SK482, Author at NSFW story — Page 2 of 2

I need you

I need you

I need you.

My mouth needs your body.

My lips and tongue need to explore every inch of your shivering skin, to tease the rosy peaks of your breasts, and to caress the delicate hollow of your hips.

My mouth needs you wet, glistening pussy.
I need to kiss you, lick you, devour you with ravenous abandon until you come – hot and hard – on my tongue.

And once my lips and beard are sodden with your lust, I need to slide my naked cock deep inside my secret flesh. I need to take you, fuck you, and own this dripping sex until you moan and whimper, until you curse and invoke the almighty, until you scream over and again my name, until you fear the thrusts of the untamed animal possessing his prey might tear her shreds.

I need your body; I need you. I need it all so desperately I can barely think or breathe or live.

Afternoon sunlight

Late afternoon sun sends shadows across our naked, sated bodies. We both smile, grin, sharing the post-coital pleasure. Unabashed sexuality. We draw together for an embrace, skin to skin, your breasts warm against my chest, my cock still somewhat hard pushing against your belly, wanting you one more time. What a first meeting! Better than the art museum indeed.,

[MF] First encounter with my mistress

Hotel Orlando. Beverly Hills, California. Mid-July 2012. Early afternoon. Knock on the door. Benjamin crosses the room, takes a quick look through the security hole, and opens the door. “Well, there she is.” Jet black hair. Sparking dark brown eyes. Elegant sunglasses. Purple and black wrap dress. Rachel confidently strides through the door, takes a firm step forward, and throws her arms around Benjamin’s neck. They lock in the deep embrace and kisses of long-time lovers. He feels her ample breasts against his chest. His hands run over her back, then over her ass, pulling her close, and, yes, against his stiffness. Later she would say this “showed confidence.” She pulls back, lifts her sunglasses, smiles. And again, they lock bodies and kiss.

They had met virtually almost three months beforehand, exchanging banter on Kate’s blog, where Kate was recounting her post-divorce sexual escapades … and frustrations. Benjamin and Kate started emailing off the blog. Kate seriously wanted to fuck Benjamin, but, even had she been well situated geographically (which she was not), Kate was not quite his type. And then one day Kate emailed Benjamin, saying that he must get in touch with Rachel, that she had not had sex in 20 years. “Well, I’m 55 now,” she said. “I figure that I have ten years, so I want to start something soon.” Read more »

[MF] A serendipitous encounter

Serendipity, not chance or coincidence, put them on business trips in the same city for the same days. He entered the hotel room after his last commitment of the day, a business lunch, wearing a tailored blue suit and his favorite Save the Children Foundation ice hockey tie. When the tie garnered comments, which it always did, especially from women, it must be the children thing he liked to note that the tie always attracted comments from intelligent, attractive women.

She had arrived earlier. Dressed in her best light gray power suit, serious yet feminine, she sat waiting at the table, sensuously chewing on a large ripe strawberry. “Sit on the sofa,” she said firmly. “You must have had quite a morning,” he said. “Sit.” And so he sat. Their eyes locked. She stared firmly, taking charge. Read more »

[MF] After an adulterous fuck

A kinky thought. The following would not have occurred to me until I started fucking other men’s wives. So, I fuck his wife all afternoon. We shower to clean off the post-sex aroma. She leaves for home. She kisses her husband with lips that had, just a few hours before, been wrapped around my cock wet with her pussy juices. Does he taste it? They sit on the sofa that evening watching a Netflix. My sperm swim up her cunt towards her uterus, hoping to find an egg to fertilize. The rest of my cum slowly seeps out of her pussy onto her panties. Does she smile that some of me remains inside her? Does her husband suspect? Just a kinky thought for the day.