Pulp Writer Stories

This is my side blog where I save my stories...follow me @pulpwrit3r for my main blog.  Over 18 only please, NSFW....just like my main blog.

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Models are cute, some even breathtaking....

But real bodies are so goddamn sexy.

Real. Not photoshopped. Women who have lived life. Not artificially kept to a certain physical condition or appearance.

Ladies, do not look in the mirror and judge yourself harshly. The media is so full of crap.

Stretch marks, curves, scars that show you have lived. That tummy that is fun to kiss.

Slender or plus-sized, A-cup or EE or cancer survivor who had to sacrifice one or both breasts to survive. Muscular limbs or slender, it matters not.

Real bodies are so fucking hot.....

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The photo above is property of the beautiful @canadaianblondegal69 and used with her permission. I first published this story, as a comment on this picture, back in 2016 but it was hidden from view later because of the change in Tumblr community standards on Dec. 18, 2018. On Nov. 1, 2022 nudity (but not explicit depictions of sex) were again allowed on Tumblr, along with the introduction of Community labels. (Written erotica is currently allowed and was allowed under the 2018 ban).

The Visit

I was walking in the woods behind our house, our old house, unnoccupied....I still visit it, I haven’t been able to figure out what to do with it, but it is very private, and out of the way.  And I still like to sunbath there, like we used to, so long ago....

So there I was, wearing nothing but flip-flops and a fanny pack, hiking through our forest and enjoying the alone time...enjoying the freedom, the sensuousness of the sun and the breeze on my body....wishing there was someone to share it with, pretending not to notice the changes the years had been making on my body....joints beginning to creak, the waistline turning soft and gradually expanding, despite my best efforts....and how over half of my pubic and chest hairs, like those on my head, had turned to a shade of silver/gray.

After about 20 minutes, I found our bench, right where it used to be.  I kept it up in memory of you, the wood still smooth and sealed, but a little dusty since I last was here.  I took a cloth out of my fanny pack and wiped it off before I sat down. The memories this place has.....

Like the time we snuck out at midnight to make love under the stars....and little Janie followed, not asleep like we thought, catching us in the act just as we we were finishing....and how we had to stay up the rest of the night explaining to her and the boys where babies come from, and how they were all born of our love for each other......

The many times we came out to be alone, for other reasons....private discussions about the kids during those crazy teenage years.....wedding plans for Janie, even though she was only 18, so young....

The day we held each other and cried, when you were diagnosed.....

The times we spent alone, grabbing a few precious moments with each other, while we still could.....

The time I insisted we sunbath, together, on the bench, despite what your disability had done to your appearance...how you were so reluctant, self conscious, until I told you to knock it off....because I didn’t know how many more times I would get to make love with you before your body failed....and how we made it at least a weekly thing after that, weather and health permitting, for as long as you were physically able.....

The time we held each other close, knowing we would have to soon say our good-byes....that you would be leaving soon despite your greatest, our greatest wishes, because your body was finally failing and failing rapidly..... and how you promised with all your heart that no matter how long it was, that when my time came you would be waiting for me...but in the meantime, you didn’t want me to be alone.  And how soon after that, you were gone.

The times I needed to be alone, bewildered at your passing, wondering what to do next....alone, sobbing, my heart aching for you.....

If it wasn’t for the kids....the kids....I would have joined you long ago.  But losing both of us so soon would have been too much for them....our crazy, lovable kids....

Janie finished college and Grad school while working part-time, raising three kids and helping Scott finish college...Scott, her out-of-place, hippie/flower child husband who now wears a suit and tie to the office.

Billie....”William” or “Will” now, got his business degree at Columbia, took those corporate killer classes on how to apply “The Art of War” to Wall Street, and shocked everyone by turning to organic farming....though I daresay, those classes have much to do with why he has flourished.

And then there’s Jimmy....after moving back into the house 3 or 4 times, he finally turned his “hobby” as a musician into a career....not a superstar, yet, but I don’t think he wants that....makes a decent living and even puts away some savings.....

If it hadn’t been for them, I would have joined you long ago....oh, not suicide, of course....an illness from missing too many check-ups, a car accident because I wasn’t on my toes, something.....when you really want to go, you don’t need cyanide or a gun to your head, it will simply happen when you feel you are done.  I’ve seen enough life to know that.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear you walk up....if, indeed you did walk up.  I was a bit shocked, I didn’t recognize you at first, you were not as I had last seen you.  Younger, your body slender, your breasts so beautiful...muscles firm and strong, as you were before life, fate and your disability robbed you of your mobility and affected your appearance....there you were.  Wearing a sun hat and flip flops, holding a yellow daffodil you had picked, much like you used to when we had walked together, sunbathing naked, holding hands and looking at each other, quietly walking together.  Back in the days when I first made this bench, so we would have a private place to stop and rest, talk, hold each other...and on more adventurous days, make love.

You looked at me and smiled, took my hand, and leaned down to kiss me....how I missed that kiss. I opened my mouth to talk...."What.....how.....?" A thousand questions at once in those words.....you sat down on my lap, straddling me, and put a finger to my lips...."Shhhh.....I don't have much time.". And then you kissed me again, passionately, hands on my shoulders, and you reached down and started massaging my cock.....how I missed your touch, how I have longed for it.  soon, I was rock-hard, aching...hungry for you, hungry to be inside your sweet, hot pussy....

I buried my face in your breasts, massaging them with my hands while licking and sucking on your nipples, back and forth....I used to start with gentle teasing, but I had missed them so...missed you so....I could not hold back and ferociously attacked your nipples with my tongue and sucked hard on them, my mouth so hungry for what it had been missing.....

Soon you were grinding hard on my cock...I could feel your sweet pussy, hot and dripping wet, rubbing against me as I put my arms around you and held you close and buried my face in your breasts....I heard you moan and felt your body shiver as I sucked even harder on your nipples....  Soon, you raised yourself up and took my cock in one hand, holding it straight up and slowly impaled yourself, lowering yourself, engulfing my cock in your hot, dripping-wet pussy....I moaned, almost whimpered, the pleasure was so great, my sounds being muffled by your breasts as you started to ride me, my body shivering as you moved slowly up and down....slow on the upstroke as you tightened your pussy on my cock, then a quick drop on the downstroke....soon we were both moaning in time to your motions, bodies trembling, shuddering with each stroke......

Over and over, the passion was building....I turned my face up from your breasts, looking into your eyes.....we just stared at each other, talking without words...sharing our love, our passion, our longing for each other, our sorrow at being apart..... Soon, I could feel it, the impending conclusion, the final, inevitable pleasure of our lovemaking....part of my heart joyful at sharing this with you one more time, another part sad that this moment would soon end...your pussy getting hotter, tighter, your cries louder despite your attempts to stifle them....shivers going through my body as I felt my balls tighten, harder than ever, the pressure building as my cum began to load..... You lose control of your voice as your orgasm hits you, unable to stifle it any longer, a long, loud wail that is both joyful and mournful at the same time, your body shuddering so hard I have to hold you tight against me so you won’t fall over, your sweet pussy clenching over and over, so hot, so tight that I can’t hold back....I hold you even tighter to me as my hips thrust hard upwards, deep inside you as I shoot my load, pumping over and over...my rapid thrusts making your pussy quiver and tighten even more, making your orgasm continue even further while my cum started to drip out of your pussy, down my shaft....somehow, I keep pumping even more, until my balls are aching, drained....emptied deep inside you...a few sweet momemts of intense pleasure that feel like an eternity.....

Gradually, our bodies began to calm down, our mutual tremors of pleasure subsiding as we both caught our breath......we kissed tenderly, affectionately, pausing to smile at each other, look into each other’s eyes....

A look of sadness falls over your face....

“I have to go soon....”

“Please stay...as long as you can...even if only a few more minutes....”

“Yes, my love....”

We held each other close, so tight we couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, your head resting on my shoulder, eyes closed....I had missed you so much that my exhausted cock is still semi-hard, not wanting to leave the warm, sweet confines it had missed for so long....

And we fell asleep, for a while, in each other’s arms.

When I awoke, the sun was slightly closer to the horizon....voices in the distance had caused me to stir, and I rose to walk back to the house...quickly, as our secret place was obviously not as secret as it used to b.  There was no sign of you, and I began to wonder if it was a dream....

And then I saw it, beside where I’d been sitting on the bench....a yellow daffodil, the one you had been holding, with a lock of your hair tied to the stem....a lock of your hair, your special signature for the love note you used to leave for me...under the pillow, around the house, in my jacket pocket.  And then I knew...I knew it was real.  And I knew, even if you could not get away for another visit, you would be waiting for me when my time was through...and I no longer felt alone.

Text © 2016 Pulp Writ3r/Pulpwrit3rstori3s

and Copyright © 2023 Pulp Writ3r/Pulpwrit3rstori3s

Permission to reblog granted only if credits are kept intact.  All other rights reserved.

I changed the spelling of my blog title and url a couple years or so ago and this change is reflected in the copyright notice. After many of my stories were first published, another blogger created a blog on far different subject matter but adopted the same blog title I was using. Unknowingly, I am sure.

Once again, the photo is property of @canadianblondegal69 and used with her permission.

Please do not remove credits

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🖤💞🖤 Carpe Diem 🖤💞🖤

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Sabbatical time. For anyone who comes across my blog in my absence, my writing may be reblogged with credits attached, but not reposted or repurposed, it is copyright protected. I have the original files archived offline and/or screenshots with original date of posting

I trust my mutuals, but I have known other writers on Tumblr who have had...difficulties.

And, as always.....

This blog is still for adults only, if you are a minor, please leave.

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The photo above is property of the beautiful @canadaianblondegal69 and used with her permission. I first published this story, as a comment on this picture, back in 2016 but it was hidden from view later because of the change in Tumblr community standards on Dec. 18, 2018. On Nov. 1, 2022 nudity (but not explicit depictions of sex) were again allowed on Tumblr, along with the introduction of Community labels. (Written erotica is currently allowed and was allowed under the 2018 ban).

The Visit

I was walking in the woods behind our house, our old house, unnoccupied....I still visit it, I haven’t been able to figure out what to do with it, but it is very private, and out of the way.  And I still like to sunbath there, like we used to, so long ago....

So there I was, wearing nothing but flip-flops and a fanny pack, hiking through our forest and enjoying the alone time...enjoying the freedom, the sensuousness of the sun and the breeze on my body....wishing there was someone to share it with, pretending not to notice the changes the years had been making on my body....joints beginning to creak, the waistline turning soft and gradually expanding, despite my best efforts....and how over half of my pubic and chest hairs, like those on my head, had turned to a shade of silver/gray.

After about 20 minutes, I found our bench, right where it used to be.  I kept it up in memory of you, the wood still smooth and sealed, but a little dusty since I last was here.  I took a cloth out of my fanny pack and wiped it off before I sat down. The memories this place has.....

Like the time we snuck out at midnight to make love under the stars....and little Janie followed, not asleep like we thought, catching us in the act just as we we were finishing....and how we had to stay up the rest of the night explaining to her and the boys where babies come from, and how they were all born of our love for each other......

The many times we came out to be alone, for other reasons....private discussions about the kids during those crazy teenage years.....wedding plans for Janie, even though she was only 18, so young....

The day we held each other and cried, when you were diagnosed.....

The times we spent alone, grabbing a few precious moments with each other, while we still could.....

The time I insisted we sunbath, together, on the bench, despite what your disability had done to your appearance...how you were so reluctant, self conscious, until I told you to knock it off....because I didn’t know how many more times I would get to make love with you before your body failed....and how we made it at least a weekly thing after that, weather and health permitting, for as long as you were physically able.....

The time we held each other close, knowing we would have to soon say our good-byes....that you would be leaving soon despite your greatest, our greatest wishes, because your body was finally failing and failing rapidly..... and how you promised with all your heart that no matter how long it was, that when my time came you would be waiting for me...but in the meantime, you didn’t want me to be alone.  And how soon after that, you were gone.

The times I needed to be alone, bewildered at your passing, wondering what to do next....alone, sobbing, my heart aching for you.....

If it wasn’t for the kids....the kids....I would have joined you long ago.  But losing both of us so soon would have been too much for them....our crazy, lovable kids....

Janie finished college and Grad school while working part-time, raising three kids and helping Scott finish college...Scott, her out-of-place, hippie/flower child husband who now wears a suit and tie to the office.

Billie....”William” or “Will” now, got his business degree at Columbia, took those corporate killer classes on how to apply “The Art of War” to Wall Street, and shocked everyone by turning to organic farming....though I daresay, those classes have much to do with why he has flourished.

And then there’s Jimmy....after moving back into the house 3 or 4 times, he finally turned his “hobby” as a musician into a career....not a superstar, yet, but I don’t think he wants that....makes a decent living and even puts away some savings.....

If it hadn’t been for them, I would have joined you long ago....oh, not suicide, of course....an illness from missing too many check-ups, a car accident because I wasn’t on my toes, something.....when you really want to go, you don’t need cyanide or a gun to your head, it will simply happen when you feel you are done.  I’ve seen enough life to know that.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear you walk up....if, indeed you did walk up.  I was a bit shocked, I didn’t recognize you at first, you were not as I had last seen you.  Younger, your body slender, your breasts so beautiful...muscles firm and strong, as you were before life, fate and your disability robbed you of your mobility and affected your appearance....there you were.  Wearing a sun hat and flip flops, holding a yellow daffodil you had picked, much like you used to when we had walked together, sunbathing naked, holding hands and looking at each other, quietly walking together.  Back in the days when I first made this bench, so we would have a private place to stop and rest, talk, hold each other...and on more adventurous days, make love.

You looked at me and smiled, took my hand, and leaned down to kiss me....how I missed that kiss. I opened my mouth to talk...."What.....how.....?" A thousand questions at once in those words.....you sat down on my lap, straddling me, and put a finger to my lips...."Shhhh.....I don't have much time.". And then you kissed me again, passionately, hands on my shoulders, and you reached down and started massaging my cock.....how I missed your touch, how I have longed for it.  soon, I was rock-hard, aching...hungry for you, hungry to be inside your sweet, hot pussy....

I buried my face in your breasts, massaging them with my hands while licking and sucking on your nipples, back and forth....I used to start with gentle teasing, but I had missed them so...missed you so....I could not hold back and ferociously attacked your nipples with my tongue and sucked hard on them, my mouth so hungry for what it had been missing.....

Soon you were grinding hard on my cock...I could feel your sweet pussy, hot and dripping wet, rubbing against me as I put my arms around you and held you close and buried my face in your breasts....I heard you moan and felt your body shiver as I sucked even harder on your nipples....  Soon, you raised yourself up and took my cock in one hand, holding it straight up and slowly impaled yourself, lowering yourself, engulfing my cock in your hot, dripping-wet pussy....I moaned, almost whimpered, the pleasure was so great, my sounds being muffled by your breasts as you started to ride me, my body shivering as you moved slowly up and down....slow on the upstroke as you tightened your pussy on my cock, then a quick drop on the downstroke....soon we were both moaning in time to your motions, bodies trembling, shuddering with each stroke......

Over and over, the passion was building....I turned my face up from your breasts, looking into your eyes.....we just stared at each other, talking without words...sharing our love, our passion, our longing for each other, our sorrow at being apart..... Soon, I could feel it, the impending conclusion, the final, inevitable pleasure of our lovemaking....part of my heart joyful at sharing this with you one more time, another part sad that this moment would soon end...your pussy getting hotter, tighter, your cries louder despite your attempts to stifle them....shivers going through my body as I felt my balls tighten, harder than ever, the pressure building as my cum began to load..... You lose control of your voice as your orgasm hits you, unable to stifle it any longer, a long, loud wail that is both joyful and mournful at the same time, your body shuddering so hard I have to hold you tight against me so you won’t fall over, your sweet pussy clenching over and over, so hot, so tight that I can’t hold back....I hold you even tighter to me as my hips thrust hard upwards, deep inside you as I shoot my load, pumping over and over...my rapid thrusts making your pussy quiver and tighten even more, making your orgasm continue even further while my cum started to drip out of your pussy, down my shaft....somehow, I keep pumping even more, until my balls are aching, drained....emptied deep inside you...a few sweet momemts of intense pleasure that feel like an eternity.....

Gradually, our bodies began to calm down, our mutual tremors of pleasure subsiding as we both caught our breath......we kissed tenderly, affectionately, pausing to smile at each other, look into each other’s eyes....

A look of sadness falls over your face....

“I have to go soon....”

“Please stay...as long as you can...even if only a few more minutes....”

“Yes, my love....”

We held each other close, so tight we couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, your head resting on my shoulder, eyes closed....I had missed you so much that my exhausted cock is still semi-hard, not wanting to leave the warm, sweet confines it had missed for so long....

And we fell asleep, for a while, in each other’s arms.

When I awoke, the sun was slightly closer to the horizon....voices in the distance had caused me to stir, and I rose to walk back to the house...quickly, as our secret place was obviously not as secret as it used to b.  There was no sign of you, and I began to wonder if it was a dream....

And then I saw it, beside where I’d been sitting on the bench....a yellow daffodil, the one you had been holding, with a lock of your hair tied to the stem....a lock of your hair, your special signature for the love note you used to leave for me...under the pillow, around the house, in my jacket pocket.  And then I knew...I knew it was real.  And I knew, even if you could not get away for another visit, you would be waiting for me when my time was through...and I no longer felt alone.

Text © 2016 Pulp Writ3r/Pulpwrit3rstori3s

and Copyright © 2023 Pulp Writ3r/Pulpwrit3rstori3s

Permission to reblog granted only if credits are kept intact.  All other rights reserved.

I changed the spelling of my blog title and url a couple years or so ago and this change is reflected in the copyright notice. After many of my stories were first published, another blogger created a blog on far different subject matter but adopted the same blog title I was using. Unknowingly, I am sure.

Once again, the photo is property of @canadianblondegal69 and used with her permission.

Please do not remove credits

[pulpwrit3r]

The photo above is property of the beautiful @canadaianblondegal69 and used with her permission. I first published this story, as a comment on this picture, back in 2016 but it was hidden from view later because of the change in Tumblr community standards on Dec. 18, 2018. On Nov. 1, 2022 nudity (but not explicit depictions of sex) were again allowed on Tumblr, along with the introduction of Community labels. (Written erotica is currently allowed and was allowed under the 2018 ban).

The Visit

I was walking in the woods behind our house, our old house, unnoccupied....I still visit it, I haven’t been able to figure out what to do with it, but it is very private, and out of the way.  And I still like to sunbath there, like we used to, so long ago....

So there I was, wearing nothing but flip-flops and a fanny pack, hiking through our forest and enjoying the alone time...enjoying the freedom, the sensuousness of the sun and the breeze on my body....wishing there was someone to share it with, pretending not to notice the changes the years had been making on my body....joints beginning to creak, the waistline turning soft and gradually expanding, despite my best efforts....and how over half of my pubic and chest hairs, like those on my head, had turned to a shade of silver/gray.

After about 20 minutes, I found our bench, right where it used to be.  I kept it up in memory of you, the wood still smooth and sealed, but a little dusty since I last was here.  I took a cloth out of my fanny pack and wiped it off before I sat down. The memories this place has.....

Like the time we snuck out at midnight to make love under the stars....and little Janie followed, not asleep like we thought, catching us in the act just as we we were finishing....and how we had to stay up the rest of the night explaining to her and the boys where babies come from, and how they were all born of our love for each other......

The many times we came out to be alone, for other reasons....private discussions about the kids during those crazy teenage years.....wedding plans for Janie, even though she was only 18, so young....

The day we held each other and cried, when you were diagnosed.....

The times we spent alone, grabbing a few precious moments with each other, while we still could.....

The time I insisted we sunbath, together, on the bench, despite what your disability had done to your appearance...how you were so reluctant, self conscious, until I told you to knock it off....because I didn’t know how many more times I would get to make love with you before your body failed....and how we made it at least a weekly thing after that, weather and health permitting, for as long as you were physically able.....

The time we held each other close, knowing we would have to soon say our good-byes....that you would be leaving soon despite your greatest, our greatest wishes, because your body was finally failing and failing rapidly..... and how you promised with all your heart that no matter how long it was, that when my time came you would be waiting for me...but in the meantime, you didn’t want me to be alone.  And how soon after that, you were gone.

The times I needed to be alone, bewildered at your passing, wondering what to do next....alone, sobbing, my heart aching for you.....

If it wasn’t for the kids....the kids....I would have joined you long ago.  But losing both of us so soon would have been too much for them....our crazy, lovable kids....

Janie finished college and Grad school while working part-time, raising three kids and helping Scott finish college...Scott, her out-of-place, hippie/flower child husband who now wears a suit and tie to the office.

Billie....”William” or “Will” now, got his business degree at Columbia, took those corporate killer classes on how to apply “The Art of War” to Wall Street, and shocked everyone by turning to organic farming....though I daresay, those classes have much to do with why he has flourished.

And then there’s Jimmy....after moving back into the house 3 or 4 times, he finally turned his “hobby” as a musician into a career....not a superstar, yet, but I don’t think he wants that....makes a decent living and even puts away some savings.....

If it hadn’t been for them, I would have joined you long ago....oh, not suicide, of course....an illness from missing too many check-ups, a car accident because I wasn’t on my toes, something.....when you really want to go, you don’t need cyanide or a gun to your head, it will simply happen when you feel you are done.  I’ve seen enough life to know that.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t hear you walk up....if, indeed you did walk up.  I was a bit shocked, I didn’t recognize you at first, you were not as I had last seen you.  Younger, your body slender, your breasts so beautiful...muscles firm and strong, as you were before life, fate and your disability robbed you of your mobility and affected your appearance....there you were.  Wearing a sun hat and flip flops, holding a yellow daffodil you had picked, much like you used to when we had walked together, sunbathing naked, holding hands and looking at each other, quietly walking together.  Back in the days when I first made this bench, so we would have a private place to stop and rest, talk, hold each other...and on more adventurous days, make love.

You looked at me and smiled, took my hand, and leaned down to kiss me....how I missed that kiss. I opened my mouth to talk...."What.....how.....?" A thousand questions at once in those words.....you sat down on my lap, straddling me, and put a finger to my lips...."Shhhh.....I don't have much time.". And then you kissed me again, passionately, hands on my shoulders, and you reached down and started massaging my cock.....how I missed your touch, how I have longed for it.  soon, I was rock-hard, aching...hungry for you, hungry to be inside your sweet, hot pussy....

I buried my face in your breasts, massaging them with my hands while licking and sucking on your nipples, back and forth....I used to start with gentle teasing, but I had missed them so...missed you so....I could not hold back and ferociously attacked your nipples with my tongue and sucked hard on them, my mouth so hungry for what it had been missing.....

Soon you were grinding hard on my cock...I could feel your sweet pussy, hot and dripping wet, rubbing against me as I put my arms around you and held you close and buried my face in your breasts....I heard you moan and felt your body shiver as I sucked even harder on your nipples....  Soon, you raised yourself up and took my cock in one hand, holding it straight up and slowly impaled yourself, lowering yourself, engulfing my cock in your hot, dripping-wet pussy....I moaned, almost whimpered, the pleasure was so great, my sounds being muffled by your breasts as you started to ride me, my body shivering as you moved slowly up and down....slow on the upstroke as you tightened your pussy on my cock, then a quick drop on the downstroke....soon we were both moaning in time to your motions, bodies trembling, shuddering with each stroke......

Over and over, the passion was building....I turned my face up from your breasts, looking into your eyes.....we just stared at each other, talking without words...sharing our love, our passion, our longing for each other, our sorrow at being apart..... Soon, I could feel it, the impending conclusion, the final, inevitable pleasure of our lovemaking....part of my heart joyful at sharing this with you one more time, another part sad that this moment would soon end...your pussy getting hotter, tighter, your cries louder despite your attempts to stifle them....shivers going through my body as I felt my balls tighten, harder than ever, the pressure building as my cum began to load..... You lose control of your voice as your orgasm hits you, unable to stifle it any longer, a long, loud wail that is both joyful and mournful at the same time, your body shuddering so hard I have to hold you tight against me so you won’t fall over, your sweet pussy clenching over and over, so hot, so tight that I can’t hold back....I hold you even tighter to me as my hips thrust hard upwards, deep inside you as I shoot my load, pumping over and over...my rapid thrusts making your pussy quiver and tighten even more, making your orgasm continue even further while my cum started to drip out of your pussy, down my shaft....somehow, I keep pumping even more, until my balls are aching, drained....emptied deep inside you...a few sweet momemts of intense pleasure that feel like an eternity.....

Gradually, our bodies began to calm down, our mutual tremors of pleasure subsiding as we both caught our breath......we kissed tenderly, affectionately, pausing to smile at each other, look into each other’s eyes....

A look of sadness falls over your face....

“I have to go soon....”

“Please stay...as long as you can...even if only a few more minutes....”

“Yes, my love....”

We held each other close, so tight we couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began, your head resting on my shoulder, eyes closed....I had missed you so much that my exhausted cock is still semi-hard, not wanting to leave the warm, sweet confines it had missed for so long....

And we fell asleep, for a while, in each other’s arms.

When I awoke, the sun was slightly closer to the horizon....voices in the distance had caused me to stir, and I rose to walk back to the house...quickly, as our secret place was obviously not as secret as it used to b.  There was no sign of you, and I began to wonder if it was a dream....

And then I saw it, beside where I’d been sitting on the bench....a yellow daffodil, the one you had been holding, with a lock of your hair tied to the stem....a lock of your hair, your special signature for the love note you used to leave for me...under the pillow, around the house, in my jacket pocket.  And then I knew...I knew it was real.  And I knew, even if you could not get away for another visit, you would be waiting for me when my time was through...and I no longer felt alone.

Text © 2016 Pulp Writ3r/Pulpwrit3rstori3s

and Copyright © 2023 Pulp Writ3r/Pulpwrit3rstori3s

Permission to reblog granted only if credits are kept intact.  All other rights reserved.

I changed the spelling of my blog title and url a couple years or so ago and this change is reflected in the copyright notice. After many of my stories were first published, another blogger created a blog on far different subject matter but adopted the same blog title I was using. Unknowingly, I am sure.

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[marquis-de-la-rose-noire]

[lady-em-deactivated20200806]

Beautiful.

[pulpwrit3r]

THE ASSIGNATION….

There she stands, waiting….even more beautiful in her corset than she was in her formal dress. But tonight he, and he alone, is granted the privilege of experiencing what lay beneath.

She could have any man she wanted and was quite aware of it, but she always chose carefully so as not to abuse the gifts nature had given her.

And gazing upon her, standing in the doorway, was a gentleman who was also one to choose carefully….one not to make light of such a gift, but not one to accept just any offer, either.

For her keen mind, her sharp wit had first captured his attention. Her seductive banter…light pleasantries to the casual listener, to be sure….had initiated the mutually seductive dance of words they had enjoyed all evening.

It was always the mind he found to be most erotic, but he still enjoyed when such a woman knew how to apply her inner sexuality to her outward appearance, whether or not one would consider her a traditional beauty.

But this one, this one….even at such an early stage, deep in the back of his mind, part of him was hoping this night would become one of many. He had long ago given up on finding “the one”….or so he thought.

Internally he chided himself for still harboring, deep inside him, the hopeless romantic he had been in his youth. A part of him that life experiences, some bitter, some sweet, had caused him to subdue and view with amusement whenever it arose.

His expression did not, for one instant, betray his internal musings. Slowly, he closed the door behind him and casually approached her. The only thing she knew….and that he knew, without doubt…was that he was about to slowly unwrap this gift she was giving him, enjoy removing each layer of that which she had used to dress her body and her mind. He was simply going to enjoy the moment for what it was as they fed each other’s hunger and longing tonight. And if it led to a pleasant tomorrow….or two, or three…..that would be enjoyed when it arrived.

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[possesseth-by-fire]

[sexquisitesensual]

Play time…

[pulpwrit3r]

Our favorite sports bar, our favorite early evening ritual. Our favorite because everyone is always so engrossed in whatever game that they never notice. They never notice that your blouse is unbuttoned, your nipples hard. They never notice my hand slipping up your skirt, and yours is slipping over to my crotch. They never notice when I gently finger your pussy until you cum for me, like the good girl you are. They never notice you closing your eyes, biting your lip to keep from making noise, grabbing the edge of the bar. They never notice when you fasten just one button to barely contain your tits, and we then discreetly slip off to the bathroom for special patrons, where you unzip my pants and eagerly devour my cock, or I flip up your skirt and you brace yourself against the sink and I fuck your lovely pussy from behind. No one notices…

Well, except for the bouncers and the bartender, who are careful to keep our seats saved no matter how long we take. And paid to discreetly notice if our activity catches someone’s eye and preempt any obnoxious behavior before it starts. Perks of owning half the bar.

But then you know that, my sweet, as you own the other half…

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[possesseth-by-fire]

[sexquisitesensual]

Play time…

[pulpwrit3r]

Our favorite sports bar, our favorite early evening ritual. Our favorite because everyone is always so engrossed in whatever game that they never notice. They never notice that your blouse is unbuttoned, your nipples hard. They never notice my hand slipping up your skirt, and yours is slipping over to my crotch. They never notice when I gently finger your pussy until you cum for me, like the good girl you are. They never notice you closing your eyes, biting your lip to keep from making noise, grabbing the edge of the bar. They never notice when you fasten just one button to barely contain your tits, and we then discreetly slip off to the bathroom for special patrons, where you unzip my pants and eagerly devour my cock, or I flip up your skirt and you brace yourself against the sink and I fuck your lovely pussy from behind. No one notices…

Well, except for the bouncers and the bartender, who are careful to keep our seats saved no matter how long we take. And paid to discreetly notice if our activity catches someone’s eye and preempt any obnoxious behavior before it starts. Perks of owning half the bar.

But then you know that, my sweet, as you own the other half…

[pulpwrit3r]

                                 Unappreciated…….

So shy she was….because she felt she did not conform to some unrealistic, artificial standard of beauty. Even after she took off her blouse, her last article of clothing, she sat there on the bed with her knees to her chest, her legs close together.

But after much coaxing, and many soft caresses she lay back, and finally revealed what I was hungry to see….the lovely curves of her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs. She apologized for “not shaving”. Yet there was no need, the color of her pubic hair made it a lovely adornment to her pussy.

She eyed me with uncertainty as I stood over her, even though my hard cock obviously betrayed my thoughts.

I leaned over kissed her passionately on her full, red lips. Then I slowly left a trail of kisses down her neck, her shoulders, to her breasts and her nipples, where I selfishly allowed my hands and mouth to linger. As I licked and sucked her nipples, I felt her body begin to relax. At last, she began give in to my attentions. She began to let out little moans and sighs as she ran her fingers through my hair.

After a few moments, my mouth resumed its journey, leaving a trail of kisses down the sensuous curves of her abdomen.

I gently spread her legs wide and buried my face in her lovely, sweet pussy. With my mouth, my tongue…and a little help from my fingers….I showed her my appreciation of her beauty. And my appreciation of her bravery, for facing those uncertainties about herself, carefully instilled by past lovers who were either young and ignorant, old and ignorant, or trying to control her by making her uncertain of herself. This one got mad because she forgot to shave, that one said she needed to lose weight when her. One young ignoramus had told her her pussy was to wet, and a long-term lover had almost convinced her no one else would want her.

I was befuddled by how such things could be said of this naked beauty before me, but now was not the time to dwell as I tasted her sweet juices and tortured her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue.

As her sweet cries grew louder, as her hips began to tremble, her uncertainties about herself drained away. Her legs shook uncontrollably as she cried out when her orgasm hit her, wracking her body with pleasure. I devoured her without mercy, seeking to prolong her rapture, until her clit became so sensitive she pushed me away.

I was so hard, aching after her sweet cries, the sensuous, beautiful way she came to my ministrations. I longed to slip my cock inside her sweet pussy and mercilessly pound another orgasm out of her and fill her with my cum from my aching balls, but for reasons I did not understand she kept her legs close together as her tremors of pleasure subsided.

But then, before she had caught her breath she gently pushed my shoulder over, leaving me flat on my back. Without preamble she went straight for my hard cock. As she gently stroked my balls with one hand, she greedily licked up and down my hard shaft. She then took me completely into her mouth, her tongue working its magic as she licked and sucked. Every so often pausing to mercilessly lick and tease the crown.

I moaned loudly in pleasure, my hips began to tremble involuntarily. Long ago my cum had begun to load. But she held me there on the edge, licking, tasting my precum and slowly sucking a few more drops out of me every moment or two and making the pressure build to an impossible level.

Finally, I could hold back no longer. I grab her hair, my hips thrust upward involuntarily as I fucked her sweet little mouth. I swear a bolt of lightning tore through my body as I shot my load. My body trembled and moaned, beyond my control as I pumped my hot load inside her mouth, down her throat. After what seemed like an eternity my balls were empty, spent. I continued to moan and tremble as she proceeded with her sweet torture, sucking every last drop of cum out of my exhausted cock. Never before had I been prey to such enthusiastic oral skill. But as she moved to lay beside me, and then kissed me, something told me this would not be the last.

As we lay there, drifting off in each other’s arms, I briefly wondered…how could anyone have said such unkind words to this beautiful lady in my arms. So sensuously curved, so responsive, and so enthusiastic in return that she was both saintly angel and wicked devil in bed.

Not that it mattered at this moment. What mattered was that today, and for however long we decided, I was her lover, she was mine, and most selfishly, their loss was my gain.

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@thegingerpowers​  Just a quick little story…..

[pulpwrit3r]

What is it about a woman who loves to ride a man's cock?

There is just something so hot about it...

A woman who knows how to please, enjoys making a man cum...enjoys the play of expressions on his face, enjoys what she is creating on him....but at the same time is controlling her own pleasure. A woman who loves sex and is not afraid to show it...who revels in it.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love different positions, I love making a woman cum, not to mention eating pussy and fingering a woman for my pleasure as much as hers.

But when a woman loves to ride your cock, there is simply no doubt that she loves to do the same to/for you also.

And that is just so fucking hot.

Ok, just some random thoughts, take 'em or leave 'em.

[pulpwrit3r]

Models are cute, some even breathtaking....

But real bodies are so goddamn sexy.

Real. Not photoshopped. Women who have lived life. Not artificially kept to a certain physical condition or appearance.

Ladies, do not look in the mirror and judge yourself harshly. The media is so full of crap.

Stretch marks, curves, scars that show you have lived. That tummy that is fun to kiss.

Slender or plus-sized, A-cup or EE or cancer survivor who had to sacrifice one or both breasts to survive. Muscular limbs or slender, it matters not.

Real bodies are so fucking hot.....

[pulpwrit3r]

First date......

The night had been quite eventful...dinner, a movie, followed by cocktails at a lounge with soft music. The conversation had gone well...they had progressed to holding hands across the table, smiling at each other, by the end of the evening.

He gave her a ride home...it was later than they had planned. She invited him in, and after more conversation, and a glass or two of wine, it was time to sleep, too late to drive home. He was unsure of the signals so he decided to be a gentleman and sleep on the couch.

After a few hours he awoke, and decided it was time to drive home...but nature called, and it was very urgent.

The bathroom door was closed...he knocked gently, and a soft voice beckoned him to come in.

"Need to dispose of the wine?" she asked, playfully teasing.

At first he tried to politely avert his eyes, but she made no effort to cover herself, the soap bubbles all that were preserving her modesty...not that she wanted to.

His eyes no longer averted, enjoying what he saw...the rich tones of her beautiful brown skin, the darker circles of her areolas were visible underneath the soap bubbles on her breasts, which were rounded and sensuously curved.

"Well, yes, if you don't mind," he said. Jokingly, he added "It seems we have reached that going-to-the-bathroom-in-front-of-each-other stage quickly."

She laughed...."You don't have anything I haven't seen before."

He dropped his trousers and sat on the toilet...he was tired and an accidental wayward splash would be most unwelcome at this juncture. She looked at what he had exposed....muscular legs. Mid-section and ass...a few extra pounds but evenly distributed, sort of a dad-bod. His skin, quite pale from lack of sun, and the read in his beard, betrayed a certain amounr of Celtic ancestry...though how distant was not easy to determine. She thought that bode well...too often she had seen a heavily defined musculature and a booth tan accompany a preening, self-centered attitude. Average size cock, nicely shaped...and the beginnings of a hard-on as he had to tuck it to point down with noticeable effort.

Well, he thought, if she is comfortable, I am and this can't wait. For a long moment the sounds of a small waterfall echoed in the porcelain bowl beneath him.

"Why don't you join me?"

She looked him directly in the eye...

"Don't mind if I do..." He smiled and undressed quickly, but not hastily, and climbed into the tub with her. The water was warm and relaxing. She smiled and handed him a bath sponge. He gently washed her shoulders, her arms....her breasts. He looked her in the eye as he let go of the sponge and began to gently massage her breasts and play with her nipples. She closed her eyes and inhaled sharply, his skilled touch making her body tremble.....

She let out a low moan...his touch felt so good. He had awakened a fire inside her, a hunger for more of what he was giving. Wordlessly, she moved he body so she could lay against him and he leaned his body against the end of the tub so he could accommodate her.

He put his arms around her and began to slowly massage her nipples again while he kissed the back of her neck, then slowly slipped one hand down between her legs. She shifted her position slightly so he had better access and settled in against him just a bit more. His fingers found her swollen clit...her body shuddered as he began to lightly massage it, and in response her hand soon found his hard cock. As he slowly made cicles on her clit with his index finger, she began to gently and skillfully stroke his hard cock. Soon his finger, her hand, and their mutual breathing were all synchronized as the passion built between them....a comfortable, unhurried, relaxed passion. Without words they enjoyed the slow build-up, enjoyed each other's touch....a long, sweet, quiet moment of pleasure.

Suddenly she felt the last stages build, quite rapidly....he sensed this and moved his finger faster and faster on her clit. As it hit her, she moaned...indeed, wailed loudly as her body trembled. Her hand squeezed his cock hard, involuntarily, as he continued to play with her clit, and he held her tightly with his free arm. She whimpered over and over as her body continued to tremble, finally pushing his hand away as her clit was now, for the moment, too sensitive to touch.

She rested her full weight against him as she caught her breath....eyes closed, she continued to slowly stroke his cock. Her sweet sounds, her sensuous tremors quickened his heartbeat and stoked the fires of passion inside him, bringing him much closer himself. As her breathing slowed, so did her hand and she slowed her stroking.....now, slowly teasing him. His body shivered as he grew closer and closer...his arms held her tightly, his hands squeezing her breasts and playing with her nipples, his mouth kissing, nibbling the back of her neck. Suddenly, a little unexpectedly, he let out a low growl and shot his load, ejecting a milky stream of cum into the bathwater. His body stiffened as he held her even tighter, her hand slowly and skilfully milking his cock of every last drop. "Perfect," she murmured in a low voice, then used her hand to scoop what she could of his essence from the water and slowly rubbed it into her breasts.

"Let's move this to the bedroom," he whispered her ear. She nodded her assent and they stood up, rinsed each other and dried off, playfully touching each other all the while. She grabbed him by the cock and led the way while he followed, ine hand firmly gripping her ass. As they walked up to the bed he playfully swatted her ass. She stopped dead, her body briefly stiffened.

"I'm sorry, are you OK?"

"Oh, yes," she replied. "I'm fine."

"Did that hurt?..."

"Oh no, it's just that, I prefer....harder...." she was a little embarassed and had not wished to reveal her kink so soon, not like this. But something about him....his masculine scent, his unhurried, gentlemanly manner....had made her not only aroused by his playful swat, but made he drop her guard, comfortable with him. Comfortable enough to tell him what she really wanted, needed.

He gave her a wicked grin...knowing exactly what she meant, what she wanted. And he also knew how to give it to her.

"Safeword?"

"Jello," she replied, giggling.

"That little giggle is going to get you fucked hard, young lady," he growled with mock consternation. "Now bend over the side of the bed."

She complied, her feet on the floor, ass in the air, her torso on the bed.

Smack! came the first swat, harder than she expected...harder than expected, but not harder than she wanted. Smack! came the second swat with his bare hand, hard enough to make her body move....she let out a low moan of pain mixed with pleasure. Again. Then again. And again. her pussy grew hot and wet with arousal, far hotter than when they were in the bathtub. Soon she was moaning loudly, and a trickle of her sweet juices was beginning to run down her inner thigh, even as a tear was also running down her cheek. Under his hand a deep ache hand grown inside her, stronger with each strike of his hand on her ass....she had never felt her need grow so quickly before, nor so strong. Her legs began to tremble....

"Please....please....."

"Please, what?"

"I need...."

"What do you need? Say it....." He tortured her with his words, enjoying every moment.

"I need your cock!!! Please, please....fuck me!! I can't stand it....fuck me, please!!"

"Good Girl. Spread your legs wide for me...NOW!!!"

She complied, and in the light of the bedroom he got his first real look at her pussy...her beautiful pussy. Dripping wet, swollen with arousal. Her sweet folds were a deep red, and the edges of her lips were an even darker color. Like a baccara, he thought, a black rose. He had seen many color variations in women in that area, of course, but none quite like hers. And hers.....so beautiful his hard cock ached at the very sight.

He positioned himself behind her, and teased her warm, wet lips and her swollen clit with the tip of his cock. She moaned in frustration as she tried to push back and force him inside her, but he steadied her ass with one hand, and continued to tease her until she whimpered and trembled....and then without warning he thrust his hard cock deep inside her. Fuck, her pussy was so hot, so wet...so tight. He grabbed her hips tightly as he thrust hard again....and again. She felt his warmth fill her, moving in and out, her body shaking with each hard thrust.

He growled as he felt her pussy grow hotter, tighter...as she grew closer her hips met his every thrust. He soon felt his cum start to load. He paused briefly, taking a couple of quick, deep breaths as he squeezed the base of his cock to buy him some time, then went back to thrusting hard and deep. Her voice got higher pitched , louder, with each thrust, and then it suddenly hit her, her whole body trembling, her legs weak as her pussy spasmed, clenching over and over on his cock. Her sweet moans her hot, tight pussy became too much for him and his hips then rapidly thrust in and out with a mind of their own, prolonging her orgasm, until, with a yell he shot his load....pumping his cum deep inside her until his balls were so empty they ached.

After a long, pleasurable moment he collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily, his cock still inside her until it went soft and slipped out. He kissed her neck, then stood up, a little unsteady....she slowly rose, then kneeled before him and greedily licked their combined juices off his cock and sucked vhim dry. He let out a low moan of pleasure as he played with her hair...."MMMMMM.....such a good girl...."

He gently pulled her up and kissed her passionately, arms around her.....

Suddenly they both shivered, their bodies cooling off now from their exertion. She pulled back the covers and gestured, inviting him into her bed. They lay down together, cuddling, and pull up the blankets to get warm again.

He then kissed her forehead as he gently stroked her hair, murmuring "Mmmm, my Sweet Baccara....."

"Baccara...a black rose. My favorite, by the way.. So...why I am I your baccara?"

"Well," he said as he slipped one hand down to her pussy, to affectionately play with it, "it seems that Marion Davies had first dibs on 'Rosebud'."

She laughed at his words. "I see. Still...YOUR Sweet Baccara?"

"Yes, mine. For the rest of the weekend, anyway. Then we can negotiate from there. If that is what you want." His eyes held a questioning look.

"Yes...." she replied. "Yes, I want. Very much so. So I suppose that means you will be here for breakfast?"

"Well...." he said as he smiled, "only if you are on the menu."

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@thegingerpowers Well, finally getting off my butt and finishing some stories...lol. Here's one you might like😉

[pulpwrit3rstori3s]

Now I remember what that reminded me of!!!!😈

[pulpwrit3r2-0]

More Than Friends....

He made a breakfast pastry for her.

It was one of those little things he liked to do when he visited. One of those random little surprises. A breakfast pastry, sugar-free, that he made with his donut maker that he took on road trips with him in his van, tricked out to be a comfortable “home on wheels” whenever ho took a working vacation. Which was often. A little 350-watt marvel that made one donut at a time, low enough wattage that he could use it with his inverter and batteries without straining either.

But today, it was in her kitchen, sitting on a wooden trivet, cooling off after he made a couple of donuts...well, “mini-Bundt cakes” as the manual said, really just semi-large donuts, with one of her favorite healthy pancake mixes. He had already made coffee, again with his coffee press (he just didn’t know her kitchen well enough to find hers) and was sipping on a cup as he made some cream cheese frosting...vanilla extract and monkfruit sweetener whipped together with light cream cheese.

He pondered all of these little details as the caffeine gradually tickled his central nervous system to life. Part of him watched with amusement, as it often did, as his body carried out certain tasks almost on autopilot, while the higher functions of his mind gradually came to life. He often wondered if he would suddenly awaken naked in the middle of a zoom call one morning if he failed to set his alarm.

He cut the donut in half, to share...it was a bit big, a little more than she liked first thing in the morning...plated it, then took it and both coffees to her bedroom and set them on the end table by her bed and quietly pulled up a chair. She always left the door open when he visited. Not quite an implied invitation, but a sign of the trust and familiarity between them. He sipped his coffee as he watched her, beautiful in her sleep. She gradually became aware of his presence and opened her eyes.

“Why are you sitting there?” were her first sleepy words. “And your coffee smells great.”

“You’re beautiful when you sleep. When you wake up, too. And I poured you a cup.”

“You’re so sweet. And here I am, a morning mess, no makeup--”

“Not like you need any. Now let me help you sit up.”

He gently took her hand and pulled her upright. She tried to hold the covers over her tits with the other...she slept naked...but soon realized that it was a futile effort so she let them fall. She picked up her coffee and took a sip, then two. He watched her with admiration as she enjoyed her coffee. Her skin was a rich shade of ebony, her ample tits so deliciously curved, like the rest of her....her aureolas and nipples an even darker shade. And fit, but with a definite womanly softness to her ass, her thighs and tummy. A real, beautiful woman, not an artificially sculpted conformation to an ideal. And those eyes....such a beautiful shade of dark brown, with a depth you could easily get lost in. She noticed his attention and began to relax, remembering now how comfortable he made her feel in her own skin, despite her body issues. What she saw as detracting, undesirable, he saw as perfect imperfections.

She finally noticed the plate on the table. “Is that for me?”

“Yes, it is. Or for us, depending on how hungry you are, there’s another in the kitchen. And before you say anything more, I made it with your chocolate Kodiak Cakes mix, and the frosting is sugar-free.”

“You know me so well.” She smiled as she took her first bite. “Mmmmm, this is good....” A somewhat dense texture, to be sure, as anything made with that mix usually was. But the lower liquid to mix ratio also intensified the chocolate flavor, which was offset nicely with the sweetness of the frosting. She nibbled on it a little more before she set it down, letting it settle in her stomach for a bit as she took another sip of coffee.

He leaned over her and kissed her forehead in thanks, then gently brushed a stray hair from her face. He then slowly caressed her cheek, then tilted her chin up with his hand and kissed her lips...a brief yet sweet gesture of affection. She looked up at him, her own affection for him visible in her eyes. “Chocolate and coffee for breakfast....if you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working....” The look in her eyes said the rest.

She pulled back the covers and sat on the edge of the bed, then patted the empty space beside her, leaving no doubt as to what she wanted. They weren’t always lovers when he visited, but as much as he enjoyed making love with her, he never pressured her, letting her decide. And this was one of those times, when she not only needed to feel appreciated, but need to express that same feeling in return.

He began to strip out of his informal sleeping attire—an oversize t-shirt and basketball shorts, practical for a road trip—when she gently stopped him. “No, luv, let me do that,” she murmured.

He leaned over so she could help him off with his t-shirt, then pulled his shorts down. She giggled as his cock, rock-hard, sprang out at her. Something about seeing her completely naked always made him instantly rock-hard. Something about her eyes, her curves...the way the edges of the lips of her pussy were an intense pink, in contrast to the rest of her skin, perhaps...he could not say it was any one thing.

He had his own body issues, to be sure...greying hair all over, except a little red in his beard. Skin a bit too white from lack of sun, in his opinion. But she loved the mature look of the grey, how the years gave a rugged look to his face and the red in his beard went with his green eyes. How the comfortable appearance of his dad bod showed that he had lived, that he could relax and how it felt against her in bed. As much as chiseled abs and biceps were nice eye candy, the “edges” of such were sometimes a bit too sharp pressed against her, and the owners of such physiques often a bit too intent on themselves to know how to pay attention to another .

And she loved the way he got so hard around her, every time they were together, whether they were going to fuck nor not. It was a compliment that you just couldn’t fake.

She gently took his cock in her hands and softly stroked it while she teased the head, slowly circling it with her tongue. She looked up at him as his body shivered and he let out a soft moan. He grabbed handfuls of her hair, the ache in his cock making his hips gently thrust...slowly fucking her mouth for a few moments as she continued to tease him. Her pussy was soon dripping wet, acing for his cock, so aroused she was at his obvious pleasure.

She sucked hard on his cock briefly so she could taste his precum, mildly sweet and slightly salty, before she pulled her mouth away. She again looked up at him and gently grasped his cock, using it to guide him to lay next to her in bed. They put their arms around each other and kissed passionately, tongues battling as she used hers to fuck his mouth, leaving no doubt what she needed of him. She spread her legs wide and he moved on top of her, still kissing as he massaged and squeezed her tits with his hands, pinching and playing with her nipples, grinding his cock against her pussy until he slipped right in. They moaned in unison as she felt the warm fullness of his cock enter her, and he felt her sweet confines...so hot, so wet...so tight as she tightened and squeezed his cock with her pussy.. He propped himself up on his elbows to look into her eyes as they fucked....slow, sweet, deep thrusts where her hip came up to meet his. Soon, she was mesmerized by their rhythm, closing her eyes and biting her lip, turning her head to the side. Little moans and whimpers of pleasure came from her lips with each thrust as she wrapped her legs around his back. Slowly, the pleasure built for them both and he felt his cum start to load. Her sweet cries pushing him closer, just as much as his low growls, with each thrust, pushed her.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, it hit her. Her pussy spasmed, tightening on his cock over and over as she felt the pleasure spread from between her legs and engulf her body in a wave. He let out a loud cry as this pushed him over the edge, her sweet cries, her trembling body...her pussy tightening, on his cock, so wet, so intensely hot...he shot his load deep inside her, pumping over and over as he body shook, his hips trying to thrust even deeper though he was already balls-deep. Her legs tightened around his hips as their bodies rocked together in time, until the long moment of pleasure began to abate. He collapsed on top of her, exhausted, and lay there while they both caught there breath. Finally, his exhausted cock went limp and slipped out. He tried to pull away, but she kept her legs locked tight, and pulled him close with her arms, needing...aching for...the comfort of his weight upon her.

After a few minutes, she opened her eyes and smiled. She kissed him, and wordlessly they separated so they could lay next to each other and cuddle. But soon, she found herself still hungry for him and gently pushed his shoulder until he lay on his back.. She kiss his mouth, down his neck, his chest....licked and nibbled on his nipples, turning them into an erogenous zone for him as only she could, while he again ran his fingers through her hair. She then played with the hair on his abdomen as she kissed her way down to his cock.

She made little sounds of pleasure as she tasted them both on him, and again, sent shivers up his spine as she licked and teased his cock and sucked him dry, swallowing the last drops of cum she extracted from him. She took great pleasure in skillfully licking, stroking, and teasing him again until he was rock hard, and again dripping wet at the way he responded to her ministrations. Wordlessly, she climbed on top of him and impaled herself on him, letting out a loud sigh of pleasure as she felt him enter. She put her hands on his shoulders, keeping him flat as she began to ride him, her eyes locked on hers. Her face wore a wicked smile of pleasure, as she kept their eyes locked and watched the play of expressions on his face....watched the sweat break out on his forehead, heard him moan and whimper as he struggled to hold back. By the way he tried to grab the sheets, she knew he was close so she slowed down, switching to rolling her hips, clenching her but cheeks hard so the hood was pulled back from her clit, grinding against him instead. She leaned over and hung her tits over his face. He took the hint and devoured them hungrily, greedily, making her body shiver, and soon she was even closer to cumming than he was. She backed away, her hands again on his shoulders, enjoying the look on his fast, his moans, his near-desperation at being held so close for so long. And again, with her wicked grin, she began to ride him hard and fast. She looked down at her hips....one thing she liked about the sharp contrast of their skin tones, though she never told him, was that it gave such a sharp visual demarkation that she could precisely watch his cock disappear inside her as she felt it fill her pussy. When they were fucking in positions where she could watch this, it greatly intensified her pleasure.

She sped up her motions, watching and feeling his cock, feeling the pleasure build as she rode him mercilessly and came hard, her body shaking as she nearly screamed. She was barely able to stay steady and keep riding as her pussy, her hips, then her body trembled. She was barely able to watch his face as, pushed over the edge, he shot his load and came hard, crying out her name over and over as he pumped his cum inside her, his expression so intense, as if he were in pain. She stabilized herself and continued to ride him hard, both of them moaning in pleasure...her clit, her pussy, and his cock so sensitive that is was like prolonging both of their orgasms. Finally, he had to grab her hips and hold her still, the feeling was so intense.

He was so exhausted that for a few moments he couldn’t lift his head up. She looked down at him and smiled...in her own way, proud of what she had done, how she had exhausted him. Much in the same way as when he made her cum hard, taking great pleasure in the pleasure given. He was still inside her, and she couldn’t help but grin as she watched him shiver a little as she periodically squeezed his cock with her pussy, keeping him hard for just a little longer until he finally went limp.

This time, without prelude, she greedily lick their combined juices off his cock and again sucked him dry, this time taking a long moment to savor the sweet, slightly salty taste of his cum before she swallowed. She then lay next to him and kissed him passionately, and he tasted them both on her lips.

“MMMM...we do taste good, don’t we?” he murmured.

“Yes, we do. And...thank you....”

“Thanking me, luv? I should be thanking YOU. I think you cleared my sinuses for the next three allergy seasons!!”

She laughed, recognizing the Woody Allen movie reference. “Seriously, sweetheart. Thank you.”

“For?”

“For being sweet, for spoiling me. For letting me be me and spoil you back.”

“Spoiling you is its own reward, luv.”

“You’re just saying that because you think I’m a really good fuck.” She laughed as she teased him.

“You Are a really good fuck. Or rather, to be a bit less objectifying, really good at fucking. Tis true--”

“Only if the man deserves it--”

“You are too kind. But, I just like spoiling you, know and then. Just to let you know you are appreciated. Not just as a lover, a friend...but as a person.”

“Well,’ she said as she smiled. “I appreciate you, too.” She curled up against him, and put her head on his chest. He then put his arm around her and kissed her forehead, and gently stroked her hair until she fell asleep.

A couple of hours later, they awoke. They snuggled for a little while, then he kissed her forehead and nudged her to get up.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m a bit hungry. I think we need a real bite to eat.”

“Why don’t you shower while I make something,” she replied. “We could both...use a little wash-up.” She smiled at him.

“I have a better idea. Why don’t we shower together?”

“I need to do my hair regimen today, it would take too long....”

“Nonsense. Showering together is fun, and I’d love to help. I like to spoil you now and then, remember?”

She looked at him with more than a little adoration in her eyes. “OK, then. Let’s!!”

She got out an extra towel for him, and washcloth. The water ran warm quickly, and her shower did, indeed have plenty of room for two. They soaped each other, washed each other’s backs, and played with and teased each other. He took great pleasure is soaping her front as well as her back, his hands lingering on her tits and pussy as he did so from behind, while kissing her neck. She, in turn, took great pleasure in teasing his cock to half hard while she washed it, then bent down to take him in her mouth after she rinsed him off....a wordless promise of pleasures yet to come. And he helped her with her hair...first, shampoo, then conditioner, massaging her scalp all the while. Finally, they finished and helped each other dry off, and he help her with the last part of the routine, massaging rose oil into her hair, then carefully combing it with a wide pick so it wouldn’t tangle. She was surprised at how well he managed with helping her, and felt very pampered and spoiled indeed.

She found a couple of robes for them, and they made a quick lunch...nothing fancy, just sandwiches as they were both very hungry by then. As he finished his, standing at the kitchen counter, she quietly walked up behind him and untied his robe. He felt her kiss his neck as her hands slowly reached down, one massaging his cock while the other lightly stroked his balls. Then she nibbled on his ear, and whispered all of the sweet, naughty things she was going to do to him. And then proceeded to do them all, and once again, spoiled him right back.

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