S___ and I haven’t been out that much lately. We are going out tonight. I took this as the per­fect excuse to get clean and shiny. Show­ered, shaved, fixed my hair, then called in S___ to answer a ques­tion, while I stood there com­pletely naked.

I think it was effec­tive, as he had me on the bed with his mouth between my legs in seconds.

Then up, dressed, a bit of make-up, and I’m ready to go, still wet from his mouth.

“You look fan­tas­tic” he says.

His lips brush my neck. His hands lift my hair. He turns me around as his hands cover me; teas­ing both of us. No time for play now, our guests will be here shortly.

“Remem­ber my lips on your pussy” he whis­pers, press­ing me against the wall.

I wont for­get. I imag­ine they will be there again soon, and my mouth will have work to do as well. It should be a fun night.

“Leave the light off please”
“But I…”
“.… no. Off. And please stay quiet”

It was said qui­etly, but I could tell A___ was pout­ing and prepar­ing a rebut­tal, I had no idea how to read L___ though I was sure she was, if any­thing less docile than A___. I could tell also that these instruc­tions would hold for about as long as it took for them to stop kiss­ing in the semi-darkness of the hotel room. Still, I had some thoughts in my head that I wanted to exam­ine and some things I wanted to hap­pen and it required silence and dark­ness; at least for the moment.

And for the moment any­way I had half of that. Enter­ing the hotel behind the women allowed me to stand with the light of the hall­way behind me; illu­mi­nat­ing a con­tin­u­a­tion of the evenings visual plea­sures; a start of the next chap­ter. I was con­tent to stand and watch dur­ing the time it took me to undo my coat and set every­thing off to the side. A___ and L___ needed no assis­tance other than each other. I crossed my arms and waited. A sil­hou­ette statue.

L___ had pushed A___ up against the wall as soon as they were in the hotel room. At this point they weren’t strangers to each oth­ers bod­ies, but they hadn’t yet had a chance to let their hands roam freely over each other, away from the scrutiny of bar or hotel patrons. L__’s hands dis­ap­peared inside A___’s coat and turned the fab­ric into lit­tle hills of motion down her stom­ach and sides as they explored the hid­den par­adise. A___, for her part, was effec­tively pinned and could do noth­ing with her hands out­side of wrap­ping her arms around L___’s neck. A beau­ti­ful pose for sub­mis­sive kisses; kisses and sup­port. Gloves and coats and shoes fell away in between their kisses and fondling and whis­pers. When I sensed the moment about to break I stepped for­ward; gen­tly pulling A___’s arm so that it went down behind her back while reach­ing into her coat to find L___’s hand — mas­sag­ing A___’s flam­ing sex through her dress — and turn it so it was behind her back also. Despite the slow motion of these move­ments the women seemed almost star­tled. I think they had for­got­ten I was there. That, or the click of the door plung­ing us into almost total darkness.

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S___ is in the shower.  I believe we were home a whole five min­utes before he had his cock in my mouth; maybe ten before he had me cum­ming; pos­si­bly twenty before he is ask­ing me what I’m think­ing of right before he starts to cum.

I was in the shower when he got home yes­ter­day, he joined me at the end, but had missed the begin­ning.  Rarely do I play with toys with­out him.  I typ­i­cally don’t find them as sat­is­fy­ing as the real thing and since I can have S___ pretty much when­ever I like I don’t need them.  I enjoy them together though.  I enjoy S___ being able to pen­e­trate me in mulit­ple ways.  I enjoy watch­ing the plea­sure he takes when using them.

My shower this time included a toy though, one that S___ has favored many times.  I was feel­ing quite worked up and I knew he wouldn’t be home for a bit.  I was also feel­ing a bit curi­ous.  Slowly I shaved and washed.  Tak­ing time to enjoy my breasts.  Soap­ing my already slip­pery pussy.  Gen­tly fin­ger­ing my ass as I washed.  I began think­ing of fan­tasies and con­ver­sa­tions.  Things we still haven’t done.  Ways we’ve played; and ways S___ plays.

I keep see­ing him cum.  Hear­ing him as I ride him.  See­ing the dif­fer­ence between cum­ming just from the two of us, and cum­ming with a small dildo in his ass as I fuck him.  I wonder.

This par­tic­u­lar toy has two ends.  One much larger than the other.  Slower I start to fuck myself with the larger end. Tak­ing it fully inside, slowly play­ing, push­ing it in and pulling it out, mak­ing myself more wet than I was before.  I feel ready, I feel as if I could cum.  My pussy gets a break as I slowly start to play with the smaller end.  Care­fully, gen­tly, push­ing it against my tight ass hole.  Lift­ing a leg and bend­ing slightly I push, just a bit, and find resis­tance.  My other hand works, slid­ing between pussy and ass, shar­ing the wet­ness.   I think of how it must feel for S___ to be inside my pussy as this toy is inside him.  I think of the glo­ri­ous pres­sure.  My mind races at the thought of being fucked while this toy does its work as well.

Care­fully I push harder until I feel it inside, just the tip, barely invad­ing.  My breath stops as my fin­gers work.  The excite­ment of some­thing so new, some­thing so taboo to many, takes over and I cum.  My fin­gers dive deeper into my pussy as I barely push the dildo in the tinyest bit further.

Soon I need to breath.  I put away the toy and start to come down.  The thoughts in my head still make me shiver though.  New feel­ings, future pos­si­bil­i­ties, and the mem­o­ries of cum­ming as S___ barely plays with my ass.

Thats what I was think­ing at the moment.

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TXT “Inter­ested in kneel­ing tonight?”
TXT “mmmmm… yeah!”

Stand­ing:

Think­ing about it makes me dizzy. look­ing down and see­ing A___ on her knees with her head tilted up slightly, her eyes closed and her mouth opened a lit­tle bit. Ready. From here I can reach down and run my hands through her hair, mov­ing her head as I please, pulling her closer or push­ing her away using the tips of my fin­gers wrapped around the back of her head. Her hands work quickly to undo my belt and set me free. Her mouth opens wider to accept my cock as I lean in feel­ing her cool wet lips give way to her hot tongue work­ing its way up and down my shaft as she sucks me in, then out to the head, then back in again. Her fin­gers on one hand make a ring to guide me towards the sweet pres­sures while her other hand cra­dles my balls. I could stand here until I cum, shoot­ing a load of hot lava pas­sion down her throat. Feel­ing her suck harder and moan as I fill her up until there’s noth­ing left inside me. She licks me clean after her mouth releases me. She licks her lips involuntarily.

There are other ways to do this, of course. We will be explor­ing those in some detail soon.

I can imag­ine kisses; my hand on her waist; things esca­lat­ing ever so slowly.  As she caresses through lace, my nip­ples harden.  Her fin­ger and thumb takes it gen­tly, pulling a tiny bit, just enhanc­ing the hard­ness.  I tilt my head back and open my mouth fur­ther as I moan qui­etly.  She responds by lick­ing my lips; trac­ing them with her tongue before her mouth meets mine again.

My hand moves from her waist down, find­ing the end of her chemise, fol­low­ing the edge with my fin­gers.  I tug gen­tly at the silk and her body low­ers.  Our mouths still kiss­ing, her fin­ger­tips still teas­ing my nip­ples.  She is beside me now just far enough away so that we can see each other, close enough that a move­ment makes us touch.  Our kiss­ing stops as she pulls away to look.  Her fin­ger­tips rub over my body, and mine echo on hers.  We touch only silk and lace.   The fab­ric trans­fer­ring elec­tric­ity between us.

I move to kiss her neck.  Cov­er­ing her throat from he chin to the tops of the gen­tle curve of her breasts.  Hard kisses, soft kisses, licks, and tiny nib­bles I enjoy her skin.  Her hands tan­gle in my hair as she has me lie back.  Deep kisses on the mouth, mov­ing to my ears, down my neck until her mouth hov­ers above my nip­ples, hard as rocks.  She licks them through the lace. The wet­ness and breath keep­ing them erect.  Then one by one her mouth takes them.  Warm and soft she sucks them, still cov­ered, the lace wet and cling­ing, enhanc­ing them further…

I’m not sure how long I had been lying there unable to quiet my mind; but I found my hand wan­der­ing, mov­ing down between my legs.  I was think­ing about many things.  One image was clos­est to the front though, one in par­tic­u­lar made my fin­gers slide inside with ease.

I’m on my hands and knees, I had beg you to cum on me.  Behind me you kneel, cock in hand, stroking faster and faster.  My chest is on the bed but my ass is held high, my legs are spread, I want to feel you cov­er­ing me.  You slap my ass just a lit­tle then explode, your cum cov­ers my ass and drips down over my pussy.  I can also feel the spray across my back all the way up to my neck.  I remem­bered your mouth and tongue, clean­ing me up but fuck­ing me at the same time.

That mem­ory was the one that got me out of bed and crawl­ing into your lap.

I don’t know what it is about you cum­ming on me.  I think it appeals to the side of me that likes to feel your hand around my throat; the side that loves it when you whis­per how you are going to fuck me;  the side that wants to be tied up and used and made to cum again and again.

I was glad that side was so ready last night.  Deter­mined to have your cock.  Know­ing that if I were to start to unbut­ton you that I would be met with a hard cock.

I liked slid­ing onto you so eas­ily last night.  I hope you enjoyed the surprise.

I woke up alone this morn­ing think­ing about you kiss­ing another woman. I’m not sure why but it may have been because there were two women who kissed briefly in one of the movies we watched this week­end. Theirs was dif­fer­ent though; brief and almost embar­rassed. They were also at a party. In my thoughts this morn­ing there was only you and her and I.

But you weren’t pay­ing atten­tion to me.

There was no sound in the room except for breath­ing and kisses. You were lay­ing back on the bed propped up a bit on some pil­lows, she was off to the side with her head over yours. Your hand were wound into her hair and the other around her waist while one of her hands rested on your breast gen­tly mas­sag­ing you through the lace of your neg­ligee; you were both in silk and lace… cov­ered, but in a reveal­ing way. Her hair fell over your face, but only enough to add mys­tery to the moment. Your eyes were closed.

I could see your mouth slightly open as her lips played with yours, moan­ing between tastes. Your tongues danced around lit­tle bites on gen­tle lips. The inten­sity of your kisses increased with the move­ment of your hands over each other. Your breath­ing became stronger and your moans more pro­nounced. But it was a slow process. I couldn’t account for the time. I was all filled with the soft sweet slow motion of your kisses.

and whis­pers of things to come…

Fac­ing each other in sleep, it starts with lips brush­ing.  Slowly acci­dents turn inten­tional, brushes turn to kisses and hands slowly start to move.  Mine over his chest, barely touch­ing, feel­ing his breath move in and out.  His hands move over my hips, gen­tly caress­ing, fol­low­ing the curves of my body.

Every­thing is in slow motion.  Warm, soft, slow, our move­ments flow sleep­ily.  Kiss­ing as we touch.  Cov­er­ing each other with lips and hands.

He moves on top of me and enters slowly.  He is met with no resis­tance, my body had been wait­ing.  His weight on me is the only pres­sure.  We lie there, con­tent with being.  Slowly we begin to move.  Push­ing into each other.  Qui­etly build­ing pres­sure, build­ing plea­sure, until we come.

Breath escapes as the only indi­ca­tor of our plea­sure.  We roll back to sleep, tak­ing advan­tage of those last few min­utes before I have to leave for work.

It had been a hard week.  Exhaus­tion took over nearly every night.

Slow, unin­ten­tional, pas­sion­ate, and quiet.  The kind of sex that is love began the week­end Fri­day morn­ing.  I haven’t been nearly as tired since then.

I didn’t really know what was hap­pen­ing right away; you were “asleep” in the bed­room and I was lay­ing back on the couch halfway through a movie. But when I heard the door open and looked over you were walk­ing toward me with that look on your face. It was a few short steps to the couch and you kneeled down in your paja­mas and began kiss­ing my stom­ach. The movie disappeared.

Hands and lips over my blue jeans and shirt gave way to open­ing belts and zip­pers and my hand feel­ing your breasts as you took my cock in your mouth; long slow strokes with your lips and tongue while my hands slid under your shirt; your hair a sil­hou­ette against the for­got­ten movie. Soon your pants were off and you were climb­ing on top of me, but the couch wouldn’t be good for this; off into the bedroom.

Down on the bed and both naked, I pull you on top of me and slide inside you eas­ily. I feel like I’m being lulled into a trance of sway­ing breasts and thrust­ing hips and your hot wet pussy wrap­ping my cock as you build up to an orgasm. Before you cum I roll on top of you and set your body to melt­ing and your sighs to moans with one deep strong thrust. You cum all over as I increase my rhythm in time to your cries. Soon I’m fill­ing you and moan­ing in your ear.

After we return to where we were. I’m sorry you had trou­ble sleep­ing. I hope the lov­ing helped, or at least dis­tracted you in wel­come ways.