Can't talk now....I'm all tied up

Sometimes, I’m kinda naughty.

Sometimes, I can think of nothing more fun that torturing you.
Sometimes? ……Who am I kidding? I love to drive you crazy anytime.

Tonight was one of those nights.

You and I had a party to go to and you didn’t especially want to go. For our mutual amusement, I thought I’d make it a little more fun for you.

After we’d gotten out of the car, you came around and took my hand and I pulled you into a hug, putting my arms around your neck. Never one to refuse my embrace, you reciprocated willingly. I nuzzled your neck gently then whispered in your ear, “When we get home, I want you to tie me up and do unspeakably naughty things to my exposed and helpless body.”

You froze for a moment, then pulled back to look at me and make sure I was serious. Assuring yourself that it wasn’t a joke, you tried to nudge me back into the car. “Oh, no,” I said, “You have to be on your best behavior at this party or the deal is off.”

(I figured this would make things more interesting.)

The rest of the party was tantalizingly good fun for me. At every opportunity, I would lean to you and say something like, “Legs wide open,” or “Oily breasts,” or the ever-popular, “Your delicious cock in my mouth.”

It was gratifying to see you struggle to maintain your outward calm while your mind raced with things that lay ahead.

Occasionally, you slipped your hand under my summer skirt to cop a feel when nobody was looking. I mostly played hard to get.

You are so much fun to tease.

I love to see that look of want in your eyes, almost a desperation, yet secure in the knowledge that you will be well-rewarded for your behavior.

As we began our drive home, I leaned back in my seat and said, “That was a really nice party, don’t you think?”

There was a distinct pause before you replied, “Yeah, nice party. Oh, and you are sooo going to pay.”

Blink, blink, blink. “Whatever do you mean?” I replied with feigned innocence.

I couldn’t wait to get home.

After we came in, I went into the bathroom for a few minutes and began taking off my make-up. I heard you rummaging around in the bedroom, so I called out, “Nice party, huh? I’m kinda tired though. Can’t wait to just go to sleep. Yup, really really tired.”

I came out into the bedroom as I said this and saw that you had other plans. “Nice try,” you said, stepping towards me. “Lay down on the bed. NOW!”

I pretended to be reluctant as I slowly moved towards the bed. “What’s going on?” I asked, all big-eyed and innocent.

“Tease ME all night, will ya! I told you that you were going to pay and I meant it!”

You grabbed each one of my arms and tied them with silky scarves to the rings that we keep there (they came with the bed….honest).

When both of my arms were secured, you gave a little yank to my skirt and tossed it onto the floor, exposing my tiny g-string that I wore just for the occasion. (I don’t find them comfortable, but they’re sexy as hell.)

You unbuttoned my shirt, one slow button at a time and unhooked my front-clasp bra, allowing my breasts their freedom. One of the things I love about you is how you treat my breasts. You treat them with such reverence, like you can’t believe that you get to touch them and play with them. With your hands gently kneading them, you bent forward and gave me a kiss that made my head spin. Your lips are so soft and when you kiss me, I can feel you reaching out to connect with me. I can feel it throughout my whole body. It’s a taste of the divine.

After you have worked me up into a slippery lather with your kisses and your caresses, you stripped off your pants and straddled my chest. Slowly, ever so slowly, you brought your cock to my lips, where I started circling your head with my tongue.

Once I had my tongue and my lips all over you, I sucked a little to pull you in. It was hard for me to play with you as I would have liked, since I didn’t have use of my hands, but you seemed to be enjoying the attention.

So much so, that within a few minutes, I could taste your sweet fluids in my mouth. Your taste is so light and sweet and smooth. I really like it. As you were cumming, you squeezed me with your thighs and almost collapsed on top of me. I love to watch your face when you cum. Damn, you’re sexy.

With tremendous effort, you straightened up and slid down next to me, stroking my breast with your hand. I felt your arms go around me, and your leg drape over me as you held me and nuzzled my neck. “Thank you” you said softly, “but don’t think I’m done with you yet.”

Being the gentleman that you are, you went to the kitchen and got me a drink of water with a straw.

You straddled me again at the waist and began to stroke my breasts with your fingers, telling me how beautiful they were. You commented that my skin looked dry, however, so you grabbed the massage oil and drizzled it over each breast.

Taking your time, you used your fingers and your thumbs and rubbed the oil all around them. I closed my eyes, savoring the feel of you. I love the warm touch of your hands on me, the way you cup the sides of my breasts with your hands, trailing them across my nipples in wide circles.

Since I was helpless and since I’d tortured you earlier, you thought it only right that you should masturbate for a little bit using my breasts. You added some oil to your hardening cock and began to slide it between my heavy breasts.

I looked at you lovingly and rolled my eyes in mock annoyance as I watched you enjoying my body. It’s very sexy to see you pleasuring yourself.

When you had, temporarily, gotten your fill of my breasts, you slid off and began to caress the length of my body. You gave me a devilish grin and said how much you liked having me tied up and at your mercy. With me all helpless, I couldn’t do a thing if you wanted to run your fingers up and down the front of my panties.

At that moment, I couldn’t imagine wanting to do anything other than helping you do it…and more. I spread my legs a little father apart to give you better access, which made you smile a wolfish grin. You continued with your fingers, occasionally bringing your nose close to nuzzle and sniff.

My breathing was getting a little rapid and my body was getting a little tense and clammy. “Please please please!” I begged.

You just laughed. You told me you’d make me pay and now you were doing it.

After an interminable amount of time, you told me that it was time to take off my panties. (Thank God!) You grabbed hold of my ankles, and lifted them like you would to change a baby’s diaper. (Not a sexy thought, but still descriptive.)

When my legs were up high, you started to slide my panties off of my hips and down my thighs, leaving all of my parts entirely exposed.

At this point you stopped and said that you had an idea. You reached over and grabbed another long scarf, quickly tying my ankles together with one end and bringing the other end up to the headboard. Thank goodness for me that it was a long scarf!

When you were done, I was left with both legs high in the air and everything I had left wide open and vulnerable.

I was so aroused that I thought I couldn’t take anymore.

I was mistaken.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen such a look on your face. You looked excited, a little surprised and totally fiendish. I adored you completely at that moment.

As a side note, one of the things I love about making love with you is that I can trust you totally and completely with my body. I know, without a doubt, that I can put myself into your hands and you will honor me with exquisite tenderness, even when we’re getting wild and crazy. This is a gift that I have always and will always treasure.

Back to the naughties……

You scooched back to the edge of the bed where you could get a better view of your handiwork.

You stuck your finger in your mouth, then slowly ran your finger around the edge of my lips, causing me to shudder with excitement and mew with need.

You used your other hand to spread my lips, where you moistened your finger again, this time with my juices, sliding it around and between, then slowly inside.

You brought your head down to slowly lick my very wet pussy, as you continued to play with me using your fingers. You found my quivering clit, which you gently sucked on.

I felt an orgasm building, which I knew would be the first of many tonight, so I let it overtake me, quivering and bucking as much as possible given my position.

You paused in your attentions for a few minutes to let me recover, returning to me with a vibrating toy. As soon as I heard the little buzzing sound, I began to get excited again. You caressed my folds with the tip of the vibrator then slid it inside, turning it higher. I know you love to slide toys in and out of me as much or possibly more than I like having it done. We locked eyes for a moment, conveying a tenderness that gripped my heart.

With one vibrator inside of me, you pulled out a second toy and covered my ass with oil. Sometimes a little vibrating pressure down there is just what I need to send me over the edge, not to mention how much you like the feel of that when you’re inside of me.

I was very relaxed at this point, so it took no effort to slide it in. You continued to move the other vibrator in and out of my pussy and began to use your thumb to rub my clit.

You did say that I would have to pay, so I endured all of this pleasure as my due punishment. Or so I told you.

You chuckled a little and started to increase your speed and pressure.

When I began to cum again, this time very hard, you pulled out the vibrator and slid inside, just in time to feel my internal walls do a dance around your cock.

With my legs up high, you were able to drive in deeply, grabbing my hips in the process. You liked to pull out, just leaving the head of your cock inside before plunging back in.

Every time you pulled out, I felt the breath being sucked out of me, as if you took part of me with you.

Having just cum less than an hour before, we were both pleased at your staying power. I loved feeling you plunge inside of me. I only wished at that moment that my hands were free so I could touch you more.

I know you love to hear me talk dirty to you, so I began to remind you of things just past, of how you tasted in my mouth, and how exposed and vulnerable I felt when you started to take off my panties.

You held me close as you reached your climax -- my body still twitching and shaking from my own release (again) just moments before. I still can’t believe how often and how easily I cum when I’m with you. It’s like all you have to do is ask.

You removed the toy, untied my hands and legs and melted into my total body embrace. I covered you with kisses and we shared some endearments, expressing our feelings as much through our loving touches as through our words.

However much I paid, it couldn’t have been enough.

What I got back from you was …. Priceless.

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A Sexy Striptease

You’re the type of guy who likes to watch. You know it and I know it. The good news is that I like to give you good things to watch. Most of the time, you watch and participate, but sometimes ….. you just like to watch.

Tonight was one of those nights. I was really horny, as I’d been thinking about you on and off throughout the day, hoping for a little fun tonight. When you walked through the door that night, I could see it wasn’t likely going to happen. You look exhausted and had had a really hard day.

You said that all you wanted to do was to kick back and watch a little boob tube.

That gave me an idea.

“Would just a little boob do?” I asked. You laughed, but you stopped when you saw the look in my eye. Your look changed to one more of intrigue. “Oh?” you responded, “Okay, but you have to do all the work.” I just gave you one of my looks of infinite wisdom, with a smile to match.

After dinner, I excused myself to our bedroom to get things ready. After about a half hour, I invited you to see what I had waiting for you.

The lighting was low, the bed was made and there was a very comfy chair facing the bed in the center of the room. When you came in, I was standing on top of the bed, wearing a stretchy short skirt and a deep v-necked, button-down, short-sleeved shirt. I gestured for you to sit down, then I clicked the remote in my hand and filled the room with sexy music.

I love to dance. I always have. Since I know you don’t, we compromise and sometimes I dance for you. This is one of those times.

You smiled hugely as you sat in the chair. There was a small table next to the chair that held a cold glass of water and a tube of slippery stuff.

As the music played, I started to sway my hips to the rhythm. I let my head roll with the music, my hair lightly swinging behind me. As I spread my legs, dipping and swaying, the hem of my skirt creeped higher up my strong thighs.

I started to move my hands on my thighs, then inside my thighs, up my hips and my chest, gently squeezing my breasts, all the while my hips swaying to the music. I love to dance. I love even more having you watch me dance – imagining me naked, imagining having me standing over you (naked) doing this same dance. I can tell you’re thinking it by the wicked look in your eye. That, and the bulge that has very quickly emerged in your pants.

I move off the bed, directly in front of you, still swaying and moving, my skirt riding higher on my thighs. I turn around, spread my legs and bent deeply at the waist, hands touching the floor. My short skirt slid right up to my wiggling ass, which was conveniently pointed right at your face. You reach out and put one hand on my cheek, squeezing gently. With your other hand, you moistened your finger in your mouth, then slid it in my pussy. I let you do it for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling, then stood up and said playfully, “Oh, come on now. You know the rules. No touching. I don’t want to have to call the bouncer on you.”

You laughed and promised to be good.

The dance continued.

I faced you again, moving my hips, and began to slowly unbutton my blouse, dramatically pausing after each one and squeezing my breasts.

When I reached the last button, I shimmied it off of my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I was wearing a cupless bra – bright red. My breasts stood firm and proud, with my nipples tight and hard.

I squeezed my breast with one hand and gave my nipple a lick, which made you squirm in your seat a little. I know you love it when I do that.

As the music played, I shimmied out of my skirt, showing you a pair of crotchless panties that beautifully matched the bra.

I moved towards you, shaking to the music, and did a shimmy shake with my breasts in your face. You showed considerable restraint, managing to keep your hands firmly in your lap.

I turned around and swiveled my ass on your lap for a minute or so, then moved back towards the bed.

I stood on the bed, looked you dead in the eye, and slowly started to move my panties down my hips, swaying as I went.

You reached out, glad for the glass of cold water on the table, which you drank greedily.

After I took them completely off and tossed them towards you, I got down on my hands and knees, turned around and started to reach for the bedside table.

You took this opportunity to jump out of the chair, remove your pants and scoot the chair right up to the edge of the bed.

While I was still facing away from you, I squeezed a little lube on my hand and reached under to slide my fingers around. I did this for a few minutes, as you got your own lubricated hand working on your cock.

I flipped onto my back and inched to the end of the bed, where you were drooling appropriately. My legs were spread very far apart, giving you a wickedly good view.

As you watched and stroked your cock, I worked my fingers between my lips, slipped my finger inside, and rubbed my clit in tight little circles. When I looked at you, you felt it and pulled your eyes from my show for a moment to look at me lovingly, before you went back to the activities at hand (so to speak.)

I reached out my other hand and took my favorite vibrator, covered it with oil, then moved it back and forth across my clit and my lips, before sliding it inside of me.

I moved it in and out and arched my hips to meet it, while I rubbed my clit with my other hand.

I was very excited. I could tell this was going to be a very good one. I felt myself getting close several times, but I wanted to let it build.

“May I please?” you said and reached out to touch the vibrator.

“Okay, but no touching.” You leaned forward and took the vibrator, moving it in and out, loving the sloshy sound that it made going in and out. That’s another good thing about using a lot of lube.

I continued to rub my clit while you worked the vibrator in and out. Not being able to stand it, you were already on your knees in front of me, as close as you could get without bumping your nose. You reached out your finger, got it slick with the lube and my own juices, and slowly slid your finger in my ass.

Well, that did it.

I came so hard that my world seemed to both stop and spin out of control at the same time.

Yours didn’t, however. You sprang into action, seizing the moment. You pulled out the vibrator, then pulled out your finger, and slid yourself home. I reached my legs up and you grabbed my ankles, thrusting yourself deep inside of me, feeling the waves of my orgasm grip you with their intensity.

It took you about 4 seconds to climax and join me. When you were done, I wrapped my legs around you and held you close.

“Feeling better?”

A perfect end to any day.

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A Romantic Evening with Toys

I’ve been thinking about it for hours, looking forward to when you were coming home. I greet you with hugs and kisses and have a nice dinner planned. A nice, light dinner, just for the two of us. The kids are conveniently elsewhere and the candles are lit in the bedroom.

As I lead you into the bedroom, our eyes lock ………………. and I can tell you’ve been thinking about it too. Your eyes are very dark and smoldering and you have a predatory look in your eye that I find exciting. I excuse myself to slip into something more comfortable.

I come out a few minutes later wearing something that seems to cover a lot, but in fact covers very little. While I’ve been gone, you’ve been busy.

I look on the bedside table and I see massage oil, three of my favorite vibrating toys, lubricating slippery stuff and silky strips of material.

Yes, you have definitely been thinking about it.

I step towards you and put my arms around your neck. I bury my nose in your neck, inhaling your male scent, mixed with a light smell of my favorite cologne. Mmmmmmm.

You return my snugs, then ask me to step back to you can admire my outfit. The filmy over ‘jacket’ is black with a tie at the neck. You reach forward and pull the string, letting it fall open in front. You slowly put your hands on my shoulders, pushing back the material, letting it fall to the ground. Underneath, I’m wearing a short, black dress, made of something stretchy and thin. Thin spaghetti straps hold it up. You can clearly see the outline of my nipples underneath the material. You reach out and trace them with your finger and they pucker tightly at your touch. You move up and put your hand on my face, pulling me into a tender kiss. Your lips are so soft and gentle and I ache to feel them on the rest of me.

I reach out to touch you, but you catch my hand, kiss it and say, “Not tonight. Tonight, you are mine to play with.” I feel a tremor of excitement run through me, thinking about what naughties you have in mind.

You tell me to lay down on my back on the bed and you take one end of one of the ties, tie it around my wrist, through the bed frame and back around my other wrist. It’s different than how you usually do it, but you won’t tell me why. Then you blindfold me. I love it when you blindfold me. I am at your mercy.

The first thing you do is slide your hands up my thighs and under my dress. There’s something naughty about having your hands underneath my clothes. As your hands reach my pussy, your fingers brush along the silk of my g-string. “Oh, what have we here. We can’t have that,” you say as you slide them off my hips, down my legs and onto the floor. “There. Much better.” You reach your hands up again and feel the small section of tight curls. You continue to push my dress up until your hands reach my breasts. You knead them gently as I moan with pleasure. You pull my dress all the up so you can get your mouth on my nipples, as you stretch yourself across the length of me. There’s something naughty about the idea that you still have clothes on and I’m totally naked and vulnerable.

I love the way you touch my breasts. You take your time, enjoying being able to look, and touch and play with them. My arms are over my head and the blindfold is in place. I am at your mercy.

After you have suckled my breasts for awhile, you move slowly down my body, enjoying the feel of my skin under your fingers. You leave goosebumps in your wake. When you get to my pussy, you brush you fingers along the outside, knowing that it will drive me wild with anticipation. You nudge my legs apart and slowly stroke the insides of my thighs, knowing how much I want you to touch me and lick me. You’re making me wait for it, ask for it --- beg for it. You get up and get a drink of water, knowing that leaving me exposed and waiting for you drives me crazy. You stand and stare at me for a few minutes, thinking of things to come. Knowing how much I want you makes you hard.

Finally, you settle down between my legs and spread my pussy lips apart and slowly and gently start licking me. I buck up at the first flick of your tongue, gasping. You use your thumb to rub my clit, knowing how much I love it. I love to have you masturbate me. You continue until you see me getting clammy and tense, then you slip your finger inside so you can feel it when I cum. Watching me cum so easily for you and so often makes you feel powerful and masculine. You want more. This is good because I’m not even close to being finished.

You tell me to turn over. That’s why you left so much play in the ties. You didn’t want to have to untie me first. As I roll over, you put a special pillow under my hips to lift them up higher so you can see what you’re doing.

You get the bottle of massage oil and pour it liberally all over my ass. I love to be rubbed with massage oil. You hands are everywhere. You slide your fingers down the crack of my ass and all over my ass cheeks. You use your hands to spread the lips of my pussy apart so you can see and touch. “Oh YES!” I say with great enthusiasm. I love it when you spread me wide. Just knowing that you’re getting off looking at me turns me on even more.

Then you get one of the vibrating toys and you put it in my pussy, sliding it in and out as I squirm and move with it. Seeing how much I’m enjoying it, you get the other toy and masturbate my clit from the outside with it. One toy inside, one toy outside – no mercy. I cum again very hard. When the waves have receded, you give me a break for a minute and continue rubbing my ass.

You want to be inside of me, but it’s not time yet.

You reach for the third toy, cover it with slippery stuff, then slowly put it in my ass, turned on high.

Now it’s time.

You cover your hard cock with slippery stuff, put the rest on, in and around my very wet pussy, then you slide in from behind. It’s very tight and very wet and you can feel the vibration of the toy on your cock. This makes you crazy. You hold onto my hips and pound into me while I’m straining to meet you.

“Bang me, babe. Bang me hard. More. Yes.”

You hold my hips tight and climax. The world stops and time stands still. You collapse on top of me, then slide off to the side and remove the toy. You untie my wrists and pull me close, where we begin to kiss and touch and hold each other.

We’re already both thinking about next time.

Give it an hour.

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Beach House Sex

Hotel sex is the best. No kids. No phone. Clean towels a few feet away and no place that you have to be.

The only thing better than hotel sex is vacation sex in the beautiful beach house you rented for us for the weekend. I have been looking forward to this all week and I know you have too. To set the mood, we took a long walk on the beach and played tag with the waves.

When we returned to the beach house, we enjoyed a candlelight dinner and my favorite flavor of wine cooler.

I really enjoy spending time with you. We held hands, laughed and your smile lit your eyes making you look so incredibly sexy. My mind was beginning to race, thinking about things to come. (Me, hopefully – more than once.)

To that end, I excused myself to ‘powder my nose’ and went into our bedroom.

I stripped off my clothes and put some perfume in all the right places, brushed my hair, then brushed my teeth. (Fresh is good.) I also applied some very bright red lipstick. (I like to leave my mark.)

I put on a pair of my favorite little butt shorts. They have a zipper that starts in the back and zips all the way around to the front. I put on my black cupless bra to go with it, along with the highest high-heel shoes I own. I can’t walk far in them, but damn they look hot.

I’m feeling really wicked tonight. Since I know how much you like to undress me, I slipped on a VERY thin, white tank top and filmy skirt that wasn’t much longer than the shorts.

I did my sexiest walk to the sliding glass door and struck a pose. “Up for dessert?” I asked and gave you a smile. You jumped to your feet with a goofy look on your face. You looked like a little kid at Christmas. The difference being that your cock was rock-hard and practically shooting out of your shorts.

“You look sexy,” you said once you recovered your voice.

“And you look uncomfortable” I replied, doing my best to look concerned. I took a few steps forward, grabbed the cushion off the chair, and dropped it on the floor at your feet. “Let me help you,” I said as I dropped to my knees.

I pulled out your cock, dropping your swim trunks to the floor. We were mostly covered by the shade of the overhang, and our porch was a bit up the sand, but it was still exciting to think that someone could come along at any moment and catch us.

I grasped your cock with one hand and your balls with the other, as I took you in my mouth. I circled the head of your cock with my tongue, then took you deep in my mouth. You hand was on my hair and you were looking down at me as I moved my mouth up and down over your shaft. I paused to look up at you, with my tongue sticking out, licking you like a Popsicle – very very slowly. You tasted really good.

At this point, you thought I was going to stop, but I knew you’d been thinking about this weekend for longer than I had, so I thought you might appreciate it if I took the edge off a bit. Judging by the strong exhaling of your breath when I took you back into my mouth, I’d say you did.

My hand is slippery from all the saliva coming out of my mouth, so I’m able to use my hand to twist the silky skin of your cock back and forth as I take you deep into my throat. You love the twisty thing. After a few more minutes of this, I can feel your orgasm start to build. You tell me you’re going to cum and start to pull out of my mouth, but I keep a strong grip and take you back into my mouth. Within moments, you fill my mouth with your warm fluid. I can tell you’ve been eating well lately because your taste is light and sweet. I do love to watch you when you cum. You are so incredibly sexy.

You help me to my feet and wrap your arms around me, holding me close. I took your hand and started to walk inside, when I noticed you had to take tiny little steps behind me, which made me laugh. (Your shorts were still around your ankles.)

When we got in the room, I took a few steps ahead to be sure to give you a good rear view. Then I bent down to, uh, tie my shoe, giving you an even better view.

You stepped out of your shorts and strode up behind me very quickly. “I’m going to do very naughty things to you” you tell me, with a fiendish look in your eye. “Thank God,” I said, “And here I was afraid you were done.” There’s nothing you like better than a challenge.

With that said, you put your arms around me and kissed me very passionately. We kissed for quite a little while, adding to my slipperiness and making my breasts to start to ache.

You stepped back and pulled off my shirt, seeing the cupless bra lift my breasts up high, like a gift for your mouth. A gift you received very well.

You reached your hands down to my thighs and worked your hands up, looking for my ass. When you came to my shorts and you felt the zipper, I felt you pause and look at me with a giant smile on your face. “You naughty thing,” you said, as you tugged down my skirt. “I’m going to stick toys in you.”

I first lay down on my back so you could run your hands up and down my body, nudging my legs apart. You love to have total access to my body. You slid you hands up my thighs and ran both of your hands under my shorts, using your thumb to gently rub my clit, while the other hand gently strokes inside my lips with the tips of your two fingers.

You bent your head down, pulled the shorts to the side, and flicked your tongue where it would do the most good. At the first feel of your tongue, I arched up and threw my head back. I’d been thinking about this all day. After a moment I relaxed some and spread my legs a little wider. You licked me and rubbed my clit until you could feel me getting ready to explode. It didn’t take long. My breathing became fast and my body clammy and tense.

When you stuck your finger inside of me, I was done for. When I relaxed from the aftershocks, you told me to turn over. You weren’t done with me yet.

You grabbed a pillow and threw a towel over it, then shoved it under my hips. You wanted me to be comfortable because you planned on being there awhile.

You nudge my knees farther apart and reach over my back to gently squeeze my breasts, which are hanging down. When you sit back up, I look over my shoulder at you with my eyes shining. You are so good to me.

As you got off the bed, in search of toys, you told me not to move. You found them quickly, along with some lovely-smelling slippery stuff. You hopped back on the bed and nudged my knees just a little farther apart. You always like me to be completely exposed and at your mercy.

Just the thought of it makes me ache.

You came up behind me and ran your fingers up the bottoms of the shorts, squeezing my ass cheeks. “Hmmm,” you said, “I can’t really see what I’m doing here.” So slowly, very slowly, you began to unzip the back of my shorts, exposing just an inch or so of the crack of my ass. “Yes, that’s better,” you said as you opened the oil and let it drip down my crack.

“Oh, but I can’t reach to spread the oil around,” you said, in that same light voice. At this point, I’m starting to wiggle my heinie to entice you. You reached out and unzipped me a little farther, enough to expose my tight little asshole, covered with oil.

You use your thumb to rub the oil around and gently pushed you thumb in, to see how relaxed I was. Still, you said you didn’t seem to have enough room to work, so you unzipped the shorts farther to expose my already slippery girl parts. You poured more oil and rubbed it over my ass, spreading me farther apart, watching, touching. You pulled out the first vibrator, turned it on and slowly worked it in and out of my pussy. I wiggled with pleasure. I love having you stick toys in me. It’s such an incredible turn on.

You grabbed the second toy and moved it around on my clit, driving me wild. I felt a small orgasm rip through me, which you noticed with glee. “Oh yeah, babe. I love it when you cum for me. Good girl.”

With the vibrator on the outside and one on the inside, I could hardly contain myself. I felt the pressure build like a volcano ready to erupt. When you watched me begin to explode, you pulled out the vibrator and took your place inside.

There’s nothing sexier than feeling my internal walls doing a belly dance on your cock …. or so you tell me.

You grabbed my hips and drove inside of me while I looked over my shoulder at you. You look so damn sexy with your chest all pumped up and the sweat glistening off of you. I could cum again just watching you.

Just before you were going to cum, you pulled you, flipped me over, and drove right back in. I wrapped my legs around you on that final thrust and held you close.

I do so love to feel your orgasms. You do it with more than your body – you do it with your whole soul and it’s beautiful to watch. I’m so very glad that you’re my lover. I wouldn’t change that for the world.

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Date Night -- Having Fun with Oil

It was a Friday night and you decided to take me out to dinner. I dressed up for the occasion and wore that peach-colored dress that you like. I like it because it shows my cleavage off to good advantage and it flows like silk around my body when I walk. You like it because you can, without much thought at all, imagine stripping it slowly off my body.

That’s a good reason too.

Dinner was at one of our favorite restaurants and we were lucky to get our favorite booth in back. Since it was warm, I hadn’t worn any nylons, so I enjoyed the warm breeze on my legs, coming in from the patio doors.

We ordered quickly and held hands while we waited for our food. Well, I should say that you held ONE of my hands.

Your other hand appeared to be in your lap. In reality, your finger was sliding up the inside of my thigh. I gave you one of those ‘hey, what are you doing?’ looks, to which you gave me your patented ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about’ looks, while your finger continued its trek up my thigh.

When you reached the top of my thigh, you stopped and your expression turn to one of surprise. “Oops,” I said, “I must’ve forgot.” A smile spread across your face and lit your eyes mischievously.

Just then the waitress appeared with our food. “Can you make that ‘to go’ please?”

The drive home seemed both long, yet very pleasant. As you drove I had reclined the seat of the car to make it easier for your hands to reach me. You enjoyed the unprecedented access that I was offering you. You weren’t sure what you’d done to invite this behavior, but you wanted to find out so you could do it again.

When we got home, I pushed you down on the bed and dived on top of you. I couldn’t wait to kiss you. Your lips were soft and inviting. I ran my tongue along your lips, then slowly and sensually pressed my lips against yours. When we kiss, I always feel so connected and so intimate with you. I feel the beat of your heart and feel the strength of your emotions pouring forth. Kissing me is one of the sexiest things that you do. In between passionate kisses, I like to kiss you gently while we look into each other’s eyes. It warms my heart and turns me on like nothing else.

But don’t get me wrong, there ARE other things that turn me on, and I was anxious to explore some of them. I moved to your neck and started nibbling and gently biting my way down. You have the sexiest neck – perfect for nibbling on. As I move down your neck, my body squirms over yours, enjoying the feel of your body under mine.

Your hands slide down my back and cinch up the bottom of my dress to expose my bare bottom underneath. Both hands squeeze my ass, which spurs me on.

I reach for your hand and take your finger in my mouth. I slowly suck your finger, pulling with my mouth and running my tongue around it, occasionally letting my teeth scrape along your skin.

You like this. You like this very much.

After I have attended to all of your fingers, you are burning for me. You take my face in your hands and kiss me firmly, then slide out from underneath me.

“Get up.” I comply of course, ready to please you. “Put your hands on your head. I must have you naked.” I love it when you want to be in charge. I stand up and put my hands on my head and wait. You kneel down in front of me and slowly let your fingers drift up my thighs, catching the hem of my dress in your hands. You pause for a moment at my heat, letting your fingers drag lightly over my trimmed curls.

My breath comes a little faster at your touch, just as it always does.

You get to your feet as you continue your trip up my body, exposing more of it as your go. When you got to my breasts, your hands slid over the lace of my strapless bra, then continued, pulling my dress up over my head. For now, you wanted me to leave the bra on.

You ran your hands down the front of my body, touching my stomach and my hips, my thighs and my calves. Tonight, it seems, was going to be all about touching. I love it when we touch each other. My skin starts to tingle in anticipation.

With my help, you slipped out of your clothes, then excused yourself to go get the massage oil.

When you returned, I resumed my standing position with my legs slightly apart, to give you access to anything you wanted to touch. You poured some oil in your hands and started applying it to my calf, slowly and methodically covering me up to the top of my thigh.

Then, to torture me, you stopped at the top and started with the other leg. Again, you stopped at the top of my thigh, laughing when I made a small noise of frustration.

You poured more oil in your hand, cupping it under my aching girl parts. OMG that felt good. You let your finger slide between my lips, rubbing up and down, sliding a finger or two inside as I moved my hips to accommodate you. You are so damn good at that. While your fingers slid up and down, your thumb found my nub and you pressed firmly on it, then moved in a circular pattern. I put my arms on your shoulders and buried my face in your neck. I felt the pressure build, my back muscles began to tense, and you slid your finger inside just as I reached the point of release. My breath caught and my body froze for a moment as the waves passed through me. “I love it when you cum for me,” you said, as you slid your finger out of me.

But we weren’t done yet.

You continued to apply the oil all over my tush – I could feel it sliding down my crack, making me giggle.

I unhooked my bra and let my breasts hang free, as you made your way up my body. Before you covered my breasts with oil, you took a few minutes to take each one in your mouth, sucking gently, but firmly. You have the most wonderful mouth.

The oil wasn’t the only thing making me slippery.

After I was covered completely with oil, I returned the favor.

Your calves and your thighs and your cute little butt, were all slathered with oil. I poured more in my hands and cupped your cock and balls with both hands, letting you feel the slippery oil wash over you. I spent a few minutes stroking you until you were close to your release, but then stopped, wanting to save the rest for me.

We lay down on the bed (not caring about the sheets) and wrapped our arms around each other. Feeling my breasts slip and slide over your chest is a delight, as well as the feel of your strong thighs under mine.

With you being so hard and me being so wet, it didn’t take long for our slippery parts to find each other. You slid in seamlessly and I wrapped my legs around you. You moved slowly, allowing our bodies to remain in contact, enjoying the slippery sensation of the oil. You always feel incredibly good to me.

You know how much I like being on top, so with much giggling, we managed to slip and slide our way into the new position.

I first lay down across your chest and let us move together, then I sat up and began to masturbate while moving my hips back and forth. Your hands were on my hips, then my back, then my breasts – everywhere. I love to have your hands on me.

It didn’t take long for us both to climax. (Again, for me – I like to have more than my share, but you don’t seem to mind.)

When we’d both caught our breath and could bear to separate our bodies – you are the most wonderful cuddler – we hopped in the shower together to get cleaned up.

THAT’s another story…….

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Evening Romp

One of the best things about the day coming to a close is getting to curl up in bed with you. I love to lie on my side, with you on your back, nuzzling my head into the crook of your shoulder, one arm and leg draped over you.

That’s when we get to talk quietly and share some of the events of the day that we might not have had a chance to discuss earlier.

Once such night, I was curled around you as always and we were talking about something funny that’d happened that day. I could feel the rumble of your chest when you laughed quietly and hear the smile in your voice when you spoke.

Whenever I see you like this, relaxed and light, I’m reminded of why I chose to be with you and my heart warms at the thought.

While we talk, your hand gently strokes my hair and trails down my spine – my finger making little circles on your chest, playing with your nipple.

“You know what I was thinking?” you ask, your hand moving lower down my spine. “Hmmm?” I respond, my leg starting to rub gently on your shin and calf.

“I was thinking about that time at the beach house last summer. I was thinking about your ass in those tiny little zippered shorts. Dang that was hot.”

You moved your hand down further to stroke my butt cheek and I raised my leg up a bit to let you get a firm grasp. It now draped across your hips. “It was, wasn’t it?” When I skooched up, I put my hand on your face and started to nuzzle at your neck. “I loved it when you inched the zipper down just a little at a time. I wish you’d had the little anal vibrator too. That would’ve been really good.”

There’s something incredibly sexy about talking about former or future sexual encounters while lying naked draped over you. I could tell by the insistent poking on my thigh, that you felt the same way.

“There’s also something really sexy about using lots of oil and rubbing it all over you. I love to spread your legs apart and pour oil all over your front and back, inside and out. Remember when we did that and then slipped and slid all over each other until I found my way inside? That was sooo sexy.”

When you said that, I started to kiss your neck and you started to rub my breast. I reached out my hand to the bedside table and gave myself a couple of pumps of massage oil that we keep out. When I reached up, my breast was conveniently in front of your mouth for a few moments, allowing you to get a very full taste of my breasts. You have the SEXIEST mouth and such a gentle and loving touch.

When I finished getting my squirt (and you getting your suckle), I returned to my place curled up with you. My oily hand reached down under my thigh and coated your cock and balls with oil. “I like putting oil on you too,” I said cupping your balls lightly. I wiped the rest of the oil on my ass and my girl parts and we continued with our conversation. “I believe,” I said, “that you were talking about my ass in those zippered shorts.”

As you reached down to get your own hands oily, trying to stick your finger in my pussy, I started to masturbate myself on your cock, still continuing our conversation.

“Oh, yes,” you replied, “you have the most beautiful ass and there’s nothing I like better than to see it slowly exposed, poking up in the air, begging me to play with it.”

You were really hard at this point and I was enjoying seeing how well you could continue your conversation with my just letting the head of your cock slide just past my lips before moving my hips back, just barely keeping you inside.

“Have I told you how beautiful and sexy you are?” you asked, knowing this game well.

“No you haven’t.” I replied, letting his cock go in a little farther. “Tell me more.”

“I think the most beautiful sight in the world is to see you naked on your back, with your arms tied above your head, blindfolded, and your legs spread wide open.”

“Really?” I replied, pulling my hips back. “Am I only attractive because I let you have sex with me?”

“Oh, God no,” you return. “I just love to give you pleasure. I’m just so delighted that you let me.” With that, I smiled and pushed my hips down, taking in the full length of you. We both took in a sharp breath at the sensation. I just love to feel you inside of me.

We continued to move together and talked more about what we would like to do the next time we were together. You told me how much you enjoyed my last striptease and said how sexy it would be if I would let you lay on the bed while you stood over me and danced. You love to see me squat above you, having my lips completely open up, glistening with juices.

“And maybe this time, you’ll let me touch you while you move? Maybe have some toys ready to stick them in you if the opportunity presents itself?”

All the while you’re talking and I’m visualizing and moving with you inside of me. You’ve got your hand on my ass, helping us stay together.

“I really want you from behind” you say and slip out from underneath me. You come behind me and you move me so I’m not quite on my stomach, but not quite on my side. One leg is still lifted a bit and you slide underneath. It’s really tight like that. You put your hands on my hip and you keep up a steady rhythm while I take the opportunity to reach down and start to masturbate.

It’s amazing to me how just talking about what we’ve done and what we want to do can get me just as excited as doing it. It’s so easy to visualize and my body naturally responds to any sexual thoughts of you.

When I look up at you, I can see you are thinking the same thing. We almost laughed. “It doesn’t take much, does it?” you said. And I smiled and shook my head. “No, not much at all.”

“You know another thing I liked about the beach house trip?” I asked. He had his head back and his eyes closed. He responded. “Hmm?”

“I loved tasting you when you came.”

You would’ve thought I’d shocked you with a cattle prod. Your body tensed, your breath caught and you gripped my hip with your hands. Apparently you remembered that too.

When you finished and had caught your breath, you looked at me and said, “You haven’t finished yet, have you?” I gave a little pouty mouth and shook my head.

“Well, let me fix that for you.” You picked up a toy and turned it on, slowly working it inside me, me rolling flat on my back. You got down between my legs and started to lick my clit and blow on it, while you worked the vibrator inside.

It didn’t take more than a minute or two before my orgasm exploded -- my head rocked back so hard that I thought I gave myself whiplash.

Like any major earthquake, there were aftershocks and tremors, but after a few minutes, those quieted down too.

You flopped back on your back, looking very pleased with yourself. I returned to my position curled around you like a cat – seemingly boneless.

You stroked my back and I ran my finger in circles around your chest. You kissed me good night and I was quickly lulled to sleep by the comforting sounds of your heartbeat, safe and secure in your arms.

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Potty Naughties

A fancy dinner out -- one of my favorite things. It’s fun to get all dressed up in something really sexy and elegant and to see you dressed up in your nicest slacks and shirt. You look so good all dressed up. (You look good to me anytime.)

We got a cozy booth in the back, where we sat companionably holding hands and talking quietly about unimportant things. You look so attractive to me, sitting there being yourself. I can still smell the faint whiff of your cologne on my fingers from where I touched your face as we sat down.

We ordered dinner and enjoyed our meals, laughing and talking. We always have such a good time when we’re together. As we finished the end of our meals, I slipped my foot out of my shoe and slid my toes under your pant leg, tickling your shin. I watched your face as I did this and saw that your expression flickered for a moment, then returned to its normal expression.

So that’s how it was going to be, eh? The game was on.

I pulled my toes out from under your pant leg and slid them up a little higher on the outside of your pants up to your knee. Your expression never wavered for even a moment this time. We continued to talk about silly things – things far less important than where my toe was right then and where it was going.

You’re good. You’re really good.

When my toe reached your inner thigh, I saw a flicker. Just a little change in your expression. Your eyes held a small question.

It was my turn to be bland.

My mouth continued to make the appropriate sounds, but my brain was engaged elsewhere.

My toes had made it to the end of road. I felt a distinct bulge that wasn’t there when I started. I’ll bet you were glad you were wearing loose pants.

In reply to your last comment about, who knows what, I said, while tapping lightly with my foot, “I sure could use some of that.” At this, your eyes lit up and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. “Hmm” was your reply, but I thought I saw a little something in your eyes.

Did I tell you how much I enjoy looking at you? Your eyes are so expressive and filled with so much….you.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” you said and slid out of the booth. I was momentarily confused. Why would you get up now? Things were just getting good.

“Don’t you need to go too?”

Oh, you are a wicked one, you are.

I followed you to the bathroom, where you ducked inside to see if the coast was clear. It was, so you took my hand and pulled me inside. Fortunately for us, this was a small, quaint restaurant, so the bathroom was single-use and had a lock – which you wasted no time in using.

It took no more than a moment for me to be backed up against the sink with your lips pressed against mine, our hands all over each other. Your hands are sliding up my thighs under my dress and I’m loving the feeling of your fingers caressing my bare skin.

Your touch is feather light and I can feel the goosebumps rising on my skin. When your hands reached my ass, you growl as you feel more bare skin, then you squeeze it and pull me close to you. My hands are all over you, touching you, feeling you, enjoying our closeness. I can’t seem to get enough of you. I tell you how sexy you are – I breathe it in your ear. You pause for just a second as I say that and let out a deep breath.

You pull back for a moment and put your hand on my face, gazing into my eyes. “You are absolutely precious to me” you say and my whole body melts. Your hand slides down my neck, to my chest, where you deftly pull out one of my breasts. You notice quickly the absence of any bra to hold you back. You hold it for a moment, enjoying the softness, commenting on its beauty, then you bend down and slip it in your mouth. You know how much I enjoy that. I arch back and put my hand on the counter, needing the support.

When you lift your head back up, you give me a look of total desire that sets me aflame. I promptly lifted one leg onto the counter, letting my dress ride up my thigh to my waist. You could see my closely shaved pussy just waiting for you.

“Lick me.” I didn’t have to ask you twice. You were down on one knee in a blink and your hot tongue was gently sliding between my lips. Your thumb found my clit and rubbed it until it was very hard, then you took it into your mouth and very gently sucked on it. You liked to blow on it and lick it and cover you face with my juices.

It didn’t take more than a few minutes before I could feel myself ready to explode. You are soo good at that! After the first one and halfway to the second, you came to your feet and kissed me deeply, sharing my taste with me.

“Turnabout is fair play,” I said, “I want some of that,” pointing to the rising mound of your cock.

We quickly switched places and I had your pants around your ankles in nothing flat. I started by running my fingers up the side of your cock, following it with my tongue. I circled the head of your cock with my tongue, just like I know you like, then took you deep into my mouth. If you hadn’t been leaning against the counter right then, you would’ve collapsed backward. I love the look on your face when I take you into my mouth. It’s a look of total contentment and pleasure, made all the better because I know that look is just for me.

I continue unabated for a few until a small groan of pleasure escapes your lips. I can taste your sweet fluid, which I swirl with my tongue.

You pull me to my feet and kiss me again. You can taste yourself this time, which is very sexy.

You flip me around so I’m resting on the edge of the counter, as you slide my dress to my hips and slowly inch your way inside of me. My legs wrap loosely around your waist in answer. I respond with a slow pant, every time you push a little farther in. When you’ve pushed your length in all the way, you close your eyes and hold me there for a moment, enjoying being as close to me as you can be.

Then you move into action, pumping deeply into me, me assisting with my legs, instinctively falling into your rhythm. After a few minutes, you pushed in deeply, then whispered in my ear, “I really want you from behind,” as you planted a kiss on my neck.

You pulled out, I hopped off and turned around and you wasted no motion entering me. From this position, I’m able to masturbate with one hand, while I push back against you with my other hand, which is placed on the counter. As you are sliding inside of me, you reach around to my breasts and free them from the dress, caressing them with one hand and holding my waist with the other. I can see your face in the mirror, your expression matching my own. Our eyes lock for a moment -- we are both so hot for each other.

I can feel your need for release, which brings me to my own climax. When we finished, you just held me for a few minutes, always happy to be close.

A quick clean up afterwards and a small adjustment to our clothing and we were back sitting in our seats, looking at the dessert menu.

I put it down, took your hand and said, “I think I’ve already had mine.” You smiled, put my knuckles to your lips and kissed them softly. “Me too. And it was delicious.”

Sunshine

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