Long Distance Romance Get Together

Long distance relationships are hard. One of the hardest things (aside from your cock), obviously, is the distance between us, and the time spent apart. If given my choice, I’d always pick being with you, but sometimes it doesn’t work out that way.

One of the great things about long distance relationships, is our romantic getaways – or in our case, romantic ‘get-togethers’.

This time, it was your turn to come to my neck of the woods, so I met you at the airport bright and early. I showed up at least a half-hour beforehand … just in case. I couldn’t wait to see you. When your flight came in, I waited anxiously at the bottom of the escalator for your arrival.

There is no more welcome sight to me than seeing you descending towards me. Your smile lights your eyes, which instantly warms my heart.

The moment you stepped off the landing, I was in your arms and my tongue was in your mouth. You tasted delicious. You always do.

After retrieving your luggage, we strode hand in hand to the car, stopping to kiss for every reason and for no reason at all. Being with you is like a balm to my soul.

We both think it’s important to spend at least some of our time out in public, pretending to be like regular people, instead of the horny sex-crazed maniacs we know ourselves to be. In keeping with this ideal, we took a tour of ‘Old Town’ holding hands, looking in shops and putting in our requisite ‘face time’ with the world at large.

When we could stand it no longer, we drove to the hotel and checked in, practically shedding our clothes in the hallway in our haste to the room.

In anticipation of your arrival, I took the liberty of packing some very hot, very sexy lingerie. It was one of those delightful pieces of stretchy soft cloth that had open cups and open crotch, inviting the most intimate of touches, as well as showing off my new ‘Vegas Strip’ wax job.

I enjoyed tremendously the look of absolute approval on your face when I stepped out of the bathroom. Within moments, you were all over me like a bad dress. You kissed me passionately and I could feel myself getting wet. I still can’t quite figure out how it is that the moment you touch me, I begin to get aroused. Even the sound of your voice has been known to get me wet. Having your mouth gently pulling on my bare nipple was a slam-dunk guarantee.

After moving from one nipple to the next, you kissed me again and gestured towards the bed. Before I acquiesced, I pulled you close to me. Your clothes offended me and I helped you remove them. The feel of your naked chest pressed against mine left my legs a little weak.

I dropped back onto the bed and lay flat on my back with my head hanging over the edge. You followed me to the edge and I took you deep into my mouth, sucking, pulling and encircling you with my tongue. I love the taste of you and the feel of you in my mouth. And from the sweet fluid that shot onto my tongue, I could tell that you enjoyed it too. This was despite the relatively uncomfortable position you had to stand in to receive this. You taste goooood. While I sucked, you explored a little with your fingers, examining more closely the inner folds of my pussy. This felt delightful.

You stopped me and came around the bed, laying your chin between my inner thighs. The moment I felt your tongue touch me, I was ready to cum. This attraction I have to you baffles me with its intensity.

You slipped your finger inside of me and expertly reached for the magic spot within. The spot is a mystery no longer. Between your tongue and your finger and your thumb rubbing just above my clit, I was shuddering with excitement.

My breath came fast and I let out some sounds that ‘some’ might call a scream. At that moment, I didn’t much care. My back arched and my head shot back, reveling in the waves of pleasure running through me. I probably came at least twice before you were through.

I must say that I’ve never met a man who enjoyed eating pussy more than you. And you are definitely good at what you enjoy.

“Kiss me. Kiss me!” I pulled you up towards me and devoured your lips and tongue. All the love I feel for you was captured in that moment. I wanted you, all of you, and I wouldn’t settle for less.

You broke from the kiss and moved down to my breasts with my explicit sounds of approval. Your tongue circled my nipple, while your hands cupped the fullness of each breast, framed beautifully in the lingerie.

“This must come off now,” you said with finality, pulling at my clothing. One of the things that I appreciate about you is that you want to be naked with me as much as I want to be naked with you. I did have to laugh though because it probably took more time to put the thing on just right than I actually got to wear it. You assured me later that this was a compliment.

I can certainly see the value of nakedness though. There’s nothing more right with the world than having your naked flesh press against mine. Even the thin fabric of lingerie is too much distance between us.

Once stripped of the fabric of separation, you kissed me in earnest and with a passion that invigorates as well as nourishes me. You are an amazing kisser. I could spend the rest of my life kissing that mouth and still feel my time was cut short. You kiss with your whole body, with your whole soul, with the very essence of you. You are divine.

I wanted you inside me very very badly. I told you so, quite emphatically, but you had other plans. You said you wanted more of my ‘squachie’ and you wouldn’t be denied. (I love a man who knows what he wants, especially if what he wants is…..me.)

Who am I to deny you that? Especially when I love what you do for me. Down you went again and up went my body temperature. Just when I thought I couldn’t get any hotter, you send more blood rushing through my body. Even cumming hard does little to reduce the inferno raging inside of me.

There is only one thing that will ease my exquisite pain – I need your delectable cock buried deep inside of me.

“Please please please please!!!!??!!”

With a fiendish look and a tiny growl, you brought your face to mine and touched just the tip of your cock in the opening of my pussy, ‘testing the waters’, so to speak.

I pushed my hips up to meet you, wiggling and mewing and using my heel on your ass to push you in.

YOU are a terrible tease.

You stopped to look me deep in the eyes as you slid your way home. I love the feeling of closeness when we look at each other so intimately and you drive deep inside of me.

You moved inside and took my breath away. I ran my hands through your hair, tugging a little, and touched your face with my fingertips.

Your breathing increased and mine matched pace. After a few minutes of this delight, we kissed some more and you told me to turn over on my stomach. You pulled out verrrrry slowly, which I appreciated. I hate when you have to pull out at all.

I turned on my stomach and you stretched out to cover the length of me. I sighed with contentment as you slid gently back inside of me. Feeling you both inside of me as well as covering my entire body was the very definition of heaven.

I turned my head to look you in the eye and found you right there with me. I shouldn’t have been surprised though; you are always with me. You whispered sweet words to my soul and set my heart aflame. You nuzzled my neck as you moved slowly inside of me and filled me with such a feeling of love that I thought I might weep with the joy of it.

I didn’t. Instead, I came so hard that I almost bucked you off of me. When the waves passed, you kissed me tenderly and increased your speed, enjoying the feeling of me squeezing your cock with the tight muscles of my pussy.

I felt your breathing increase as you grasped my hands and I felt myself responding in kind. When you cum, I can’t help but cum with you. We are linked in spirit -- the body gratefully follows.

I turned to look at you when I felt you were close and saw your eyes roll back in your head, your body jerking in beautiful release. A more erotic sight I’ve never seen. Within seconds of your release, I felt like I was hit with a jolt of electricity as I matched your orgasm with one of my own.

When both our bodies had calmed, we lay peacefully together with you still on my back, snug and cozy and forever in love.

Long distance relationships are hard, but weekends like this one give meaning to our time apart and make me look forward to when we can be together all the time.

I love you, Mr. Wonderful!

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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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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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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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