Most of the time, I usually take my trips to the gym alone because I've come to appreciate that invaluable solo time.
But with my new, barely a month old relationship with Stanley, I've been inspired to try lots of new things. And that includes inviting him along with me to get a little bit of gym time in.
And here now, with him lifting that barbell as he's doing an overhead press, I'm so glad he's with me. Because if he wasn't I'd feel pretty damned desperate salivating over him as I watch the rippling of his back muscles with each lift of the barbell.
So in order to prevent a puddle of my drool from collecting on the floor underneath my feet I decide to move away a bit to do some walking lunges of my own. My plan was to get a workout in, not to stare at Stanley the entire time. I turn my back to him and proceed with my regularly scheduled program, intent to concentrate on my own goals for the day despite the hot-ass guy working up a sweat behind me.
Even the thought of perspiration trailing down his forehead and the sides of his face with his exertion has me tempted to turn back around to watch him. I resist the urge though, and lunge toward the wall. But now, face to face with the wall and with no more room left to go this way, I can’t avoid turning around to retrace my steps and return to the spot where I started. No problem, I lie to myself, I’ve got this. Stanley’s not the first attractive man I’ve seen at the gym. Really, Ella, get a grip, I think to myself.
I turn back, walking and lunging across the floor, careful to keep my eyes straight ahead on the opposite wall. But who am I kidding? I let my curiosity get the best of me as my attention drifts back toward Stanley. Yep, he’s still there, pressing. And looking sexier than should be legally allowed for any one man.
He turns around to catch me watching him and I smile. He smiles back before taking a brief pause. Then he's back at it, with barbell squats this time. And I give up, finally admitting to myself that this is going to be way too much of a distraction.
I walk over to him and signal that I'm going to the exercise machines upstairs. He nods without missing a squat and I shake my head, disappointed at my weak attempt at self-control. Discipline, determination, and focus are supposed to be my thing. They're practically inherent parts of my personality as the daughter of a hard-assed ex-military father, who never seemed to recognize that his children were civilians and not one of his soldiers.
But Stanley's got one up on me, which even I have to admit is not only surprising but impressive and sexy as hell.
We'd returned to my place after my poor attempt at working out, and I was in the shower when I heard the bathroom door open and close. I glanced behind me to see Stanley peeling his damp gray shirt off of his body.
He grinned at me. “Do you mind if I hop in there with you? It's best if we be responsible citizens and conserve water.”
“Conserve water, huh? Is that your only motive for needing to jump in here right now?”
He nodded, but neither of us believed him.
I gestured for him to come in and returned to creating a lather with my towel. With my back turned to him, I felt a gust of wind blow against my skin as he opened the glass door and stepped inside of the enclosed shower. A distinct odor drifted my way, the evidence of his effort mingled in with his perspiration. And in spite of myself, I was turned on by his distinct, rank smell. But we needed to get clean, so I turned around, happy to do the honors.
I let the soapy towel drag along his skin, starting at his neck, then trailing it over his shoulders, under and down his arms, before moving to his torso. As I moved the towel along his skin, I let my other hand glide along the bumpy ridges of his defined pectoral and abdominal muscles.
I looked back up to find him intently watching my every move and said, “Can you turn around for me?” He did, and I continued with my attentive wash of his body, starting with the broad expanse of his back.
I watched his shoulders shiver from the feel of my fingernails grazing his skin from his shoulder to his buttocks. He reached back and grabbed my hand, taking the towel from me. “Now, let me.”
Stanley took his turn gliding the soapy towel over my naked body, carefully lingering over the peaks of my breasts and tight nipples. When he finally gave my sensitive nipples a break, he then brought the towel down to my pussy, only giving a quick teasing swipe, before he moved down to clean one leg and then the other. He was on his knees now as the water beat against him. He kissed my right thigh and drew the flesh into his mouth, making me moan out his name in pleasure. Then he returned, traveling upward again until he found the juncture where my thighs met.
Stanley lifted my leg up and over his shoulder and used the fingers of one hand to separate my lips. He kissed one side and then the other before turning his attention to my exposed, pulsating clitoris.
He showered kisses there, before taking my aching bud between his lips and pulling it fully into his mouth. Flashes of electric shock shot through me with his rhythmic sucking.
I gripped the sides of his shaved head, my hands slipping along the slick surface. Unable to keep a firm hold on him as I became lost in the sensation, I lifted my arms, in hopes that the shower walls could hold me up.
But when he took my other leg and tossed it over his other shoulder, burying himself in a fleshy enclosure made of my thighs, my hold against the shower wall grew weak. Luckily though, his tight grip on my ass was enough to keep me from falling as he made a meal of my freshly cleaned pussy.
My back arched as he ravished me, treating me to the steady slide of his tongue against my clit. And it didn’t take long for me to explode as water from the shower rained down on my face and breasts.
After a few teasing swipes against my now overly sensitive clit, he held me for a few seconds more, as I struggled to catch my breath. With my eyes still closed, I could hear him turn the knob of the shower fixture and felt the cool air replace the former beating of the water against my skin. I felt him move and opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me now. He pulled me close to him until our naked flesh melded together and then lowered his mouth to mine, fusing our lips together.
I pulled away and smiled up at him. “You know? I have a teeny tiny confession to make.”
“Watching you doing the overhead presses in the gym really turned me on. Does it sound stupid if I say I was kinda jealous?”
“Because you’ve never lifted me like that.”
He raised a brow. “All you had to do was ask.”
And without another word, he cupped the back of my naked, slick thighs and lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clung to him as he turned off the water and led us out of the shower. He kissed my lips as he walked us into the bedroom.
“Still jealous?” he asked.
I nodded. “Yep. Lift me higher.”
He tugged at my mouth, sucking at my lips with his own before fulfilling my wish and lifting me higher. His face was between my thighs, which were once again draped over his shoulders. My head was only mere inches from the ceiling and when I felt his wet lips against mine I reached my hands up to the ceiling, bracing myself against his pleasurable licks.
He found my clit and pulled it into his mouth, claiming it as if it were his own...to possess, to savor, and to cherish. And already sensitive from his attentive stroking before, it was no match for the relentless suction from his lips as he suckled me into another fierce orgasm.
He kept going, but I brought my hands down to his shoulders, squeezing and pleading for mercy. “Wait,” I panted, “I can't take anymore.”
“You sure?” he asked, looking up at me from between my legs with those sexy, taunting eyes. I jumped when he gave another long swipe of his tongue. “Please…”
He laughed as he lowered my body and brought me to the bed.
I grinned up at him and curled my finger, beckoning him toward me. When he came close, I said, “I'm not finished exercising, you know. I've got one more. But I need you to do it with me.”
He raised a questioning eyebrow at my request. “Exercise after the shower? Kinda defeats the purpose of showering, don't you think?”
I shrugged, leaned up to kiss his lips, then said, “Maybe. But this one will be worth getting sweaty all over again.”
Excitement lit his eyes. “Yeah?”
I nodded, and continued. “See,” I said, looking around the room, as if I was searching for something. “I think I’ve lost my Ben-wa balls somewhere around here.” I turned back to him with a fake pout on my face.
“Ben….what? What are those?”
“They're Ben-wa balls. Kegel exercisers. They're for toning the muscles in the vagina?”
He cocked his head, realization lighting behind his eyes. His voice was light with amusement. “So what do you need me to do?”
“Just lie down,” I said.
He did and I swung my leg over his waist and took his penis in my hand.“My Ben-wa balls are nice and hard,” I said, massaging his soft shaft back to life. “So I need to get you to a comparable state for us to do this.”
He closed his eyes and let his head drop back onto his pillow. With a lazy grin on his face, he said, “Do whatever you need to.”
I continued my careful kneading and caressing until I was satisfied with my results. “Now you're ready to properly assist me.”
He opened his eyes slightly and watched as I moved back up and lowered onto him. I closed my own eyes, savoring his slow slide into me. I grasped onto his pecs, the ones I had to force my eyes away from in the gym earlier, and used them to brace myself as I rocked my hips up and down onto him.
He filled me completely, more than my Ben-wa balls ever had. “This…” I breathed out,“This is how I exercise with my…with the balls.” With that, I used my internal muscles the way I would have if I were performing my Kegel exercises with my Ben-wa balls. As I lowered onto him, fully taking his shaft into my canal, I paused, then squeezed. One quick, faint squeeze as I opened my eyes to watch his reaction. His chest rose beneath my palms with his deep intake of air.
When I squeezed my inner muscles again, tightening little by little until I practically held onto him with a vice grip, his eyes rolled back into his head as he released the breath he'd just taken in. The tight squeeze was pleasurable for me as well, more than just an exercise now.
And his response--the heavy breathing and quiet grunts as I subjected him to slow, intermittent squeezes of my Kegels--only served to turn me on even more.
I began to ride him again, but maintained my tight hold around him as I moved up and then down. He brought his hands to my hips and his fingertips dug into my flesh as he squeezed me and I squeezed him inside in return.
My own wave of climax was surging up within me, on the verge of release, when I felt Stanley's large hands move around to encompass both cheeks of my my ass. He guided me, picking up our pace and controlling our rhythm. And I refused to loosen my grip from inside until I felt his body begin to shudder from the intensity.
Now there was no going back as he raced us both to completion. My own finale was right behind his, followed by my collapse onto his chest. I was exhausted and spent but my sex and body hummed with pleasure.
Maybe, I think to myself as my fingertips glide lazily along his bare chest, solo exercise time isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm liking this workout buddy thing a whole lot more now.
Owen glanced across the library table at his girlfriend Jocelyn as she was going to town highlighting damn near every word on the open page of her textbook.
As second-year medical students they spent more of their time in the library than anywhere else. And they’d both realized that the only way to maintain some semblance of a relationship and closeness with such a strict study schedule was to do it together.
So at least four nights a week they could both be found in the school library, at their usual spot, cramming their brains to the brim with as much information as it could hold.
Owen pushed aside his own Neuroscience textbook and pulled his laptop in front of him. He grinned and typed out a message for Jocelyn.
Owen: How much longer do you plan on staying?
Owen waited for Jocelyn to look up seconds later when she noticed his message flashing on her screen. She shot a quick smile his way and typed her reply.
Jocelyn: Not much longer. Maybe twenty more minutes. Why? You ready now?
Owen gave her a mischievous grin when she glanced up at him again and then looked back down at his laptop, tapping away furiously at the keys as he typed.
Owen: Yes. I’m done studying. But I’m not ready to leave yet. I had something else in mind.
Jocelyn met his eyes again and frowned as she mouthed, What?
Owen turned his attention back to the laptop and continued typing.
Owen: Yeah, you.
Jocelyn: I don’t get what you mean?
Owen: What would you do if I walked over there right now, turned you around, bent you over on this table and took you from behind?
Jocelyn’s eyes widened and her mouth fell open as she read the text. She let a quiet giggle escape her lips before she looked up at Owen and wagged her finger at him.
Jocelyn: You're so dirty. Are you studying Neuro or are you studying me?
Owen: That’s easy. Always you.
Jocelyn smiled, her cheeks reddening as she blushed at his message.
Owen: Let me tell you what else I want to do to you.
Jocelyn: Yes, tell me.
Owen: I want to make you put your books away.
Owen looked over at Jocelyn and saw her grin widen before she started typing again.
Jocelyn: How do you plan to do that?
Owen: First, I'll come over and have you sit on my lap.
Jocelyn: Okay. And then?
Owen: Then I’m going to rip off that shirt so I can take your breasts in my hands, and rub your puffy nipples between my fingers.
Jocelyn swallowed, and Owen could see her chest and neck flush red now. He smiled, pleased that his sexy messages were clearly heating her from the inside out.
Owen: Then I'll pull them into my mouth, one after the other, until I get you to moan.
Jocelyn: Really? All of that? In the library?
Owen: Why not? I like being able to taste you anywhere.
Jocelyn: I think I like that too.
Owen: You do? What else do you like?
Jocelyn: After you're done with my nipples, I want you to get on your knees.
Jocelyn let out a quiet laugh when she saw his eyebrows rise.
Jocelyn: Yeah. Get on your knees and kiss, then lick my left thigh. And don’t forget the right one either.
Owen: Mmmm. It's done. And what do you want me to do after that?
Owen looked up at Jocelyn and they both chuckled before she glanced over her shoulder and repositioned her laptop at an angle that made it harder for passersby to sneak a peek at her screen.
She began typing again.
Jocelyn: Then I want you to move to my pussy and slide your finger down the left lip, then the right.
Owen: In that order?
Jocelyn: Yes, in that order.
Owen: Again, done. Next?
Jocelyn: And next, I want you to do the exact same thing that you do with your fingers, but use your tongue this time.
Owen: You got it. And after I run my tongue over your pussy lips, I'll move to your slit and lick you until all of your juices coat my mouth.
Jocelyn's eyes widened and she placed a hand over her chest in a gesture of mock alarm before she responded.
Jocelyn: Whew. Babe, you've got me so wet just thinking about it.
Owen: Good. That was the goal. Now what do you say we make this happen?
Jocelyn gasped and began typing away furiously.
Jocelyn: Here?!! Are you crazy? You're supposed to be quiet in the library, remember? No way I'm gonna stay quiet if you’re doing all of that.
Owen: I don't want you to stay quiet.
Jocelyn: So what do you suggest?
Owen: I say we get out of here so I can see just how wet you are.
Jocelyn sent a wide eyed, blushing emoji, then continued typing.
Jocelyn: Let’s go. I’m not getting anymore studying done tonight.
Jocelyn looked over her laptop to meet Owen’s eyes and they exchanged mischievous grins as they quickly packed up their laptops and books.
They exited the library, their bodies close as Owen’s arm enclosed her waist. He leaned over to whisper hotly in her ear, “I want you. Right now. In the car.”
His suggestion coupled with his warm breath tickling her ear made the hairs all over her body stand on end. They picked up their pace, both eager to pick up where their cyber-sex fantasy had left off.
They reached the parking garage where they’d parked their SUV, and tossed their bags into the front seat before excitedly jumping into the backseat together.
Their mouths and bodies couldn’t collide and connect quickly enough. Their tongues intertwined as Owen covered Jocelyn’s body with his own. Her body was warm beneath him and he couldn’t resist pulling her closer to him and grinding against her sex with his pulsing erection. The dull ache within his groin that had started when they were cyber-sexing in the library was now a throbbing that could no longer be ignored. It needed acknowledgement and appeasement, immediately. And Jocelyn seemed driven by an equally consuming ache as she yanked his pants and underwear down and proceeded to slide out of her own pants.
But with a will of steel that allowed him to put his urges on hold, at least for the moment, Owen pulled his mouth away from hers and said, “Wait.”
“Huh?” she asked, confused.
“You put in a request in the library.”
Before she could ask any more questions, Owen was on his knees. He eased her legs apart, exposing her sex. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the top of her mound before carrying out her orders as she’d stated in her message in the library.
He kissed and suckled her left thigh, then dragged his tongue lazily over her flesh up to the juncture of her thighs. Next, he made his way over to the right, treating her to identical kisses and licks.
Jocelyn’s chest heaved as she succumbed to the deep desire welling up inside her, threatening to erupt with every one of his sexy licks and touches.
“What did you say you wanted next?” he paused to ask, then reached out a finger to touch her left labium. “Oh yeah, that’s right.” He took a painstakingly long time to trace the length of her labium with his forefinger before he moved over to do the same with the right.
“There was more that you said you wanted me to do to you,” he said, bending down to bring his face lower, between her thighs. Suddenly, she felt the warm humidity of his breath blow against her pussy lips. And then, his tongue was on her, tracing from one side of her vulva to the other, the way his fingers had only moments before. And when his mouth captured one labium between his own lips and sucked it into his mouth, moving steadily upward and then over to its opposite, Jocelyn let her head fall back against the SUV door. Her lips parted in utter surrender as she called out his name in between her soft moans.
Jocelyn ran a hand through the silken dark waves of his hair and groaned when, as promised during their cyber session, he found his way to the slit of her sex. With a long, tortuously slow swipe of his tongue, he eased upward until he found her clitoris. Jocelyn squealed when his tongue spiraled around the sensitive bud, only to heighten the pleasure by taking it into his mouth and treating her to the delicious sensation of his suckling.
His lips against her pussy, he mumbled, “How is it? Up to your standards?”
“Y...yes,” she stammered, clenching her thighs against the sides of his face when he leaned in for a better taste.
He pulled away again, his breath hot against her pussy. “Good, I aim to please.”
As far as Jocelyn was concerned, he was quite a few steps beyond simply pleasing her, but she found it impossible to clearly vocalize that in the moment. All she managed to get out were shouts and squeals of delight as his mouth thrust her toward the heights of ecstasy.
As she shuddered out her release, the sucking and smacking sounds Owen made as he sopped up the remains of her juices, only served to intensify her spasms.
Owen moved back up, his face inches from hers and whispered, “Let’s go home. I’ve got more studying to do.” He let his finger trace lightly over her nipple, sending another wave of chills through her body. “I feel like studying a little Gross Anatomy this time.”
There's one lie that's been disseminated and allowed to completely take over until it's pretty much accepted as truth now. But that's fine, because eventually somebody has to be the one to expose the lies, and I figure I'm invested enough in this to be one of the first people to jump in to do just that.
See, men like me are derided, taunted, and the butt of so many dick jokes that its become a cliche in and of itself. Women and men alike chime in to make it seem like the only way sex is even worth it is if the guy is packing at least seven or eight inches.
But the reason I don't usually get too defensive about it is because I and the women I've been with know the truth.
No woman has ever left my place unsatisfied and no monster cock was required. I'm not ashamed to admit that I'm not even considered average-sized.
But everybody knows that whenever a person lacks in one area, they compensate for it by strengthening something else.
And every woman I've pleasured can attest to my skills in all of the something else.
Because like many things in life, when something's given to you too easily, you can take it for granted. And most men with big dicks can get lazy and not even know how to use what they have. At least that's what the women I've talked to have told me. To think that some men out there really believe that a big dick is all it takes to please a woman has always been hilarious to me, when the real secret to pleasing a woman lies in being attuned to her and listening to her. And not just what her mouth says, but also listening to and observing her body's reactions.
Knowing a woman's anatomy in general, like what a clitoris and a G-spot are, can be a good start. And knowing that alot of women aren't even getting their most intense orgasms, if any at all, from regular penetration is another important fact that way too many guys completely miss. And this leaves way too many women settling for sub-par sex in the process. Because honestly, rough porn-style big dick pounding isn’t always enough for every woman.
And if you can't enjoy sex, I say, what's the freaking point? There's no way I want a woman lying under me putting on her best act, making all kinds of fake over-the-top noises, when she's not getting a damn thing out of it. Or worse, just laying there like a dead fish because I didn't take the time to realize there are two people involved in this act.
No, a good lover knows there's more to it than just his phallus. He knows that it's about connection, bonding, and attention to his partner. It's not just about his pleasure. But the kicker is that if you learn to really give enough to your partner, you'll be surprised just how much she'll be willing to give back and just how far she’ll go with you when she can really trust you.
But hey, if people insist on concentrating on one part of the body and want to miss out on the totality of the experience, I say have at it.
But when you’re a good, confident lover, you don’t have to fall back on only one part of your anatomy. Not when there are things such as positions and toys and even techniques that can do much more than just a big dick ever could.
I’ve been with the woman I’m seeing now for a couple of months, and ten minutes ago, we were getting hot and heavy and ready to progress things to a more intimate level. But unfortunately, neither of us came ready for it.
And that’s why I’m out now doing what has to be done so we can be ready. But on my way to get condoms, I figure, we might as well make this time memorable. So instead of just going to get the rubbers I originally went out to pick up, I made a quick stop at the local adult boutique, Stripped.
This is where I usually go to pick up the toys I like to use for recreational playtime with my lovers.
When I enter the shop a tall, cute blonde lady approaches me. “Hi. Is there anything I can help you with?”
I search around the space until my eyes fall on the shelf stocked with what I was looking for. “Nope,” I say. “I see what I need.”
I make my way over to the display shelf and go right to the toy of interest. I grab the box and flip it over. Yep, this’ll do.
When I go to the counter, the guy there checks out the package and gives me a thumbs up. He nods as he scans and rings it up. “Good choice,” he says.
“I know. This one never fails,” I say, swiping my card to pay for the purchase.
He gives an odd smirk as he points to the anal beads on display next to the counter. “You ever tried these? They’re pretty good too.” He then looks over at his blonde colleague and they share a laugh as he bags my box and hands it to me.
I shrug, assuming there’s some kind of inside joke between the two of them that I’m missing. “Yeah, they’re okay. Not as good as this one though,” I say, lifting the bag holding the toy for emphasis. I leave the store, with the couple’s quiet laughter at my back. Yeah, must’ve been some private joke about anal beads between them. But that’s the least of my concerns as I rush back to my car to hurry back to my place.
Dinah, the young woman I’ve been getting to know for the past two months was hot and ready to go when I’d left her. And if I’d known she would’ve been ready to go all the way tonight I would’ve made sure I was prepared. Because I’m taking a chance leaving a woman who’s already warmed up to go pick up condoms and toys. I speed back, on a mission to make it to my place as fast as humanly possible, hoping she hasn’t changed her mind.
I’d spent enough time scrolling through my phone, and just as I’d reached over to retrieve my shirt next to me on Tim’s couch, I heard his key enter and turn in the lock of his front door.
He stepped inside with a black plastic bag in hand. A bag much larger than what was needed for one or two condoms.
I lifted an eyebrow and he glanced at the shirt in my hand and rushed toward me. He wrapped an arm around my bare waist and pulled me flush against his body, dropping the bag at his feet. “You aren’t leaving, are you? Did I take too long?”
“Yes,” I answered. But his kiss on my lips pacified me as he took the shirt from my hand and tossed it back to its former spot on the couch. I closed my eyes and sank into the deep kiss. Then his lips moved down to kiss my chin, then my neck, finally landing on my breasts. He pushed my bra aside to kiss and lick me, sending chills through me when his mouth closed around my nipple, alternately flicking and sucking it. He’d taken a long time out, but in a matter of seconds we were back where we’d left off.
He lifted his head to look up at me. “Sorry it took so long. But I've got something for you.”
I frowned down at him, but my interest was piqued. And any thoughts or questions I may have had were silenced when he moved over to duplicate his oral treatment on my other breast.
As he did so, he expertly slid my pants and panties down, never pausing a second as he continued to suckle my breast.
And then his fingers were inside my pussy, sliding in and out, brushing upward, tickling that tender spot inside of me as he kept his mouth on my breasts. The dual stimulation nearly overwhelmed me, steadily pushing me upward, higher and higher toward climax. I was so excited and my body so turned on that I knew my juices were pouring out onto his fingers.
My breath came out in ragged pants as he kept going and going until I could no longer avoid the inevitable and came, my whole body quivering with the release.
He stood upright to kiss my lips again and reached back to unsnap my bra. “Lie down for me,” he said. I did, stretching my naked body onto the couch as he reached into his mystery bag to pull out what had taken him so long to get. I squinted my eyes, struggling to see just what he'd brought back. I finally gave up trying to figure out what it was, and just asked, “What's that?”
“It's your ticket to paradise,” he said with a grin. I snickered. Yeah, the joke was cheesy, but in a cute, endearing kind of way. Plus, I couldn't pretend that I wasn't a little curious about what having a ticket to paradise would be like. So I kept my opinions about his cheesy jokes to myself.
He opened the box and whipped out a C-shaped contraption. Next he pulled out what looked like a tiny remote control. The questioning look on my face made him laugh before he took my hand and led me to his bedroom, bringing the new toy with him.
When I'd laid down on the bed, Tim bent down to caress my skin and place feather-light kisses all over me. My body, still humming from his careful attention before, practically melted from this alone. But that was only a sampler, I soon found out, when he stepped back just enough to retrieve the toy.
Tim's fingers circled and strummed my clit, sending intense waves of pleasure through me again. Then I felt the upper curve of the plastic against my pussy and him slowly slide the lower curve inside me.
I looked over to see him grab the remote. Nervous and excited at the same time, I anxiously waited to see exactly what this paradise-bringing toy that he was so confident about had in store.
And then he flipped the switch on the remote, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. The shock of the intense waves shook me to my core. Between the vibrating of the part of the toy that rested squarely on my G-spot and the vibrating of the other end stimulating my clit, I was bombarded with the most powerful flood of sensation that I’d ever experienced in my life before.
Through the slits of my half closed lids, I could see the pleased smile on Tim’s face. And I also saw it widen when he clicked the button on the remote and increased the vibration speed. “Oh, my...fuck…” I cried out, closing my eyes as I completely surrendered to the indescribable feeling.
And as if all of the sensations I was already being subjected to weren’t enough, I felt his lips enclose my nipple followed by the wet swipe of his tongue. If this wasn’t paradise, it was for damn sure close to it.
I heard another click of the remote and then felt the vibration rise once more. And I’m sure Tim never felt so glad that he lived in a detached home as he did then as my high pitched yell echoed throughout the room. Hell, I couldn’t control it. Not when pleasure like I’d never experienced before was shooting through my entire body.
As the vibration continued, I felt the bed move and heard him rise to his feet. I opened my eyes just in time to see him step out of his underwear. And though I was still mostly preoccupied by the feel of the toy, I couldn’t help notice that even fully erect, his penis was much less than I was accustomed to. Significantly less. I drew in a slight breath and closed my eyes again as I tried to continue to concentrate on the potent sensations pulsing between my thighs.
Then I felt his body on mine, the warmth of him only adding to my excitement. But when I felt him slide into me, realizing the at he didn’t plan to remove the vibrator, my eyes shot open in surprise. The feeling was out of this world. The combination of Tim and the vibe inside me, filling me completely, along with the continued pulses from the toy was nearly more than I could handle. But when he clicked the vibrator up another notch, I could’ve sworn I’d blacked out for a couple of seconds there. When I came to, I felt my body reacting in a way I didn’t know it could during an intimate session. Wild convulsions shook my body as his steady slide in and out of me only added fuel to the fire.
And then he drove me even more insane when he pushed one of my legs aside, opening me up and pushing further into me at just the right angle to press the vibe firmly against my G-spot. I’m not exactly sure what I did after that. I think there were more expletives thrown around, some clawing at the bed underneath me, and a low, odd tone that came from deep within my throat. Thinking on it after the fact, I’m pretty sure I looked like a madwoman. But keeping up appearances and a cute O-face was the absolute last thing on my mind when he was doing his best to keep me firmly planted in the throes of passion.
Lost in his expert skill, I realized I’d forgotten about how much less endowed he was and honestly, at that point I didn’t give a flying fuck about it. No other man, regardless of dick size, had ever been as adeptly skilled as Tim was in getting me to orgasm over and over and over again. I didn’t know climaxes could even get that high until my night with him.
And he didn’t just stop there. The caresses of my face and neck, and the kisses he planted all over my body only enhanced the intense connection we already had. This experience was out of this world and I didn’t know if I ever wanted to come back. But finally, after a couple more sessions and several more orgasms together, even that good thing had to come to an end.
But I’ll admit, I used to be part of the crowd of picky penis snobs before Tim came along. Now, though, he’s definitely made me a believer in the fact that a smaller man who knows what he’s doing in the bedroom is far better than any man with a sizable penis who uses it like a battering ram. I’m convinced. I’ll gladly take Tim, with or without his little paradise-bringing contraption any day.
The steady rhythm of Caleb’s heartbeat against Lydia’s ear as she lay across his chest was seconds away from lulling her to sleep. But her lips lifted slightly at the corners into a relieved smile as she thought about how different this night was from the last two nights.
They'd spent those nights sleeping in separate rooms after a heated argument that had escalated before either of them was able to reel it back in. And for days they’d both spent most of their time avoiding the issue and each other.
Until finally tonight when she’d come home and asked to sit down to talk with him. She was happy that Caleb was receptive, and actually eager, to mend the rift between them. The sad thing was that they’d hardly even remembered what had started the fight, but both agreed that it and everything that followed weren’t worth half of the fuss they’d put up over it. They’d also agreed that remaining angry at each other for so long was ridiculous and they wouldn’t allow themselves to stew in their upset for that long, again.
Just as she was about to drift off to sleep, she felt Caleb's finger brush her hair aside and caress her face. “Lydia,” he whispered.
“Hmm?” she murmured.
“I have something for you.”
She lifted her head to look into his face, curiosity brightening her eyes. “What?”
“Just a minute,” he said, maneuvering out from beneath her body, leaving their bed and disappearing into the other room. He returned seconds later with his guitar, his most prized possession, and the only other thing that came close to the love he had for Lydia.
The vulnerable expression on his face was almost boyish as he sat down on the side of the bed in front of Lydia.
“I…,” he paused, his Adam’s apple lifting and falling as he visibly swallowed. “I...came up with this over the last couple of days as we were going through everything.”
Lydia nodded, the gentle smile on her face encouraging him to continue, as she could tell that he had more to add. She waited patiently for him to form and get his thoughts out.
“You know I have trouble telling you exactly what I feel...how I feel. And,” he shrugged, lightly tapping the wooden body of the instrument, “...this is kinda the best way for me to say what I wish I could say to you in words.”
Lydia nodded again and said softly, “Okay.” She waited as he adjusted the instrument, positioning it just right, in front of his body before his fingers first strummed the guitar strings.
She watched his fingers move, his eyes closed as he seemed to allow himself to be transported to another place as he played. To the place where he'd been when he'd created the music. And it showed in the way the song came out as an exquisitely beautiful yet pained piece. The paradoxical song took the listener from the deepest and heaviest of emotion and then lifted and lightened the spirit. She could feel every note he played, and they all felt as if they'd come straight from Caleb's heart.
Lydia turned to lie on her abdomen on the bed and propped her chin up between the knuckles of her curled fists as she listened, mesmerized. She watched him, also entranced by the song he played for her as the sweet notes danced around them and seemed to pull them closer to one another as if bonding them once again.
Caleb opened his eyes, meeting hers as he continued to play. Their gazes locked as the feeling of warm affection shared between them enveloped her heart, rose up, and stung her eyes with tears. Caleb’s face softened and his eyes watered too before he pulled his gaze away to concentrate on the strings beneath his fingertips.
Lydia wiped the moisture from her cheeks as he strummed the last heart-wrenching strains of his song. The song he’d created just for her, to express the hurt, the regret, the longing, and the love he felt for her. She lifted up onto her knees and crawled closer to him, leaning down to touch the hand that still held onto the neck of the instrument. She caressed his fingers before leaning over to kiss each knuckle. She then lifted up onto her knees again and moved in closer until they were each inhaling the breath of the other. Lydia placed a soft, light kiss on his mouth before whispering against his lips, “Thank you.”
She then took his lips fully within her own, and wrapped her arms around his neck as she kissed him deeply. Caleb removed the guitar from the space between them and set it aside onto the bed. His hands now free, he used them to wrap around her waist and pull her closer into him. He guided her down until she lay on the bed, their lips never detaching as they continued their passion-fueled kiss.
Caleb had admitted that he wasn’t good with words, but Lydia didn’t need words. The music spoke for them both. There was love between them. True love that even a petty spat couldn’t undo.
Caleb pulled back and looked into Lydia’s eyes for a moment again before lowering his eyes to her mouth. He ran his thumb over her lips tracing them with a sigh. ‘God I’ve missed you. And your mouth.” He lowered his head again, taking her mouth into his own to demonstrate just how much he’d missed her.
His longing gave way to deep desire as he nearly devoured her. He pulled her underneath his body and cupping her face in his hands deepened the kiss even further as if making up for lost time, as if they'd been apart for an eternity and not only two days.
Lydia's arms circled his back and she pulled him in closer. His familiar scent filled her nostrils and she remembered inhaling that same scent on the bed sheets beside her in the space where he should have been for the last two nights. She couldn't deny it, she'd missed him too.
But now to have his scent and his warm body back, her senses were flooded and a kind of madness took over. She wanted him, needed him, desperately.
Lydia pulled his shirt over his head and pushed down his pants impatiently. He lifted his hips, assisting her and eagerly helped her out of her clothing.
Lying naked together, they paused, their foreheads touching and eyes closed as they basked in the quiet, intimate stillness of the moment. The urgency of before was interrupted by the closeness they now felt as they lay entwined in each other's arms.
Now a slow sensuality took over as they became reacquainted with one another. The quiet room around them filled with Lydia's soft breathing as Caleb's hands roamed leisurely along her skin. The light touch tickled her, further exciting her senses.
His lips followed the path laid by his hands and the wet kisses left on her flesh were instantly cooled by the air around them, sending shivers along her spine. When his mouth found her chest she let out a moan and arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth. He suckled her while his fingers circled the hardened nipple of her other breast.
He gently pinched the nipple between his thumb and forefinger as his tongue circled and flicked the other.
Lydia felt the wetness between her thighs as his erection pushed against her. It was his turn to let out a soft groan as he rubbed his shaft against her slick heat.
As if led by another rhythm now, a primal one, their bodies meshed, coming together naturally as he entered her, answering the call of longing that her body sent him. He stroked within her, entering and withdrawing slowly as their bodies fused and moved together. Caleb lowered to kiss her lips again, his kisses now as slow and deliberate as his movements inside her. The tenderness of their intimate moment overwhelmed Lydia until emotion swelled within her chest and seemed to spread throughout her body. She was consumed by the combined feelings of love, affection, calm and ecstasy as she lost herself in their shared rhythm.
When he lifted and pulled his lips from hers, she opened her eyes to find him looking at her. There in his eyes was more than he could ever convey to her in conversation. The depths of his connection to and love for her was obvious and enough to again bring tears to her eyes. She tried to blink rapidly, holding them at bay, but failed miserably. Tears ran down her cheeks but were quickly wiped away by Caleb’s thumbs on her face. She sighed and closed her eyes, relishing in the beauty of their intimacy.
Caleb placed a quick kiss on her lips again and then moved down to suckle her neck. She squirmed beneath him and whimpered when his pace increased. He moved deeper inside her, licking her neck and sending electric pulses of pleasure through her entire body.
The walls of her pussy clenched, tightening around his shaft. Caleb groaned and pulled lightly at the flesh of her neck as he moved even more quickly inside her pulsing canal.
Lydia lifted her legs to circle above his hips and pull him even deeper inside, even farther within her core. The sounds of pleasure that erupted from their throats merged until their groaning and moaning could no longer be distinguished and separated. Even the sounds they made were as connected as their bodies.
Caleb brought his arms around her to cup the cheeks of her ass until he filled her completely and his gentle rocking became insistent, urgent, quick strokes.
As Caleb’s body shifted, his pelvis rubbed against Lydia’s engorged, excited clit, sending her body into a frenzy as she clenched him more tightly inside with each movement. Before she knew it, she’d given in and surrendered completely to the euphoric rise of pleasure until she exploded with her orgasm.
But resting was impossible as Caleb only grew more determined in his stroking until they were both panting and grasping at flesh. And soon the desperate urgency gave way to a rush of release that spilled from every pore of their beings as they came in unison.
Lydia sighed, and kissed his face tenderly, the taste of his salty perspiration tangy against her lips.
She blew out a deep breath and let her arm fall from his face to her side but was met by the wooden body of the guitar. She glanced over at the instrument and smiled, caressing the strings before bringing her hand back to brush over Caleb’s hair and rest on his cheek again. He opened his eyes to look into hers and met her smile with one of his own.
“I love you,” she whispered, finally voicing what they both knew they’d always felt all along.
Cassandra spotted the boxes on her bed as soon as she stepped into the room after her bath. One larger red box with a black ribbon sat next to a smaller black box bearing a red ribbon.
She reached down to pick up the note tucked underneath the ribbon of the larger gift box and unfolded the piece of paper. Her eyes skimmed over her husband’s handwriting.
I’ve been watching you all year long, and this letter is to inform you that you’ve made my naughty list. If you want to get anything good this year, you’ll have to work for it, Mrs. Claus.
Cassandra giggled, untied the ribbon and lifted the lid from the box. She pushed the tissue paper aside to find another piece of paper. At the top of the paper were the words, Santa’s Naughty List written in red ink. In the margins were numbers before each line. And all twenty of the numbered lines consisted of the name, Mrs. Claus, written in the same red ink. She erupted into more amused laughter and again looked down into the box to find a sheer red, see-through baby-doll chemise with a white feather trim covering the plunging neckline. She glanced down again to find a red thong at the bottom of the box.
She then reached for the other smaller box and untied its ribbon. She removed the lid and sifted through the tissue paper inside to find a coiled rope. She raised her brows as she lifted it from the box and tried to figure out just what Kurt had in mind. When she'd fully lifted the rope, she noticed another note at the bottom of the box.
She opened it to read, I want you to put on the outfit immediately and come back to the bedroom to await further instruction.
Cassandra picked up the lingerie and headed off to the bathroom. When she’d returned, now dressed in the red chemise and thong, Kurt was standing in front of her next to the bed. He wore only red silk boxers and held the rope coiled around his hand. With his other hand, he curled a finger, motioning her toward him.
She complied and stopped in front of him, a smile lifting her lips as she waited for the further instruction he’d referred to before.
His eyes wandered down her body as he inspected the outfit he’d picked out for her. He nodded his approval. “You’re off to a good start,” he said. “But this isn’t nearly enough to make up for your behavior this entire year. Turn around for me.”
She did as he ordered and felt him grab her arms and gently pull them together. He wrapped the rope around her wrists and tied the ends in a knot, binding her. He ran his hands down her arms, caressing her skin before he leaned forward, his warm breath against her ear as he whispered, “Your safe word is reindeer.”
Cassandra shuddered, partly from the arousing sensation of his lips against her ear and partly from imagining exactly what he planned to do that would require a safe word.
Kurt moved around to her side and sat on the bed, facing her. “Come here,” he said, waiting for her to move his way. When she did, he then said, “Lie across my lap.”
Her eyes widened only a second before the initial shock wore off and her surprise was replaced by an intrigued grin. She had a pretty good idea where this was going now, and she couldn’t deny her curiosity about participating in his new kinky sex game.
She bent over and lay across his lap, with her bound hands behind her back. She could only imagine the visual and shook her head with a smile as she awaited his next move. “Would you like to try to make my Nice list, Mrs. Claus?”
She could only laugh, but a quick swat against her ass cheek, brought her laughter to an abrupt halt. The sting of his hand against her bottom lingered, and she was torn between the slight surprise at the light blow and continuing with her laughter at his sex play. But she chose to remain quiet, assuming that was what he’d wanted in response to his chastising lick.
“I can assure you, that’s not the way to do it.”
“Now first, you’ll have to pay your penance this way. And if you can pass this point, then you’ll have more to do to earn your place on my Nice list. Understood?”
“Yes, Santa,” he corrected.
Cassandra repeated, “Yes, Santa.”
Instantly the slaps came against her bared ass cheeks. First the left cheek, then the right, then back to the left and back again. And just when she’d begun to expect another on the alternate cheek, he switched it up, concentrating on one cheek. Cassandra bit her lip and closed her eyes. Though the pain intensified with each blow, as she sank into the feeling, an odd arousal mixed with the sensation. She’d never thought she could be so turned on by erotic spanking, but she found herself oddly looking forward to the initial sting of contact followed by the dull aching sensation. And she released short cries of pained arousal with each pelt.
But just as Cassandra was getting used to Kurt’s spanking, he stopped and stood, bringing her to her feet as well. Kurt gently smoothed a hand over the inflamed areas of her cheeks as he looked down at her. “You didn’t use your safe word.”
She smiled up at him, enjoying the soothing contrast of his hand massaging away the ache. “I didn’t need it,” she answered.
Kurt smiled back at her. “Good. Lie on the bed, on your stomach now,” he ordered.
Again Cassandra eagerly complied and she felt his warm hands on her sore bottom. And then the feel of his wet lips against the hot areas of her ass cheeks made her shudder again. The sensation was indescribable as his tender kisses and licks soothed away the pain.
Then she felt his fingers between her legs circling her opening as they found the wetness that had pooled there in response to her arousal. But when he found her clitoris with the pad of his fingertip, her nectar began to flow and drip onto the bed beneath her.
Then his warm breath took the place of his fingers as his mouth found its way to her pleasure center. Cassandra, arms still tied behind her, could do nothing but surrender completely to his will. Kurt grabbed her hips and lifted her ass further into the air, creating easier access. He dug deeper into her, licking and sucking until she was writhing with pleasure.
But just as quickly, he stopped and pulled away.
Cassandra groaned, wanting more. When more seconds passed than she liked, Cassandra looked back to find the pleased half-grin on Kurt’s face.
“Why’d you stop?” she asked.
“You made the naughty list. That means you can’t get everything you want. At least, not right away.”
Cassandra huffed out, annoyed. But she waited until after a few more seconds elapsed and Kurt returned to again pleasure her with his tongue until she was right at the edge of orgasm.
When he pulled away again she cried out, “What the fuck?”
Kurt laughed out loud. “What’s the problem?”
She glared over her shoulder at him. “Come on, Kurt, that’s enough of this.”
“Shit! Santa,” she exclaimed.
Cassandra wiggled impatiently and tried to loosen the tie around her wrist.
Kurt grabbed her arms, stopping her. “Okay, I think you’ve paid enough for your awful behavior this year. You've earned your spot on the Nice list, now.” Kurt untied the rope and turned Cassandra around, picking up where he’d left her. It didn’t take much of his steady licks against her clit, his tongue darting in and out of her, and his fingers invading her core before she exploded from a mind-blowing orgasm.
As she found her way back to Earth, and back to their bedroom, Kurt climbed over her and entered her, heightening her arousal again as his body joined with hers. He kissed and devoured her mouth as he stroked inside her until he brought her to another release and he followed soon after.
They lay entwined in each others’ arms and Cassandra couldn’t help chuckling at the fact that after what they’d done, there was definitely someone somewhere’s naughty list that they’d both earned a spot on.
Desiree leaned over to whisper in my ear, “I'll be right back,” she said, and got up from her chair to make her way down the theater stairs.
We were in our usual spot, the seats in the uppermost left corner of the movie theater. She always insisted on it because we didn't have to worry about moviegoers stepping over us as they moved to their seats.
And since we’d decided to catch this movie in the middle of the day, several weeks after opening weekend, it was only us occupying this theater today.
I looked down at the bucket of popcorn we’d already purchased and our drinks in the cup holders. We didn’t need refreshments. Maybe she needed to make a bathroom run.
And a bathroom run was definitely what she’d made, I soon realized, when she returned, slid into the seat next to me, took my hand and slipped something into my palm. I looked down to see what she’d given me, curious about the soft, silky texture of whatever it was.
It was her panties that I held crumpled between my fingers. I raised my eyebrows, shocked by her bold move. But turned on, without a doubt, as my dick hardened and nudged the popcorn bucket between my legs.
I wasted no time setting the bucket aside in the seat beside me, along with the undergarment, and sent my hand on a mission beneath her skirt to see if she was really bold enough to go commando.
Mission was accomplished as I found exactly what I was looking for. My fingers brushed over the thin layer of hair covering her pussy, and there were no panties to be found.
I let my index finger continue down until it traveled down to the wet cleft of her pussy lips.
I made slow, steady circles until her head dropped back against the seat and her breath came out in short, quick pants. Then my fingers entered her, gliding in and out of her juicy cunt until I was able to get the little whimper out of her that she always made when I was really warming her up.
She reached over and grabbed onto the bulge between my legs and began to massage and stroke me as I rubbed her splashy wet pussy. But then she pulled away, looked around the theater and lowered herself onto her knees in front of my seat.
The thriller film we’d come to watch droned on in the background as she freed my cock from my pants and scooped up the stream of precum dripping from the tip with her tongue, swallowing it with pleasure. I swallowed too, anxious to feel her mouth gulp my dick.
And Desiree didn’t disappoint as she pulled the head into her mouth and licked it playfully before swallowing me whole. My hips jerked involuntarily with the swift movement. My breath came out in a hiss when I watched her mouth travel down. My hands gripped the armrests at my sides as her lips slid up and down, steadily picking up her speed, as she rotated her hands around the now wet length of my cock.
Her eyes lifted to meet mine, and she lifted off, pausing for a moment to smile at me before returning to her feast.
Tremors coursed up my spine as she continued her expert sucking. But as much as I was enjoying it, I wanted to be sure she received the loving she deserved too. Placing my hands under her arms, I lifted her and helped her back to her seat.
I knelt down in front of her and lifted her skirt to reveal her bare flesh underneath. I leaned forward, inhaling her scent and imbibing her nectar. Her taste coated my tongue and I licked my lips, not wanting to waste a single drop. Then I was back again, burrowing into her and lapping her up.
She moved her pelvis, damn near crushing my face with her grinding. But that only let me know I was on the right track. And my guess that I was on the right track was confirmed when both of her hands flew to the side of my head and held on tight as her whole body shook like crazy when she came.
She had me hard as steel, and I needed to be inside her. I returned to my seat and checked out the theater. No one else had come in and we were still alone. I looked at her and we shared mischievous grins, and wordlessly she stood up and sat down in my lap.
She pressed slow circles into me, massaging my dick with her ass. Then she lifted a bit, grabbed me and lowered herself, guiding me into her. The feel of her was amazing. Maybe I was just excited by the thrill of what we were doing, but I could have sworn she felt warmer than ever, tighter than ever, and wetter than normal. I squeezed my eyes closed tightly as she began a slow, tortuous rise and then fall on my shaft. My hands moved to cup her waist between my hands as I felt her body continue its sweet pace. I didn’t want it to end, but as much as I wanted to abandon all inhibitions and cares and stay like that, at that speed, for as long as possible, I knew we couldn’t. We were already treading on thin ice having sex in a public place, and we’d need to wrap this thing up before someone walked in on us.
So it was time for me to take over and guide this thing to shore. I slid my hands down to her hips and guided her faster and harder onto my cock, delighting in the sound of her moans as I pushed into her sweet, juicy pussy.
I came harder than ever before and felt her body shake with mine as we climaxed together.
The images from the screen flickered bright against our bodies as her hands rested against my knees and my arms circled her waist. I was still inside her, reluctant to move, though I was growing soft, when an older couple could be seen entering from the lower left side of the theater.
Desiree lifted off of me and slid easily into her seat next to me, flashing a saucy grin as we shared in the thrill of having gotten away with our latest secret sex adventure.
Hadley pulled the book from her bookshelf and sat in her favorite reading chair in the corner of her bedroom. She pulled her fleece blanket over her legs and curled up beneath the thick material. With a soft sigh she opened the book and smiled at the physical description of the hero, Alexander Robard.
This was her fifth reading of Love Between the Lines, her all-time favorite Romance title starring her all-time favorite Romance hero, Mr. Robard himself. Not only did his physical description sound like a dream but his character was so down-to-earth, fun, and funny that she wished she, if only for one day, could take the place of the story’s heroine, Peyton, just to spend a few hours with her imaginary dream guy. And most importantly, she wanted just a tiny taste of the sensuous pleasure he'd given to Peyton in the novel. If she had that, she knew that she could die a happy woman.
She closed her eyes, mentally rehearsing her wish again, the one she’d recited to herself at least a hundred times before. If it’s possible, at all possible, please let me find an Alexander Robard to call my own, she thought. Just let me stumble across him anywhere, it really doesn’t matter where.
She opened her eyes again and sank into the comfortable cushions of her chair to read her favorite book again as if for the first time. But as she read, the words began to run together until they became a jumbled black blur. She frowned and blinked several times, wondering if something was wrong with her vision. Panic enveloped her, sending her mind racing as she imagined the worst case scenario. What if she had some rare eye disease that only two other people in the world had. And now three, if you included her.
Then the black ink blots began to thin, expand, and stretch across the page before forming a wave-like pattern. The wave began to oscillate, creating a steady, hypnotizing up and down motion before a single stream of light shot from one end. Then another light, then another until the entire book was filled with blinding white light. Hadley gasped and threw the book onto the floor.
Her chest heaved as she watched the blinding bright light emitting from the pages and then suddenly an inexplicable gust of wind came out of nowhere, slamming the book closed.
Hadley spun around to face the deep voice she heard behind her left shoulder. And she inhaled sharply when her eyes met the owner of the voice. There was no mistaking who it was. Alexander Robard. It was obvious, from the hazel eyes to the olive complexion to the chiseled jaw and finally the signature dark whisp of hair that brushed over his right brow.
Hadley was speechless. How was this possible? She never actually expected her wish to come true, it was just a fun idea. At most, she'd hoped to come across a mediocre substitute in real life. But to have the real thing live and in the flesh was truly a fantasy. Was he really in the flesh though or was this some kind of cruel mirage?
Hadley dared to reach out and touch his shirtless chest. The skin of his pecs felt satiny smooth, exactly as she’d imagined when she’d stared at them on the book’s cover more times than she could count.
Realizing she was still groping him much longer than she’d planned, she pulled her hand away.
Alexander flashed her a pearly white smile and took her hand to bring it back to his chest. He flattened her hand against him and when the sensitive flesh at the center of her palm ran across his erect nipples, her shoulders shook with a visible shudder.
“This is what you wanted, isn't it, Hadley?”
She gave a slow nod, unable to pull her gaze away from his mesmerizing hazel eyes. They were as spellbinding as the author had described. In fact, his entire face was enough to take her breath away.
He extended his hand and Hadley hesitantly reached out to take it, the flutters overtaking her stomach as she looked back up into his enchanting eyes. Alexander bent over to kiss the top of her hand, and her eyes closed as she relished in the sweetness of it.
But then, the sudden feel of heat at her side and the crackling sound of fire, made her eyes shoot open. She looked over to the source of the heat at the fire beside her. She then lifted her eyes to survey her surroundings. They were outside, in the woods, and behind the fire was a large gray tent.
Hadley’s eyes widened and her head whipped back around to look back into Alexander’s handsome face. The campfire scene!
The campfire scene had to be her absolute favorite scene from Love Between the Lines. Was he? Was he going to re-create it here? With her?
Her heart raced as he took her hand again and led her closer to the fire. He waited for her to sit first and then sat beside her. “You’re cold,” he said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and running his hand up and down her cool flesh. “Let me warm you.” He pulled her body in closer to his.
Yes, he was going to re-create it. Hadley knew this scene like the back of her hand. Next, Alexander placed a finger under Peyton’s chin and guided her face to his...
She gasped as he proceeded to do just that and her body felt boneless when his lips met hers. Luckily for her, though, he was now holding her tightly in his embrace as his tongue joined in a lazy, languid dance with her own. The soft crackling of the fire beside them, and the warmth from both the fire and Alexander’s body, coupled with his tender kiss felt better than any dream her brain could ever create. The taste of him and his woodsy, purely male scent engaged her senses in a way no dream world ever could.
She felt her body easing back down onto the ground beneath them and his body over hers. Positioned between her parted legs, he continued to kiss and lick her lips as if he too craved her taste as much as she did his. Alexander’s hips moved, grinding against her, as the evidence of his attraction poked at her sex.
She could feel the dampening between her thighs, and pulled her mouth away in an attempt to catch her breath. She was overwhelmed with emotions, feelings, and sensations she’d never before felt all at once, and she wasn’t sure if she could actually handle all that she’d asked for.
She opened her eyes to find Alexander watching her. He caressed her face. “I’ll go slow,” he said, as if he knew exactly what she’d been thinking. And a wave of relief washed over her as he bent down to plant another gentle kiss on her lips.
His touch was light as his hands moved down to circle her nipples through her shirt. Hadley swallowed and let her eyes drift closed again as she let his slow movements carry her away into what was now beginning to definitely feel like a dream. When she felt the warm wetness of his mouth seep through the fabric of her shirt and onto her breast as he suckled her through her clothing she squirmed under him, feeling the uncontrollable spasms of her pussy in response to the erotic sensation.
Lost in her daze, she wasn’t exactly sure when or just how he’d done it, but he’d relieved her of her shirt and pants in record time. She watched as he stood before her to remove his own clothing and marveled at the night shadows cast from the fire flickering against his magnificent frame. She stared in awe at his perfectly carved, strong body and her breath caught as he moved back toward her and he enveloped her body with his own.
Flesh against flesh, their bodies molded and melded together as they once again shared gentle kisses. Alexander reached down between them and moved her leg outward, giving himself more access to her hot, dewy center.
His fingers penetrated her first, moving in and out of her. But soon, they were followed by the velvety hardness of his cock’s head against her entrance. He slid in, gliding slowly and deliberately inside her slick canal, inch by inch and then pulled out. As he entered her again, he leaned down to find her lips, his kiss even deeper and more passionate now than before. The speed of his stroke increased as his kiss grew hungrier.
Hadley’s arms snaked up beneath his arms and her hands rose to grip his shoulders as his kisses moved over to her neck. The kisses became sucking and as he pulled at the sensitive flesh, she cried out in ecstasy, her body moving in time with his.
She felt her pussy spasm and jolt when he lowered his mouth to suck at her breasts. Lost in the feel of it all, her arms fell out on the ground at her sides, the dirt and rocks scraping at her elbows. But she hardly felt it when the pleasure Alexander gave her was more than enough to override the pain.
He rose up again to whisper in her ear, “I want you to come for me, Hadley.” Hadley whimpered and nodded as he pulled from her and lowered himself between her legs. His lips and tongue were searing against the delicate folds of her pussy as he feasted on her. Hadley’s screams echoed through the night air as his licks became more insistent and determined. Hadley’s legs closed around his ears as her body shook violently with the most intense orgasm of her life. So many emotions surged through her that she didn’t know if she wanted to laugh or cry. Or maybe even both at the same time. All she knew was that it felt as if she’d just released everything within her with her climax.
Hadley’s body still shook when he lifted up again onto his knees and wrapped one of her legs around his hip. He entered her, impaling her pussy again with his rod, and gave long, deep penetrating strokes that seemed to electrify her entire body. Her nerve endings awakened again and buzzed with excitement as his body merged and moved with hers. She fell into the mesmerizing waves of his movement again and felt her body moving toward another climax. And as her body closed in on another climactic peak, she felt his body stiffen and his strokes become harder and faster until they both reached orgasm together.
They lay in each others’ arms as their breathing and heart rates returned to normal. Alexander moved close until his warm breath was against her ear as he panted out. Then he said, “Thank you, Hadley.”
Hadley closed her eyes and smiled, allowing herself to drift off to sleep.
She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but when she awoke, she was back in her armchair and still nestled beneath her blanket. It was all a dream, she realized, pouting at the realization. But it had all felt so real. She could even still feel him now, and taste him, and smell him.
Hadley fingered the open page underneath her hand and wistfully tried to recall every detail of the vivid dream so that she could store it forever in her mind. But then, dark scrawled writing on the page caught her attention.
What? she thought, as she brought the page closer to decipher the handwriting.
It read, Thank you, Hadley. And with the page closer to her face she noticed something within the seams. She reached out to touch it and the granules stuck to her fingertip. It was the dirt from the campsite. And what was that smell? Hadley brought the book close to her nose and sniffed. Alexander’s smell. She smiled knowingly as a tear ran down her cheek. It wasn’t a dream.
As soon as the couple slid into the back seat of my taxi, I knew tonight was about to get a little interesting.
I've been doing this job for three years now, and I can usually tell when I'll have to play the let-me-pretend-to-keep-my-eyes-on-the-road-game for the duration of the drive.
When a couple can't keep their hands off of each other, when they can't take their eyes off of one another, and when the sexual tension is so thick it can be cut with a knife, I know it's going to be a steamy, hot ride.
So we've got about thirty minutes until we reach their destination and from what I can see in the rearview mirror, his hands are already on her tits.
Few cars are on the road this late at night, and its a good thing because I already know that my full attention won’t be on the road with the distraction in the back.
Distractions like the round, pink-nippled tit that dude just now popped out and is sucking on like he's starving. And the way he's going to town on it, you’d think he was actually squeezing something out of it. Hell, who knows, maybe he was. I don't know what kinda freaky shit people are into these days. I don't have time to know, ‘cause when you're working three jobs just to make ends meet, you have a lot less time for sexual leisure time.
Which is kinda why I secretly get a kick out of the occasional horny couple that ends up in the back seat of my cab. I guess we all gotta get our rocks off somewhere.
And it's also why I'm not making a fuss about the indecent exposure going on back there.
Now he's cupping and sucking one breast using one hand and fingering her cunt with his other hand.
She's a squirmy one. A noisy one too. And I know dude's gotta be hard as hell ‘cause each moan, grunt, and whimper she's making has me milliseconds away from being at full salute.
I turn my attention back to the road as a black sports car comes out of nowhere, darting in front of me and speeding past. Guess I was too slow for him. But if he could get a look at the action behind me, I bet he'd get the reason for my snail's pace.
Besides, the two in the back clearly aren't in a rush to get anywhere anyway. Well, wait, scratch that, ‘cause they're clearly in a rush to get off, but just not to their physical destination.
I shoot my eyes back there again and all I see is her leaning against the seat back, eyes closed, with her breasts out and bouncing with each bump from the car ride.
But dude's out of view. I lift my hand to angle the rearview mirror down a little and sure enough there he is, on the floor between her naked legs. Now I can clearly hear the sounds of him eating her out. He's licking and sucking and must be doing a damn good job ‘cause now she's screaming.
And I'm stiff as fuck now and glad I'm almost at the end of my shift, ‘cause I know I'm gonna need to rub one out after these two.
Then the squishy sounds come and I glance back again to see his arm moving at a rapid fire speed as his fingers move in and out between her legs.
And it's getting fucking hard to even sit up front listening to their sex play now as my dick throbs and pushes against the crotch of my pants. I hear rustling noises as they move and shift around back there.
Finally, I make it to a red light. Time to sneak another peek. Now she's on his lap facing him, and her bare back is exposed to me in the rearview. Her ass cheeks peek out from under the skirt he has hiked up. And he's squeezing her ass and moving her up and down on him.
It's so hot back there that I think I might not need to rub a damn thing out. Just listening to them and looking at them is damn near enough to get me off.
But my hand drifts down between my legs anyway to cup and massage my stiff dick, hoping I can relieve some of the pressure.
The light turns green and I hate to have to pull my eyes away from the show going on behind me. But their panting and sex noises provide enough to fuel my imagination.
We're five minutes away from their stop, and it's like they know it, picking up their pace like they're racing me to their destination. She comes first, her body shaking all over as she falls forward onto him. But he doesn't stop, pulling her body down to pound onto him until he lets out a loud groan as he comes inside her.
Whew. Shit, even I'm sweating up front just watching. And listening. Hell, and smelling. The distinct musky smell of their combined sex fluids fills the interior. But that's why I keep some heavy duty, concentrated air freshener in my glove compartment. Never know when it'll come in handy in this line of work. But I knew I'd need more than air freshener. This was gonna need an all-four-windows-down kind of airing out once those two got out.
I pull up to their stop and they'd already dressed and gotten themselves back together, giggling and whispering the whole time.
The lady gets out, her hair a mess and her clothes wrinkled, while the guy leans up between the two front seats, his hand outstretched. I take the wad of cash he hands me and watch them walk off into their building, all over each other, clearly getting ready for another go round.
I unfold the dollars in my hand and realize dude gave me a generous tip. An extra hundred dollars, to be exact. And I'm glad I didn't stop them, ‘cause I doubt he would've been so charitable if I had. Besides, watching them alone would've been tip enough. My dick pulses in agreement and I look at the dashboard clock. Yeah, I think it's time to take a break.
Dahlia held her breath, listening out for the sound of the bedroom door opening as she tried to keep herself from laughing. She had no idea what to expect, but since it was Halloween, she assumed it would be Halloween-themed.
She and Jared hadn’t engaged in role play in a while but he’d told her that he wanted to do it tonight. “Just go home and get into bed,” he’d told her on the phone at work that morning. “And I’ll meet you there tonight.”
So there she was, in bed, waiting. And just as she’d nearly found herself falling asleep she heard the front door downstairs open and then close.
Then, slow footsteps climbed the staircase. Dahlia turned her back to the door and closed her eyes, holding her breath again as she tried to visualize where Jared was by the sound of his steadily approaching steps. When she heard the familiar creak of one of the bedroom floorboards, she knew he was only about two steps away from the bed.
Next she felt the bed dip behind her. And then a strange, lightly pricking sensation trailed from the base of her spine to her shoulder blade. Chills followed and she turned to ask, “What was that…?”
She stopped when her eyes fell on the gruesome mask. She looked down to his hand to find the source of the pricking sensation---a glove with knives for fingers in classic Freddy Krueger style. He even donned a black and red tattered sweater and black hat, completing the costume.
Dahlia’s heart fluttered as he moved closer, and she saw his familiar brown eyes from the holes in the mask. But even that familiarity wasn’t enough to make her comfortable with this freaky ensemble.
“Jared...uh...that’s not sexy, baby, it’s kinda creepy.”
Jared’s voice came out in a throaty rasp and Dahlia’s eyes grew round. “Who said it would be sexy?” He lightly scraped the index finger knife down her arm to her wrist, sending chills through her body. It was an odd mix of being turned on and off at the same time and she closed her eyes as she tried to wrap her mind around Jared’s odd choice for the night’s play.
“Don’t go back to sleep,” he told her, “That’s what got you into this in the first place.”
Dahlia opened her eyes and laughed, remembering the horror flick’s premise of the creepy dream-stalking killer.
But when he reached an arm around her waist to aggressively pull her body toward his, she frowned. “Damn, Jared, into character, much?”
He rasped out again, and she stared at the rubber burn scar details on the mask as he spoke, “I don't know who this Jared fella is you keep referring to, but even he can't save you now.”
Dahlia's face wrinkled in confusion. She didn't know if she wanted to laugh or cringe. But before she could mull over it any further, he flipped up her nightgown and slid two finger knives under the band of her underwear.
Rather than sit motionless, Dahlia figured she'd get into character too and play the role of his frightened victim. Dahlia squirmed and gave a scream as he snatched off her panties.
Jared gripped her by the waist and flipped her body over so that she lay flat on tbe bed. Dablia giggled, amused by his forceful play but also grateful that she wouldn't have to look at that hideous mask while engaging in their intimate moment.
Her eyes drifted closed when she felt his warm breath on her vulva. And though the rubber of the mask slid along her sensitized sex, the feel of it along with the licks from his tongue gave a sensation like no other. Dahlia clutched at the duvet beneath her as he moved his face in circles, rotating his mouth along her pussy.
Then, a nip of her labia made her jump and whip her head up to look back at him.”Hey!”
Jared's laugh was muffled behind the mask and he lifted his gloved hand to lower her head back down. “I told you...who said this was going to be sexy?”
He ran three knifed fingers down her back and over her ass, tickling her skin until she shuddered and tingled all over. He returned to nip at her other labia before pulling it into his mouth to suck. It actually was sexy, she thought, pushing her ass up into the air and moving back toward his face to allow him better access as he ate her from behind.
Sucking and kissing sounds followed Jared's movements as he buried his mouth and the costume's rubber nose into her. Dahlia circled her hips onto him, unable to get enough as she groaned with delight. But when he added the fingers of his non-gloved hand to the lingual assault, probing her core mercilessly, her body went into sensory shock as a blinding orgasm surged through her body.
Before she could fully recover, Jared flipped her over again and Bianca’s sweet high came to an abrupt end when she opened her eyes to a close-up view of the distorted rubber face.
As he moved in closer, Dahlia lifted a hand in front of his face to stop him. “No, no. You gotta take that thing off first.”
Jared chuckled behind his hideous mask. He nodded and removed it, throwing it onto the floor next to the bed.
Dahlia cupped the sides of his face in her hands and pulled his face close to hers to kiss him. “Now this is much better,”she said, her lips traveling down to shower kisses from his neck to his chest. She reached between them to massage the hard bulge in his black slacks. Dahlia unzipped and freed him, rubbing the velvety hardness until he groaned.
She guided him to her warm opening and wrapped her arms around his broad back as he thrust into her.
She imagined they were an odd sight to see. A gloved Freddy Krueger, now hat-less from the exertion, but donning the sweater with his black slacks around his ankles as he pumped into her on their bed. Dahlia gyrated her own hips, pushing up to receive his thrusts as she tightened her pussy muscles to rhythmically squeeze his dick in time with their movements. Jared yelled out, coming with a force like never before.
She'd pay good money to see this picture---her fucking Freddy Krueger. Jared was definitely a bit off sometimes, but lucky for him she was able to keep up with his crazy.
Erotic flash fiction to make your Fridays a little more spicy.