The traditional response

would be a lament.

The image of a man standing on a block of ice

in the middle of the North Atlantic,

screaming

into the frozen Arctic wind. How

when she finally got home that night,

she seemed awkward.

Her cheeks were pink

and how her little rayon sundress shone translucent

around her thighs

in the light of the doorway.

"Turn some lights on," she said impatiently.

"Where have you been?"

And she would not look at me.

She had to ride with Brian because his wife

was in New York,

said they stopped at his hotel,

so he could get a sweater.

"You went to his room?" "Just for a minute."

"What's going on?" "Nothing."

But it was well past midnight

and when she went to take a shower,

I rifled through her stuff,

the little dress -- barely a handful,

the papers in her bag -- nothing

and then her black lace panties.

But this was not the first time

I felt small before her.

And this is not intended as the block of ice

but the image of a child

having only just discovered the ripples

of light in the bathtub,

standing on a beach, looking out at the vast curve

of the horizon.

For, the real story starts years before

on top of a hill,

wine and bread in the late summer clearing.

She lay naked against the hillside,

the valley spread out below us.

The sky moved in slow September clouds.

I fumbled with the button on my trousers,

leaving the socks on my feet.

She shivered as I kissed her neck

and down the shoulders.

I lay my head between her breasts,

could hear her heart, and in the space

between the beats, how small we are,

stretched out naked to the world,

and I

was supposed to drive myself into her, and I wondered

how it came to be, me and her,

here on this hill above the September valley,

but she was waiting, and this was the moment,

and I was the one.

I held myself bluntly between her legs

and everything was sinking

into the hillside.

She squinched and stiffened

eyes tucked together

and then open boldly as if to say

Get on with it!

Lying on the sun lounger, Gina was nervous.

But she was determined to follow orders.

Sun-bathing topless was nothing new. She always did it by the pool on holiday and Graham knew she got turned on by the thought of other men looking at her almost naked.

This was the next step and it had been Gray’s idea.

Gina didn’t know it was part of a bigger plan.

So she lay, topless as he walked off the beach, to the café a hundred metres away.

She glanced over to see him take a beer and sit at a table that gave him a clear view.

He smiled

And that was her signal to begin.

Slowly she dribbled lotion onto he shoulders and neck, making sure not to squeeze the bottle, so it trickled down gradually, in soft streams over her large breasts and down to her nipples.

She sighed softly to herself as she gently rubbed the lotion onto her body, starting with her neck, which she craned and extended, pushing out her tits.

Gray was pleased. This was a good start. Already from his vantage point, he could observe several men watching. Some were with females, secretly glancing at his wife. Others in ones and twos, openly staring. He was pleased to notice several beautiful topless females also taking notice, as Gina smoothed the oil onto her shoulders, moaning slightly, eyes half closed.

Gray’s cock twitched as Gina’s hand moved to the top of her breast. Just one hand rubbing it across the top, not her tits but just above. Her noticed her other hand stroke her own leg.

Gina raised her knees slightly on the bed, so those watching from beyond her feet would see the damp patch begin to form on her white bikini bottoms, specially chosen to show her arousal.

Now was the real test. Gray wondered how Gina would handle this. But he was not disappointed. Gina’s hands moved to her breasts; one on each, gently stroking down – barely a pretence of rubbing in the lotion. She cupped one heavy breast in each hand and massaged them, now smoothing the oil in to make them glisten as she kneaded and worked them slowly, moaning, lips slightly apart and sensuous.

Her pussy was soaking at the thought of putting on a show on the beach. She knew it was an adults only beach and it was now too late to hold back.

Taking her nipples between fingers and thumbs, she tweaked and rolled them, fighting the urge to raise one to her mouth and suck it hungrily.

Gray watched intently as men stared at his wife. Some openly sporting erections in their tight trunks.

Gina continued the show until she could stand it no more. Her pussy was soaked and showing through the damp patch. Her head rolled back. She needed hands on her so much. She needed to cum.

Gray was about to walk over and congratulate her, but decided to wait a moment as his own cock was fully erect and obvious even through his baggy shorts.

He was glad he waited, because Gina now had her own plan. Sitting up she put a blob of lotion in her hand and made a show of trying to oil her own back. Her frustration at not being able to reach every part was made obvious. It was a clear signal and several men looked over. Gina looked directly into the eyes of a handsome olive-skinned thirty-something and smiled. He walked over, making no attempt to hide his bulging cock.

“Would you like some help?”

Gina smiled and prepared her sexiest American accent.

“Yes, please, honey. That is so kind of you.”

She lay face down on the lounger. Gray was transfixed as the thirty year old man tipped oil into his hands and ran them up the backs of his wife’s legs, gently and slowly, not stopping at the top, but easing his fingers partially under her bikini. Gina gasped, He was millimetres from her aching pussy, before drawing his hands down her legs again as she sighed.

Then he dribbled oil onto Gina’s back as those who were watching looked on, jealous. All except Gray. He was not jealous. This was better than expected and his plan had jumped forward a stage.

The stranger gently and skilfully massaged his wife’s back. Cleverly he moved to her sides, just above the bikini line, so that as he massaged up her body his hands squeezed the sides of Gina’s tits making her moan in anticipation. She wasn’t going to stop him.

“Excuse me! I think it’s best if I do the rest, don’t you?”

The voice cut in, destroying Gina’s pleasure.

“Er, yeah, sure,” said the confused stranger.

Gina turned her head to see a stunning, dark haired girl with perfect natural breasts. Topless and green eyed, the girl smiled. She was twenty-two.

“Hi. I’m Suzy. I thought you might need some help. You know what these men are like around beautiful women.”

“Oh, yeah…” Gina laughed nervously.

“Er, Thanks.”

For the second time, Gray hesitated to move, his erection now even bigger. Once again, he was glad of the delay.

“Here, lie down. I’ll finish you off,“ offered Suzy, squeezing lotion into her palms.

Disappointed to have lost the erotic touch of her stranger, Gina did as she was instructed.

Suzy ignored the fact that most of Gina was now lotioned and started again. But softer and more erotically. On the backs of Gina’s legs, Suzy also stretched her fingers under the bikini. But further, so her long, manicured nails bushed the outer edges of Gina’s soaking pussy. She moaned and almost came at once.

The fingers withdrew and returned from the side to massage Gina’s bum, making no pretence of the need for sun lotion but urgently feeling the older woman’s body. Gina fought the urge to turn over and beg Suzy to finger her pussy. She had never been touched by a woman before. But now she wanted more.

Suzy returned to oiling Gina’s back, following the man’s route down her sides as she moved up to the sides of Gina’s tits she leant forward and whispered in Gina’s ear.

“Lean up on your elbows, baby.”

Gina leant on her elbows, raising herself slightly, allowing her tits to dangle down for all to see.

Suzy moved her hands round Gina and openly fondled her tits, massaging them and pulling the nipples. Gina bit her lip to stop the groan of ecstasy that was building.

Suzy leant forward and planted kisses on her neck.

”Nearly finished, baby,” she whispered.

“Just turn over.”

Gina was powerless to refuse. She returned to her original position on the lounger, as Suzy leant over gently to place a soft kiss on Gina’s willing lips.

Unseen by most, at the same time, her left hand found Gina’s pussy, soaking through her bikini. One touch was all it took. A soft stroke of the clitoris sent Gina into a multitude of tiny, imperceptible orgasms. Suzy broke the gentle kiss. Their eyes met and they smiled.

“Thank you,” said Gina.

And Suzy walked off.

Gray made his way back to the beach. His erection showed but so did that of many men on that beach. On his way down, unseen by Gina, lying back with eyes closed, Gray went to the stranger and then to Suzy, giving both their hotel name and room number and giving them separate times to call in and say hello.

He would not tell Gina this. It was the next part of his plan.

Needless to say, when they fucked that night, they reached previously unknown heights.

It was toward the end of our marriage, perhaps a month maybe two left at the most! Of course I didn’t know this at the time, but it didn’t hinder our good time that night.

I don’t know how we came upon the decision, but to a man in his twenties it seemed like a fantastic idea. It could have been we were just worse off then we imagined or maybe she was feeling guilty for having been cheating on me. I didn’t find that out until after our last crazy night out at a Philadelphia strip club.

The strip club is located a short drive from the sports venue stadiums. I had been there in the past with some friends and such, and it’s generally a good time. It’s a full nude sports bar. It’s not the best one In town but probably one level lower than a hustler club. It was mid summer and me and my wife had decided to go to this club, she wasn’t ever a fan of me going but she seemed warm to the idea this time.

It felt like we arrived in the ghetto even though it’s actually not a bad part of town, however in a country boy at heart so everywhere but home seems that to me. We stepped out of the car around 930 pm ready to have some fun, how much fun was unforeseen at this moment.

As we entered we were greeted by the bouncers taking the cover charge fee at the door. As we got into the club my wife’s jaw dropped. Like it went from normal expression with a hint of smile, to what the fuck are we doing here wide open. I realized I was more concerned with my wife’s reaction as any good husband would be more so then the environment. She was looking straight ahead at a stripper standing with her legs spread bent over at the waist, ass in the air stretching her arms out to hold the stripper pole with her butthole and vagina staring right back at my wife. It was amazing! I loved every second of her reaction.

We took a seat near the end of the stage to give us both a few minutes to take it all in and relax from the drive. I ordered a corona to start my night and she ordered some concoction of a shot that came in a test tube shaped glass. It seemed as if this night was going to be legendary!

It wasn’t long maybe 20 minutes had passed she had consumed two shots of this green liquid out of a test tube. “I know she’s a light weight” I thought to myself as I watched her sway a little to much already. “I know those drinks can’t be that strong.” Or I could be wrong who knows. I stood up and walked behind her so I could still be close but be prepared to catch her if she went down off the stool. Some recaps from the Phillies game was playing on several televisions, Some golf highlights on others. We continued to sip drinks and converse about the woman, football, and other trivial things. Tonight was going on without a hitch. ! Now I’m not sure if you know this or not but when you take a female to a strip club with you, you receive all the attention. From customers, baristas, and even the strippers.. ALL OF IT!

She had done her makeup and looked amazing! She was wearing a skin tight skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks and continually needed to be adjusted! As one patron came up to me and pointed out by saying “Is this your wife?” “Yes!”I responded proudly. “Lucky you!” He said reassuringly. He was right I did feel lucky even though I became curious as to why he had to come tell me that. At that moment I looked down and realized her skirt was all but all the way up completely exposing as much as any stripper in here. The patron smiled knowingly at me as I rolled my eyes and helped her to her feet to fix the skirt. She stumbled as she stood! Confused as to why she’s so drunk only after a few drinks I asked “are you ok? Did you take something?” I expected the “no” answer I received, but I also know she took Xanax sometimes for her anxiety so I wasn’t sure. Since she was standing she was very adamant about conversing with an actual stripper.

We found one that was very appealing to both me and my wife. We kept occupied for another minute watching the stage waiting for this stripper to finish with the patron she was flirting with and casually walked up and introduced ourselves to her. She said “heyyy I’m Tory!” And asked if “we had been enjoying ourselves.”We responded in unison in the affirmative and the conversation carried on. Tory told us how she was an aspiring playboy bunny, which was hard for me to believe but could be plausible. She was hot I just don’t know about playboy bunny hot. Tory explained lap dances to my wife in great detail and was interested in giving her one. My wife consented and as I stood out there watching this incredible event transpire I realized it was going to be an anything goes kind of Night!

Twenty dollars and twenty minutes of ass grinding and shaking later they came out of the hallway where the dances take place discussing the possibility of a private room. It could have been all the excitement, it could have had some darker meaning, it could have just been me being young and horny and consumed by some alcohol, but I consented and figured out what this back room was all about. From what I gathered it’s a private room other than the fact that a bouncer will be outside in a lobby like area watching the room on a security camera. Apparently for the low sum of 250 dollars you can get an hour in a private room with the stripper if you choice! Of course Tory was it, and you get you’re own private showing. Sounds great except for the fact there’s no touching the stripper and you’re being watched. Regardless we walked up to the bouncer who watches the “private” rooms and he explained the rules once more, only adding that me and my wife “can do whatever we want to each other but can’t touch the stripper” for good measure he said “here’s the condoms if you’d like to buy one.” Now this made it way better, we had a good sex life so it wasn’t an issue but any added stimulation was a plus in my book. I’d get to have sex with my wife while watching a stripper dance. Sounds good to me! We walked in the room, as Tory undressed I noticed her and I also noticed the 3 cameras that would be watching us. The nervousness didn’t last long. My wife pulled at her skirt from the bottom exposing her bottom and from the top exposing her breasts as she laid down on the huge sofa! I guess this was the cue to begin because Tory started to dance and it didn’t take but seconds to start getting my money’s worth. She stated that now we’re back there we could indeed touch just not to the point of penetration! She grabbed my hand and placed it right on her chest, I looked at my wife and she smiled and grabbed my cock and told me to put it inside her. I did as I was told and it just added to the ecstasy of the moment. It felt amazing. My wife seemed to be enjoying it maybe a little too much because she reached out and pulled Tory a little closer by grabbing her ass. As she got closer to my wife’s face her left leg extended and went right over top of my wife’s face landing in a way that she had landed with her pussy straddling my wife’s face. I couldn’t take it anymore, this is insane it was so hot! I decided it was time to take it to the next level and pulled out of my wife’s vagina and slipped my cock right into her asshole. We have done it before plenty of times so it wasn’t unusual, this just made her go harder and harder at licking Tory’s pussy! This caused Tory to get more worked up and she leaned in to kiss me. We interlocked tongues like it was our destiny. So now me standing up fucking my wife in the ass as she lay there. While she ate pussy for what I thought was the first Time of the woman who was grabbing the back of my head kissing me. My wife screamed in ecstasy “fuck my ass” to which I replied “I already am” it kind of made me feel inadequate at the moment, but I had better things to worry about. I came so hard and so fast I damn near collapsed when I finished.

Tory gave us her number, I guess she felt we were a lot of fun. She said “get up with me we can meet at my house soon where anything can go”. It seems she’d be making more money that way which i would imagine is prostitution, but I didn’t care. I happily took that number and got dressed and we left!

On the way home my wife’s attitude flipped. She kept telling me to “pull over” she wanted to get out and she “wanted a divorce.” What the fuck to me right? Well I didn’t pull over and we didn’t get a divorce right away. The next morning she was clueless as to what happened the previous night. I had to explain every thing from our perverse night and I could see she enjoyed some and cringes at other things. Overall she was disappointed she couldn’t remember. A couple of months later I found out she had been cheating on me which probably explained most of her actions from that night.

True story!

He had highlighted hair which was spiked to make it look randomly placed but you could tell he allocated time every morning in front of the mirror to arrange each hair. He smiled and made eye contact periodically almost like he was delivering a prepared speech instead of trying to make an impression on a young girl.

Since she didn’t seem to have an appropriate appreciation for his importance, he kindly provided a beautiful Horatio Algier story about his rise to the top of his company from mail room to executive office suite.

Sally was thinking she may have made an error in judgment when she suggested to her husband that they separate and socialize separately at the party. She felt her skirt riding up a little. Since she was seated in a high straight backed bar stool chair and Jack was in a lower recliner he had a good angle to appreciate her attributes. Yes, his name was Jack and no she didn’t know Jack and he was kind enough to provide her with information about him for which she never would have dreamed to ask.

“Excuse me,” she said softly.

She slid off her bar stool and walked away as quickly as she could without giving the appearance of a person running away from a fire.

As she exited the house, Sally felt the refreshing night air and decided it would be pleasant to stare up at the stars and meditate. All of a sudden, Jack appeared next to her again and resumed his autobiographical narration right where he had left off.

A terribly evil idea occurred to Sally. Long before she could weigh the consequences of her actions, she set her idea in motion.

Sally made an exaggerated movement of her head and shoulders, hunching forward and seeming to examine Jack’s shoes. Slowly, she lifted her gaze, stopping about midway up his body.

“So, how big are you?”

“What do you mean, how big?” Jack stepped back, trying not to display his shock at the question. He wasn’t sure of the degree of impertinence of the question.

“I mean have you measured it? Is it small, medium or large?”

“Um, I don’t know. I guess medium.”

“Medium is ok.”

Sally turned and walked down the steps to the porch, out into the darkness and behind a large tree.

Jack, of course, followed.

“Put your jacket on the ground. I don’t want to get my knees dirty.”

“OH, God! I can’t believe this is happening”

“Oh, it’s happening alright. Get out your phone and text your friend inside the party. Tell him if he wants to have some fun to come out to the other side of the tree.”

Sally slowly rubbed him and watched while his shaking fingers sent the text. She unbuttoned his shirt, then kissed him on the neck, chest and then on the stomach while she firmly planted her knees on his jacket and ground it into the dirt. She undid his belt buckle and pulled down his pants.

“Whoops, dropped my phone she sighed and disappeared behind him. She continued to walk quickly out to the street, started her car and was gone.

Before Jack knew what was happening his friend Amos was shining his cell phone light on him, standing with his pants down in the dark.

“Oh, God, I never knew… I mean I never would have suspected, my dear Jack” Amos said as he approached.

“Xavier.” I whisper straddling his lap.

“Yes babygirl.” He whispers as he kisses my neck.

“I want you. I want you inside of me.” I moan as his lips continue down my body.

“Are you sure?” He asks pulling away suddenly.

“Xavier, I’ve been saving myself for someone important to me. You, Xavier have become important to me.” I press myself against his bulge.

“Baby.” He groans trying to keep his eyes open.

“Let me take care of you.” I whisper nibbling in his neck.

His hands cup my face and pulls me away. Xavier searches my eyes for any sign of hesitancy.

“Relax Xavier I want this.” I slide his letterman’s jacket off his shoulders before connecting my lips to his. I slip my hands under his shirt slowing working it up until he pulls away and finally pulls it off.

I slide off his lap and stand a few feet away.

“Baby what-.” He stops when I pull off my shirt and slide off my pants revealing the red lingerie I bought for him.”

“Fuck baby. You’re so fucking beautiful.” He groans palming the bulge in his pants.

“Let me help you with that.” I whisper kneeling in front of him.

I look up at him this eyes meet mine.

“I want to do this but I need you to help me.” I explain tugging on his pants.

He nods speechless before pulling down his pants. I almost gasp out loud at the size of him. He groans when I wrap my hand around his twitching length. Pre cum was already leaking from his tip. Curiosity got the best of me as I licked his tip.

“Shit baby don’t tease me.” He groans throwing his head back. Licking his tip again I begin to pump my hand up and down. I slowly take him into my mouth.

“Take it easy baby.” He puts one hand on the back of my head helping me take his massive member in my mouth and throat.

“Yes Em just like that.” He lets out groan after groan letting me know I’m doing something right.

“Ah I’m cumming!” He shouts and releases in my mouth. I swallow shot after shot until he’s done.

“Damn Em,That’s was fucking amazing!” He whispers still coming down from his high. I push him flat down on the bed.

“We’re not done yet.” With that I slide off my lingerie and climb on top of him. I line his member up with my hole and slowly lower myself down. His hands come to my hip helping to hold me up.

“Nice and slow Emily. I don’t want it to hurt.” I nod my head to concentrated on his length stretching me than to hear what he said.

“Fuck Xavier.” I cry as I continue to slide down. I don’t stop, ignoring the pain, until he’s completely inside of me. I feel the tears running down my face as I try to adjust to his size.

“Don’t cry baby. Take your time. I don’t want to see you in pain.” I nod my head before laying down on his chest. He strokes my hair and whispers sweet nothings in my ear until the pain begins to fade and pleasure begins to take over. I sit back up and slowly begin to move.

Xavier POV

I groan as I watch her stretch to accommodate me. She slowly begins to adjust to me and starts to move. I can’t help my hips jolting up to meet her strokes.

“Xavier.” She moans quietly catching me by surprise as she moves faster.

“Damn baby, my name sounds so hot coming out of your mouth.”

She moans louder. I thrust harder and faster as she gets more and more confident with her movements.

“Fuck Xavier!” She yells putting her hands on my chest to hold her up.

“Harder please.” She begs. I groan but answer to her command. I grab her hips tighter pulling her higher off my length and bringing her down harder.

“Xavier!” She shouts.

“That’s it baby just let go.” I coax as she leans back.

“Xavier! I’m almost there.” She moans.

I pull out my phone wanting to record her.

“Yes baby. Let go.” I hit record just as she slams herself harder against me. One of her hands wrap around her breast hold them still as the other grips onto my thigh.

“XAVIER!!” She yells before slamming herself on me riding out her orgasm. She twitches as she pulls herself off of me squirting.

“XAVIER!” She screams again as my free hand rubs her through her orgasm. Slowly she calms down. I stop recording and hide my phone under the pillow. She slides herself back down on me.

Emily POV

“Baby what are you doing?” Xavier asks.

“You haven’t finished yet.” Before he can say anything I begin to ride him again.

Clenching my pussy over him from time to time.

“Come on Baby. Cum for me.” I command. He groans before his hands grip my tits and he begins to pound away.

He flips us over so he’s on top. I wrap my legs around his waist and he begins to pound away. I push one hand against the headboard as I scream.

“Yes baby yes! Give it to me!” I scream.

He bites and sucks on my neck as he continues.

“Almost there Baby where do you want me to cum?” He asks pounding impossibly faster.

I can’t answer as I feel my second orgasm building up.

“Answer me Em where do you want me to cum?”

Again I can’t answer as I grab ahold of his shoulder.

“Em?” He shouts groaning.

“INSIDE!!! CUM INSIDE!!” Final hard thrust and he shoots his load in side triggering my second orgasm.

I scream as I ride through clenching my pussy around his massive cock sucking him dry.

“Shit Xavier!” I moan finally calming down.

He pulls out of me no doubt allowing this cum and my juices to flow out.

He stares at me as I finish riding out my orgasm.

“What?” I ask out of breath.

“I love you.” He whispers. My heart stops.

“I love you Xavier.” His lips connect with mine. This kiss wasn’t rushed or heated. It was slow, passionate, filled with love.

He picks me up and lifts us both off the bed pulling back the covers before laying down with me pressed against him. He pulls away and leaves a finally kiss on my head before I doze off in his chest.

On another social media site, one of those where someone asks a question, and another answers it, you have some interesting answers to interesting questions.

What is the most intimate you have gotten with a total stranger?

Most of them are the usual, one night stands and such. But one in particular stood out to me (some details have been fictionalized because I don’t remember them. Also, dramatized for storytelling purposes. So this is based on a true story):

I was riding the bus, heading downtown, when a girl sits down behind me. She has dark brown hair, insane curves, and pale skin like that of freshly fallen snow. She sits down next to a man and starts talking to him. Through the conversation, it is revealed that he is her boyfriend. Then, the boyfriend falls asleep. After I hear his light snores, I feel a pinch on my backside. First lightly, then bigger. A stirring happens in my crotch, an awakening. I realize it is the woman behind me. Her hand crawls it’s way between my legs as if it is a separate entity from her. The stirring grows larger. I look down at her hand. It is small and thin. Her nails are painted with the precision of a factory worker. Bright gold and pink. Her hands are just as pale as her face. I hear a low hiss come from her, like a repressed moan. Then, she grabs my thigh.

“Come back to the bathroom with me,” I hear a whisper say. I follow her back to the single bathroom on the bus. It was too small to comfortably fit both of us, but in the current circumstances, it wasn’t so bad. I was a full foot taller than her and her immaculate features were pressed into my chest. She maneuvered her hands under my shirt and traced them along my spine. The stirring grows so strong it’s almost unbearable. I twist one of my hands to undo the straps on her bra. Her breasts explode outward like fireworks.

As her short shorts slide down, I am reminded of the term “a well oiled machine.” Her body resembles that of a perfectly molded porcelain doll, with movable parts. Tears of pleasure well up between her thighs. The stirring is now so painful that it feels as though I have a knife between my thighs. My pants open up, and we press together. After that, my thoughts are so scrambled that I can only summon one thought:

My wife. Her boyfriend.

But it didn’t make me want to stop. Our hips ground together, and her clothes were a mess of semen, blood, and toilet water. But I could not stop. I was no longer in control of my body. Then came the pullout, like the release of a nuke dropped onto a city. She wriggled back into her clothes and I back into mine. She left the bathroom first and went back to her seat. I waited another three minutes so that it would be suspicious. And then I returned to mine.

I never saw her again.

-Prey-

I felt your eyes on me across the room

Like your breath against my neck.

I like feeling that I am your prey

Perceiving you'll catch me if I ran

Knowing there's no escaping you

That my body belongs to you

And that you'll do with it

whatever it is that pleases you.

I like being your prey

Feeling my legs tremble in expectation of you

I like being your prey

Even if it hurts

Even if it scars

Even if you eat me

Even if you kill me

I like being your prey.

-Predator-

Static

maybe if I play dead

he'll let me go.

I felt his hand going down my back

"Stay still. Hold your breath.

Don't allow a single hair to move."

It is difficult pretending

my body isn't contorting of pleasure

with your mouth moving up my open legs.

The game is over.

Time to kill or be killed.

I turned around

hand around his neck.

It is impossible not to salivate at your sight

something inside me starts savouring you.

It will drive me insane once you start gasping.

How exquisite the sound of my name between your moans.

Fuck good manners

I want to mince you with my bare hands

I want your juices dripping out of my mouth.

Let me tear the pieces with my teeth

You, my favourite dish.

Oh love,

don't play victim here

you thought I was the prey

but I've always been the predator.

I'm standing so close to your chair that my hip is brushing up against your thigh and I feel a static charge as I inch closer so that we actually touch. I reach for your arm feeling your muscling biceps with my soft finger tips. I sense an arousal as you tense up and your muscles flex to my touch. You say nothing....just encourage me with your sexy smile.

Impulsively, my hand moves to explore your hard chest. Coyly, I quickly try to surprise you by turning your half buttoned shirt into my imaginary restraint, pulling it down around those beautifully sculptured arms of yours.

I can't resist your nipples that are now hardening as I gently tease them with my warm, wet tongue. They stiffen more as my pressure increses while I'm nibbling on them.

I am struggling to stayin control of my desires...

My hands...venturing over your broad shoulders, down & over your chest again, and even further down reaching your abs & then thinking it's too soon, I stop and I notice how incredibly sexy you are sitting there.

But the need just to touch you, is much too overwhelming and I casualy run my hand over your stiffened shaft. I feel as if you heard the breath that caught in my throat when I paused a moment, because you say "Please, dont stop, touch me!"

So I put both hands on you now, your hot flesh sliding thru my slender hands. I wrap them around your length and your breathing quickens... I can feel your moisture seeping in my hands. I can't help but wonder what you're thinking as I pump you even harder.

My own thoughts....shift towards mounting you.

My body aches with desire to feel you ram your pretty flesh deep inside me, to feel your hardness pushing in me. Then I feel your hand cup my rounded breast through my dress, & as you reach underneath it, I shut my eyes, to further engulf the tantalizing sensation of my nipples that are now erect also. I feel the fullness of your shaft swell between my palms, and my attention focuses back to squeezing you firmly btween both of my hands. My lips are begging me to kiss you as your face brushes past mine, so I moisten my lips and yours with my extended tongue.Your tongue instinctively dances with mine, tracing the outline of my lips and then biting down on the lower one. I flinch as you pull hard enough for me to feel my own weakness. The power of the emotions radiating from your desires instills my obedience, I want nothing more than to pleasure you in ways that you will never forget.

You reach out for me and in one movement pull me in with your strong arms bringing me in so close that the head of your ripe swollen member is rammed up against me. So I hike up my dress to feel the hotness of your skin against mine. You all but release your hold on me and lean back. Gaining control of my head with a handful of hair, I give in to the strength in your one arm that now is guiding me lower & I instantly swallow you, forcing you deep down into the back of my throat, I feel your pleasure pressing against the soft fleshy membrane there..You shift in your chair arching your back towards me and the sky. You put both hands in my hair and methodically grinding your pelvis into my mouth.

Running my warm tongue down to the base of your rock hard shaft; I am pleased as I hear the gratitude in your moans and I suck one of your balls inside my warm mouth, then lick the both of them firmly with my wet tongue.

Now, I am going to straddle you in your chair.

I press closer to you, feeling your hot flesh against mine. You are soooo ready for me.

You say convincingly "F*** me...NOW!

I gladly submit and quickly climb up on top of you resting my weight on your legs, my hands still on that which is now raging between us. I can feel the tension burning inside you. It's the same for me as I throb, yearning for you also.

I feel that that you are at the brink, & I move to mount you but turn myself around first. Then lowering myself slowly on top of you until I can no longer hold back.I want you well up inside me. I'm so wet. I plunge down HARD. You grab my small hips in your hands and firmly take control of our rythym leading us in our dance with destiny. Moments pass, and I can feel you swelling inside me as the walls inside me become even more sensitive with each contraction that I make. I grip, then release...milking you with the muscles inside me & as you explode inside me and our bodies writh with pleasure I grip firmly with all I have again and release, and quickly..I am cumming with you.

Bursting like a ball of fire.

My head...collapsing over and onto your shoulders.

I feel my mouth open....and I bite down on your neck & it causes you to moan again for me as you throw your head back in ectasy.

Our marriage was ending. The separation plans were under way and all that was left was to finish out the last few weeks at work before moving out of state. I sat in my cubicle at work, and looked at the clock. The Elvis Presely clock hangin on the divider showed 9:40 p.m. as the legs of the clock swung back and forth. Two hours to go before I can go home. Home, now that is a funny way to refer to the place where I really don't want to go to. Just then the phone rang. "Hello?", I answered.

The soft but direct voice on the other end said, "Well hello there, why are you still at work and not here at my house?" and then toyishly giggled as if I wouldn't know who it was. I recognized the voice, and the giggle. My coworker Deb who earlier in the evening asked about my moving plans. I was somewhat suprised by the call, but Deb and I always engaged in playful chat so it was not too strange for her to call and tease me. I found myself somewhat excited that she would call me so late, knowing everyone else had left for the night. Deb got straight to the point. "I know you are leaving soon, and I have always wanted to make a move so, here it goes. Leave your desk right now and come to my house. The side door in the garage will be unlocked. Just come in and find me." she said.

She gave me her address and then hung up the phone. I sat for a moment, thinking about the reprocussions of indulging in what appeared to be a no-strings attached arrangement. Even though I had no obligation, I called home and told my soon to be ex-wife, that I would be working even later to finish up some things, and to not be alarmed if I don't get home before she left in the early morning. I hung up the phone, grabbed my coat, and headed out. Driving to Deb's house, I couldn't help but think how the night would go. She was a little older than me, and was divorced in the past. I was not inexperienced, but had not been with an ascertive woman before. I arrived at her house and parked on the street. The house looked dark, and I felt like a burlgar, sneaking up to the side of the house and entering the side door, into a dark garage. I noticed a soft glow coming from the doorway which led from the garage into the kitchen. I walked in and there was a small candle burning on the stove. No other lights on anywhere but once my eyes adjusted, I stepped into the livingroom and could see down the hallway into a bedroom. There were candles lit on a table inside the bedroom at the end of the hall. I walked down the hall softly, strangely feeling like I needed to be quiet, even though I knew she and I were alone in the home. I reached the bedroom and stepped inside. There was Deb, laying on the bed wearing a very sexy, black lace night gown. She flashed a bright smile and sat up. Her long dark hair softly laying on her shoulders slipped off as she gently cocked her head and said, "I am glad you made it."

I was immediately turned on, just looking at her. She was a very attractive woman and after seeing her day in and day out in business atire, seeing her this way was extraordinary! I wasted no time. I walked to the edge of the bed, leaned in and kissed her. She too did not hesitate. With the first kiss, she quickly unbuckled my belt and began to undress me. My slacks, dress shirt, and tie came off a lot faster then it normally takes to put them on. I crawled into the bed next to her. Her body was so warm, and although I tried take off her nightgown, she stopped me. "Not yet" she said.

"I want to take care of you tonight. Just relax." Deb whispered to me as she softly pushed me off of her and then climbed on top of me.

She kissed my neck, my chest, and worked her way down and softly, gently began to pleasure me with her warm, soft mouth. Just as I was about to lose it, she stopped and slowly made her way back up to me. Before I could say or anticipate anything, she shifted her hips and I slid deep inside of her. She was so amazing. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was so sincere and true like we had been lovers for years and knew what each other needed from one another. For that night, I felt connected to someone, the sort of connection we all long for but rarely experience. We enjoyed each other for the next few hours and then, with exhaustion setting in, she rested her head on my chest and said, "Now, when you leave, I want you to always remember me and our time together, but never call me or think you need to come back for me. I want to remember you and this night, and not have it ruined with feelings of obligations."

I agreed to her stipulations. We embraced and kissed one last time, and then I left. Never spoke to or saw her again. I do think of her often and remember how spectacular she was.