Author: Smyoozh

**It** was my turn to make dinner and I was working on something special when I heard the front door open and close abruptly. The sound of shoes hitting the floor with conviction were followed by angry footsteps.

*“What an awful day! Just fucking awful!”*

I looked at her; grey eyes looked back with a hot intensity — there was a moment I thought she would scream but instead simply whispered.

*“I need you to do something for me honey. Here and now.”*

*“Of course.”*

*“I need you to fuck me hard; right here, right now”*

She didn’t even wait for an answer and moved to the kitchen table and pushed one of place settings out of the way and then turned back to look at me. She then reached back to undo her skirt and let it drop to the floor; stepping out of it, she then pulled down her panties and shifted herself up onto the table, and after kicking away her panties, spread her legs. Her intensity shifted slightly from anger to lust as she moved a hand to her pussy.

*“What are you waiting for? Get that cock out and fuck me.”* Read more »

**I** like it when you tell me cum has starting to run down your inner thigh and when returning from the bathroom you tell me how much I came; then you slide back into bed smelling of sex. You kiss me and tell me how you are still horny and want more — I say I will need a little time to recover and you laugh and reach down to feel my soft sticky cock.

**Pulling** the sheets back, you move to straddle me, and as I look up, you lick two fingers and move to your swollen cunt. You keep staring at me as you spread your folds and play with your clit — you are red and sticky with our juices.

**You** ask me to find the dildo, and as I stare up at you, I blindly reach for it under the covers and finally find it. Grabbing it, I hold it like a second cock just above my belly button and invite you to fuck me again. I hold it tight with two hands as you reposition and slowly guide neon pink deep and then grind into my hands. You fuck silently and reach to take control of the dildo and I watch you lose yourself in pleasure. You have lifted off me to make it easier to fuck yourself and the dildo now glistens. Read more »

**We** found ourselves standing in front of a painting I insisted Simone look at. She had gotten invited to a gallery opening and I was her plus one. I loved being her plus one because my only responsibility was to stay by her side, and as she liked to say, *”look pretty”*.

The painting was the partial face of a woman with short red hair and alabaster skin; her lips were
painted red, and her mouth was forced open by a red ball gag — a black leather strap crossed
her cheek and disappeared under her hair. A long strand of drool fell from her lower lip and was
lost in the luminescence of her skin at the bottom of the painting.

Simone nudged into me, *“I really like it. I can feel her desire.”*

*“It’s simply mesmerizing. I can almost hear her pleasure and desire for more”, was my response as I continued to stare.*

People would join us as we contemplated the painting but would rarely spend much time as it wasn’t to their taste or they were simply in a hurry as they made their way through the gallery. Our trance was broken when we heard a soft voice off to the side. Read more »

***She loves*** our mirror. She spends as much time as needed to make sure everything is in order at the beginning of the day, and will turn to either side when she is almost finished her inspection; a wrinkled nose always means a change. She is measured when she dresses and there is a dance like quality to it — occasionally she will ask what I think but it’s easily dismissed. Her eye is critical.

She has a weakness for lingerie so occasionally I will surprise her — with a bottle of wine, we will talk about the day and what could possibly be in the beautifully decorated box. Inevitable we find our way to the bedroom and I will lay on the bed enjoying the wine and watch as she muses over her new gift. She looks at herself and then at me and raises her glass to make a toast to our seduction. Read more »

**As I stood** at the side of the bed stroking myself for her entertainment, she asked if she could suck my cock deep. Without waiting for an answer, she repositioned herself on the bed with her head hanging over the edge, and after looking at me, opened her mouth and let her head fall back — she exposed a long slender throat for me to fuck, and then she waited.

Moving towards her, I directed my cock into her mouth and slowly pushed until she had taken it all. As she waited for me to start fucking her throat, her hand moved to her pussy and she began to play with her folds. As I watched, I found myself slowly fucking her mouth as if it was the pussy she was playing with. Occasionally, I would pull out completely and ask if she could breathe and she would nod and open her mouth inviting me back in.

Her moans were muffled and occasionally her free hand would move to my ass to pull me in and hold me there. Her fingers would circle her clit with urgency when she did this — eventually I pull out concerned that she couldn’t breathe. Inevitably she whispered, “more”, and I fucked her lovely throat with abandon. Read more »