thumb 
across her clit, feeling her body jerk and spasm under 
his touch. Her legs clasped around him, her thighs soft 
against his waist. Slowly, oh so slowly, he slid out of 
her, feeling the muscles of her pussy clasp around his 
cock, trying too keep him in place. Laughing silently, he 
kissed her, penetrating her mouth with his tongue as he 
plunged back into her softness.

Her hair came unbound, the long tresses scattering across 
the pillow. Her moans encouraged him, making him pump 
harder, faster, trapping her little screams of pleasure 
under his kiss. He didn’t want any one stumbling into the 
room, looking for the missing hostess, maybe alerted by 
the sounds of their passion. He couldn’t afford to be 
discovered in here, during the biggest party of the year.

Her hips thrust up, her body convulsing through wave 
after wave of a powerful orgasm. He would love to have 
ridden this out, to have fucked her hard until she 
climaxed again, but tonight, he didn’t have the luxury. 
There would be other chances, other opportunities. Biting 
his lip to stifle his own cry, he came, shooting her full 
of his cum.

They separated, rolling away from each other, each trying 
to calm their breathing. He cupped her ass, squeezing the 
soft cheek, watching her body experience one final 
shudder at his touch. “You are the hottest woman I know, 
Mrs. Colonel.” He whispered, moving away to get dressed 
again. “Still as sexy as the day I married you.”

She lay back on the bed, saluting him, her breasts 
bouncing jauntily as she moved. She smiled up at the 
brash young officer she’d married, feeling the love in 
his eyes like a caress. She hated the parties, the 
politics it required to help him maneuver to the rank he 
wanted, but she loved the man and wanted to be in his 
life.

He dressed quickly, efficiently, every inch the military 
man he appeared. “I’ll be out in a few.” She whispered, 
kissing him again before he could disappear back to the 
party. “It seems to take me more time to put myself back 
together.”

He left her, tweaking her nipple affectionately as he 
passed. She looked again to her reflection, seeing the 
messy hair, the smeared make up. She cupped her breast, 
watching her image do the same, pinching the hard nipple 
the way he had. She saw again the suntanned free spirit, 
alive in her eyes once again. Smiling softly to herself, 
she began the long process of hiding that impish girl, 
once again reclaiming her place as the officers wife.

To every man his Dulcinea There are worse hobbies than 
windmill jousting

The Seduction

She’d planned everything carefully. Clothing was packed 
for both of them, in one small bag, she noted with a 
smile. This weekend she wasn’t planning on them needing 
much to wear. Reservations were made, special 
instructions passed on to the hotel. She’d even soaked in 
lemon scented water, then dressed carefully so he would 
be surprised later in the hotel. Everything was perfect.

Boy, was he going to be surprised! With their jobs 
lately, they’d both been so busy, they came home and 
crashed, holding each other as they slept. They needed 
time away from everything, just to be with each other. 
She yawned, then forced herself to wake up. Falling 
asleep now would be wrong. She’d managed to get off work 
early, and get herself ready for this weekend; if he came 
home and found her asleep, the weekend would be spent a 
lot differently than she imagined. She forced herself to 
get moving.

She waited in his car for him to come out of work. “Whoa! 
Hi there!” He said, startled as she rolled down the 
driver’s side window. “What are you doing here?”

She smiled pleasantly, motioning him to come around to 
the passenger seat. “I thought I would surprise you and 
take you out to dinner.”

“Well, that is a great surprise!” He dropped his brief 
case in the back seat, sinking into the bucket seats. 
“You look fantastic.”

“Thanks.” They fell into normal conversation, speaking of 
their jobs and things that had happened during the day. 
She noticed him sneaking glances at her, his eyes 
appreciatively wandering her legs, her body, and she 
couldn’t help but feel excited. When he looked at her 
like that, it always made her feel hot and bothered. She 
loved it when he looked at her like that.

The restaurant she’d chosen was out on the edge of town, 
a small, cozy little place, very intimate, and it had the 
best food around. Dinner was delightful, the food 
delicious, and they laughed all through the meal. “It’s 
almost a shame to go home.” He said as they were leaving.

She smiled, but didn’t answer. Instead of heading home, 
she turned away from the city, ignoring his questions. In 
a short while, they arrived at the hotel she’d picked, a 
quiet little place with a view of the water. Handing him 
the suitcase, she led the way inside.

“You are very sneaky.” He said once they were inside the 
suite. “And you’ve been very busy. This is wonderful.”

“This is just the start.” She stepped into his arms, 
hugging him, pressing her warm body against his. They 
kissed passionately, their hands exploring each others 
bodies as though they’d never touched. “Oh my.” She 
sighed contentedly. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too.” He pulled her closer, and she could feel his 
erection pressing against her. Grabbing his hands at her 
waistband, she pulled him after her, leading him into the 
bedroom. Turning of all the lamps but one, then walked 
back into his arms.

Her patient fingers worked the knot in his tie, sliding 
the material from his neck and letting it fall to the 
floor. Palms down, she ran her hands across his chest, 
tugging the tails from his pants. Unbuttoning the shirt 
now, she smiled, an impish grin that he had to respond 
to. He left his hands at his sides, letting her do as she 
wanted. She obviously had plans, and the idea excited him 
even more.

Button by button, her hands moved down, until she pushed 
the shirt over his shoulders. He watched as his dress 
shirt tumbled to the floor, raising his arms so she could 
remove the undershirt. She rained small kisses across his 
chest, his shoulders, walking around him to kiss his 
back. She nibbled at his shoulder blades, listening to 
him gasp, before walking around to face him again.

“Tonight,” she whispered, her hands beginning to loosen 
his belt, “I want you to relax. Forget the job, forget 
about responsibility. I want to make you feel good.” He 
groaned as she unzipped his pants, the pressure of his 
tight slacks gone from his throbbing cock. Sliding his 
pants down, she asked him to sit on the bed, then removed 
the rest of his clothing. “Lay back and relax.” She told 
him, kneeling before him.

He did as she bid, sighing as her mouth slid around his 
throbbing penis, sliding down to capture him completely 
in her mouth. He was so hard right now, his cock swollen, 
the head almost purple. She knew he was close to coming, 
feeling the head twitch at the back of her throat. She 
backed off, licking the head, kissing his throbbing 
balls, drawing his orgasm out, making him moan. “Please, 
honey.” He said.

That was enough. She fastened her lips about the helmet, 
sucking like a baby with the bottle. His moans grew 
louder, stronger, and with a cry, he exploded, sending a 
gusher down her throat. She swallowed fast, sucking until 
he called out, brushing her away. “Oh, no more... 
please.” He moaned happily.

Smiling, she stood, stepping away from the bed, waiting 
for him to recover sufficiently. When she had his 
attention, she began to unbutton her blouse, rolling the 
satin off her shoulders to flutter to the floor. The lacy 
bra underneath reveled her hard nipples, dark against her 
pale skin. His eyes glittered as he stared, watching her 
every move with unconcealed delight. Unzipping her skirt, 
she let it fall, her satiny slip right behind it. The 
panties she wore were as sheer as the hose, and he licked 
his lips when he saw them.

Propping one leg on the bed, she undid the garter, 
carefully unrolling the nylon to her ankle, then sliding 
the foot along the bed to where he lay. With a smile, he 
lifted the foot, removing the heel and kissing the toes 
before he slipped the nylon off. “I don’t suppose I can 
keep this foot while you undo the other.” He laughed.

She laughed with him, pulling the foot back and replacing 
it with the other. He repeated the actions with the 
second foot, kissing each toe before removing the nylon. 
This one he didn’t let go, rubbing the soft skin, 
massaging the curving muscle, kissing her shin. She 
didn’t fight him, leaning onto the bed, letting him draw 
her closer. His tongue danced around her knee, licking up 
her thigh. His fingers entered her pussy, pushing around 
the crotch of her panties, sliding in between the wet 
lips. He made her moan, and he smiled.

Three fingers sunk deep inside her, his thumb rubbing her 
clit with gentle strokes. Her soft cries were music to 
him, and he played her as she had played him, bringing 
her to edge then backing off before she could cum.

He waited until she was begging, pleading with him to let 
her cum, then he pulled her across the bed, shredding her 
sopping wet panties with a single tug. Opening her legs 
wide, he licked her bare lips, circling her clit once. 
His tongue slid deep inside her pussy, his nose bumping 
her clit as he fucked her with his tongue. With a cry, 
she came, her hips bucking against him.

Her taste and her smell were more than enough to bring 
him to erection again. Swinging around, he entered her, 
quickly, sinking his cock as deep as he could. She 
gasped, bringing her legs up to wrap around his body, 
pulling him against her body. She came almost 
immediately, a continuation of her first orgasm, her back 
arching as she cried out in pleasure.

Lowering his mouth, he began to kiss her, on the mouth, 
on the cheeks, on her neck. Her hands roamed his body, 
stroking and rubbing, clutching at his ass as he brought 
her to a third orgasm. He loved the feel of her body 
beneath him, bucking against him, her cries of pleasure 
filling the room. The feel of her pussy walls tightening 
around his cock, pulling deeper, milking his cock. Faster 
and faster he drove into her, thrusting harder, until his 
cries joined hers and they came together.

They collapsed together, laying side by side on the king 
size mattress. He undid her bra, lazily running his 
fingers across the hard nipples. “Coming here was a great 
idea.” He said.

She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder. Her hands 
played over his body, enjoying the feel of him. “And the 
best part is, we still have all day and tomorrow.” She 
scratched his stomach, hearing him moan happily. “And 
Sunday morning, too.” She added sleepily.

He laughed, catching her right hand and bringing it to 
his lips. Her left hand she let wander, rubbing his body, 
the two of them lying together in silence. In a few 
moments, they were both asleep.

The Tool Belt

He heard pounding when he opened the door, someone 
hammering in the back room of the house. “Oh, Love of my 
life!” He called, hanging his coat up before following 
the odd sound. “My adorable one! Your beloved is home!”

No response. Well, that would ordinarily have garnered a 
sarcastic comment. She must be very busy, to have missed 
an opportunity for sarcasm.

“OOOOH!” He said, rounding the corner to where she 
worked. She was bending over, hammer in one hand, 
steadying a half-built book shelf with the other. His 
eyes took in the way the tiny shorts she wore cupped her 
plump behind, pressing tight up against her pussy lips, 
her bare thighs spread and inviting. “Now this is a look 
I like!”

She started at his voice, almost falling forward. 
Straightening, she turned, glaring at him. “Very funny.” 
She said, her voice making it clear she thought it 
anything but.

The front view was just as pleasing, her breasts free 
behind an old tee-shirt, and his old tool belt around her 
full hips. “I like the tool belt!” He waggled his 
eyebrows at her. “Makes me think of.... screwing!”

“Well, now, that was predictable.” She plucked the tape 
measure from the belt, sliding it out at him. “Sorry, 
sweetie... but you don’t measure up.”

He laughed, grabbing for the tape as she let it snap 
back. “Why don’t you go do something productive. Dinner 
will be ready in an hour.” Waving the hammer at him, she 
tried to look stern. “Go.”

“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather spend the next hour 
having wild sex, and then I’ll help you finish the 
shelves?”

Frowning, she pointed at the door. “OKay.... I’m going. 
But I really do think you look cute. I keep expecting you 
to dance like the guys from Village People.”

He ducked, running out of the room, a wad of paper 
bouncing off the wall in the hall. Turning back to the 
bookcase, she began to fit the next shelf into place, 
smiling over his comments. He was such a goofball 
sometimes, she thought, bending over to pound the nails 
into place.

She was suddenly aware of the shorts pressing against her 
pussy, rubbing as she rocked back and forth. She hadn’t 
realized his joking had affected her so much, feeling the 
wetness between her lips, the tight material stimulating 
her clit. Her nipples stood stiff, the loose tee shirt 
brushing against them.

She was horny!

Standing up, she slid the hammer into its place on the 
belt, leaning the half-finished shelf against the wall. 
Standing in the hallway, she listened for a clue as to 
what room he was in. AH.... the beeps and blips alerted 
her... he was playing video games in the den.

“I’m looking for a tool.” She said, leaning seductively 
in the doorway. “About this long, about this thick, very 
hard, but so smooth and slick. Know where I could find 
something like that, sport?”

“Ugh....” There was a spiraling sound as his video game 
character died suddenly. “See, I’ve got this certain hole 
that needs to be filled. And the tool I’m looking for is 
the only one that will fit.”

She loved the shock in his eyes, the open mouth as he 
stared at her. Crossing the room, she dropped a cassette 
into the tape player, the painfully familiar ‘Y.M.C.A.’ 
filling the room. Soon he was laughing hysterically as 
she danced for him, hooking her fingers in the belt and 
swinging her hips wide.

To complete the dance, she grabbed the hem of her torn 
tee shirt and pulled, the tear reveling her bouncing 
breasts, the hard nipples drawing his attention. Holding 
the shredded shirt open, she danced closer, shaking her 
breasts in his face.

He could take it no more, grabbing her and pulling her 
down on the couch with him. She squealed, his mouth 
clamping around her nipple sending shock waves of 
pleasure through her. One hand was already inside her 
shorts, sliding against her sensitive clit.

She moaned, arching her back, letting him manipulate her 
body like he did so very well. It wasn’t long before she 
was gasping, writhing on his lap, drenching his fingers 
with her love juices. Oh yes, he knew how to play her, 
she thought, wave after wave of intense pleasure crashing 
through her. “So,” she managed to say, almost holding her 
breath so she could speak, “have you seen that tool I was 
looking for?”

“I think I have.” Pushing the ruined tee-shirt off her 
shoulders, he helped her up, sliding the shorts off her 
hips. She began to unbuckle the tool belt, but he stopped 
her. “Leave it on for a minute.” He stroked her stomach, 
then moved down to rub the outside of her hairless pussy 
lips. “I don’t know why... It’s sexy.”

She laughed, twisting her hips to make the hanging tools 
swing. He opened his pants, letting his cock out, sighing 
happily. Moving carefully, she climbed onto his lap, 
sliding her wet pussy down around his hard cock. “Oh 
yes....” She moaned, her knees sinking into the couch 
around him, forcing his cock deeper inside her. “I do 
believe we have the perfect fit.”

He played with her breasts and let her do the work, 
watching her raise her body up and down on his cock. They 
could both feel the cold metal of the different tools 
against their skin. With a soft cry, she began to move 
faster, faster, and he found himself bucking against her, 
thrusting up in to her.

Catching her hands, he held them against his chest as she 
began her orgasm, following as soon as he felt her pussy 
muscles begin to pulse around his cock. She lay against 
him, hands between their bodies, purring contentedly as 
she always did after great lovemaking. A deep rumble 
erupted from his chest; he was purring to.

“You know,” she said after a moment, “I think I may need 
your tool again tonight.” She whispered in his ear.

The book case didn’t get finished that night.

To the Point

One of his most charming quirks, she thought, was his 
love of pencils. Cups and jars of pencils were prominent 
in every room, colored pencils, yellow pencils, gag 
pencils she’d purchased just for him. He knew which 
pencil belonged in which room, and he could become quite 
grumpy if his pencils were mixed.

Sitting at the dining room table, she labored over a 
poster for the bulletin board at work, carefully 
sketching the letters out in pencil before she did the 
final outlines in marker. Four pencils lay on the table 
before her, dulled from her sketching. He frowned as she 
reached for a fifth pencil from the jar.

“Don’t frump.” She told him. “I’ll sharpen them before I 
put them back.”

He didn’t answer, knowing to deny anything would only 
make it worse. “There!” She said finally, leaning away 
from the table. “The hard part is done. Now all I need to 
do is use the markers to color it in!”

He inspected her work as she reached for a small 
sharpener, and true to her word, she began re-sharpening 
the points on all five pencils. Round and round, until 
she was satisfied by the tip, pulling it out of the 
sharpener. Pursing her lips, she blew the dust from the 
point, laying it on the table and picking up the next 
one.

He felt his cock twitch, watching her blow the dust from 
the pencil. That motion was strangely erotic, he thought, 
almost laughing at himself. Pressing her lips together, 
her chest rising as she inhaled, her breath coming out in 
a stream across the pencil lead. The second pencil caused 
a similar reaction, stronger than the first. By the third 
pencil, he had an erection. With the last pencil, he was 
moaning.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, unaware that she was 
causing such an effect on him. He shrugged, waving her 
question aside. She needed to get the poster done, and 
didn’t need him to distract her. “I’m gonna go watch TV.” 
He said, leaving the room.

However, the TV didn’t distract him. His pants felt very 
tight, his mind pre-occupied with the image of her 
blowing dust from the pencils. Adjusting his pants didn’t 
seem to help. He couldn’t get the image out of his mind.

She came to the doorway as he was unzipping his pants, 
groaning as he pulled his stiff cock out. Instead of 
disturbing him, she leaned against the door jamb, 
fascinated. Something about watching him stroke himself 
really turned her on, watching the way his fingers slid 
up and down the long shaft, the way he teased the head 
with a quick double pass every so often. Warmth began to 
spread in her belly, desire building deep inside.

He let out a soft moan, and she could see the pre cum 
running down the head. Tiptoeing across the room, she 
knelt before him, her fingertip smearing the pre cum 
around. His eyes flew open to see her smiling up at him, 
her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock. 
“What about your poster?” He asked.

“It can wait.” She leaned forward, sliding her lips 
around the first two inches of his cock, her tongue 
swirling around the head inside her mouth. He watched 
her, wanting to see his shaft disappear into her mouth, 
wanting to see her lips slide down him until they were 
against the base.

Instead, she slid her mouth off, licking up and down his 
cock like she’d lick an ice cream cone. Hmm, well that 
was good too. He smiled, enjoying her ministrations.

Pursing her lips, she blew a cool stream of air across 
the head, and he gasped; it was the same thing she’d done 
to the pencil. Encouraged by his reaction, she did it 
again, and she was rewarded by the first spurt of cum, 
splashing against her chin, her cheeks. Laughing, she 
clasped her lips around the head, sucking out the rest of 
his cum. “That was an enthusiastic response.” She said.

“Oh yes.” He scooped the cum from her chin and pressed it 
to her lips. She took his finger in her mouth and sucked 
it clean, repeating the move until he’d cleaned her face 
of cum. “Have I mentioned that I love you?” He whispered.

“I think I’ve heard you mention it, once or twice.” She 
smiled. Laying her head on his thighs, she closed her 
eyes, letting him rub her shoulders, his fingers playing 
in her hair. In a soft voice, he explained about the 
pencil, and why he hadn’t been able to hold back when 
she’d blown on his cock. “So I should do that more 
often?” She asked, her fingers rubbing his flaccid cock 
affectionately.

He smiled, his finger tweaking her nose. “I think you got 
the point!”

Trust

“Do you trust me?” He asked, out of the blue.

The were reading in the living room, each lost in their 
own book. She nodded, glancing up at him. “Of course I 
do! You know that.” She looked puzzled. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, ah... no particular reason.” He smiled. “Just 
curious.”

“Your curiosity concerns me.” She said, but she was 
smiling. “I worry about what goes on in that clever mind 
of yours.”

“Me?” He acted shocked. “Why, I’m harmless. A teddy 
bear.” He stood, stretching. “Be right back.”

She watched for his return, her curiosity piqued. “Wanna 
play a game?” He asked, when he reappeared. “I promise 
you’ll like it.”

“I will, huh?” Swinging her legs off the couch, she stood 
up, facing him. “And just what are the rules of this 
game? I suppose it involves nudity?”

The smirk on her face made him laugh. “Why, actually, yes 
it does. Remember, you said you trust me.”

She gave a deep sigh, rolling her eyes. “I trust you 
completely.” She affirmed. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” So saying, he folded a dark scarf into 
a thick pad, then covered her eyes with it. Her deep 
intake of breath told him that she hadn’t expected this, 
but she remained still, waiting for his next move. A 
second scarf was wound around her eyes, holding the first 
scarf in place. “Can you see anything?” He asked.

“No.” She honestly couldn’t. The soft fabric against her 
eyes was cool, comforting, the binding scarf just tight 
enough to secure the blindfold, but not enough to hurt. 
She could feel his hands on her head, arranging the scarf 
so it didn’t pull her hair. “It’s completely dark.” She 
said.

He stood back to admire his prize, seeing the impatience 
in her as she waited for his next move. Her fidgeting was 
delightful to him, a powerful aphrodisiac. “Still trust 
me?” He asked. She nodded. “Good. Now, Promise me, no 
matter what, you won’t take the blindfold off until I say 
you can.”

She hesitated. What was she afraid of, though? “I 
promise.” She said. The waiting was unbearable. She hated 
waiting for anything, and now, since she couldn’t see 
what he was up to, she was twice as anxious. Tapping her 
foot, crossing and uncrossing her arms.... What was he up 
to? “Honey?” She asked, resisting the urge to reach out 
and find him. “Is this it? Game’s over?”

His deep chuckle came from behind her, and she whirled 
around in surprise. “Now what?” She asked. “Is there a 
Pinata, or something? Pin the tail on the Donkey?”

“No no no no.” Gentle fingers stroked her face, and she 
almost jerked away. His caress left trails of fire across 
her skin, down her cheek and neck, across the collar of 
her shirt. She shuddered, a soft moan escaping her lips. 
“I think you’re wearing too many clothes.” He told her, 
rubbing her breast briefly before his hand continued its 
trip down her body. Across her stomach, towards her 
burning.... He stopped, pulling his hand away. “Why don’t 
you take them off for me?”

“O-okay.” She suddenly felt shy, not wanting to expose 
herself to him. Don’t be silly! She told herself, forcing 
her hands up to the buttons on her shirt. One by one they 
opened, the shirt falling off her shoulders to land in a 
pile on the floor. He’d seen her thousands of times 
without clothes; in fact, he’d removed them for her on 
more than one occasion. As she unhooked the bra, she 
realized her nipples were hard with excitement, and she 
blushed.

What was he thinking? Surely he was enjoying her 
discomfort, but he remained silent. Pushing her jeans 
over her hips, she kicked them off, then slipped out of 
her panties. Where was he? Still in front of her? Behind 
her? Was he still in the room? Inching her foot forward, 
she touched the edge of the coffee table, then propped 
her foot up, effecting a pose. “That’s everything, except 
the blindfold and the anklet.” She wiggled her foot, 
making the anklet jiggle. “Do you want those off as 
well?”

“Leave them on.” His voice was husky, thick with emotion. 
She felt a hand on her thigh, rubbing up to squeeze her 
ass cheek. His mouth on hers, a hungry kiss, stealing her 
breath before he kissed his way down her neck. Sucking on 
her collar bone, his probing hand slid around her hip to 
cover her sex, one finger slipping between her wet lips 
to tease her clit.

Her legs trembling, she leaned against him, her body 
responding to his touch as always. He knew all the right 
spots, and he used them now, licking the underside of her 
breast, kissing her shoulders and back. She moaned, she 
groaned, she whimpered, but he refused to let her cum, 
slowing his ministrations until her body calmed down. And 
then, he left her.

“Honey?” She reached out tentatively, probing the area 
where he had been. He’d left her so hot, her juices 
running down the inside her leg, and so unfulfilled. 
“Where did you go?” The room was silent. She sat down on 
the coffee table, trying to cover her nudity self-
consciously. “I’m taking off the blindfold.” She called.

“No you don’t!” He was behind her again! “You promised 
you wouldn’t take it off until I say so.”

“I thought the game was over.”

“No.... it’s far from over.” He took her hand, leading 
her down the hallway. “In fact, I think this game could 
go on most of the night. What do you think?” She moaned. 
“Exactly!”

He placed her on the bed, laying her back on the mattress 
then stepping away. She strained her ears to hear what he 
was doing, jumping when he joined her on the bed. “Should 
have brought a towel to bed for you to sit on.” He said, 
his hands stroking the inside her thigh. She flushed a 
bright red, all the way down to her toes. “Oh, that’s so 
pretty!” He said, watching her blush deepen. “I love it 
when I make you blush.”

“Oh, hush!” She tried to roll away from him, but he held 
her still. “Now you behave, or I’ll have to tie your 
hands and feet.” He laughed. “On second thought, maybe I 
should do that anyway.”

“No!” She cried, but it was too late. Her hands were 
suddenly over her head, secured to the bedposts. “I see. 
That was part of the plan.”

“Of course it was.” He moved off the bed, stepping away 
to watch her again. He undressed quietly, enjoying the 
way she writhed on the bed. He tiptoed around the bed, 
tickling the sole of her foot, tweaking her nipple, 
stroking her soft skin. “You squirm deliciously.” He told 
her, ignoring the frown on her face.

It was almost too much to take. He climbed back on the 
bed once again, his tongue diving now into her wet pussy, 
and she almost screamed as he brought to her first 
orgasm.

His cock was aching now, throbbing as he licked up her 
juices. It wasn’t as he had planned, but he had to take 
her now, had to bury his cock inside her wetness. Rising 
to his knees, he positioned her hips, and slid into her. 
She came almost immediately, convulsing around his cock, 
and he groaned. Her swollen pussy lips sucked at his 
cock, and he angled his body so his thrusts slid against 
her hard clit. She couldn’t stay quiet now, her breath 
little more than gasps and moans.

Wetting his fingers in her honey, he brought the wetness 
to her breast, covering the nipple with her own juices. 
Lowering his mouth over the hard nub, he sucked it clean, 
then leaned his head back, blowing cool air across it. 
She moaned louder, her thighs clamping around his waist. 
This time, her orgasm brought him to his. Exhausted, he 
collapsed on the bed beside her.

Holding her possessively, they relaxed, lethargic. “Untie 
me now?” She asked after a while.

“Untie you? Why? Don’t you trust me?” He flicked her 
nipple mischievously. “You probably think I plan on 
taking advantage of you again.”

“Of course I trust you, and I know you’re planning on 
it.” She tested the bonds on her wrists again, knowing it 
was futile. “At least remove the blindfold!”

He thought about it for a moment, then decided against 
it. Sliding off the bed, he padded out of the room, 
ignoring her questions. He was having too much fun to 
quit now. And as soon as he got the jar of honey from the 
kitchen, he’d be back to finish playing the game.......

Valentine’s Surprise

As instructed, she had dressed up for an evening out, 
ready and waiting on the sofa no later than 6:15. Of 
course, now it was 6:30, and he was no where in sight. 
She frowned, looking at the clock on the VCR. 6:31.

She’d tried all week to pry the secret of tonight from 
him, wanting to know his plans for Valentine’s Day so she 
could plan accordingly. Of course, he wouldn’t say 
anything; he just sat there with a little smug grin on 
his face, promising her it would be worth the wait.

6:32.

He wasn’t the only one with secrets, though. Under the 
velvet dress she wore was the skimpiest red lace bra and 
panties, with a matching garter belt holding up the sheer 
black nylons. The doorbell startled her from her 
thoughts, and she jumped up to answer the door. Who could 
it be, she wondered idly. He wouldn’t need to ring the 
doorbell, and she wasn’t expecting anyone....

Five minutes later, she was seated in the back of a 
limousine, breathing the heady aroma of the rose left 
laying on the seat with a simple note that said “I love 
you.” From the speakers came the sweet sounds of a Mozart 
concerto, one of her favorites. My, but he had been a 
busy boy, planning this out. Settling back in the seat, 
she enjoyed the ride.

Twenty-five minutes later, the limo pulled to a stop. 
“Here?” she asked the driver when he opened the door. 
“You’ve brought me back home.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He said, closing the door behind her. “That 
was what I was instructed to do.” He smiled, tipping his 
hat. “Have a happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Mm. Thank you.” She answered automatically, heading up 
the walk to the front door. She didn’t need the key, so 
she stepped into the foyer, slipping her winter coat off 
and hanging it in the closet. “Hello?” She called to the 
dark house. “Are you here?”

>From the back corner she heard the unmistakable sounds of 
the opera Carmen. Heels clicking on the bare floor, she 
followed the music to the den, opening the door wide.

Candles flickered and danced in the draft from the door, 
over two dozen candles placed around the room. An old 
quilt was spread on the floor, a picnic dinner spread 
across it. He looked up as she entered, a broad smile 
across his face. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” He said softly. 
Standing, he offered his hand, bringing her into the room 
and closing the door. Pulling her close, he kissed her, 
enjoying the softness of her body in his arms. 
“Surprised?”

“Yes, very!” She smiled, allowing herself to be pulled to 
the floor. She looked around the room, then back at the 
man she loved. “This is wonderful.” She said.

“I thought it might appeal to you.” He offered her a 
plate of fried chicken and potato salad, handing her a 
cold cola from the ice chest. “A picnic in February 
seemed a bit eccentric, but fun.”

“Definitely fun.” She agreed, biting into the chicken. 
They laughed together, quietly talking, enjoying each 
others company. “Why did you tell me to get all dressed 
up?” She asked, pushing her empty plate away.

His hand slid across her leg, his fingers slipping under 
the hem of her skirt, gently massaging. “I like seeing 
you dressed up.” He said simply. The candlelight 
flickering made her look even lovelier. “Besides, it 
encouraged the illusion I wanted to set for tonight.

“Ah.” Lifting her legs, she lay them across his lap, much 
to his surprise and delight. Removing her heels, he began 
massaging her feet, bringing little sighs of contentment 
from her. He grinned; she knew that laying her legs in 
his lap would definitely make him excited, and he knew a 
foot massage was a sure way to start her on the path to 
feeling good.

“That’s delightful.” She said, leaning back on her arms, 
her head hanging back. “You are wonderful. This was the 
best Valentine’s present!”

“Oh, this isn’t all I have for you.” He whispered, 
ignoring the now tight fabric of his slacks. He knew she 
didn’t expect flowers or candy or jewelry all the time, 
so every once and a while, he liked to surprise her. From 
his pocket, he retrieved a small box, and he opened it, 
pouring the gold chain inside out on to her stomach. 
“Happy Valentine’s Day!”

“What?” She picked up the fine chain, dangling the tiny 
locket before her eyes. “Oh, honey, it’s beautiful!” She 
opened it, reading their initial inscribed on the inside. 
“Thank you!” She opened the clasp to put it on.

“You’re very welcome!” He grinned, his hands moving up 
her legs, under the hem of her skirt again, this time 
pushing the heavy material high on her thighs. “Oh, my.” 
He said, his fingers brushing against the garter clip on 
the top of the stocking. “What have I found here?”

“Your Valentine’s present.” She said, matching his smile.

“My present, but you’re wearing it, eh?” He moved to 
kneel between her legs, his hands still busy caressing 
her knees. “I think I like those kinds of presents.”

“I thought you might.” She whispered, pulling herself up 
when he offered his hands. With the gentlest touch, he 
cupped her breasts, rubbing his palms until he felt the 
nipple began to poke out, teased into showing itself by 
his touch. She gasped as he began kissing her neck, 
licking and sucking her skin while he massaged her 
breasts.

“As much as I love this dress, “ he began, tugging at the 
zipper, “I think it’s in the way.”

He kissed every inch of skin he uncovered as he slid the 
fabric over her shoulders, his eyes brightening as he 
exposed the lacy edge of the bra. Removing the dress 
completely, he smiled, his eyes drinking in her form. “My 
goodness, you do know what buttons to push.” He said, 
bringing his lips to suck on the hard nipple that peeked 
through the lace. She gasped, arching her back, pushing 
her nipple farther into his mouth.

“Oh, slow down, baby.” He moved to the other nipple, 
sucking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. 
He walked his fingers up the inside of her thigh, feeling 
her wetness seeping through the thin panties. Pushing the 
panty aside, he slipped a finger between her smooth lips, 
sliding up to stroke her hard clit. She moaned happily.

A second finger joined the first, sliding into her 
depths, his thumb moving to stroke her slit as he worked 
his mouth down her body. Her breathing came faster and 
faster, her body twisting under his manipulations. “Cum 
for me, baby.” He whispered. “Cum for me.”

“Oooooh!” She thrust her hips up, driving his fingers 
deeper into her pussy. Her moaning and squirming made the 
candles flicker, the light dancing around them. Pulling 
his wet fingers from her pussy, he replaced them with his 
tongue, eagerly lapping the sweet juice that flowed out. 
Licking and sucking and nibbling, he kept her right on 
the edge, feeling her body twitch when sucked on her 
sensitive love button, her every moan music to him.

“Please,” she cried, her fingers twisting into his hair. 
“Don’t drag this out anymore... I can’t take it!” His 
only response was to laugh, nibbling on the inside of her 
thigh. “Please honey!” she begged.

“Shhh....” He gave her what she desired, letting her 
climax around his thumb, holding his tongue where he 
could catch her cum. “Feel better, now?” He asked.

She could only moan a response, still having aftershocks 
from her orgasm. She sighed as his hard cock slid into 
her, bringing her legs to wrap around his waist. “I feel 
much better now.” She said, smiling up at him. Squeezing 
with him with her legs, she laughed. “I’ve got you where 
I want you!”

“Oh really?” He moved slowly, enjoying the delightfully 
obscene sounds that came with each thrust. “I thought I 
had you where I wanted you.”

“Well, maybe.” she kissed his laughing mouth, running her 
hands across his shoulders. His strokes began to move 
faster, his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. 
With a gasp, her pussy began to spasm around his cock, 
squeezing the cum from him as they climaxed together.

Looking down into her eyes, he saw the love and lust she 
had for him, and he kissed her again. “Be my Valentine?” 
He asked.

She smiled, seeing the same in his eyes. “Always.”

Welcome Home

They’d been separated only a few days, but he was anxious 
to get home. She met him at the airport, half-running to 
meet him. Throwing herself into his arms, they hugged, 
and she whispered in a throaty voice, “I want you.”

He smiled, feeling the instant reaction in his own body. 
Apparently, she’d missed him, too.

Then his smile turned into a groan. He had to stop by his 
employer’s house, and give him a quick report of his 
trip. “I know.” She answered when he told her. “But I 
still want you.”

He maintained his smile through claiming his luggage, 
getting it across the terminal and out into the parking 
garage. “I could tell him I took a later flight. Or my 
flight came in late. Or...” She only smiled and laughed 
at his suggestions, leading him to one of the darker 
corners of the garage, opening the trunk of her car. 
Cramming the luggage in the small space, he managed to 
get the trunk closed, then joined her in the car.

No sooner had the door closed then her hand was in his 
lap, opening his slacks, removing his stiff member. 
Though it was awkward, she twisted in the seat, her hip 
wedged against the steering wheel, bringing her soft lips 
down around his hard cock. He moaned with surprise and 
delight, feeling her tongue licking the pre-cum off 
slowly. He leaned back and closed his eyes, simply 
enjoying her ministrations.

Because of the difficult angle, she couldn’t take him 
completely in her mouth. But he felt the back of her 
throat at the head of his cock, and, ever so gently, the 
edge of her teeth as she raised her head. It wasn’t long 
before his muscles tensed, and he shot wads of heavy cum 
into her mouth. He could feel her throat working as she 
swallowed, and she didn’t raise her head until he was 
finished.

“That should help you make it through the chat with your 
boss.” She said, kissing the tip of his nose. He could 
smell his cum on her breath. “But,” she said, starting 
the car and backing out while he re-arranged himself, “I 
still want you.” He groaned happily.

The boss, pleased by the young man’s job performance, 
insisted the couple stay for dinner. She behaved herself 
through dinner, but during drinks afterward, she leaned 
over and whispered again, “I want you.”

They left in a hurry.

He grabbed her as they entered the house, spinning her 
around and pinning her against the front door. He kissed 
her hard, rubbing his hands up and down her sides, 
pulling her shirt from her jeans. Letting his mouth trail 
down to her collar bone, he unbuttoned her shirt, kissing 
down between her breasts, across the top of the bra, down 
her stomach. “So you want me, huh?” He asked, teasingly.

She nodded, pressing her head back against the door as he 
unzipped her jeans, tugging them down around her hips. He 
helped her step out of them, throwing them across the 
room. “I want you.” She answered. “I need you.”

He grinned, his finger probing inside her wet underwear. 
One quick tug and they were gone, and, lifting one long 
leg over his shoulder, he buried his tongue inside her 
wet pussy. She gasped in delight, bracing herself against 
the door. One finger he worked into her tight ass hole, 
and he sucked on her clit, making her shiver.

He was waiting as she came, his tongue lapping up the 
juices as they poured down her thighs. He half supported 
her, hands on her hips, as her body convulsed. “What a 
great welcome home!” He said when she’d regained her 
composure.

She helped him stand, a wicked smile in her eyes. “Oh 
honey.” She sighed. “That was just the warm-up.” 
Laughing, they ran for the bedroom.


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