I awaken, it is still night, and shadows dance across the room as the breeze rustles the branches. Her warm face lies upon my chest, her soft breath tickles my chest hairs. My fingers are still wrapped in her hair, her hand cradles my manhood. Still asleep, she moans, then her fingers close around my shaft as her dream reveals itself. Her touch awakens a hunger within me as my pulse reacts to to her grasp. I softly growl...

A single tear slides down her cheek, noticed by him, yet still so bleak. Slender fingers wipe it away, pushing herself just one more day. Then another falls to take its place, she scolds herself; ‘tis her disgrace. It is her shame, there is no relief, each tear simply prolongs her grief. If you were to ask, why does she weep, would she just wipe, to clean her soft cheek? Yet, in the corner she will sit, sigh and think, st...

Since meeting online last year we had been chatting and emailing, getting to know each other, eventually coming to know each others secret desires. The anonymous nature of the Internet allowed us to disclose things we might never had revealed otherwise. In doing so we had discovered things about each other our closest friends would never know, and in turn we had discovered inner desires we had never known existed; desires...

Can I love someone, Never seeing their face, Without their touch, Or their warm embrace? Can I love someone, Never seeing their eyes, Without their caress, Would it be wise? Can I love someone, Never seeing their smile, Without their kiss, Only their writing style? Can I love someone, Never hearing their cries, Without their body, Would it be a disguise? If they are not beautiful, If they are not young, If I discovered al...

You are sleeping, lying softly on your side; the moonlight highlights your body, accenting your smooth hips and narrow waist. I approach closer; I hear your soft breaths, so soothing… it warms my soul. I remove my robe, as it drops, my nude body is bathed in the soft light. I kneel on the bed, you murmur softly and I gently kiss your lips. Your lips respond, for even in your dreams, you know my touch. I stroke your head a...

I would lay beside you, always touching you, your hand in mine, our shoulders touching. Then you sit between my legs, your back against my chest, sharing the same view, hearts mere inches from each other. I am free to kiss your neck, and nibble your ear, free to stroke your tummy, and to smell your hair. And we savor each moment. So close, you arouse me, and you feel my arousal, a hot shaft against your back. The beach is...

Tell me... What I should do to you, how I should hold you, how I should kiss you, and how I should touch you. Tell me... What you would do to me, how you would hold me, how you would kiss me, and how you would touch me. Arouse me... Where do you moisten? How do you taste? How do you feel? And how I excite you? And I will... Hold you in my dreams, dream of your passion, dream of your lust, and find release in your words. T...

‘He held her, arms captive behind her back, her naked breasts pressed against his chest. Her nipples hard as stone, was that from the cool water or his hot body? It didn’t matter, he would take her here…’ “There is Cayo Lobos, just up ahead.” Brian’s voice squawked in my headset. I closed my tablet where I had been writing and looked ahead. I could see the small island with sandy beaches lined with majestic palms, there w...

“You should see my maid…Johnny.” Ver saw the question in my eyes, but only repeated again, “You should see my maid.” Ver was the imported local machine operator, a Filipino and was becoming a good friend. I had been on this Caribbean island for several days, and was still waiting for the parts to be flown in. Until then, each afternoon, Ver and I would get together at the local store and have a drink together. “Well, her...

Down in the Virgin Islands there is a beach, it is a small, somewhat remote beach and is accessible by four-wheel drive, and then only when the path isn’t washed out from a recent rain. It is near the famous Megans Beach, and is shown on maps only as Neltjeberg Bay. I know it as Eleanor’s Beach. It is one of the most beautiful beaches in the Caribbean, or at least of the beaches I have seen; and yet few people know of it....

Today I have eaten, a true feast of delicious food, I have savored the mellow taste of aged scotch. A truly enjoyable day. I need only to taste you, to bring my night to perfection; to feel your moist lips, open to my tongue. You are already moist in anticipation for these pleasures, and I am now moist as well; my sweet honey for your tongue is here ready for you, as my tongue already taste you. But, as many of life's ple...

Caderyn had given to me the most intense orgasm of my life, and it was due in part to my trusting him. I had released myself totally to his touch, his kiss and his caress. I had also given him what I hoped was the most intense orgasm of his life, and it was due to his trusting me as well. As I felt his cock in my mouth I had felt in control of his body, I reveled in giving him pleasure and even as his cock erupted in me h...

I could only keep him captive in my throat for a short time; I realized I would need to take a breath soon. But, for the moment he was my prisoner, and I was determined to take control of him. He could not thrust further forward, and with my finger in his arse, he was not retreating. I still held his eyes captive; but since his low groan, his expression had not changed. I tightened my grip on his cock, my lips clamping do...

You Me – Finally, but still not Final “No… I suppose not, we should go somewhere.” I said, my baritone voice dropping to a whisper. And with that, I took her hand, our fingers immediately interlocking, the electricity still evident as I pulled her, coaxing her to come with me. She resisted, her eyes questioning mine, I smiled and her gaze warmed, she then squeezed my hand, and I led her down the alley. My desire for her l...

Her Tuesday Day Three My eyes opened, feeling the warm sun playing on the bed. My dreams had been empty, but I suddenly remembered the previous nights dream. Being held down, my nude body so wanton for him, his eyes ravishing me; I was surprised to realize how much I missed him. ‘Missed him? How could I miss a stranger in a dream? Or, was I missing my handsome neighbor… were they the same?’ Rising quickly, I entered the b...