A story from his perspective

He's known her for a few weeks. They've gotten close in that time. With those friendly conversations that friends have. Where you feel you're listened to and appreciated. She seemed to laugh at his jokes which fills him with a sense of pride that, yeah, he is funny. She's told him she thinks him cute. They've kissed each other on the lips and enjoyed it. A lot. He finds himself daydreaming about her. What she's doing. Who she's talking to. Wanting to hear her laugh, and see her smile. He misses her when they're not together. Finding out that she is a good cook came about when she had him over for dinner at her parents house. Her asking what his favourite hobbies are, and what he's into. Sharing these parts of ones life that shows you care about them.

He heads home from work, tired but satisfied. The house he shares with his friends is where he's heading. When he arrives, they are there, his 2 best buds. They share a snack and then he's asked if he's coming with them for soccer and a beer after. He declines and says he wants to see Meg. Some good natured ribbing occurs, as guys like to do, when a guy is obviously interested in a girl. After they've gone, he calls her, and invites her for dinner. It's not the first time she's been here. She accepts and offers to bring something for dinner. They decide on her bringing a salad. He makes his favourite staple, spaghetti sauce. Easy to do, not requiring a cook book. While that simmers, he has a shower and gets into fresh clothes. Then he gets out the spaghetti, ready to put on when she gets there. He sets the table with place mats and knives and forks. The doorbell rings. It's her. She's brought some flowers with her. "For the table" she says, smiling. "Flowers make me happy" she says, with a laugh. They share a light kiss on the lips, happy to see each other. He takes the flowers into the kitchen and sets out a vase. "There, you arrange them, I stink at arranging" he says, smiling at her. She sticks out her tongue teasingly and gets to work. He retrieves the salad from the hallway where she'd set it down. He puts it on the table with some spoons for serving.

They cook the spaghetti, and while waiting, he leans against the counter and pulls her to him for kisses. She leans into him, loving the touching. It's not particularly hot, but just teasing and fun between them. Still with a veneer of friendliness, not raw, naked passion.

When the spaghetti is cooked, he serves it and they carry it to the table. She compliments him on the delicious sauce and he blushes, slightly, feeling happy inside that she likes it. "Yeah, a man that can cook is a hot commodity" he says, joking. She laughs, and that fills him with happiness to see her laugh. It's as though his day is now complete, sharing it with his new best friend. The dinner flows along nicely with conversation.

They wash up the dishes, and then take the remaining bit of wine that they'd had with dinner and their glasses into the living room. The furniture is nothing to write home about. Just an odd collection of hand-me-downs from the various parents of the guys. But the couch is comfortable. She settles down on it and pats the seat beside her, indicating she wants him right there, beside her. They lean back, enjoying the wine, and each other. As naturally as if it had happened a million times before, he puts his arm around her shoulder and she snuggles in. "This is nice" she says. "I feel good". She takes off her socks, and tucks her feet up beside her on the couch, making her lean into him more. He's thinking "wow, she is really getting close to me, and I think I like this, a lot". The urge to kiss her is strong. He sets down his glass and then takes hers. Then he turns to her, and they kiss. A deep, long, passion filled, mouth on mouth kiss. With teasing darts of the tongue. His thought is " man this girl is hot, and she's enjoying this a lot". He reaches and gently rubs his hand across her breast. She catches her breath and pushes his hand farther in with hers. "Oh that feels good, I like that" she says breathlessly. His fire is starting up, down there. A hot bit of passion is starting. The walls, the veneer of politeness between them is being stripped away by her kisses along his neck and on his cheek. Her breathing into his ear, and her hands on his back make him want her more.

His thought now, after a few minutes of this heat is to pull her over to sit on his lap facing him. She does that willingly and they embrace, tightly. Her hips start a slow grinding against him and he thinks "oh my god, I can't stand this, it is so hot, oh god, I want her'. He reaches up under her top, and feels her breast. She whips off the top, and asks him to take off her bra. He does so, quickly. Then she's sitting there, grinning at him, and says, "please kiss them, I want you to kiss them". He takes one of her breasts in his hand and licks at the nipple. "Ohh, ohh" she moans. Hearing that soft moan just sets a bonfire going inside him. He is so hot and tight, and just wants that hot, throbbing cock released out of his pants. She shifts against him, exciting it even more. Then her hand rubs it. "Oh man, I can't stand this" he says, and pushes her away. He stands up, and says to himself 'breathe deep bud". Then he sits down and says, "Um, the way this is going, I see us getting into some pretty deep stuff awfully soon. You sure you want it?" He looks at her, wanting her to nod and say yes, but knowing it's up to her to say yes or no. "I'll totally respect your opinion either way" he says, looking earnestly at her. She smiles and says "yeah, I know what we're going to do, and honestly, yes I want it, and I want you. I love you". With hearing her say that, his emotions flood out. He's finally saying the words to her that he knows he's felt for a while. "I love you too". He hugs her, and then they kiss again. Yes, your basic passionate kiss. Where there is no holding back. No politeness but a raw, naked wanting of the other.

She gets up and pulls him up. "Let's go to your room in case the guys come back ok?" He nods and takes her by the hand. Leading her to his room, he can feel his erection throbbing down there, still. It's really on fire in his pants. In his room they embrace and touch each, as they kiss. Her hands find his jeans button and she un zips it. Pulling out his thick, hard cock she rubs it with her hand and then grinds her hips into him. He groans, loving this sweet torture. He copies her actions and unzips her pants. She pulls them off. His fingers push inside her panties, and touch that warm soft place where she's throbbing. She moans and sways. "Mmmm, ooo, good, that's good" she says, her fingers digging into his shoulders to stay upright. He takes her by the hand, and they walk the few steps to the bed. She lays on it, as he quickly whips off his pants, shirt and underpants. She lifts her hips as he pulls off her panties. Then he settles beside her.

Their bodies meet as though it's been happening for years. Each wanting the other so bad. Every touch is loving, gentle and so hot. Sending nerves tingling, and those fires, down there, to burn even hotter. She rubs his cock with the flat of her palm. It's oozing out the pre-cum so it's all slippery for her to massage it. He's feeling it all too much. "Oh god I hope I don't come too soon" is his thought, and then he pushes that away, knowing if he thinks about it, it will happen. They tease each with their touches, making the passion bloom. As they pause for a second to breathe, she lays her head on his chest. "What's your favourite fantasy about making love?" she asks, looking up at him, smiling. "I know I have them, and I'm sure you have something in there that you'd love to try or do". He blushes deeply at her questioning. "Um, well, I'd love something done to me" he says. He's so nervous to tell her, and doesn't know if she'll laugh at him. "Well I might as well tell her, and so be it". He laughs nervously and blurts out "Um, well, you know, I've had this fantasy for a while. I'd love to have a girl, um, you know, like, kiss me down there, and um, well, you know, lick it." He blushes deeply, knowing she's going to laugh at him and think him weird. But no, she's not laughing at him. Shes smiling and saying "want to hear mine?" He feels a deep sense of relief and feels even closer to her now. "What is it?" he asks, curious now. She says "um well just making love with somebody I really care about and who treats me with respect. Just feeling that hot passion between people who you know are in love. Like that movie with Catherine Zeta-Jones and her husband. Um, can't remember the name of it" she says, smiling. "You know, that sort of heat". She winks at him. "Yeah, I think you're the guy". With that, she shifts and moves to between his legs, kneeling there. Placing her hands on the bed on either side of him, she gives him a teasing look and a smile, then leans down and gives his cock a deep long lick up from base to tip.

She continues this action, making him moan in delight. "Oh man, I didn't ever dream it'd feel this good, this hot" he gasps out. He reaches down and caresses her cheek. She turns and kissed his palm. "Mmm it's going to get better dude" she murmurs, and then takes it into her mouth. To feel that hot, wet mouth, and tongue teasing the tip, makes him almost lose it,and spurt out. But somehow, he holds on, wanting more of her touching him. He feels her fingers on his balls gently, teasing them. "Oh man, she knows how to touch me and make me so hot" he thinks. He touches her head and holds it gently as her tongue licks him again and again. "There, that about what you thought it'd feel like?" she says, pulling up and away from him. She smiles, feeling pleased with herself. He groans and says "it was better. I could never imagine something so hot". They kiss again, and he touches her down there. Wanting to make her moan, and writhe in delight as he did. She responds nicely. Then she pulls away and leans on her back. "I hope you've got a condom" she says, laughing, 'or this will suck, because I don't really want to take a chance". He leans over and grabs one from the drawer beside the bed. He'd bought them the week before, on a whim and a thought that he might need them. She laughs and helps rip open the package. Rolling it on, he's feeling it so bad. Suddenly her soft touch is all too much. He feels the urge, and just comes. All that hot juicy cum all in the condom which she's just finished rolling on him. She laughs again, and says "oh boy, you were ready". He feels like a failure. Not even able to wait until he got into her. He doesn't know what to say, and she feels the sudden silence and his awkwardness. "Guess I did a great job of turning you on" she says, teasing him gently and pulling him down for a kiss. "It doesn't matter, ok? We've got lots of time, and guess what? It'll be even better I bet, next time". His feeling of relief is palpable in the air between him, and he breathes out a huge sense of relief at her humour. "Thanks for being so great about this" he says. He reaches over onto the floor for the towel that he kept handy for the messes he sometimes made. He eased off the condom and tied it up and then chucked it towards the can. "Woot he scores" she says, laughing as it lands in the basket. He loves this girls sense of humour, and her gentleness and the way she eased him out of his awkwardness.

"I love you so much, you know" he says, pulling her towards him. They share a nice kiss. A friendly one, with gratitude on his part. A sense of really feeling in love with this guy on hers. Loving everything about him, even his awkwardness. "You know, I'd never have laughed at what happened" she says, as they lie together, cuddling. "It's just life, and the excitement of it all that made it happen too soon. I'm feeling so sexy that I made you come just with my touch" she says, and kisses him on the lips, her hand on his face. Gentleness galore in her touch. His heart swells and he thinks "oh man, I am so lucky. This girl is fantastic, in so many ways. Oh man, I lucked out".

As they lie there, the evening ticking away, she giggles and says, "Um, I have another fantasy, k? Don't laugh or I'll tickle you, k?" He nods and wonders what it'll be about. She says, blushing, "I looked in a book in the library. About sex positions". And she laughs, blushing even more. "The position I think looks most fun is the doggy one" she admits, and hides her face. He feels pleased that she's admitted something so exciting to him, and yes, shown a completely vulnerable side of her. Where she knows he could laugh, and stab her with those laughs as he made fun of her. But, again, no, not the way he reacts. Instead, he smiles and says, "hmm, sounds like a good thing we could practice" and makes googly eyes at her, showing his passion for it. He can feel that motor revving up again, at this thought of hers. She laughs, and says, "oh man you like the idea?" She looks partly shocked and yet, partly pleased as he teases her breast with his fingers. They come together again, and he makes her dream come true. In a few ways.

That night, after they'd said bye, he lies in his bed, alone. Thinking back. Groaning at the memory of her tongue on his cock. "Oh man, I want that so bad, again" he says, rubbing it with his fingers, remembering how she did it so easily. "I wonder if she was a virgin? But nah, it really doesn't matter. Shes in love with me, and I'm the lucky guy. Oh man I want her here" are his thoughts. He turns over and thrusts, rubbing himself on the sheets. The conclusion doesn't come easily with it being the third time in a night. But it's a wet, sticky, gooey mess when he does. He lies there, in the mess and sighs happily. "I am so in love and want her so bad" is what he thinks of, as he drifts off to sleep.

Some snow fun and games

I hear you're on your way and that I'm to meet you at the airport. So, I get myself there and find you at the baggage area. We share a nice kiss and hug, and we go out to get in the car. "Ohhh it's cold here" you say with a shake and a shiver.

I smile and say with a smile "you're used to the warmth too much". We get in the car and I turn up the heater. Takes a few minutes to take the distinct chill out of the air. You sigh in relief as you feel the heat.

"That feels better" you say, smiling at me. We stop for a light and i lean over and we share a nice, deep, loving kiss.

"I missed you" I say, in a small voice, not wanting to show too much that every day without you is lonely.

"I missed you too" you say, rubbing my leg with your hand. It's time to go, so I concentrate on driving. We get home and you get your suitcase and get inside quick. It's warm in the house.

"Want a coffee or a hot chocolate?" I ask after taking off my coat, hat, boots and gloves.

"Yes please, a coffee would be lovely". You follow me into the kitchen and come up behind me and put your hands on my hips and nuzzle my neck as I fill the coffeemaker with water. You follow me, as my shadow, to the cupboard for the coffee, and I love the attention. After I'm done, I turn and you lean into my body, kissing me. "I missed you, a lot" you say, hands moving up to my breasts.

"Oh I missed you so much, it was lonely every day without you" I say, as I put my arms around your neck and we kiss long, deep, and softly. "So nice to just kiss you and not worry about you, and if you're lonely" I say, between kisses. You're kissing me breathless. I kiss back, loving having my breath taken away by you. "Mmmm smells like the coffee is done, lets have some ok?" I break away, get out cups, milk and sugar are handy too, and pour us each a mugful.

We carry them to the table, and sit down, close. I want my leg to touch yours. I want to be near you, touching you, even if we're just drinking a coffee. Your hand leans on my leg as we sip our coffees. I hold your hand with my free one. "So, what'd you think of the pictures huh?" I say, with a wink.

"Well pretty sweet for a guy to get those of his wife" you say, laughing and kissing me right after. "Soooo sexy and hot baby, you are amazing". I laugh, wanting this reaction from you.

"Yeah, not every wife that'll take those kind of pix huh? Hee hee hee" and I blush. I think that my family would be shocked knowing I took pix of me with a sex toy, and what it did to me, and sent them to him. But I laugh, and know that it does a guy good knowing how much his wife misses him. "I bet the other guys would be jealous knowing you got those" I say, with another laugh. I feel so happy you're right here. Beside me! And that, finally, finally it won't be making myself feel good, but you, right there, making me feel so good and so beautiful.

"Yeah, probably, it's something we don't talk about" you say, smiling, and cupping my face with your hand. "They have no idea what you do to me, inside, and how hot you make me feel, just hearing your voice and seeing those pix". I smile and turn my head and kiss your hand.

"I want sex" I say openly and stand up. I pull on your hand.

"Oh good, I want it too, bad. Let's race k, and see who gets there first!" and you take off for the bedroom. I'm second, as you got the head start.

"Cheater" I say as you pull me into your arms and start kissing my neck. My hands find your jeans button, and undo it, while we kiss. Unzipping the zipper, I slide my hand inside your pants and inside the underwear. I find that little fella in there, who's just dying to be touched, and loved, and massaged. "Oh, that little fella is gonna get way bigger and happier" I croon as I feel so silly, and happy, and joyful that I've got you in my hands. Literally and figuratively as you kiss me, my neck, my face, and feel my breasts.

"Oh yeah, he missed you so bad, and I did too, and oh yeah, I want that feeling, and oooo my god, you just know where to touch, and ooooo, man I feel good". As I feel you down there, you just stream out these words. I can feel how fast you are getting turned on.

"I think it's time I gave this guy a little kiss, don't you?" I say as I slide off your pants and underwear in one fell swoop. You step out of them and turn, holding me by the hand. You sit on the edge of the bed, and I kneel between your feet.

"You've got too many clothes on" you say and reach down, and pull off my top over my head. You reach behind and unclip my bra. "Oh, the pretty pink one, I love that colour on you" you say, as you toss away my lacy pink bra. You feel my tits with your lovely, big soft dark hands. We kiss again and again, my hand fondling your cock and teasing it. I break off the kisses and lean down and just kiss your cock first. And then lick it, all around the head. And then plunge my mouth onto it, filling my mouth with it. Letting you thrust it in gently, a bit deeper each time. Then holding it, and licking again and again up to the tip. "Oh man, oh man, oh man, I missed this so bad" you moan. "You do it so well, and it drives me nuts to miss it. Oh oh, I'm gonna come if you don't stop that". And I lift away.

"I don't want that yet" I say, laughing. I want my own fun, after all. "I want it from behind, please" I say, standing up and undoing my pants really quickly and pulling them off and my little pair of panties. I lean on the bed, ass in the air, and you fit in behind me, rubbing that hot, delicious, erect, eager cock all around my clit and bum. "Oh man, I want you inside me so bad, I've waited so long for this, and oh man, please, please just plunge into me." I am so hot and ready for you, it aches. You find my vag. and just thrust in hard. I moan in delight as you hold onto my hands and just bang in, again and again, driving me nuts with desire. I am out of conscious thought, on a plane of utter delight, but just feel it all, so well. You come inside me and then just rock gently still thrusting into me. Then I fall forward, collapsing on the bed. I turn and you collapse too. "Oh my god, that was so needed" I say, in a excited, yet peaceful voice. Something inside me is satisfied finally. A feeling of my soul needing this act of love to make it feel all filled up.

We cuddle under the warm comforter and then fall asleep. When you wake up, you make love to me again, slowly this time. Enjoying ourselves. Feeling loved, and wanted and desired. "I'm so happy I'm married to you" is a thought I have that I express.

A dream

I lie sleeping, in my comfortable bed. It's warm and soft and lonely, somehow, without a warm body to press next to. I am dreaming of a beach, lying on the sand, feeling the heat from the sun, smelling the ocean air, and feeling the tickle of an ant or something crawling on. I reach down to brush it off me, and then realize that I'm partly awake. It isn't an ant, it's fingers. Your finger on my hip. Gently touching it. Then I feel your lips on my neck kissing. Your fingers trail a line of fire along my skin up to my breast. Cupping my breast in your hand, you run your thumb over the nipple again and again. I catch the breath in my throat, loving the touch. I arch my back, and sigh, and say sleepily "oh man, you know how to wake up a woman the right way." I hear your throaty laugh, and feel your kisses on my shoulder.

"When I came home, you looked so quiet and peaceful" you say, and hug me tightly from behind. Then I feel you shift a bit. Your hips push into my behind and I feel that lovely hard thing gently nudging me. You're ready for me. I reach behind with my hand, and as I turn onto my back I give it a nice massage, up and down. I smile at you, finally looking you in the eye, and we kiss. They're hot, deep, hungry kisses, full of the passion we both feel. We want each other bad, and it's a hunger felt in our kisses. I continue stroking you and your hand fiddles around with my nipple, and then goes down there. Between my legs. Your finger just knows where to go, what to feel, how to feel it, and I groan as you stroke it. "So hot and wet as you touch it, oooo you drive me crazy with that, and I love it" I moan. It's enough to make me arch my back and just want more, more of it. "I want you in me" I moan.

We arrange ourselves quickly so that you're on your side, I'm on my back at a T with you, with my legs over your hips. We get it fit in and then I moan as you push in. Your finger finds my clit again and drives me crazy with the touch, and with you thrusting up into me hard, again and again. We both come to climax quickly with all this lovely stimulus. Then we sink into peacefulness. "I don't even feel like getting cleaned up" I say. You just pull up the covers and we cuddle under them, sleeping soon after. A warm cozy nest of comfort.

In the morning, I wake first. I see your beautiful dark skin looking shiny in the morning. I kiss your shoulder and lay there, and say thanks to God for putting you in my life. You wake soon after, and turn and smile at me. Your white teeth flashing their intoxicating smile at me. "I think I had a fantastic dream last night" I say winking at you. You laugh and say "that was no dream, that was heaven itself". I laugh at your tender joke. "Mmm, want more of that good stuff, now or after breakfast" I say, licking my lips and turning towards you.

"Oh, I think I could be talked into more of your delicious body" you say, as you start kissing my neck. We get into the kissing, the touching, and really take our time, this time. I love having you looming over me, with your hand gently pushing my legs out to the side. Hearing you say to me "tell me you want me". And wanting to say the words "oh I want you so bad, I'm hungry for your big cock inside me, please, I want you in me". And feeling you lean and touch my thighs with your hips, as your cock teases my clit. And then, satisfaction as you push into me. "Oh, oh, oh" I moan as you thrust in. "I want it deep, oh please, deep, deep" I moan, loving the feeling of you so far inside me. It's long, and slow, and fast, and delicious. I'm at the point of utter pleasure, having so much satisfaction when I feel you increase the pace, and then twitch and shudder. All that hot delicious cum fills me up inside. I clutch around your hips with my legs wanting to draw you in farther. I want you to stay in me until you can't, any longer. We lay there, exhausted. So spent, we're tired again, from a long, slow, hot session.

You flop over onto the bed, rolling off of me. I don't feel like talking at all, jus being with you. The silence, the peace, and the lingering smell of our lovemaking hangs in the morning air, like a memory. We're close, and you gather me into your arms. We hug, and you say softly "I am so lucky".

We lie like that for a little while. Then I say, "I'm hungry, how about a quick shower and then I'll make breakkie, k?"

"Yeah sounds good" you say. So I bound out of bed, and head for a quick, hot shower. Give you a quick kiss on my way out to the kitchen. You're just heading in for a shower. I make a quick scrambled egg and toast breakkie for us.

"It's ready" I announce, and we sit and eat with coffees at hand. The paper is handy, so we both sit and read it. I read my favourite section the sports, and then you take it, with a smile. We are happy, in the sunshine, in a warm kitchen, tummies full and love in the air.

I take the plates and glasses and mugs over to the counter and give your cup a refill. As I bring it back to you, I lean over and kiss your neck and whisper "when can I get more sex?" And laugh. You turn and look at me and jokingly say "More sex, she wants more sex!??" I respond with "yes please sir, I want more sex. Please sir, more sex?" And look at you with a huge grin. I know you'll give in. "Are you an insatiable little sex goddess today?" you respond, smiling.

"Oh well you know me, I cannot get enough of your cock to make me satisfied, dude!" I say, really laughing out loud now. We're just replaying an old set of lines here. I'm still thrilled though at the silly fun it is.

"Well madam, you shall to show me why I should" you say, standing up and pulling me by the hand. We go into our bedroom and we get undressed out of pajamas and robes. You lie on the bed on your back, and I give you a fantastic little BJ, just to get you all hard and ready. And then. I sit on you, on top and we proceed to have a wild, good time, again, with more sex. Just like I wanted!

At the end, when we're resting, you say, "K, you're cut off, no more today, I'm exhausted you insatiable little horny bitch." I laugh, and kiss you. "Yes sir!"

A tease

I see myself in a room, with you, on a couch. We've been chatting, having fun, tickling each other, and just being silly, teasing each other. Not that serious with each other, but a spark of attraction to the fun. An undercurrent of finding each other sexy. Anyways, me getting that spark in my eye, that silly, goofy grin, with that sexy smile. Getting up, and moving out of reach. Undoing my blouse, (yeah, gotta be a blouse, shirts aren't that sexy), and just watching your eyes go 'what is she doing' in reaction LOL. Yeah, posing in my bra, for a tease. Taking off my jeans. Yeah, not too slow, not too fast, just normal. Then posing more, and asking "you enjoying the show?" Seeing you nod, and kinda flush in excitement. I think that heart would be going a bit faster and a bit of blood would be flowing to that little fella, who'd be a little bit bigger. LOL!! K, now undoing the bra, as you sigh in despair at this crazy lady, and yet, think "oh god she is so hot, so sexy, and ooooo I love watching this!" Me smiling, with that saucy grin, and feeling those big, soft, squishable tits with my hands. Rolling my fingers around the nipples and teasing them into tight, hard, little buds. Still making you wait, in agony there, throbbing little fella just begging at you, rubbing in all the right places as he grows.

LOL!!

Then taking off my panties, and tossing them aside. Running my fingers through the hair down there, teasing you, and "saying I love being touched like this". And closing my eyes, and just thinking, "god I love being sexy". Then seeing you reach out for me, unable to resist. and me teasing and saying "nah, you're not getting it right now" and then teasing you by moving out of your reach. You groaning in frustration. Hey, it's hurting to move now, 'cuz that little fella is NOT little any more! He's huge! Then, me crouching down on my knees, and crawling towards you. And coming up close and saying "can I make you feel better now?" And grinning at you. Hair all messy, long, hanging down. Looking really silly, naked, on my knees, sitting there, grinning at you, hair hanging down, and big tits just naked there, wanting your touch. And you saying "Hmm, I dunno if you're allowed" and winking at me. Teasing still, but man, sooooo sexy and hot, still. Then you unzipping those jeans, and easing out that full, big fella. Moving your hand up and down on the shaft, saying to me "want it, don't you?" and teasing me so much, still. Not letting me in there, into your space. Me groaning, "Oh yeah, I want it so bad". You saying "what, you want peanut butter now?" LOL. Me groaning and rolling eyes and saying "Oh you, driving me nuts!" Then you saying "sure, it's all yours". Then me diving in, eager to help you out. Touching it with my tongue first, right at the tip. Swirling around the head, getting all that lovely, hot, juicy, slippery pre cum all over my lips, your cock and mmmm, just reveling in the turning you on feeling. You throwing your head back, groaning 'oh man you are too good at this!". LOL, then working on licking it up from the bottom. Feeling that little jerk of excitement every time I get near the tip. Then letting you plunge it in. Saying to me, 'oh man, I have to thrust it in, oh man, you are too hot". Holding my head, and thrusting your hot, stiff, hard cock into my mouth. Loving the feeling of the softness of my mouth, and knowing that I'm loving this pleasure I'm giving you. Knowing that in giving you this pleasure that it's giving me such pleasure too. And oh boy, turning me on, big time, at the same time. Then you pulling out, and me teasing you a bit. With my finger and thumb making an "O" shape, and just rapidly rubbing it on the very tip of your cock. Just the first inch, and seeing your eyes widen. Hearing you gasp and say "Oh can't hold it, can't, oooohhhh," and giving such a moan of delight. And getting my mouth down there quick, just in time to get your spurts of hot cum shooting into my mouth. Feeling your body convulsing in delight. Feeling that heart about to pound out of your chest, its going so hard. And then... licking the tip of it to get the last bit of delicious, hot, juicy cum, and then smiling at you, as I lick my lips. LOL, do I love it? You bet. Then leaning down, putting my head on your chest, and resting there, as your heart slows down to about a normal rhythm. Feeling good, wasted, and satisfied. And guess what? Me feeling satisfied too. And yeah, pretty darn hot and ready. Wanting you to reciprocate after you catch your breath. By teasing my clit with the very tip of your finger. Then as you hear my gasps, doing it a bit faster, more up and down, and a bit in and out. Really watching me respond in ecstasy as you touch that oh so hot, and deliciously wet core of me. :) Oh yeah, and feeling that tongue on my nipple. Teasing me, making me gasp in delight. I'd be not aware of up, or down, or much else other than the feeling and the touching going on. It'd be a nice cool down after that, to just lie together, on the couch, leaning into each other. Covering ourselves, and letting peace reign.

For you :)

There's something inside that is very sweet and good about you. I sense that and I want you to touch me. Feel my softness. I invite you for dinner out. We go and have a lovely meal, and yeah, I pay. Doesn't that sort of suprise you, but make you feel good too? We walk around hand in hand, having fun. Then we get to my place. After we get in and take off our coats you give me a long, slow deep kiss against the door. I smile and break away. "Let's have some coffee" I say.

I put on the coffee maker and set out cups. You're right there, behind me, my silent shadow stalking me, and sneaking in little kisses on my neck. You press into me from behind and kiss my neck more firmly. Your hands sneak around and cop a little feel in there of my breasts. I arch my back, loving the touch. My head leans back onto your shoulder. "Oh this is hot" you whisper. I laugh because yeah, it is plenty hot between us. We both know we're attracted to each other and want to touch.

I pour out the coffees and add a spot of cream to mine. "Let's go sit down and drink these while they're hot, k?" I say, winking at you. You smile at me flashing those beautiful teeth.

We settle down on the couch, and I tuck my legs up under me. I pat the seat beside me, wanting you there. You sink down, and get comfortable with me near you. We're not terribly close, but yeah, some contact. I like you for heaven's sake and want to be near you! We sip away on our coffees and we talk. About common interests. I like when you talk, with your beautiful deep voice, and intelligence shining through the words.

As I take the last few sips, you take the mug away from me and set it on the table in front of us. "Come here, you" you say, and pull me towards you. We kiss. It's a beautiful, long, slow deep one that has a lot of feeling. I want to sit there for hours just kissing you, trading little darts of tongue, and teasing each other. Really immersed in this feeling of being at one with you. Your hands, well, your hands are busy. Having a nice feel of my breasts and rubbing your thumb on my nipple, making it rise. I feel those hormones, the ones that make you all hot, and wet, and ready so bad in my blood.

"Oh" I groan, just loving this feeling of being turned on. I shift and am sitting on your lap facing you. My hips rock a bit, so that I'm rubbing against your hips. You arch your back lifting your hips too, so that I can feel that hard, lovely, erect cock in there. My hand sneaks down and gives it a lovely feel. Feeling it sends more pleasure hormones through my blood. Turning me on so bad.

Your hands sneak up under my top and unhook my bra. "Oooo" I moan as your hands are feeling, squeezing, kneading my breasts, pinching my nipples, and then licking them as you reach your tongue out. Running your tongue around the nipple, I throw back my head a bit, and close my eyes. Oh man, such sweet agony and pleasure at once. Your hand feels in between my legs.

"Oh you are so hot and sexy for me" you say, as you undo my jeans button and unzip them. You slide in your hand along my belly and feel that core of me. That hot, wet, wanting core. Your fingers send electric shocks of desire to my brain. I moan and jerk reflexly at your touch, enjoying it so bad. "I want you so bad" you say, and we kiss again, my arms hugging you, your finger flicking against my clit.

"Yeah, whadda you know, I want you too" I joke as I stand up and pull off my pants, and quickly lift off my top. I whip off the bra and panties are gone too. "K, I'm naked" I laugh and pose for a sec. But nah, too eager for the good stuff to stay posing for long. Nah, it's business to get your pants down and underwear off. I want to give that lovely, hard, delicious, throbbing cock some attention now. I am going to make you smile if it's the last thing I do. You wiggle out of your pants, and then settle back down, with your hips thrust out and that long, beautiful cock at full attention. Some sticky precum is oozing out. I settle on my knees in between your legs, and smile up at you. "Now the fun begins" I say, laughing, and rubbing my hands and fingertips up and down your thighs. Sending pleasure hormones through your body making you wince a bit. I reach out and gently touch it, taking it in my hand. Leaning towards it, I lick the tip. Swirling my tongue in the precum and then easing it into my mouth fully. I want your cock all the way in my mouth. I sink my mouth onto it as far as I can.

"Ooooo" I hear you moan. I smile to myself and think that boy, you've got a lot more pleasure coming dude. My hand rubs up and down the shaft as my mouth bobs up and down. Ooo it feels good to have a lovely hard cock in my mouth. So good. Your hands reach up and feel my hair gently, holding my head, as I busily flick my tongue on the end of your cock. Now I'm doing the teasing, flicking thing with my tongue. Then pushing your cock towards you, I lick again and again up the outside of it, making it jerk involuntary. Your moans of delight simply reinforce the pleasure I feel doing this beautiful thing I am doing. My fingers gently touch your balls and have a little cuddle of them, massaging them. I lick them too, knowing that turns you on so bad. It's getting to the point now, where I know you're about ready to come. I don't know if you want to come in my mouth or maybe give me a nice, gentle screw, so I pause. "What do you want, the come and swallow, or for me to stand up?" I say, laughing. Knowing of course that you win either way, as do I.

"Oh stand up baby, I want to sink this into you so bad" you sad. I get up and get down on the couch on my knees. You know I like this. Getting behind me, you rub up against my bum and find the warm wet vag, and ooooo sink it in so deep.

I gasp in pleasure as you thrust in hard, past my G spot. Yeah, I love having that touched. It's like instant orgasm, after orgasm as you thrust in. Your hands are on my hips, and ooo man, you are strong and powerful pushing into me far. It's hurting a bit, but it's the kind of hurt you love. Making the pleasure that tiny bit more nice.

I feel you twitch and hear you groan and smile to myself. A lovely, hard, beautiful orgasm for you inside a woman. Who so enjoys you touching her. We stay there for a minute, still gently rocking. I want every last bit of your cum inside me. It's just feeling so good, so relaxed now between us. All that hot, sexual energy has vanished, dissipated in the act of orgasm.

You pull out and then sit down, holding your cock against your belly. "I need to clean up" you say, laughing and smiling. I bend down and pass you my panties to wipe up a bit.

"These'll work for a sec" I say, laughing back at you. You smile and take them and rub them on yourself. I head off to find some tissues. We get cleaned up and then sit, naked cuddling. "Let's get to bed" I say, standing up and pulling you along. You take off your shirt finally in my bedroom and we climb under the covers, snuggling. I shiver, feeling a chill from being naked in a cold bed. Your warm arms wrap around me, cuddling me, making me feel warm and safe and nice. "I like this after" I say, in a soft voice, suddenly tired out. I want to fall asleep like this, with my head on your shoulder, your cheek against my hair, and your kiss on my forehead making me feel goo.

I say as a final thought before sleeping "Life is so full of shit, but times like this make up for it, don't they?" You murmur an affirmative answer and then there's quiet.

A darker story

Chapter 1

She lies in her bed. Remembering how he'd lie next to her, and they'd hold hands and talk and then fall asleep. The sex was good, but not great. He'd asked her to marry him and she'd put him off by joking about it. She'd been the one who didn't really want to commit to him. So, finally, he'd said goodbye. She felt a sense of relief when he'd gone. Finally she'd get to stay up later, and go to bars and have some fun. He'd always wanted her to stay home with him, and watch some tv, have some sex some nights then go to sleep. Then up early, with his coffee to sit and read the paper. She really wasn't a morning person, preferring the late nights, and then sleeping in. She did like his coffee, but didn't like his need for quiet, peaceful contemplation at night. His ying to her yang was fun for a bit, but it got stifling.

She sat up in bed, and lit a cigarette. She'd come home shortly after 1 am, and it was almost 2 am now. The nerves were a bit frayed because she was tired, but she felt warm. Likely due to the white wine she'd been drinking. She loved sitting at the bar, flirting with the guys. Staring at their tight little asses beneath their jeans, and eying the front of their pants too. Turned her on, and she especially loved when they'd flirt back with her. A game of cat and mouse where they both played both parts. Maybe a bit of a squeeze, and a bit of rubbing too. She'd had some pretty hot sex with a couple of the guys lately as well. But they'd not been around, since that one time. She didn't even remember either of their names.

After she'd finished the cigarette she lay down again. Her body felt restless, but she fell asleep from exhaustion.

She woke up feeling vaguely out of it. After having breakfast and getting ready for work after a shower, she drove to work. She was a news producer at the cable tv station for the local news. It was a fun job, that required some concentration. At 46, she'd been doing it for about 20 odd years, so it was familiar work to her now. She quickly got her email read, and her list made, and her day progressed nicely from there.

Her looks were something she took pride in. She'd been told by some that she reminded them of Catherine Zeta-Jones; earthy, sex-goddess style. With her full breasts and dark hair, she really did look a lot like Catherine. The curvy hips, and full body without being chubby were there. A Rubenesque style about her. Her clothes were classic style, not flashy, or overstated, but obviously better quality.

That evening, she headed out for drinks with a girlfriend after arranging it earlier in the day. They went to a bar, that the girlfriend had suggested, with a live band. It was loud, and noisy and full of cute guys, she noticed quickly. They sat at a table, and she chatted with her friend, as they sipped their white wine. She could feel the familiar smoothness settle onto her as the alcohol worked its magic on her, settling her nerves. "Mm, this is nice wine" she murmured as an aside. Her eyes were scanning the room for guys, in the meantime, not really listening to her friend chattering on. She saw a cute, blond haired, tanned fellow who was chatting with a guy. She focused on him, and smiled. He saw her smiling and smiled back at her. They traded glances a few times, and then he walked over with the friend. Asked if they could sit down with the ladies. They fell into conversation quickly, about the band that was going to play a bit later. Her friend was chatting with his buddy. After a little while the waitress was walking by and the blond haired guy ordered fresh drinks all around. The band started playing shortly after. As the wine settled into her stomach, and she felt it mellowing her, she reached over and felt the guys leg, wanting to show him she thought him sexy. He shifted and let her hand rub on his crotch. They shared a sneaky look and he shifted more. It was loud, dark, and somehow a bit private as she could feel him getting harder with her rubbing. The waitress dropped by again, signalling "want more?" He nodded yes. The friend tapped her on the arm, and indicated her watch, and mouthed in her ear "I have to go home now, work in the morning". She nodded to her and the friend left. The other guy drifted off to find another woman to charm. The blond haired guy and her settled back and kissed a bit. She felt very turned on, and had a sip of wine. It was evident now, to others, that she was high on the wine. But she just felt good, happy, relaxed, and sexy, and so turned on by this guy she was with. He said, "let's go after this song and go somewhere private". She nodded, wanting the same thing.

They walked out, hand in hand, her stumbling a bit. He took her back to his apartment. They didn't waste any time in ripping off each other clothes, nor much time at all on foreplay. It was straight, hot sex they both wanted. Afterwards as he lay back, and offered her a cigarette, he said "Um, did I catch your name right? Is it Jill?" She said "yeah, and you're Ryan right? "Yeah, that's what they call me" he said with a laugh. They lay there, naked, smoking a cigarette each.

She got dressed after the cigarette and went home. As she lay in bed, her head was spinning from the alcohol. She woke up with a pounding head, and a dry mouth, and a sick feeling. Back to work she went.

Many nights went like this. Her drinking, her picking up guys, and taking them home, or going to their hotel room or their place and having just sex. She'd see some of them again, from time to time at the same place. It was a hollow feeling of accomplishment when she thought "you know, I can't really count the number of guys that I've had sex with in the last few months". She pushed away that thought, swallowed a couple more headache tablets and went to work. Some nights she'd stay home and do laundry, or watch tv. With a vague sense of loneliness that she pushed away. With the thought that one more drink, one more guy would be enough to fill the void of emptiness in there. Never wanting to stare at it, and actually see the real problem in her life.

Chapter two

That night she met Jack, at another bar she'd not been to before. Her girlfriend didn't go out with her much, any more. Cited cost, and lack of time as the reasons. So, Jill flew it on her own, solo. She loved it, in fact, and felt powerful that men seemed to find her attractive and sexy. Jack was young, flirtatious, and said early on "I love older women, they turn me on. Know so much, and they're usually good in bed". He winked at her after that comment. They had fun at the bar where they were standing. He liked rubbing up behind her, turning her on, with his hand touching her ass.

They went to his place a bit later, and had some sex. She felt a bit shaky after another glass of wine at his place. He said, 'want to sleep here? It's okay with me". She replied that that would be a good idea. She fell into bed and passed out. .

He woke her up with a shake of the shoulder. "Jill, Jill, I have to go to work. Here's a coffee to drink. You'd better get dressed. I have to go in 10 minutes.

She woke up quickly, and sat there on the side of the bed. Her hands were shaking and the thought crossed her mind "I'm too old for this shit". But she drank the coffee, and got dressed and walked out with him. He locked the deadbolt and they went their separate ways. Not exchanging phone numbers or last names or anything too personal. No, just two people who'd had sex, and who were now going their own way.

She headed home in a cab. First thing she did was have a shower, stripping off her clothes, and putting them in the dirty basket. After her shower she was examining her face in the mirror. "I look old and droopy" she thought. Her breasts seemed to sag that bit more. "Old age is creeping up on me" shes said to herself. Her fingers went to her earlobe for a quick check that her diamond studs were in. Her fingers felt nothing. She panicked and looked in the mirror for a visual recheck. No earrings in either ear. Her mind flew over what might have happened to them. She went and grabbed her pants from the previous night and frantically checked her pockets. Nothing. "Oh my god, what did I do with them?" They were her extravagant purchase because they made her feel sexy. She sat on the bed, head in hands, and said "think, think, think what you did with them". Her brain was fuzzy from all the wine poisoning it. Slowly, the hazy memory of the night before, at Jacks, came over her. She vaguely recalled setting something down on his bedside table. "Oh my god, I think I left them there" she said, feeling a cold feeling of dread. Where did he live again? What was his number? "Oh, I didn't get that, did I?" she thought. She was mentally kicking herself, "how stupid you are! How stupid!"

She dressed for work, and went through the motions all day, of a calm, composed producer. Inside was an internal war of how stupid she was.

After work, she drove towards where she thought Jack lived. After a few missed turns, she felt she had the right place in sight. After parking the car, she went up and knocked. "Ya, who is it?" yelled the voice. Jack came to the door. She stammered, looking at him, shirt undone, beer in hand, "Um, I think I left my diamond stud earrings here last night". "Oh yeah, sure, you can go check" he said. She walked through into his bedroom, and saw them lying there, where she'd left them. A sense of relief flooded through her and she put them on right away. "You find them?" he asked, coming in. "Yes, I did, thankfully" she replied. He asked her if she wanted a beer. She agreed and they sat out in the living room. It was really rather awkward for her, after all. "How old are you?" she blurted out, after a few minutes. "Um, I'm 22 now, soon turning 23 in a couple of weeks" he replied, with a grin. "And how old are you?" he asked, right back at her. "I'm 46" she said, without flinching, proud of her age. "Wow, that's older than my mum" he said, baldly. She blushed at that answer.

"You know, you should think about getting a face lift" he said, bluntly after a few minutes of bland conversation. She sat there, her beer just about dropping from her hand, not knowing if she should be flattered he cared or insulted he thought she needed one. "I'd prefer not to have a knife cutting my skin, thanks" she said coldly, and took a drink of the beer. He said, off hand, "well my mum had it done, and she looked a lot younger after" and then he drank his beer. There was a cold, empty silence in the air that hung there, baldly showing the disconnect between these two people. "I'd better go" said Jill and she stood up. "Thanks for the beer". They awkwardly shook hands and she walked out.

She sat in her car and felt insulted by his comment, afterwards. In her mind she was saying "how dare he?!! How dare he say that I needed a face lift! How dare that little ass say that?!!" She was angry the rest of the night, going home, and spending the night angrily thinking of him. Throwing the clothes in the washer after checking the pockets. Slamming down the lid of the washer wishing his head was there to slam it on. Feeling like kicking the dog, if she'd had one, to kick.

The next night she went to another bar. Just to try it out. A big burly guy took a shine to her as she sat at the bar. She soon found out his name was Jim. He seemed nice, and was attentive, and bought her her wine. It was good after a few sips, and he seemed more attractive the longer the night went along. They went back to his place after a while when he suggested it.. He poured her some more wine to drink. After a snuggle on the couch they got pretty hot and sexy with each other. He pulled her into his room and laid on his back naked. "Could you give me a blow job?" he asked, lying there with a huge erection. She gave him a nice, gentle, thorough blow job, and then he pulled away before he came. "Let's get you onto your back" he said, arranging her just so, with a pillow under her hips. He was definitely the one in charge. She felt ready, somewhat, but he was just thrusting in already, without much care for her. It hurt her a bit. He was enjoying himself, obviously. He pulled all the way out, and pushed up her bent legs a bit farther. "Lets go in the back door" he said, with a dirty look on his face. He pushed his hard, erect, thick penis into her anus, and started pushing. It hurt her, a lot. She winced and said "no, that hurts". He pulled back a bit, spit on his fingers and then pushed them into her anus. "Ah we just have to get you ready". She couldn't believe this guy, going ahead when she'd said no, already. He replaced his fingers quickly with his cock, and thrust up into her. It still hurt, a lot, but he kept thrusting and then came, loudly grunting as he emptied himself into her. He pulled out and laid back on the bed, a self-satisfied look on his face. "That was good, wasn't it?" he said, looking over at her. She had taken the pillow out from beneath her and was curled up in a ball, wanting to cry. "No, I didn't really like that" she said baldly. "It hurt and I asked you to stop and you didn't. I really don't appreciate that at all, and no, it didn't feel good". She got up, stood beside the bed, and thought "fuck this, I'm getting dressed". She dressed quickly while Jim protested "hey it wasn't that bad!". She walked out, right past him, without so much as a goodbye. He was left, naked, hanging there with his mouth open.

She felt angry, upset and disappointed with herself, after that, when she lay in bed, and thought about it. "How could I have gotten that drunk, and that stupid, and let that creep touch me?" she thought, as she felt exhausted and then passed out.

In the morning, she woke up with a dry mouth, and the usual headache. She felt very sore when she went to the bathroom. It hurt, down there. Really hurt to go pee. There was a tiny bit of blood on the toilet paper. "That ass ripped me, a bit, down there" she muttered to herself. The feelings of sickness, of horror, of disgust at herself multiplied as she ate breakfast, had her shower and got dressed.

Later that day, at work, she got a text message from Jim. His text message read "I wnt to put my cock betwn your tits and cum. Your hot, woman." She shuddered in disgust, and thought "how did he get my number?" then recalled, with horror that they'd been comparing phones the night before, at the bar. They'd exchanged mobile numbers, as well. "Oh, what have I done?" she thought, shaking with a sick feeling. She never, ever, ever wanted to see that guy again. Never.

She stayed home that night, cuddling in a sweater, with a cup of tea. Her mind kept running over the mistakes. All the mistakes, all the pain, all the hurts she'd felt. From not having guys call her back when she'd hope to hear from them again. From the never feeling tenderness while joining with a guy in sex. No meaning behind the touches except pure lust. No love to it. She recalled one night when a guy, whose name she couldn't remember, kept thrusting, thrusting into her. She felt so disconnected from it. "Why am I here?" she said to herself as he thrust in again and again. She faked an orgasm so that he'd come, and stop this craziness. She'd felt sick and dirty after that, but didn't let it stop her behaviour.

Jim kept up the barrage of texts on a daily basis, but got more pleading sounding the longer she ignored him. Finally she called her mobile company and got his number on her do not call list. Finally she'd regained a sense of peace.

She was staying at home most nights now, and felt relieved that she was finally listening to the little voices inside her head.

Chapter 3

Soon after that incident, she produced a segment on the news on acupuncture for quitting smoking. She'd been thinking of quitting, hating the taste of it. The constant nagging cough. The sick feeling. She went ahead, made the appointment and went. It really wasn't as bad as she had expected. The needles were so tiny they didn't hurt. Although she did feel like a pincushion as she saw them all stuck into her. She went to all of the appointments. It was amazing that it really did work! Her body appreciated the lack of toxic cigarette smoke. Her cough lessened within a few days.

She also kept an appointment she'd made, with her doctor, for a check up. The doctor asked about her lifestyle. She was honest about the fact that she'd been doing a lot drinking, the sex with different men, and the smoking. But was proud to say that she'd quit lately, due to the acupuncture. But the doctor was concerned about her and the guys and the sex. "I think you've been living a high risk lifestyle" said the doctor bluntly to her. She felt like saying 'but it's my life and I'm having fun". But then the thought of that guy, stalking her, came to mind, and she realized, that yes, the doctor was right. "I think you may benefit from seeing a psychologist" stated the doctor. "I'll make the appointment for you, and we'll get you in to see one in a few days" said the doctor. She was a nice, young, smart lady that Jill trusted a lot. She also ordered a blood test, and said matter of fact, "I'm also ordering an HIV test for you. Just as a precaution". That gave Jill pause for thought.

Jill kept the appointment with the psychologist. Although she felt very nervous about it. But, the lady put her at ease, it seemed, within a short few minutes. As unobtrusively as possible, the therapist drew out of her her story, while taking notes. Jill just said it like it was. The part history of her life, the break up of her relationship, the guys, the bars, the drinks. "Would you say you're addicted to sex?" asked the therapist in a low voice. "Um, yes, I love the sex" replied Jill, with a laugh. But inside, she felt embarrassed to admit that. "Would you say you are afraid of committing to anyone? asked the therapist, further delving into the thoughts of Jill. "Well, yes, I'd agree that's about right" she replied. "What would others think of your behaviour" asked the therapist. This forced Jill into saying what her co-workers would likely say about her. This caused a deep sense of disgust at her actions within herself.

It came out about how her first boyfriend was a core cause of her lack of trust. Because of him breaking it off soon after they'd first had sex, she'd felt a real lack of trust in any guy. Afraid to love again, because her heart may be broken, again. Always wanting to be the one in control, so as not to get hurt.

After that session her mind went over the questions and answers that she'd provided. Yes, it had made her feel good to talk and to have somebody interpret back to her what she was saying.

Jill decided to join a gym near her place. She felt she was turning over a new leaf in life. By stopping smoking, stopping going to bars, stopping the harmful aspects of her life, and cutting way back on the booze. She felt good, for the first time in a long time. Less old, more energetic. It showed too, to others, and to her, in the mirror. She looked better.

It wasn't long before she'd noticed a nice looking guy at the gym. Not young, not old, but just seasoned, weathered looking. A happy looking guy with a well toned body. He'd smiled at her a few times. The next time she was there, and was signing up for the use of the treadmill, he arrived at the sign up board at the same time. They talked for a few minutes. She did her workout, noticing him, and their eyes meeting a few times, and smiling at each other. She finished her workout, showered and headed home.

The next few times at the gym, she saw him a few more times. Each time they chatted a bit more, found out each others names (he was Ian) and were becoming friendly to the point of wanting to say hello when they saw each other.

After about two weeks, one night at the gym, he asked her to go for coffee after the workout. She agreed, and they met out at the door after their showers. He took her down the street to a nice little coffee house. It was summer, and late evening, so they sat out at a little table on the balcony. He ordered a straight up coffee, with cream, nothing else. She ordered a latte. As they sat, chatting, sipping their coffees, it seemed nice. Real conversation, while sober, and happy, with some one who seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying. It felt good, inside her. She mentioned to him that she'd quit smoking. He congratulated her. He spoke of his work. He was a physiotherapist with his own business. They discussed the news, the weather, and just general, normal topics.

After the coffees, they soon headed their separate ways with a shake of their hands. She felt happy inside. "My life is on a good track now" she thought, as she lay in bed, later, digesting the day.

The next morning, as she awoke, her head was clear. It felt so nice this last month waking with a clear head, and a normal feeling. No more of this fuzzy, dazed, still drunk feeling of waking up, or more, coming to consciousness again.

Their friendship continued along for the next few weeks, with him inviting her for a dinner out which went well. He took her to his favourite Italian place, and they had a lovely meal. She said "easy on the wine, please" and was proud that she held herself to one glass of red with the meal. He paid for it, unobtrusively, and yet she appreciated it. Nothing demanded in return for a kind gesture.

She asked him to come with her to a business dinner one night shortly after. It wasn't a big deal, but still, she wanted to have some company there, and somebody with whom to share the experience. It was fun, she found to have an attentive dinner companion. Somebody she felt that was listening to her, and appreciating her conversation. It was becoming comfortable between them now. A shared smile, a grin, a teasing remark here and there. The cloak of personal space was shrinking between them.

That night, as he dropped her off, they kissed. It was in his car, just before she got out. It wasn't much of one, but a nice thank you from each other towards the other. For fun, shared experiences and a tentative acceptance of liking each other. It felt good to her as she got out, waved goodbye and then went up to her apartment.

She called him a few days later and invited him over for dinner. Explained she wasn't a very good cook, on the phone, and heard him laugh "Well, we'll manage, don't worry". But she felt she wanted him to see where she lived, and wanted to share it with him. He was okay in her books, and this was a little way of showing him she was opening up a bit.

They made a fine meal of pasta and sauce with a salad that he'd brought. It was fun, light, and enjoyable for both. Not anything on the serious side of life. Just two people who were enjoying each other, for each other's sake. Laughing with each other, over silly, shared jokes, and teasing, and serious conversation all at once.

After the meal, she asked if he'd like coffee. While it was brewing, they did up the dishes, putting the plates in the dishwasher, and washing up the pots and pans, and bowl in the sink and leaving them to dry. Taking their coffees into the living room they settled down on the couch. Not one in a chair, leaving the other alone on the couch. No, sat side by side on the couch. "Ah, nice coffee you made" he said, sighing, as he sipped the hot liquid.

"Yes, it's nice, isn't it?" she agreed. She tucked up her feet beside her legs, and relaxed. "I'm really enjoying this peaceful evening with you" and she grinned at him over her coffee mug.

He reached out with a hand and flipped his fingers through her hair. "You're a pretty special lady you know" he said, and said "yes, it's really nice to spend time with you". With that, he put down his coffee mug and reached out and took hers and set it beside his. Then he reached with his hands to her shoulders and pulled her in for a kiss. This wasn't the same dry little peck they'd shared in his car. No, more a full on, "I'm finding you really attractive and sexy, and oooo you are turning me on" kiss. A full mouth on mouth, lips pressed, heat there kiss.

Her arms went around his neck, and she pressed into him. They were definitely showing hot sexy interest in each other. But it wasn't about the sex, already. No, it was more a releasing of the wanting to touch this special person that they found so attractive. Finally they could touch each other, and it was mutually wanted. And yes, it was hot. Both hungry for that touch, the desire to feel loved.

As he was rubbing her breast with his fingers, and she was touching his hard, thick bulge in his pants, she sighed. Her thought was "I've missed this hot sexiness the last few months. It feels good, but no, not going to bed this guy this night. He'll think me a whore, if I do". His thought was "this is such a hot sexy woman and oh man, I need release, and wooo I have to thrust into her soon, or I'm gonna explode. But, but I must be careful and not scare her away". As they were thinking this, he pulled away a bit, and took a sip of his coffee.

"Um, I think maybe we should not go any further tonight? Its getting a bit hot in here" he joked and fanned himself, with his hand. She laughed and put her hand on his leg.

"Phew a man with principles. I like that." She smiled at him. Took a sip of her coffee as she looked at him. "You know what? You treat me like a lady and I love that about you. That's, to me, the most sexy, powerful thing about you. Never once have I gotten the feeling from you that I'm a commodity, a piece of meat. Thank you!" She smiled at him.

"Oh yes, that's always been my feeling about women" he stated. "They are wonderful lovely, sensitive people, and deserve to be treated with dignity and yes with love and respect". He smiled back at her. "But, also, yeah, nice to look at a shapely female and feel those urges, you know, the male hormones and all that". He said this while smiling and winking at her. She laughed out loud, throwing her head, thinking what a wonderful funny person this guy was.

Somehow, hearing those assurances from each other about their thoughts were enough. Where they started kissing again, turning on each other, and then him saying "I don't think I can wait for another day. I want to make love to you tonight" and waiting for her to agree. Her feeling a lot of hesitation and thinking about if she wanted to accept his offer and then agreeing to it.

As she led him to her bedroom and they embraced, and then got each other undressed, it was tender. It was love between them. Not just sex. Not just the animal instinct of lust. But the caring, the tenderness. The stopping to kiss, to touch, to turn on, to make the other feel good.

They lay down on her bed together both naked. She felt shy, but bold, and felt it right to make love to this guy, at this time. Yes, nervous that he'd think her far too forward. But wanting to show him love, and feeling that point was more important than her feelings.

His thoughts were "oh man, she is so sexy and hot, and oh boy, I have to hold it together until she's ready, and ok, think of an unsexy thought, quick." His mind went to his gym bag and how it always smelled "gross" for a lack of a better word. That worked, for a minute or two.

They kissed and touched and rubbed and got all those lovely fires going well and truly hot. He whispered to her, "show me how you like to be touched, here take my hand and touch yourself with it. Guide me". She blushed and did as he had asked, rubbing his finger around her clit. Not straight on, directly, but around, up and down, slipping in to juice it up a bit, and then teasing the clit into erect excitement where she shuddered if it was directly touched. He smiled at her and said "Mm, I think I need to get something".

He bounded up off the bed, and went to where his pants were. He retrieved a condom he'd put there. "Just in case, you know" he said, slightly blushing. He sat on the edge of the bed and rolled it on, leaving that little gap of space. She rolled over and was kissing along his back as he was doing this.

They paused for a big hug and a deep kiss, then she lay on her back, and he kneeled between her legs. She smiled up at him, so ready for this moment. He spread her legs, and leaned forward on one head, using the other to tease her with his cock. Just gently touching her legs, her clit, teasing her, making her sigh in desire.

"I want you in me" she said, boldly, really wanting him to plunge in hard.

"Mm mm, yes I want that too" he said, sitting back, and grasping her bum in his hands and pulling her onto him. Suddenly he was deep, deep in her.

"Ooooo, oooo, oooo" she moaned clutching at the bed with her fingers, in sudden ecstasy. It was better than she'd hoped for. A deep sense of belonging to him now, wanting him so bad to be inside, and now, filled with his hard, delicious, throbbing cock. Feeling his thrusts so hard, so deep, so desperate to fill her up. It was soon done with, his ability to hold off the orgasm soon vanished with her hotness, her sweet moans.

They stayed there for a minute after. Simply calming down, letting the heart rate drop slowly while he softened inside her. Then he pulled out and fell onto the bed. He reached down and pulled off the condom with a soft "plop" of sound. Put it on the floor beside him, and then rolled towards her. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?" was his soft question, floated out in a quiet voice. She felt tears prickle, and then flow out.

"That was better than I'd ever hoped for" she said, feeling so stupid with tears seeping out. "I feel a bit tearful because it was good" she said, sniffing. She reached for a tissue and blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She felt so vulnerable, so embarrassed at her tears. That he'd laugh at her for showing emotion. Instead, he gathered her into his arms, and just hugged her. No words necessary, just peace. Closeness, peace and feeling finally safe, and warm and loved.

They fell asleep soon afterwards, as he pulled up the covers for them, and they settled into each others arms.

In the morning, he awoke first. Disoriented for a minute in a different bed, a different room and a different place. But seeing her face there, asleep beside him, he soon regained his equilibrium. He lay there, watching her sleep. Remembering the night before, the feelings he'd had since meeting her. How hot she was, in the gym, her concentration at doing the exercises somehow sexy to him. How he'd thought of her, and wanted to make love to her long before they'd even kissed. How he'd loved to see her breasts, and oi that cleavage as she laughed with him at a joke. His body started reacting to these thoughts, and this hot, sexy body of this woman next to him. He pressed himself into her, teasing her breast and her nipple with his gentle finger rubbing her nipple. She groaned, and opened her eyes a bit. "Oh, that feels good" she moaned and arched her back, seeking his touch more and more. He continued his touch, smiling at her, head held up on one hand with his elbow crooked. His leg went over top of hers, and he pressed his hard, erect cock against her hip. Her hand went down there to rub a little, tease a bit, and touch him gently on the balls.

They decided to do it spoon style, him behind her. She bent forward, at first to make it each for him to slip into her, and then bent herself straight again so that he could wrap his arms around her, and still thrust in, from behind. They rocked together loving the closeness, and warmth under the covers. It was cozy, it was hot, and it was nice, gentle, loving sex, all in one.

"That is a wonderful way to wake up" she said, smiling at him, afterwards. They lay there, the room brightening as the day began. It felt so right to her, finally. Him here, in her bed, loving her. Feeling wanted, loved, cherished by him. Her heart swelled, and she blurted out, "I love you". She felt so scared the minute, no, the second the words left her mouth. She'd admitted, in a instant what her heart was saying. Now he knew it, what was in there, inside her. He could hurt her, badly, she knew. And she dreaded his reaction, and yet hoped for it, at the same time.

He smiled and said, "I was wondering when you'd admit that. I love you too, you know, you hot, sexy, desirable, delicious woman". He pulled her to him hard, and they kissed long and lovingly, connecting with each other. Now, the raw, naked, inner core showing.

He made them coffee, after, him wearing just his boxer shorts. He brought it to her in bed, and they lay there, some more. "Want to call in sick today?" he said, jokingly, and yet, wanting her to. He wanted to spend the whole day, in bed, making love to this amazing woman whom he loved. She laughed out loud.

"Well, I do have some interviews to set up, but yes, maybe I'd be able to" she mused out loud, wanting to spend the day with her newly declared love.

They did end up spending the day in her apartment. Not totally all in bed, but most of it. Making love a few times, but more, just touching each other, relaxing against each other, revelling in the closeness of each other.

The end.

A few thoughts, put down

Well, wanted to write something. I do find I'm becoming more and more shy about writing on here. Not so much wanting to expose my thoughts. But then again, I do enjoy it, obviously! Doh! :)

I see us meeting at my place. Having a nice glass of something to drink and a few snacks. Kissing and teasing and tickling each other while we eat. And then........ sitting on your lap on the couch. Boldly lifting up my top and my bra, and then touching my breasts, wanting you to see me caressing them. Watching what I do, so that you'll know what I like. Then leaning towards you for a kiss. Snuggling my pelvis down into yours and starting a subtle shifting. Wanting to feel that erection starting. Exciting me, as well, to feel that. Feeling your hands on my breasts. Caressing them, rubbing the nipples with your fingers, pinching them. Then reaching down with your head as I arch back. Licking the nipples, sucking on them. Loving the touch of your teeth gently pulling them out. Blowing on them. Making my body tingle and sending the signals down to my clit to wake up and arouse and send out signals that I am so turned on. Kissing your lips again, in that deep lovely way I love. With tongues touching, exploring, darting. So hot, so delicous are my thoughts. Rubbing myself back and forth on your erection.

Then reaching down with my hand and feeling that huge bulge in your pants. Damp already through your pants due to the excitement of my pelvis exciting you, and the kissing. Quickly undoing your belt, and then button and zipper, I ease out your erect, hard, thick penis. Caressing it with my hand. Rubbing my pelvis into it, showing how much I love this reaction you have to my loving touches. It is getting so hot between us. I want to show you my love. So, I climb off, and take off my clothes really quickly. Everything off. Not a stitch left on me. I kneel in front of you, my clothes acting as a pad for my knees. We kiss again and then I kiss your tummy. Then I lick your penis at the tip of it. The precum smears all over my lips. I look up, smiling and laughing. "Mmmmmmmm" I say, loving the taste of it, and the feeling. Then you shift your hips forward, and thrust up your penis so that it's standing right up, proudly. I eagerly lean in towards it. Stroking my wet tongue up and down the shaft of it. Spending some time licking around the head, letting it into my mouth. Reaching my fingers down into your pants and caressing your balls. You shift and groan and whisper "ohhh, that feels so good, you are too good at this". I smile at that. Feeling your hands in my hair, softly caressing it, I take your shaft into my mouth. Stroking it and out, time after time. Letting it in farther each time. Feeling your hands helping to hold my head and pull me farther on each stroke in. Feeling your hips thrust, wanting to stroke hard in. I pull away, feeling I need a break. You lean forward, kissing me, and reaching your hand down to my hot, wet clit. Stroking it, you feel my shudder. Feel me gush out as your touch excites me so. I feel helpless and out of control with your touch there. I sway, now the one enjoying your touch. You pull away and stand up. Taking off your clothes quickly, you are now naked. You sit back down on the couch and hold your penis up. I sit on your lap and feel it ease into me. So full, so big, so hot all the way up inside me. It hurts, it's so big. You stroke in and out, rocking your hips. My hands are on your shoulders just riding the wave of your stroking motion. I shudder and moan out "Ohhh, ohhhh, oh god this feels so good". My mind is elsewhere than conscious thought. Your touch and the feeling I have is absolutely overwhelming in the taking over of my body. I arch, moan, and just feel you throbbing inside me. I realize that throbbing is your twitches as you orgasm. All that hot, delicious released up inside of me. You slow your rocking, and just give gentle thrusts, still enjoying the feeling of my hot, wet vagina surrounding you. You feel tired, relaxed, happy and relieved. I feel satisfied, happy I've given you the release I know you've needed.

We stand up and then you settle down lengthwise on the couch. I lie beside you, head snuggled into your neck, hand over your heart, and leg draped over you. We rest, enjoying the peace of it all. All wet and gushy down there, but not caring in the least. Feeling too tired to go look for tissues to wipe up. That can wait. For now, the peace is wanted.

After we rest for a bit, we get up and get cleaned up. You have a shower, and then I have one. We have a snack, and kiss and snuggle in our bathrobes. Then you reach in my robe with your hand and caress my breast. Holding the weight of it in your hands you say "you have the most gorgeous big, soft tits". Then you kiss me. We hug tightly. I rub down there, hand searching beneath your robe. Finding your penis, I rub it, waking it up. We walk hand in hand towards the bedroom, knowing we want more. More love, more sex, more connection.

We lie back on the bed, naked. Lips meeting we kiss deeply. Snacking on each others lips, concentrating on that for a bit. Tasting each other, getting our inner fires lit up throughly. Then you rub and caress my breasts, spending some time licking them, touching them. Then you move down to between my legs. Your head dips down to my pelvis. "mmmmm" I moan as I feel your tongue start to explore. My hips lift, my knees tremble and start to close like a vice grip on your head. You continue licking, probing, touching my clit with your tongue, your finger. Blowing on it, you make my clit throb with excitement. It's so erect it hurts as you touch it. My knees lock on your head, and my hips thrust up, up, up for that touch. My fingers grasp at the bedclothes, desperate for the exploding feeling. I gush out my love juice, soaking your face. You lean up, away from me, and tormenting me with your touch. "I'm sorry" I say, laughing at your face. It is wet! You laugh too, wiping it off on the sheet edge. "Mmm, you taste good" you say, leaning in for another deep, soul fulfilling kiss.

You kneel between my legs and push my legs apart. I eagerly reach open and spread open my lips. You sink in, so deep. "Ohh, ohh, ohh" I moan as you thrust in so hard. Your face grimaces in its intensity, needing this thrusting into me. Wanting it so bad, it's hurting. Then pulling out and rubbing the tip of your penis on my clit. Making me gush out more, helpless. Completely, absolutely helpless in my reaction to your touch. Then thrusting in again, so deep, so hard, it hurts. I moan, loving that hurt. I whisper "oh I want that pain, that, thrust inside me, harder, harder!" You don't say anything, so busy concentrating on it. Then you give one last wild thrust, and then twitch, your face contorted in pain. You throb into me, emptying that full, hot load of your juice. I want it so bad. I arch my back, flexing my muscles trying to suck you in farther. You collapse on the bed, pulling out of me. Your leg is still over mine, but your weight is beside me. I whisper "I want your baby. let's hope that this time is it". You don't say anything, too tired, too exhausted. But you smile, wanting that too. We lie there, exhausted, both of us. Too tired to clean up right away. But that comes around after a few minutes of peace.

Then we snuggle into each other, and fall asleep. For another day, another round, or two, or three of sex the next day. Knowing every single time we do it, it'll be good, different somehow, and yet the same. Always loving, respectful and yet, so hot and delicious.

A little story

Just felt like writing this.

She stands in front of him, smiling broadly, enjoying this. They've gone to their room after a nice dinner together, and closed the door. She led him there, and then pushed him into the chair, whispering "let me do a little strip tease for you", and then pushed him down. He smiled at her, loving her playfulness. She'd put on some quiet, sexy music to play in the background. Now she proceeded to slowly unzip her pants and take them off, tossing them over towards the hamper. Then her top got taken off. She did a slow grind with her hips, rubbing her body with her hands slowly, smiling all the while. She was watching him intently too, wanting his attention to be on her. He was enjoying watching this. They shared a smile back and forth and she saw the twinkle in his eye. Then she smoothly took off her panties, and left them there. Next, her bra got taken off. So, finally, she was naked, standing there. "Mmm it feels nice to be naked" she said, laughing her head off. She advanced on him, and leaned over him, looming large in his eyes. Their lips met in a hungry kiss. Two lovers joined again, for a time. The kiss was a deep, passionate one, fully locked together. Tongues flirting with each other. He groaned and said "you are too sexy for words my lady, help me get off my clothes, please" and then pushed her away. He stood up, and she helped undo his belt, and then off with the pants. Her fingers were busy with his buttons, and had his shirt off in a hurry. "Mmm, my favourite smell, my man" she whispered, sinking her fingers into his shoulders, pulling him towards her. They fitted together like a well worn glove, kissing, touching, loving each others scent, touch, and closeness. He reached with one hand, and fondled her breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She reached down and in one swift motion pulled down his underpants. Then she pulled away and pushed him down to sit again. "Let's give you some reason to smile" she said. Laughing, she kneeled in front of him. They kissed again and then he sat back, knowing what she was going to do. She ran her fingers up and down his legs, and then found his penis with her hand. It was already stiff, and hard, and excited. She licked it, teasing it. he shifted in the chair, groaning at the teasing touch, getting more excited by the second as she plunged it into her mouth, giving him some real pleasure. "Oh man, oh man, you've got the touch, my lady" he groaned, as she kept working on him, teasing him. Her fingers were teasing his balls, her mouth busy with her tongue running up and down the shaft of his erect penis. She was loving his reaction. He was hers for a time. Only hers, and his thoughts totally on her, and what pleasure she was giving him. She sat back, smiling.

"C'mon, lets head to the bed now" she said, not wanting him to orgasm and deny her the pleasure of him inside her. He willingly took her hand and they went to the bed, lying down in a close embrace. While kissing her soft lips, he gave her the pleasure she craved. Running his fingers through the soft, springy hair he found her little clitoris. With the gentle, constant touch of his fingers rubbing back and forth she was arching against him, in her own little world of pleasure. He plunged his fingers into her, and curled them, finding her pleasure spot. "Oh god, oh god that's so good" she gasped, absolutely out of her mind in pleasure. He was doing a wonderful job of returning the favour of stoking her inner fire of desire.

"Let's do it from behind" she whispered to him. Then she kneeled on all fours and buried her face in the pillow. He got behind her, and rubbing his hands on her ass, and then rubbing his penis up and down her warm, wet crotch. Then he plunged into her. The feeling of having him deep inside of her with such a hard, erect lovely penis just filled her with pleasure. It felt right, natural and wonderful. Not to mention pleasurable beyond measure. The waves of pleasure just rolled over her. He felt ultimate pleasure as well, as his penis was gripped by the hot, wet confines of her. He kept thrusting in, harder, deeper, hurting her. The pain wasn't too bad for her, but she groaned enjoying it, honestly. She felt him so large inside her. She loved having his hands on her hips pulling her onto him. Making her his, for a time. Something so special sharing this deep moment of togetherness, as he made her groan out loud with pleasure and orgasms after orgasms. Then she felt him keep himself inside her with a pause in the thrusting. She felt him twitch and groan and then felt a warm, wet wave of heat explode in her belly. The goal of having him orgasm was achieved. They sank to the bed, him on top of her, exhausted suddenly. He kissed her cheek where it was turned to the side so that she could breathe. Then he rolled off, onto his back, beside her. "Ahhhhh, that was good" she said, smiling at him, her eyes twinkling. "Mmm, as always we do a good job of turning on that inner fire in each other don't we?" he said, in reply, smiling back at her.

They cuddled under the covers, enjoying each other nakedness, and then fell asleep, in each others arms.

How and why women should give blow jobs to their dear husbands

Okay this is a pretty dramatic statement, I realize. But, I do think it's true. I've been internally thinking about a really sad advice column that I read about 4 months ago. Haven't really blogged anywhere about it. But the gist of it was that the wife was writing to say that her sex life was turning into a case of a 5 min. bang, thanks Ma'am, goodnight. So, at night, after a long day she'd lie there in bed, terrified he'd touch her. Hoping he'd just roll over and go to sleep. How awful. How does one maintain a marriage like that? Where there is no "happy" sex, my goodness, what is there left, of a marriage?" Yeah, I can see her point. But I can see him saying "Yeah, my stupid frigid wife won't let me touch her!" No wonder this leads to affairs! Not wonder this leads to accessing porn on the computer and masturbating to that.

So, my basic thought is this. They need to find the fun again. The "romance" of touching. Via foot massages. Via a snuggle on the couch, and a simple kiss. Not leading to anything. A simple back rub, not meaning to be leading to anything else but a rested feeling. Getting back the feeling of wanting to be close, and intimate with this person you "love" and are married to. And yeah, having him trust her enough, with her sharp teeth to go down there, and give him the ultimate in feel-goods, a blow job.

Any feminists out there reading this can be gone. I'm not saying I'm not as accepting of the next person of feminist ideals. But I do think, for a marriage, sometimes you both have to do things, for the good of the marriage. One of those is a nice blow job for the hubby.

So, on that note I'll just jot down my ideal of that particular exercise. To help give my readers a little treat for Valentine's Day, after all ;)


I see you sitting there. You're smiling at me. We've had a long day, and it's finally quiet in the house. The door is locked, and it's private. I come to you, and sit on your lap, and give you a lovely, big deep kiss on the lips. Our lips stay locked, and then the mouths open. Such a lovely, deep, encompassing kiss between lovers. My hands are on your shoulders, and in your hair. Not really conscious of what they're doing but just wanting you closer to me. I feel your hands between us, just brushing my nipples. "oooo" I sigh, loving this soft, gentle, teasing touch. Your hand sneak up under my top, and undo my bra. Then they seek my breasts again, holding their full weight. My mouth lets out a groan against your mouth, still covering mine. Your tongue, not thrusting in, but teasing mine. Constantly teasing, tantilizing me with the touch of it. "Oh man, this feels so good" I whisper, against your cheek. My hand goes down between us. I feel the bulge of your erection. So tight, so big, so delicious for this woman to feel. It's an affirmation of the lure I have for you. I turn you on, like a match put to dry wood. We are setting each others fires alight. Your hand gently rubs me between my legs. Oh my goodness, it's feeling so good, so hot! I shiver at the feeling.

I shift away, and quickly take off my top and bra. Then I unzip your jeans. Pull them down and off, with your help. Then I pull down your underpants. Take them off and discard them on the floor. You sit there, grinning. Your hand slides up and down on your erect penis. "You can look but you can't touch" you tease me. I laugh and say "oh yeah? I promise I'll be good and not hurt you with these!" I snap my teeth together, and we grin, thinking of other times when, yes my teeth caused a little injury. I move in, and settle down, between your legs, my face at your stomach level. My mouth goes around the head of your penis, and I let you thrust in. Enjoying the sensation of feeling your thrusting into my mouth. Then I take my tongue and make it rigid, and lick up and down the length of your penis. Mmmm, like a giant ice-cream cone. Lovely. Then I take your hand in mine, and I say "please, show me how to touch you". You show me how gently to touch your balls. How you love to have them gently stroked, first by fingers, then with tongue. The feeling of pride I get when I hear you moan in pleasure is lovely. I can feel myself getting warmer, and wetter myself, as I turn you on. "Oh man, you are a devil" you moan, at me. "Yeah, I love turning you on, you know that. I'm your love slave, any time, sweetie" I whisper. You reach down and hold my hair out of the way so that you can see what I'm doing. I'm driving you crazy with my gentle fingers, my gentle tongue on the length of your penis. Then I grasp it in my one hand and help you thrust into it. So powerful, those thrusts. So strong, and basic feeling. Wanting, needing to thrust into me. Wrapping my mouth around the head of it, and letting your hips thrust again and again into my open mouth. Loving this feeling of being your willing slave, and yet, I'm the one in control. I'm the one who has the teeth right there. But I willingly choose to be so gentle and loving towards you, my love.

Then as you thrust in one final crazy push, I hear your groan. I feel your body tense up, and then I hear your deep satisfaction groan. The one that tells me, once again, I've helped you achieve a beautiful orgasm. A shared one, that is beautiful. It's a giving of love by me towards you, and I willingly do it, out of love, for you. I swallow it down, and then lie on your chest. Feeling your beating heart, knowing I love you so much. We share a deep kiss. You are so special to me. The one, the only person that I love and cherish. I love you.

There, that, to me, is a wife who loves her husband. Someone who will go that extra mile, and do something that some may see as "degrading". But no, it's loving, in the extreme. Now, for him to return the favour? And give me ultimate oral sex, where I literally tremble, and arch into his touch? That's just "great sex". Something that every marriage does need. Without sex, a marriage isn't fun, I don't believe. We all need some of that inner slut inside of us. The one that says, Yeah, I'll do this for you, because I love you so much."

Happy Valentines Day! ((((Hugs)))))

A bit of a sexual fantasy, combined with some reality

This post is, in a nutshell, a love letter to my husband. For him to read, and to remember, all the great sex we've had, and will have. It's a compilation of many different times, rolled into one fantasy, that pulls out all the stops. Maybe once or twice in our life we've done all of this at one time. LOL, usually too ready to get to the good part of it ;)

So, my sweetheart - here is my fantasy/reality of making love to you.

I don't remember how we got this way. But I know I'm on top of you, naked and you're lying beneath me on your back. I'm pinning your arms above your head and mocking you gently by telling you that you're my sex slave for the next while. "You will do anything I say" I say, with a twinkle in my eye. We both know its a silly game of mine that I'm playing, and you're just going along with it, for fun. I offer you my breast to kiss and suck. Already, as your tongue slips over the sensitive nipple, arousing it, I can feel my resolve in being your boss slipping away. You know this too. I arch up and then our lips meet in a deep kiss. It's a very hot, deep kiss with our tongues right in there. So hot and delicious and sexy. I take my hands away from pinning your wrists, and sit up. Your hands come up to my breasts and massage them, kneading them with your big, soft, gentle hands as our eyes meet. You know already I'm butter in your hands. I arch into the touch of your hands. I love it.

Knowing what you love, I climb off you, and kneel down on the bed between your legs. I support myself with my hands and let my long, blond hair trail over your pelvis. The gentle tickling serves to arouse you more. Then I follow that gentle tease with a nice lick of your penis. From base to tip, again and again. I can see the arousal already happening. Your precum starts to flow, and it's all slippery on my lips as I surround the tip with my lips. You gently hold back my hair to watch my mouth descend again and again on the tip of your ever-increasing in size penis. I hear your intake of breath, and just know I'm satisfying you so much. This serves to build up my confidence that yes, I am turning on my man. I switch to gently licking your balls. Just a tease of a touch, not much. But it's enough to excite you farther. Then I sit back, a smile on my face, seeing you lying there with a huge erection now.

You pull me down, and give me a deep kiss. Then you roll to the side. I lie on my back. You slide down, and end up lying on the bed, facing my pelvis. You kiss my thighs so gently and run your nails up and down them. Then I feel your tongue probing in there. That deep, warm part of me that craves that soft, sweet tongue of yours. It starts out slowly, with the movement of your tongue slow and gentle. Then as the juices begin to flow, you heighten my pleasure by lashing my clitoris with your tongue. I clutch at the covers with my hands, and my legs shake with the intensity of it all. My thighs close around your head, and I'm just not there, thinking, at all. It's all feeling, and only feeling, at this point. My body is in total pleasure mode. I feel your fingers ease up into me, and feel you stroking my G-spot. That serves to heighten me even more up the rungs of pleasure. I feel so strung out that it's as though I'm on auto-pilot. My body just responds to your overwhelming touch. Then you stop the torture of me.

You kneel in front of me and lean over me. "Who's the slave now?" you tease me, with a twinkle in your eye. "Who wants what now?" you say farther. I groan and say "Me, I want you, please, now, please" and smile, knowing you've got me right where you want me. Begging for your love. :)

You thrust your way in easily, and it is all wet and gushy and so hot between us. So sexy as I feel you push your way in hard. We grunt with pleasure, and feel the animal thrill of coming together again for this most beautiful endeavour. My hands reach around to your butt and pull you in farther with each thrust. Then you pause, your head of your penis just hovering. You wait there. You know I want you more. You still wait there, pausing to see my desire. "More, more, I want you to fuck me more" I sigh, smiling and groaning at the same time. I feel that sexy woman emerging, just wanting to scratch her nails down your chest. The woman who you know is in there. That inner slut of me who craves you giving me a good screw against the wall. You comply, wanting your lady to be so full of you. It's a fast, furious, frenzied finish to orgasm for you. I smile as I see your face twist, your eyes scrunch up, your mouth grimace, and hear your involutary groan as I feel your load erupt into me. Again, I've made you come. Again I've satisfied my man in the best way possible. Where we both win at this beautiful thing called making love.

Then it becomes slow. Where it was fast, it's now so slow. You settle down on the bed beside me, and it's soft kisses now. It's gentle pulling up of the covers to stay warm. Soft whispers of sighs of delight. Not words, because words don't do this justice. The peace, the quiet, the satisfaction in our bodies do it justice. The drifting off to sleep, still entwined, still wet with each others love juices do this justice. Feeling my husbands heart, I smile. Because I am loved. I love you, forever. Written with tears in my eyes because I love you so much.

Finding out how to turn on a woman

Guys aren't built to be instant perfect lovers. They need to learn, to practice and to be taught. It's up to us ladies, in ways we can be gentle about, to teach them. Another book I saw listed for sale was "How to blow her mind with Oral sex". Um, yeah, that'd be about right. Nothing like it, honestly, for getting my mind off this planet, and thinking about nothing else, at all.

The book I mentioned before called "The Art of the Quickie" also mentions about how there's an art to orgasm for women. There is desire, arousal, orgasm and resolution as the four stages of sexual excitement. For a woman to feel desire, she needs a gentle kiss, or a whispered desire placed in her ear. A gentle kiss on the neck, and a gentle swipe of the hand across her behind. Even a swipe across the breasts can trigger such a flood. It's almost instantaneous for me to feel the arousal starting when we kiss, and start to feel each other. It's like a fire when it first starts burning - all bright, hot flames, licking at the available fuel. Feeding on itself. Then for orgasm to occur, you've got to supply the right ingredients to that to occur, as well. For many women, simple intercourse isn't enough to bring her to orgasm. What works really well is for her, or him, with her guidance to touch her breasts. For him to suck on them, and blow gently on the nipples as they're wet. Such a turn on! For him also, to feel her clitoris. Not too hard, not too gently but a firm, gentle touch of rubbing it in a circular motion. There's a little hood in there, and underneath that is the very most sensitive part of it. Clitoris article on Wiki and picture of it here

That little clitorial glans is the part that is made up of thousands of nerve cells and has erectile tissue in it. So, it stands to reason that if you stimulate it, it'll respond! Once she's turned on, and has orgasmed a few times, she's very lubricated and ready for intercourse. Also, once it's aroused any touch around the area is very pleasurable. So, some positions for intercourse can continue to stimulate that clitoris, heightening her pleasure 10 fold. The cowgirl position is one that comes to mind for me as a mind-blowing great orgasm position. Also, the X position where he's on the top but to the side, providing space for his finger to provide clitorial stimulation. Also, the doggy position is great for him to be able to stimulate the clitoris with his finger. And it's wonderful as well, for the G-spot. Yes, I know there is a G-spot, and yes, orgasms can be intense if the position stimulates it.

The secret with making her feel totally satisfied is keeping the orgasms of her ongoing for a little while. Like for 5 minutes, for instance, with your touching her, and then intercourse. She'll be limp with satisfaction, but she'll be still looking for you to have your fun. It's really not fun for the woman if, for some reason, her guy loses his erection. It's just not as satisfying for her, and I can say with authority. Something so special about hearing him moan and feeling the involuntary twitch of him as he empties his load inside of you. So sweet and lovely. Then the resolution, of course, is when you both lie there, in the aftermath. All the tension is exploded out of the room. It's slow, peaceful, and so tender afterwards. If the guy has done his job, she's smiling like the cat got her cream. Such a feeling of total satisfaction. Your pelvis just aches with so many orgasms and subsequent contractions of your uterus. A very very pleasurable feeling.

Will talk more about orgasms in a later post.