I have the perfect man. He is many things to many people: husband, father, grandpa, boss, friend, and mentor. But at the end of the day, he takes on his greatest role—my lover and best friend. His focus becomes my body and the pleasures he can bestow upon me with his mouth, hands, and rigid manhood. Soft kisses on my neck and shoulders give way to the clever capturing of a nipple between his teeth as he manhandles my volu...

Your fingers are deep inside me, your mouth on my clit, nipping, grazing it with your teeth, then sucking on it hard. Slowly you kiss my soaked pussy before easing your way up my body, kissing my hot flesh. Straddling me, your cock nestles between my breasts, your thumbs roll over my stiff nipples, and you start to thrust; with every stroke, my hungry mouth encases you; your thrusts get faster, and you squeeze my breasts...

"I'll get the door," I said. "Good evening, gentlemen; welcome to Cancun," I greeted them as I opened the door. All three were dressed in business suits, and the fourth I recognized was Simon, the bellhop who had carried my bags up earlier in the day. "I'll just place your luggage here, Mr. Freeman," Simon announced, not following them into the room. Freeman turned and extended his hand toward Simon, which held a twenty....

After a long day travelling to the cabin by the lake, we sat on the floor, leaning our backs against the sofa, our legs stretched out on the thick rug in front of the roaring open fire. We hadn’t been this relaxed with each other for a long time. As we giggled and sipped the chilled champagne from long-stem flutes bathed in the flickering candlelight, you leaned forward, stroked my cheek and kissed me softly. Your lips, c...

I'm thinking about us being snuggled up on the sofa, freshly showered, and in fluffy white bath robes. Facing each other, some soft music playing in the background logs crackling in the open fireplace as the last bit of the winter daylight fades away. We kiss slowly, exploring one another's mouths, lips, and tongues. Arms and legs entwined. Our bathrobes are loosely tied, allowing our bare skin to touch, my breast, warm a...

It’s my favorite thing about a man, and I don’t know why. Is it a kink, a fetish… oral fixation? Sure. My desire to please, a thirst that needs quenched, the thing that turns me on the most, sometimes it feels like it might be better than receiving what could hot that sweet spot. I’m just an eager slut about it, sure, it’s the best part of foreplay, sometimes I get carried away, yet it’s not a disappointment if it goes no...

It's Friday afternoon, late, almost time for the real estate office to close – all the staff have already left, or are on their way out the door now. Mrs. Ogden, the last client will be gone soon (or so they think...). Just clear out the last of the paperwork and set up the phone to auto-answer – the boss is always on call! You’re standing at the countertop workstation a few minutes later; updating Mrs. Ogden’s records wh...

Cleverly removing her bra and panties with his teeth, he tormented her with sensual kisses, trailing down her shoulders and stopping at her gorgeous full breasts. He teased each nipple, flicking them with his tongue, nibbling them with his teeth, and sucking on them until he felt her squirming underneath him. He was driving her mad, and the look of passion on her face was exquisite. He moved down further still, tantalizin...

Legend said if a man lay naked on the riverbank beneath a waxing gibbous moon, she would emerge from the water to please him, but he must keep his eyes closed or the fearsome creature would steal him away. He waited at night, eyes closed, and she rewarded him with her tongue, her suckling lips, her throat that took his entire length. Her damp hair brushed against his skin. As she eagerly swallowed his seed, he realized th...

What a glorious summer! Helka's work placement was to last for six weeks through the summer,r and we had already experienced such a wonderful time with each other on the first weekend! Oh, what fun we were going to have! But her studies meant that we could only meet when she was free. One of her weekends was already scheduled for a college visit to Manchester, and no one was allowed to bring a friend. Grrrrrr! ___________...

During my freshman year of college, I started dating a guy who didn’t have much experience with women. I didn’t have much experience with guys, so we were about even. Our visits to coffee shops near campus soon advanced to his off-campus apartment. We kissed. Soon he had his hand in my pants. He felt his way around, caressing my clitoris and sticking a finger into my vagina. He then asked if he could take off my pants and...