Naughty Karate

I love to watch you move. Have I told you that?

Of course, I like to watch you move best while you’re naked and inside of me, but if that’s not possible, I like to see you in your karate uniform the most. It’s a unique passion that we both share for the art and there’s something sexy about seeing the one I love, practicing the art I love.

There’s also something erotic about us being in our uniforms, in a formal environment, throwing and striking, blocking and kicking each other. To an outsider, it looks like a brutal art, but to practice it with you is nothing short of the most intimate foreplay.

Practicing techniques together is much like making love. You thrust; I parry. I counter, and you move with it. We put our hands on each other, pushing, pulling and tugging – working up a sweat. I can think of no better way to spend an evening ….. with our clothes on, that is.

We had an evening like that the other night. Class had been a blast. We ran through scores of techniques together, blasting our punches and maintaining contact throughout each move. We kept a bland face to others, but when we were up close, the fire burning in our eyes was explosive. Sometimes it’s difficult to maintain our façade in the presence of others. While our love is no secret, we try to use discretion while others are around.

The other night was a little different, however. At the end of our class, which you taught and I assisted, everybody left almost abruptly. Normally, there is a fair amount of chatting and post-class discussion following a great workout, but this was one of those rare occasions where everybody had someplace to be.

Within minutes of the end of class, we found ourselves all alone in the school. Just you and me and a whole mat full of nobody watching.

“Feel like working out some more?” I asked, as innocent as can be, slowly taking off my belt.

“Sure” was your casual reply, as you sat on the bench to get a drink of water. “What else did you feel like working on?”

I walked to the front and locked the door of the school, making sure the blinds were down.

I gave you a little smile as I undid my gi jacket, carefully setting it on the floor. You watched, suddenly very interested in my ‘technique’. I removed my t-shirt and then my bra, allowing you a moment to look at my sweat-glistened breasts. I reached down and picked up my jacket, putting it on but not tying it. I then picked up my belt, allowing the jacket to fall open, giving you another view. I slowly put my belt back on, a little looser than I would normally wear it.

I then slipped off my gi pants and put them on the bench near you, leaving me just in a tiny pair of red panties. You eyed me hungrily through my performance.

“Let’s work on some sparring and maybe a little grappling.” I said, watching your mouth turn up to a smile.

“I love you,” you said and undid your uniform jacket. You performed the same ritual with removing your t-shirt, putting your jacket and belt back on, then taking off your gi pants and cup. You went one step further and took off your briefs as well. “Aren’t you going to take off your panties?” you asked.

“No. I know you appreciate a challenge. You don’t strike me as a man who intimidates easily.” I knew this would get you going and it did. You gave me a piercing look and took your place on the mat.

There’s something really erotic about sparring with you half-naked. It’s also pretty darn amusing.

While keeping a straight face, we faced each other and bowed, then went into our fighting stances. With a nod, we started.

Given our current vulnerabilities, we were having fun, but also being extremely cautious not to damage anything we might want to be using soon. We kept it light and playful.

Sometimes a punch would become a breast squeeze, which I just couldn’t seem to block. A roundkick might land on a tush, inciting a giggle.

Within a few minutes of our play, you blocked a kick and took me down to the ground.

The real fun had begun.

I hit the ground (fairly gently, thank you) and you were on me and in my guard. Normally, I’d welcome this position, but giving in now would take all the fun out of it. This, of course, was why I wore my panties. Going without them wouldn’t be sporting.

I had my legs wrapped around your torso and I pulled your head down to my chest. If we were really grappling, this would be to my advantage, but…. Well, I guess it still was. You went with it and nuzzled under my gi top, guiding my nipple into your mouth with your tongue. Once you’d found your mark, you went to town – licking, sucking and nibbling.

I loosened my grip on your neck to give you room to work, which helped you make your way to my other aching breast. There’s nothing more enticing to me than your lips on my breasts. With my legs around your waist, I pulled you closer to me. One of your hands was on my breast and the other had slipped under my panties, where you were fingering me relentlessly.

But the game wasn’t over yet.

While you were distracted (and, frankly, I was too) I took the opportunity to unhinge my legs, put my foot on your thigh, pushing, hooking, then flipping you over.

You feigned surprise to find me on top of you, but couldn’t hide your delight. I pinned your shoulders and flattened my body on yours, then nudged your head to the side so I could nibble on your neck. You didn’t struggle very hard, but I did notice growing pressure on my increasingly wet panties.

Your breathing quickened as I worked my way down your neck, grinding my hips down and pressing my breasts to your chest.

I love this game. You are so exciting to be with.

I moved back up to your mouth and kissed you hungrily. You returned with fervor, rolling me over and reaching down with your hand to pull down my panties. I pretended to struggle, which only resulted in my panties coming off faster.

You wasted no time sliding yourself inside. This was the best way possible to have you in my guard.

After a few strokes, which felt heavenly, you slowly withdrew and went down to explore the caves.

The feel of your tongue on my throbbing pussy felt like a gift from the gods. You know just how to please me. In return, I arched my back and came very hard. You are an incredible lover. I slapped the mat and moaned loudly as your tongue worked its magic.

I wanted you inside of me again and it seems we had that psychic thing going on because you wanted the same thing. Before I had a chance to ask, you had slid back inside of me, filling me completely.

I lifted my hips with each thrust, inviting you deep into my body. Making love with you transcends reality. I am both at once enjoying your body and our physical connection as well as being transported to someplace out of my body where we are temporarily merged as beings. It’s an amazing, unique experience ……….. that happens every time.

I wrapped my legs back around you and pulled you in close for another kiss. I love to feel your kisses. You still managed to move your hips and the slower movement, coupled with your amazing kisses was bringing me close to the edge again. You sensed this and pulled back your kisses for a moment, looking deep into my eyes. “Cum for me, my Darling.”

That did it.

My head shot back and my back arched as wave after wave poured through me. You took advantage of my ‘distraction’, by increasing the speed and intensity of your thrusts, which only served to make me cum harder.

Your hands were in my hair, gripping tightly, without pulling. I love the feel of your fingers in my hair, especially when you are cumming…… and you were.

You felt divine.

When your own orgasm had ceased, you relaxed on top of me, slightly off to the side to avoid crushing me. You leg was still draped over me, and our skin touched in more places than not.

As I said before, it’s great to be in love with someone who shares my passion (and the passion for the art is good too!)

When strength finally returned to our limbs, you kissed me soundly and got up. I did the same and we faced each other a few paces apart.

I bowed. You bowed. And we both smiled. Protocol and all.

Karate is a wonderful sport.

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The Stars Were Perfectly Aligned

It was a beautiful night. The air was warm. The children were long asleep and the stars were in perfect alignment. It was a night of nights. The best part of the whole evening was sharing it with you. My needs are simple: Your wonderful company and time to ourselves to enjoy each other.

We sat on the swing in the backyard, your arm draped over my shoulders, me nestled in close to your chest. We were talking and laughing quietly, so as not to disturb the quiet of the evening.

I love to feel the heat of your body and the sound of your voice resonates in my soul. I love the sound of your voice. While I was listening to one of your stories, it occurred to me that a better use for your mouth could be found, so I flipped myself over, slipped my other arm around your neck and pulled you into a deep, romantic, long kiss. You are an outstanding kisser. To feel your tongue move in my mouth and around my lips makes me think of other ways you use your tongue so well. I pressed myself closer to you as I felt your hands move down my arms and back.

I reached up to touch your face as I pulled back to look at you. I love to look at you. I see so much more than your face when I look at you. I see your soul and that’s the most beautiful, sexy thing I could ever have imagined.

At this point, I’m glad you’re holding me because I was in danger of sliding off the swing seat. I felt myself getting very wet. The bulge in your pants told me that you were thinking the same thing.

I let myself up from the swing and sauntered into our bedroom, knowing with certainty that your eyes wouldn’t be leaving my ass for the whole trip. I looked back over my shoulder to confirm and saw you following a little ways behind. I stopped for a minute and gestured you back to the swing.

“I’ll call you when I’m ready.” Your face said you were disappointed at not getting to follow me immediately, but also said that you were excited about what was to come.

A few minutes later, I opened the patio door and stood in the moonlight. I was wearing a very short, very revealing, red ‘dress’. I use the term loosely because I would likely be arrested if I wore it out in public. My breasts were barely contained in the thin, flimsy material in the front and in the back, if I made the slightest move, you’d get a full view of the crack of my ass.

Naturally, I turned, and moved, reaching down to brush something off of my knee.

Before I had a chance to stand up, you were off the swing and at my side. My BACK-side.

Your hands found my ass, quickly nudging the material up and over my ass-cheeks. I reached my arms up and put them around your neck as I pushed back into you. I love the feel of your hands on my ass. I love the feel of your anything on my anything.

Your arms slid around to my stomach and moved their way up over the silky material until you found my breasts. As your hands closed around their aching masses, I inhaled deeply and closed my eyes. Your hands were much warmer than the night air and felt better than anything imaginable.

Your gentle hands caressed my breasts, lightly brushing my nipples and making them tighten into little nubs. I moved my whole body in appreciation of your touch and I could feel my head getting a little light.

I moved my hand from around your neck and reached behind me to feel the hardness of your cock. I love how easily and quickly you become aroused. I feel your breath catch when I touch you and squeeze you through your jeans.

I take this opportunity to move forward and step into our bedroom – I didn’t have to tell you to follow. Before I could round the first corner, you were there behind me, your zipper already down.

When I heard the sound, I stopped and turned, smiling, anxious to help. Your pants dropped to the floor with your briefs right after them. Looks like you didn’t need much help with that, but I did see something else that needed my attention.

My hands reached out to touch that beautiful hard cock of yours, stroking the silky skin, then looking up to see your face. The love shining in your eyes warmed my heart and fed my desire. You are so perfect for me.

I held you by the cock (which amused us both) and walked over to the bed. I let go long enough to lay down with my head hanging down the side of the bed. I didn’t need to reach out far to find you again. From here, I circled the head of your cock with my tongue, then took you deep in my mouth. I know how much you enjoy this. As I lay there, enjoying the feel of your cock in my mouth, I spread my legs until my dress rode up my thighs, inviting you to reach out and masturbate me if you wanted to.

Since it was already difficult for you to remain standing upright, you welcomed the excuse to lean forward on the bed and I welcomed the feel of your fingers sliding around my aching pussy.

After a few minutes of this delight, you pulled yourself out of my mouth and came around to the other side of the bed, where you returned the favor.

The feeling of your tongue sliding down my lips, your thumb working my clit and your hot breath was enough to send me over the edge. I came twice in the first 5 minutes.

I love to feel you slide inside of me when I cum, so when I felt the third wave powering through me, I begged you to join me. You have never been able to resist my pleading yet, so you obliged me and slid yourself home.

As always when I first feel you, I feel a sudden need for air – you literally take my breath away. You held my ankles as you thrust inside of me. I lifted my hips in greeting and met each thrust.

I reached down to masturbate, occasionally reaching down a little farther and letting my fingers feel you moving in and out. I watched your chest get tight and your head go back as I did this and I thrilled at giving you such pleasure.

With an explosion I felt through my whole body, you came to me. I love to feel you cum.

One of the beautiful things is that when you finish you are often still hard. I could tell this was one of those times.

When you slowed for a minute, I told you I wanted to be on top. With a lift and a flourish, I got my wish. From my new vantage point, I was able to look down and see how well we fit together. I bent down for a much-needed kiss. I could taste myself on your lips. Sweet. Then I stretched out and stuck my breasts in your face. You spent a few glorious minutes licking and caressing them before I pulled back.

I began to move slowly as I watched your face. “I love you,” I said with a warm smile. “I love you too,” was your ready reply. With the look I could see in your eyes, the words were almost unnecessary, but still very nice to hear.

With that, I began to move faster, masturbating with one hand and leaning back on the other. I could feel the orgasm building, as it always does. I felt a flush go up my body and I heard your breath quicken in response. You spoke in low tones, words of encouragement and endearment. The sound of your voice is all that it takes sometimes to send me over the edge.

I could see you getting ready to come yourself, so I breathed, “Cum to me, my Sweet.” And you did.

And I came with you.

Afterwards, all I could think about was how wonderful it is to be with you. As I lay inert across your body, you stroked my hair, ran your fingers down my back and told me I was your queen.

You felt so good to me. For a moment, my thoughts turned to how the evening began …… the stars were all aligned perfectly.

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The Wonderful, Delightful Trip

When I stepped off the plane, I moved anxiously down the various twists and turns of the airport walkways, across the main area and down the escalator towards the baggage claim. My stomach was in knots thinking about what was to come.

We’d met once before a few weeks earlier and were both at once drawn to each other in a way that was as difficult to describe, as it was to understand.

When I finally got down the walkway, there you were, leaning casually against the wall with not a care in the world. You looked really good to me. When I got closer, I could see that you were just as nervous as I was, so I put my arms around you, pulled you close and kissed you deeply. I love the way you kiss. How is it possible that you know exactly how to kiss me?

We held hands nervously as we picked up my baggage and took it to the car.

It’s the oddest feeling to be with you. You are both new and a little foreign to me, as well as comfortable and familiar at the same time.

We spent a little time seeing the sights and making chit chat, stopping to kiss at every opportunity. In the rose garden, I slipped your hand under my shirt and let you take a few moments becoming acquainted with my breast. You have a marvelous touch. Gentle, yet firm -- filled with promise.

After what seemed an eternity, while still being a blink of an eye, we decided to check in at the hotel. We both knew what we wanted, but pretended otherwise.

Even with just a short time together, I knew I never wanted to leave your side. I felt more intimacy with you just holding hands, than I’d ever felt doing much more before.

Once in the hotel room, we sat on the couch feeling suddenly a little shy. That didn’t last long though. You pulled me in for another amazing kiss and suddenly I couldn’t stand the thought of wearing my shirt for a moment longer. I wanted your lips and tongue and hands caressing me immediately.

You sensed my need and indulged yourself. The warm wetness of your mouth on my nipple was enough to send me through the roof. I reached down with my hand to feel your cock through your jeans. Wow! You take hardness to a whole new level.

The feel of my hand on your cock spurred you on. You had been pulling on my bra, so I finally just unhooked it and tossed it aside, giving you an unobstructed view of my aching breasts. You covered them with kisses and licks, then pulled me to my feet and brought me to the bed.

You pulled off your shirt and I was treated to the sight of your hairy chest, a personal preference of mine (both the ‘yours’ and the ‘hairy’). I was filled with an ache so intense that I thought I would burn straight through from the inside out.

All I could think about was how much I wanted to be naked with you. I wanted to feel you all over me and inside of me.

I slid off the bed to take off my pants and as I crawled back on, you stopped me with your fingers, masturbating me from behind and sending waves of pleasure through me.

If you can do that with just your fingers ……

I had my first orgasm of the afternoon right then.

After I’d caught my breath, I dropped to my back and watched as you stripped off your own jeans and underwear.

What I saw took my breath away. You have a huge, beautiful cock. It’s wonderfully shaped and my god it was hard! You’d told me I’d be surprised, but I didn’t know what you meant. It was as perfect as the rest of you.

I wanted you inside of me in the worst possible way.

I saw my own need reflected in your eyes, but you had something I didn’t ….. control.

You slid down my body until your mouth was poised at my aching pussy. Your tongue darted out and just barely touched my inner lips, causing me to arch up and grab the sheets with both hands, moaning loudly. You caught your breath at the sight, then went back to work.

With each flick of your tongue, I was in exquisite agony. “Please come inside of me. Please.” A thin sheen of sweat covered my body and my eyes urged you to end the torture and fill me.

Finally, when you could stand it no longer, you started to slide inside, but then I stopped you and pushed you onto your back.

I ran my tongue up the shaft of your cock, causing you to inhale sharply. I took you deeply into my warm wet mouth, gently sucking and pulling with my hands. I figured that if I had to wait, so did you. You seemed to take it well.

I nibbled down your shaft until I got to your balls, which I took gently in my mouth, using my tongue to roll them around. The tables were turned.

I would’ve continued to enjoy torturing you, but I had needs of my own to meet. I moved up your body, straddling you and sliding my very slippery pussy folds along your shaft. You closed your eyes with obvious pleasure.

After a few moments of this, I tilted my hips to take the head of your cock inside of me. I slid down slowly on you, enjoying your thickness and length. You are larger than I’m used to, but I was quickly beginning to see the advantages.

Once I’d taken you in as far as you could go, I rocked back and forth with my hands on your chest and looked at your handsome face. You have a face I could look at for a lifetime.

I increased my rhythm and began to masturbate as I leaned back and enjoyed the feeling of you inside of me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything as personal in my life.

I could feel your eyes on me as another orgasmic wave overtook me. My stomach contracted and my head came forward. For a moment, you were alarmed that you’d hurt me, but quickly realized that the pleasure was just so incredibly intense that I had no control.

I was glad to see that you did, however, because you managed to contain your own orgasm long enough to flip me over and drive inside of me, my hand slapping your ass in encouragement.

When you did cum, it was a full body experience, which you shared with me.

You relaxed on top of me and I stroked your back, enjoying the feel of your weight on me. We kissed and touched and murmured sweet nothings.

What was amazing about being with you was that it was both a body experience and a spiritual experience at the same time. I wanted you to be as close to me as humanly possible. We both were able to let down our guards and share ourselves in a deeply intimate way. It was something I’d never experienced before.

I’d never felt so close to someone as I did to you in those moments. The amazing thing to think was that that was our first time together. The future was looking very bright.

“So, did you enjoy the sights of the city?”

You are such a card.

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