Here goes.

I had never done this before.

We slipped out of the fire door of the dimly lit club and into the dark alleyway.

Our kiss was urgent.

“God I need you so much,” the voice of desire whispered in my ear.

“I need to suck you. Now. please.”

Another kiss followed before the face slid down my body. Hands grasping an grabbing me.

My zip. My cock bounced out.

I felt soft lips

On my cock

A tongue sliding round my end

Urging me on

Until I could hold back no more.

I exploded, filling that sweet mouth.

I gasped.

“Now kiss me”

I said.

The stranger stood and kissed me deeply.

Then, breaking the kiss,

His eyes met mine

And we smiled

A feather could not touch my skin more softly than his fingers as they smoothed my arms, my shoulders, my neck till warm hands cupped my face, eyes seemingly slumberous as his lips approached mine never touching but rather hovering, a teasing warm breath before hands slipped to the wall on either side of my face, cheek caressing cheek, nose buried in my hair, my ear, my neck, breathing deeply as if life were to be found in me, then lips leaving a slick trail of fire to the space between my breasts then back up to my lips, one hand settling low on my hip pulling our bodies flush, the other moving behind my head, holding firm as lips then tongues met, entwined, danced.

“I need you inside of me,” he whined, desperation clinging to his words, “please, God, I need you.”

His hunger was unbearable, but still she forced him to watch while she finished- now visibly wet and dripping onto the counter. His desire grew insatiable with each moment. He wanted to succumb to his carnality, to have just one taste. She would punish him harshly, but even that was better than this agonizing wait. She was getting closer, and he wanted her to go faster- but to rush would ruin the satisfaction of waiting. Then, she was finished. The waffle iron beeped its monotone melody. He placed her onto the table, beside his coffee and a generous bottle of syrup.

“What a great breakfast,” he thought.

The air crackled with intensity, and my limbs tensed as if sensing what was to come. The ropes, taut around my body, pulled my knees to my chin and my arms rigid behind my back. I remember my mind wandering away from my body, my only thoughts pertaining to him. His ripped jeans, his rock-hard member, and his demands, dripping with authority able to gods to their knees. And then, I remember the door opening, his heavy footsteps falling in line with my breathing, or was it the other way around?

"Baby girl?" He questioned.

"Y-yes sir?" I had to clear my throat. I hadn't spoken for twenty minutes.

"Do you remember your safe words?" His voice carried heavy promises I eagerly anticipated.

"Yes master."

I slowly push the dildo in me.

“Oh fuck yes.” I moan throwing my head back. Deeper and deeper I push.

“Oh fuck me!”

I close my eyes and moan with both pleasure and pain. I slip off the couch forcing the dildo in me completely. I ride my dildo harder and harder. “Ahh fuck. Yes.” I moan pulling myself all the way up before dropping down. “Oh god yes fuck me!” I scream.

A new sensation goes through me when it begins vibrating. I turn up the intensity.

“Ooooh god. I’m cumming!!!!” I scream lifting myself off the dildo and squirting like crazy. I couldn’t stop screaming. “Oh fuck yes fuck yes!” I rub my pussy squirting out every drop before passing out.

She felt the tightness building again as she clawed at the sheets. His angle shifted up just a little pulling the trigger that had her body milking his again and again. She had lost count of how many times the explosions had come tonight and this one just kept rolling, ebbing then peaking as she locked her legs around his waist, sunk her nails into his arms and continued to ride the wave. Just when she thought it had ended she felt his release spill into her and she exploded again. Chewing her bottom lip to keep from screaming, she moaned as he held her tighter feathered kisses across her brow as she floated back down to the bed he melted onto next to her.

She screamed “fuck me in the ass!” She was fucked up! I knew this because she was licking the strippers pussy right in the back room of the club. I also knew this because anal sex was a normal for us, and I was already balls deep in her tight asshole! The stripper was tongue fucking my throat while I pounded my wife’s ass. It was the most euphoric sexual experience of my life. I could feel her muscles tensing on my cock as she exploded in orgasm after orgasm. The anal spasms hugged my cock so hard that I let loose a solid eight roper stream of semen deep inside her tight little ass hole! Collapsing from orgasmic release the night was now over!

He followed her eagerly into the room. The woman's lingerie hugged her legs, her hips, and her middle. The black lace goddess led him to a moonlit bed, and there she guided his hands as he hurried to free her from her bindings.

He kissed her passantly as he corressed her. They both warmed, and she it wasn't long until she sighed happily. To please her the man led a trail of kisses down to her breasts. The woman shivered.

“Lower,” she whispered.

He obeyed, and kissed her stomach.

“Lower,” she said.

He obeyed, and he felt her fingers run through his hair.

“Lower” she moaned.

Her grip tightened and she spread her legs. He was pushed aginst her and then smothered.

He obeyed.

I gripped my fingers together, interlacing them with a firm cupping, bringing them to my swollen and red hot lips. The sweat pours off my temple, down my neck, and across my bare chest. I had torn off my clothes in the heat of the moment, hating that I had to pause the sensations that tittilated and ravaged my lower belly. I feel another wave as I force myself hard against the rock hard surface, gyrating as my muscles contracted against my will, letting the sensations of relief and shame fill me as I leaned back limply, vulnerable in my exhausted state. My heaving breast roas eand fell in the heat. With an effort, I shouted to the heavens, "Honey! We're out of toilet paper!"

Pressed into the grass, your weight on top of me, brow furrowed as you look down at me with those honey brown eyes. Your words in my ear, lips on mine, and then you are inside of me and nothing else matters but you. Your strong arms wrapped around me, your hand pulling my hair down towards the earth, exposing my face to you so that you can watch my expressions as you please me. Pinned, at your mercy while so safe... covered in your sweat, your gaze, your kiss. I watch your face while you are inside of me, your enthusiasm intoxicating, causing me to fall over that edge with you. Laying on me, your weight invoking comfort, and I am covered in you.