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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You giving ME a show

You have I have been together for a long time. We’ve laughed, loved and shared many things.

Sexually-speaking, you and I are dynamic and fun and we love to give each other pleasure. There is one thing though ………… I have never seen you masturbate.

Well, technically I have, since you’ve slid your cock between my breasts before, but that’s not quite the same thing.

Knowing how much you like sex with me, and what an incredible horndog you are, I just assumed that you were doing it when I wasn’t around. I thought perhaps you were a little shy. So one day I asked you about it. I asked when the last time was that you’d masturbated.

You told me that you never did.

Never? As in…..never?

I found this naturally hard to believe. Considering how much trouble I had keeping MY hands off of you, I imagined that you felt the same way.

You said you didn’t really get into that and you didn’t think anyone would want to see that anyway.

Well, gee, you sure seem to enjoy watching ME. In your opinion, that was different. Your flattering argument was, how could anyone not enjoy watching me masturbate? “That’s all well and good, but I would still love to see YOU do it.”

The logic of this seemed to be lost on you and you wanted to drop the subject, but I can be rather persistent about some things.

“Please? Please, please?” (It’s hard to get around my logical arguments.)

After awhile, you couldn’t say no to me anymore, so you relented, albeit reluctantly.

“So what do you want me to do?” you asked, obviously feeling extremely self-conscious.

I suggested you remove all of your clothes and lay down on the bed. You did, but you didn’t seem to be enjoying it very much, which was odd since you usually really enjoy being naked.

I knew I wasn’t going to get much of a show as long as you had that sort of attitude, so I offered to help.

I stripped off all of my clothes as well and lay on my side next to you, propped up on one arm. At my gentle urging, you took your cock in your hand and half-heartedly began to stroke it.

This was clearly not going to work.

I am not one to admit defeat easily, so I reached over you (depositing my breast in your mouth), and grabbed the slippery stuff from the bedside table. Slippery stuff is better than KY because it’s already liquidy and is gooey like a snail trail. Delightful stuff. I also know that you really really like the feel of it, at least you do when I’m th one using it on you.

I covered your cock and hand with it and resumed my position.

“I will never be able to do this if you’re staring at me,” you said, slightly exasperated.

I’m nothing if not creative, so I kissed you thoroughly (which helped), dragged my hand up your cock to make my hand slippery, and hopped to my feet.

I stepped over you and straddled your head. Of course you looked up to see my pussy above you. I began to masturbate as you watched and I encouraged you to stroke yourself.

I told you how sexy you were and how much I loved to make love with you.

The more I talked, the more your hand started to move. I could see you getting harder and your eyes trying to pull me closer.

I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute, just watching your body start to become aroused. I was moving my hips, occasionally squatting down to give you a better view as I touched myself.

After a bit, I dropped to my knees above your face, to which you responded by reaching up with your other hand and sticking your finger inside me.

As much as I absolutely loved this attention, that wasn’t the point of this exercise, so I swatted your hand away and told you playfully that you were a naughty boy and to concentrate on what you were doing.

I continued to masturbate as I watched you. I watched you get harder and your body start to tense. I could see the red flush spread across your chest and up your neck.

You looked scrumptious.

I told you how incredibly sexy you looked right that moment and seeing you do that turned me on immensely. This embarrassed you somewhat, but pleased you more.

“When I see you like that, all I can think about is having you inside me.” I gave you more details about how I’d love to have you tie me up again, masturbate me, slip toys inside of me and tease me until I scream and how watching you masturbate made me really really hot.

I arched my back and told you I was going to cum. Being true to my word…. I did.

“Cum for ME, Babe.” I cooed to you. “I want to see you cum. You are so sexy.”

To help you along, I slid over and lay beside you, bent down and put my breast in your mouth, which you sucked on greedily.

I reached down with my hand and ran my finger up and down from the base of your cock to your balls. “Cum for me!”

That did it. Your stomach contracted and your head started to come forward when the head of your cock exploded.

I may be exaggerating here a little, but not by much. It was a beautiful sight. You continued stroking yourself a few more times, while I covered you with kisses.

“That was incredibly sexy,” I tell you, in between kisses. I was practically giddy.

I let you catch your breath for a few moments then I got up to get you a warm washcloth. You tried to do it yourself, but I insisted you relax and let me give to you.

“Thank you.” I said tenderly. “That was totally hot.”

I could tell that you were self-conscious, but again, quite pleased.

“It’s weird,” you said a little later, “but for some reason, even though that was a great orgasm, when I run it through in my head, all I can think about is being inside of you.”

“Really? Okay.”

I rolled on top of you and slid your cock inside me, which had been getting hard again as we talked.

“Your reward,” I told you, “for giving me such an outstanding show.”

We made love again slowly and tenderly, then drifted off to sleep, closer than ever.

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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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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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