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The Sailor

Jack knew I was out. Where he wasn't sure, but he had accepted that he was a sorry excuse for a husband and that I needed more to satisfy me. I had kissed his cheek as I left, his pathetic dick pressing against his cage at the contact. I bent over to fasten my ankle strap, my tight skirt riding up to flash my bare pussy. I winked and headed out. I knew he'd wait up.

The bar wasn't far from the naval base and I had always had a lot of success with the boys there. A pretty girl in a tight dress, down to fuck, wedding ring twisted to hide the gem. It wasn't long before a guy sat down beside me and insisted on buying me a drink. Tall, slender, dark hair cut short and a tattoo on his arm, twisting under his rolled up shirt sleeve. His name was Matt though I didn't really care.

"You know I'm married." I giggled over my wine. "Though he doesn't do it for me anymore."

"So you're a cheat?" He asked, eyes running over my cleavage. Read more »

[MF], Oral, Submissive, Cheat: A Quick Stop in Baton Rouge

He sat across the table from her in the diner. Two cups of coffee steamed between them, un-touched. She looked down at the table and licked her lips.

“It’s . . . good to see you again,” she said.

“You too,” he replied.

May was overweight. Fat, in fact, she’d put on fifty pounds since he’d last seen her. But her hair was long, and rich and healthy, tumbling about in auburn waves. Her eyes were still a glacial blue. She glanced up at him and brushed her thick hair back over her shoulder. She licked her lips again. Reaching down, she pulled the heavy knit sweater down over her mom jeans and swallowed.

“Thanks. It’s been a long time.”

“So,” she said, licking her lips. “You still married?”

“Yep,” he grinned, “25 years this year, with a five-year engagement at the beginning, we’ve been together 30 years.”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. She sighed.

“Happy?”

“Mostly. Nothing’s perfect. I understand you’re married, too.”

She swallowed. “Eight years. We, um, we have one daughter.”

He raised an eyebrow. Read more »

THE TUTOR (CONT)

She meditated for a moment; "but tell you what, we ain't done yet." she said and slid her chair back to the desk. "I think we can finish all this work before you ride is here, but we'll need to step up the pace a bit." she reaches for a jar of something that was tucked behind the pencils and nick-nacks. Its a small jar of vaseline, I had seen her use it religiously on her lips, I assumed she was grabbing it for this purpose.

"ok kiddo slide back a moment." I studied her face, totally normal grin, I slid back my chair and she looks down.

"Just delightful, my god, and those undies are unreal, little wet bikinis on a giant …"

She covers her mouth as if she has let the cat out of the bag. I chuckled, it wasn't news, I knew I had a big dick…

"Thanks…" I say with a grin.

"Ok I got an idea, slip that hog of yours out." She says as she pops the lid on the vaseline and uses an index finger to get a dime sized mound of it scooped up. Read more »

I Saw You Watching {Part Two} [mf][vampire]

I’m caught between fear and exhilaration, panic and arousal, when you are suddenly so close I can feel the warmth of your breath against my face. Your hand moves slowly through the air, reaching up to touch my cheek. I close my eyes in anticipation.

Then, inexplicably, there is a warm wind and rain against my skin, and when I open my eyes in surprise I find we are on a rooftop, high above a frozen city. The rain moves so slowly, and I am disoriented all at once at the sudden change. Nothing else seems to be moving but the wind. You stand before me, smirking and watching my face.

As you move closer, closer still, a warm calm comes over me, and I don’t feel afraid of you anymore. A moment of doubt, suspicion of manipulation, passes quickly and then you are all I want to think about. Your hands reach slowly for my arms, gripping me as in my dream. I can feel the strength in your arms as you hold my arms tightly by my sides. You move in closer with your body, connecting your hips with mine, thigh to thigh, chest to chest, all points of contact fairly setting me on fire. Read more »

Last call – and you’re still at the bar

(So I wrote part of this for a young lady on DPP, but heard nothing back. I loved the idea, so carried on writing and thought I'd share here. Hope you enjoy it)

(Hello. So I messaged you on Sunday, but in case it got lost in the shuffle and you're still checking this, I'll carry on. I do like a bigger girl…)

'Hey.' I say. 'You got anywhere to be?'

I've been watching you all night, though I've been careful not to let you notice. Unlike the other skinny girls in this bar, you've got something about you – the eager eyes, the way you bite your lip when you glance at me, the way you squirm on your barstool – you could be interesting…

'Because it looks to me,' I say. 'Like you came out tonight looking to get fucked. And luckily for you, my place is just down the road. Now, why don't we get out of here?'

I lead you out of the bar by one hand, striding fast enough to make you totter on your heels as you keep up, trying to tug your skirt down enough to cover at least some of your dignity. Read more »

I Saw You Watching – {Part One}

{One} Last night, at the hotel restaurant, you sat alone at a table near the window. I saw you looking my way, averting your eyes when I caught you.

Later, I saw you in the hall on the third floor while I was out getting ice. Your dark eyes flicked to mine, then away. You passed by quickly, without a sound.

I’m pretty sure you passed by my room later in the evening when I reached out to pick up the extra towels.

Was that your shadow passing by slowly tonight, slipping quietly by my door?

Will you be there in the restaurant again tomorrow, sipping dark wine by the window?

It’s late, and sleep is evasive. When I close my eyes I see you, and now you don’t look away. I’m arrested by your eyes, dark and placid. My skin suddenly feels hot and prickly. You’re gripping my arm tightly, and when I look down I can see that you’re aroused. Your body is warm as it presses into mine. You’re tense and trembling.

When I turn my eyes back to your handsome face, you’re smiling but your sharp teeth are covered with blood. Read more »

THE TUTOR

It was a rainy day after my summer school class, I was 18 going to prep before college. I got a lift to the tutors, she was an amazingly cheerful woman, late 40s, always made my day with her smile and always surprised me with how deliciously intriguing she was to me, some one who had decades between us. The woman that gave me a lift was an unconfident driver, and would not pull down the driveway of the tutors house. She was convinced the rain would make it impossible for her to get back out of the driveway…so I got out in the down pour. I wasn't going to argue with her…she was my nanny, and now, sole caretaker, after the accident. The rain soaked my clothes, which consisted of a pair of khakis and a black t-shirt were sticking to me. As I made my way to the front door of the tutors place she could see me through the window and ran to the door opened it and widened her eyes and showed her remarkably white teeth grinning as she frantically motioning for me to come inside with haste. Read more »

The Seduction

I awake, alone in bed. Last night was another long night of watching Ryan plow you deep and hard, while I masturbated in a chair next to the bed. You’d let me sleep in bed with you and Ryan afterwards, after I’d cleaned your messy pussy with my mouth. It was a comfort to be held in your arms, after all that, and I’d slept well.

I heard the shower shut off, and Ryan stepped in to the room, a towel around his waist. At this point, there wasn’t much privacy among us; I’d been fluffing Ryan at your direction for some time, and you two were bringing me in to watch and help out for some time. I sat up in bed and looked over at Ryan as his towel slid away. His body was amazing – I’d come to appreciate why you enjoy it so much as time had gone on. He was in amazing shape: hard, angular, chiseled. It didn’t hurt that he kept his cock and balls shaved bare, It also didn’t hurt that he was so large, stiff and straight. You’d made sure I knew about that, and in the past months you’d guided my hands and mouth over it so often, I felt like I knew him as well as you did. Ryan caught me staring at his cock in the mirror. Read more »

My second try!

I pull the blanket up close to our chins and as I move closer, you bite your lower lip knowing what happens when I do this move. My hand slides down your body, over a tank top, on to your tummy, then stops at the hem of your sleep pants. I slide my hand under the hem and the smooth skin of your shaved pussy is warm and inviting. Your legs open a bit more as my fingers cross your pussy lips. I first find the ever so hard clit of yours and I lightly run my fingers over it as your pussy gets more wet so my fingers can slide in. The pressure of my hands is working that clit and your wet pussy lips are easing my fingers to glide over them. Your eyes are staring into mine asking me to keep going. You're mouth open letting your heavy breath and moans escape. My eyes look deep into yours and without even looking at my lips, my eyes look like a grin is forming with deep blue smile. My fingers slide deep into your pussy, a moan loudly escape from your mouth, your back arched, your hands on my arm trying to stop my hand, the other hand is tightly holding your breast and pinching your own nipple. My two fingers begin to curl upward inside your tight wet pussy and right on the top, my fingers found a little ruff spot. The one button that I know can get you moving all over this room. As I touch your gspot, the walls of your pussy close onto my fingers, trying to hold them hostage. But it's so wet inside that I can slide in and out with the greatest is ease. With the roar of the fire, my hand most quickly inside your pussy. Not stopping for you to catch your breath. The walls are closing tighter and tighter. The slick sound is making it through the blankets. As you get closer to the edge, you start to hold your breath, that back arches ever more then before, the walls of your pussy now trying to keep my fingers out, and your hand turning your nipple into almost a deep purple. You start to get louder, but now my mouth and tongue are over your mouth to help muffle the scream of ecstasy that boils deep within you. Read more »