Tag: erotica

In Bed

His face was between my legs.  His tongue working magic.  Focused on my clit.  His hands surrounded the soft sensitive flesh of my stomach.  His tongue was circling my nub.  Licking it up and down.  His lips embraced it as it swelled.  Suckled it.  His hands slid slowly up my body, pushed my t-shirt up over my breasts and fondled them.  They crossed my hardening nipples and sent shivers down my body.  Tingling all over.  He expertly increased the speed of his tongue.  His hands held my twitching torso.  Writhing, arching, feeling such great tension throughout.  More and more until I could no longer stand it.

I burst into an orgasm.  Burst into his mouth.  Juices flowing freely.  Release of all that built up tension.  Releasing a feeling of ecstasy.   Intense.  Squeezing his head with my legs.  Then struggling to get away.  Too much, I said, not meaning it.  He continued for a moment before relaxing and moving away I wallowed in my pleasure.  My god, he has become so good at this manipulation of my body.

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Feeling Guilt

Emotions.  They can’t always be rationalized away by logic.  My husband has agreed to let me go to bed with other men.  Okay – fuck other men – it sounds so crude.  Anyway, I went on a business trip and met an attractive man and took him to my bed.  Troy called when he was there and I ignored his call so he might suspect.  Somehow, I didn’t tell him about my pick up and even though I know he wouldn’t mind I now feel guilty about it.

Truth is that I don’t want to talk to Troy about this man.  He was older, very muscular, an ex-Marine, and a fantastic lover.  Usually I only cum with clitoral stimulation or sometimes from mental stimulation but never from a penis entering my vagina.  Not until now that is.  I didn’t think it was possible but something about his cock and the way he thrust it in me (doggy style) that sent me over the edge.  It was an orgasm that was different from the rest.  There was a building crescendo as he pumped me from behind.  His thrusts were hard and deep and his cock was thick and curved slightly.  God, his pumping felt so good.  When I finally came it was in crashing waves and I felt my entire body tighten and then release.  A release deep inside of me pouring juices like never before.

I keep thinking about him and that orgasm.  I will probably never see him again.  I don’t often visit that city and didn’t even get his number.  Yet I wished I had.  Wished I could be fucked by him again.  Is that why I feel guilty or is it because I haven’t told Troy about it.

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Teen Memories

It was my first job.  An office job.  Sitting at an L-shaped desk in the front, near the door, so I could greet the few visitors this accounting firm had in the summer.  It was an average desk, not propped up as many reception desks are.  When one of the accountants came to give me work to do, they usually stood on the opposite side of the desk.  Adam was the youngest of the group, probably 24, closer to my age, but still a full grown man.  I think he had a crush on me.

There it was like a clock hand pointing at 8:00.  It was stiff and long and looked hard and was clearly outlined in his pants.  It was right at my eye level and it was hard not to stare.  I imagined putting a tape measure to it – naked, of course.  I think it was almost 8 inches long.  Not super thick but certainly bigger than anything I had ever held in my hands.

Adam was droning on about what he wanted me to do.  He was going into way too much detail.  It wasn’t my first day!  I was glad though that he stayed and that I could let my mind wander as I stole glances at his pole.  Was he hard?  It wasn’t sticking up so I’m guessing it was semi hard.  Maybe it was soft although it appeared engorged.  I wondered what it felt like, what it tasted like.  Perhaps my obsession with cocks began then.

I was still a virgin and very impressionable.  I do love cock.  I love to touch it, to kiss it, to play with it.  I especially like to tease and to feel him get so excited while I play.  That direct connection between my actions and his reactions is so tantalizing.  So exciting.

Gary used to come to my desk often that summer.  He would lean against the edge of the desk and show off his cock to me.  I became convinced that he did it deliberately.  That he enjoyed it as much as I did.  I could see him (and feel him) staring at me as I looked at his cock.  Once I thought I saw it twitch.  I think this was the beginning of my obsession with cock.

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