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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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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.

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Today Is Your Day......

Such a sensuous moment….sweet kisses as you slowly ride my cock. Your warm, soft tits pressed against my chest, punctuated by your hard nipples. Our bodies moving together in sensuous rhythm, rocking back and forth, aching to please each other, and be pleased at the same time. Our hips meeting together, over and over.

I love how this feels, our bodies so intimately working together as one. Your lovely pussy, so hot, wet, and tight, aching to cum and aching to be filled. My hard cock, enjoying every slow rise and fall, aching to feel your pussy get so hot and tight when you cum, a feeling almost as intense as my own orgasm…and aching to shoot my load deep inside you at the same time.

I love fucking you in any position, I love playing with your pussy and teasing you, devouring you, and how you love to play with my cock and devour me in return.

But some days…some days, I need this as much as you. I need you to express yourself fully, just as much as you need to take your turn and be the sensuous, sexy, hungry Vixen you are. Because nothing to me says “I want you” to me more than this.

I feel my body getting so close, aching, my cum loading. I start to mumble as I growl and moan…

“Fuck me, baby….fuck me…Ride me ride me ride me fuck I need to cum fuck me….” The words cum out in a whispered rush.

You straighten up, then look down on me and brace yourself against the headboard as you ride me hard and fast…looking down on me, a sweet but devilish grin on your face, tightening your pussy on each upstroke, your beautiful tits bouncing. Soon, I can’t hold back and shoot my load, crying out your name, my body trembling as my back arches and my hips lift you off the bed, pumping my cum deep inside you over and over….

You slow down your rhythm and look me in the eye as you slowly continue to ride me, tightening your pussy again to keep me hard, savoring the sensation of fucking my hard cock as you lazily bring yourself to your own orgasm, and sending shivers up my spine at the same time. Fuck, this feels so good…and my cock is a bit sensitive after cumming so hard. I watch your face as you cum, tightening on my cock as your hips tremble and you twist your hips, as if you are making one last go of squeezing cum out of my cock at the same time. Another shiver goes up my spine, my body trembles again, and I wonder, for a moment, if you are going to make me shoot my load a second time…

Such a look of satisfaction you have, knowing exactly what effect you have created. And so sweet, knowing that it is a look that you reserve just for this type of moment, just for me….

You lay down beside me, and we cuddle…kissing, caressing, groping each other. You toying with my cock as I playfully suck your nipples and finger your pussy.

Next weekend…next weekend, we planned ahead for one of your…our…favorite scenes. The one where I tie you up on the bed, spread-eagle, face down, and edge you with the vibrator before I fuck you, and keep you guessing as to when you get my hard cock, your favorite dildo, or…??

But today…today is your day. Your spontaneously chosen day. A day when you have to unleash your sweet, sensuous, sexy, naughty inner Vixen. And I can’t say how much I love these days.

I overheard you once talking to your bestie about how you loved doing this, how much it empowers you, makes you feel you have your share of control. How it makes you feel like an equal partner, and not subservient…a role pushed upon you by past lovers.

Well, my sweet, I know that some men think if their lady should take her turn, unless it was under some sort of carefully controlled circumstances, it would make them less masculine. How can it make one less masculine, knowing that your lady wants…needs…craves to fuck you into the mattress once in a while, mercilessly devour your cock, feels safe enough with you to completely express herself sexually…express herself FOR YOU? How can it be anything less than reassuring that your lady WANTS you, physically, and leaves you no doubt?

How could it possibly be less than masculine to create an environment where she feels safe enough to be herself and express herself fully, without reservation?

After having let my thoughts wander, I bring my attention back to you…lovely, naked, sensuous hungry, lustful you. I pull you close again, so I can kiss you and feel the comfort of those soft, warm tits against my chest.

I whisper to you as we kiss….

“Fuck me again, Baby. I can take a couple days off. Fuck me until I can’t cum anymore and I have to sleep for two days.”

I feel your hand reach down and slowly, skilfully stroke my cock back to life. “So you think I’m good?” you playfully ask.

“You’re amazing and you know it! You saucy wench! I know you, luv. Take your day, I’m all yours.”

“I know. And I already cleared your schedule.” Again, that wicked grin you reserve just for me. I can’t help but love how we know each other so well.

I watch you pull the covers back, and our eyes lock as you slowly lower yourself, impaling yourself on my now hard cock. I feel your hot wet, tight pussy envelop me as my I disappear inside you. Fuck, you feel so good. It amazes my how your pussy gets so wet so quickly when you want to ride me.

This second time, you take things a bit slower, more kissing, more caressing….riding me just fast enough to keep my cock hard, a slow, hypnotizing rhythm that somehow merges us together as on, until neither of us can tell where one ends and the other begins. So intertwined in body and spirit that when we feel the slow build-up, until it overtakes us both and leaves us shaking in trembling in pleasure, I feel your orgasm, too, as if it were my own, and you feel mine the same way.

I feel you resting on top of me, keeping my cock inside you until it goes limp and slips out. Wordlessly we cuddle and fall asleep for a short while, until we wake up, and wordlessly, you stroke my cock back to life, and ride me again…and then later, again….enough times that I lose track, events become a blur of sensuous pleasure, until, indeed, my cock is too exhausted to get hard without a long rest. So instead, you ride my face that final time, and soak my beard with our combined fluids, the product of our day’s activities….and I am reminded of how good we taste together.

Indeed, you have fucked me into exhaustion, as promised. And two days’ sleep is barely enough. But life must be attended to, one can’t fuck all the time. And the daily toil of work and holding life together makes one appreciate a fuck marathon such as this one even more.

The weekend comes, but because of the need to rearrange a few things. Some business must be caught up, so we postpone our bedroom plans for another week. But then that day arrives…and out come the padded cuffs (with emergency release…safety first), the vibrator, the dildo, my hard cock, and your naked body tied up spread-eagle, face down on the bed. And today…today is my turn…..

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Sundays Are For Fucking.....

So warm, so soft her breast is under my hand. I look her in the eye as I caress her, play with her nipple......

She bites her lip and slowly closes her eyes, then unzips her top and guides my hand to her now bare breast, applying pressure to silently show that she wants...needs.....more.

I pull her close and kiss her passionately, then kiss my way down her neck, her shoulders, until I take her nipples in my mouth, one at a time. At first, lightly licking, teasing.....then sucking hard, consuming, devouring. I feel her running her hands through my hair, her voice making soft little moans as I growl in pleasure and hunger.

I slip one hand down between her legs and massage her pussy through her yoga pants....so hot she is. She spreads her legs for me to give me better access, and soon, I tug them down and start fingering her, playing with her clit, my other arm around her waist, steadying her.....

I slip two fingers inside her and start finger-fucking her.....again locking eyes with her, making her keep eye contact....owning, possessing her with my gaze, claiming her. She closes her eyes and leans against me, her hips moving in time with my fingers until I hear her cry out, her body stiffening, her back arching, her pussy so hot, so wet. I support her with my free arm as she trembles in pleasure, her knees going weak.

I long to taste her sweet pussy, to savor her sweet juices as I devour her but my cock is hard, aching and demanding. Without words I move us over towards the couch and bend her over the arm, and pull her yoga pants down further. She obligingly spreads her legs wide for me, displaying her glistening wet, dripping pussy, waiting to be taken. I unzip my jeans and drop my briefs and tease her sweet lips with the tip, then rub her swollen clit with it, until her legs are trembling. I hear her whimper as she quietly begs, just one word, over and over...."Please....please......please....." My hard cock is aching, dripping precum in anticipation.

I slip the tip inside her and thrust hard and deep, growling as she lets out a high pitched cry of surprise and pleasure. Fuck, she feels so good....so hot, so wet, so tight...so eager as she squirms and fucks me back. I bend over her and cup her breasts in my hands, kiss her neck as I thrust again....and again.....whispering in her ear what a good girl she is, so hot and wet for me, so tight. Whispering how good her pussy feels as I growl and thrust, her sweet moans louder with each thrust.

I feel my cum starting to load and start to slow down, but she pushes her hips back and slides back and forth on my cock, mumbling "Fuck me, fuck me...don't stop, fuck me..." I oblige and fuck her hard and deep, growling, almost yelling, so close to shooting my load. I hear her sweet voice cry out, her body tremble beneath me and I lose it and shoot my load, cumming with her, thrusting even harder and deeper as I pump my cum deep inside her, thrusting until my balls are empty, aching.....

I collapse on top of her, my legs barely working, breathing heavily in her ear.....whispering "Good Girl....my sweet, Good Girl" over and over as we both catch our breath. My exhausted cock goes limp and slips out. She giggles as she feels our combined juices run down her leg. Slowly, we stand up and then she kneels before me. With a look that is both devilish and adoring she skillfully licks and sucks my cock dry, sucking out and swallowing every last drop of my cum. I moan in pleasure as she spoils me with her mouth, the way she sucks my cock feels at least as good as when I cum in her pussy, even when she is just licking my cock clean after we fuck. Such a treasure, she is.

We kiss, and I tell her how good we taste on her sweet lips, then we undress each other, and take things to the bedroom so we can cuddle and rest, and then fuck some more.

Because that...that is what Sunday afternoons are for.

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Words Well Chosen....

“My tresses

over your body

soft as silk

velvet kisses.”

-N.R. Hart

As he read the text, a smile came to his face. When Sandy texted Jim, she loved to use poems, quote different poets. N.R. Hart was one of her favorites. These poems had become a bit of a code between them, often seeming innocuous, or merely mildly suggestive, to the observer. A leftover from when Jim and Sandy first dated in high school and both their parents monitored their texts...or tried to. As adults, married and still deeply in love, the poems often were a bit more racy, suggestive, combining eroticism with deep emotion. But it had evolved into their love language...their “thing.” Often code for evening plans after dinner and such, their way of teasing each other, keeping their hunger for each other alive. Sometimes...quite often...the “after dinner plans” spontaneously became the “just walked in the door, barely made it to the couch” plans. So frequently, in fact, that they kept a special blanket folded at the end of the couch for such occasions.

And tonight...tonight was quite likely to be one of those occasions. Sandy loved to be devoured, to be ravaged, to be worshipped with mouth and tongue and then fucked hard with her hands held above her head. Or bent over the couch, a chair, whatever, and be taken roughly, hungrily from behind. And she enjoyed sweet, gentle lovemaking...it all depended on her...well, their agreed-upon....mood.

But this poem...this poem was special. This poem was her way of telling him, in the sweetest of ways, that tonight was her turn. Her turn to take charge, and her turn to spoil him. Her turn to devour and take him, to sate her hunger for him. And his cock instantly grew hard in anticipation. For him, there was little more arousing than to be hungered after like this, after all of their years together. Both arousing, and reassuring. His mind raced, playing in his head the scene that would be waiting for him when he got home, the details he knew so well.

She would greet him at the door, naked. The sex blanket would be spread out on their wide leather couch, the back cushions off to make a little more room. And without a word, she would take off his coat, his jacket and throw them over a chair. Then she would unbutton his shirt and take off his belt, unzip his pants. His hard cock would spring out, then she would take it gently in her hands, massaging the shaft with one, stoking his balls with the other, while taking the head of his cock in her mouth and teasing the crown with her tongue. Maximum, two minutes to get to this point. All without a word, all while maintaining eye contact. Then, she would continue to tease...lick up one side of his cock, then down the other while massaging the shaft until the first drops of precum dripped out. She would greedily lick and swallow while making little noises of pleasure, savoring the taste of him, and then take him fully into her mouth and enthusiastically move up and down the shaft while her tongue worked its magic. Until he could no longer hold back, grabbed handfuls of her hair and fucked her sweet mouth until he shot his load and she greedily savored and swallowed every drop. He thought about how he would have to grab the back of a chair, his knees starting to buckle as she would hungrily suck every drop of cum from his cock.

He let out a low moan at the memory, then opened his eyes and remembered where he was, sitting by the window on the bus, on his commute home. No one noticed the noise he had made,...and he was so glad he had managed to resist the urge to rub his cock through his pants. But still, better to be a little more careful so as not to betray his thoughts....

He took to staring out the window for the rest of the ride home, as his mind raced, playing out the delights that were awaiting him. How, after that magnificent blowjob, she would lead him to the couch, make him lie down on his back. She would then cuddle him, kiss him passionately, while gently stroking his cock back to life with one hand until he was hard, and then mount him, impaling herself on him with that special look....impish, devilish, yet somehow sweet and loving. She would slowly roll her hips while she leaned over him...and then came those sweet, sweet velvet kisses, just like in the poem. Her long, black, tresses cascading over his chest, his body...almost as if that short poem was some sort of guide for her, for this part. Her hair, soft as silk, brushing against his shoulders, his chest, even his abdomen depending on how she shifted her body. How theses lovely kisses from her long tresses heightened the sensations she was very purposely creating, brushing, kissing his skin as she rolled her hips...her hot, tight pussy teasing, massaging his hard cock until his hips trembled and started to involuntarily thrust upward. And then she would put her hands on his shoulders and thoroughly enjoy the play of expressions on his face as he realized he could not hold back. Watch him struggle, her expression positively devilish as she kept rolling her hips as he shot his load....getting exactly what she wanted, watching his body tremble and shake. Feeling his hard cock throb inside her as he shot his load, pumping until his balls were empty while he swore and moaned, his hands desperately grabbing the sex blanket underneath them. Her lovely silken tresses still brushing his skin, giving him soft, velvet kisses all the while. He paused to wipe the fog off of the window next to him, as during his reverie, his breath had fogged the window. He noticed that he was about 5 minutes away from his stop. Time enough, he thought, to finish the scene in his head....the pleasures his imagination knew were waiting for him.... He knew, after she made him cum, then she would get her own, so to speak. She would start riding him while squeezing his cock hard with her pussy, keeping his cock hard while she also reached down with one hand to play with her clit. Usually, she was so aroused by the sensuous torture she had just delivered that she would cum in 15 seconds or less...and cum hard, she would brace herself with both hands on his shoulders when it hit her, moaning, screaming his name while she rode him wildly, her head pitching back and forth, her hair now kissing not just his chest and shoulders, but his face. Oh, and her pussy. Her sweet, sweet pussy clenching over and over on his cock, so hot, so wet, so tight...a sensation so intense it was often nearly equal to his own orgasm and made his body tremble almost as much. And then she would once again look long into his eyes, again a wicked look, but also loving, and having exhausted him for the moment, proud of her work. And then she would curl up against his chest, and let him rest, knowing how she had tired him, and how he needed to rest before she began her sweet torture again. And as he would drift off, he would feel the comfort of her long, silken tresses kissing his bare chest. She was the Epitome of the Heinlen quote, dignified as needed in public, but in private, doing her whorish best when the clothes came off. But only for hiim. Be damned if that poem...and that Heinlen quote...weren’t both written with her in mind.

He pulled the cord for his stop, almost missed it, and got off the bus. He cursed quietly as he noticed grime on his hand...from the window or the bus seat, not sure which. Labor shortage was making things difficult for everyone. He wondered what would happen if the municipal bus line started to pay a decent wage for their cleaning staff, as it had worked well for other businesses. Well, he mused, not his job to figure that one out...not today. Jim entered the apartment and there Sandy was, naked, waiting, as expected. He put his briefcase, coat and jacket on the chair as usual, but then held his hands back as she kissed him. “Sorry, my love, the busses were a bit dirty tonight.”

Impatient, but understanding, she nodded and he went through the bedroom to the master bath. He rolled up his sleeves a little and washed his hands throughly for a full minute to get rid of the bus grime. He had just finished rinsing his hands and was turning off the faucet when he felt her hug him from behind. She whispered in his ear as she unzipped his pants “Dry your hands quickly, Baby. This horny little girl is feeling VERY naughty tonight.” He shivered a little as he felt her play with his cock, using her thumb to gently rub circles around the head of the crown. She knew how to make shivers run up and down his spine whenever she wanted.

He glanced up at the mirror and saw the reflection of their king-sized bed. While he washed his hands she had spread out the sex blanket on it and had lined up a few toys along one side. His cock was now so hard the skin was stretched thin, and had a smooth, shiny look to it, like it used to back in his 20’s. Damn, he thought. This sweet little minx can still do that to me after so many years. She is full of surprises.... And surprise him she did, delightfully so. Being the smart man that he was, the next evening he carefully selected a few toys to experiment with, taking his turn. She was immensely pleased with how he returned the favor.

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More Than Friends....

He made a breakfast pastry for her.

“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.”

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

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.

“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.”

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!!”

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A Beautiful Moment...

So sweet, the sounds you make. So beautiful your expression, when you are lost in pleasure. So intimate, the rhythm of our hips moving together, the soft noises of my cock thrusting deep inside you. Soon, kitten, soon, your body will shake, will tremble in pleasure. I can feel it from the way your sweet pussy is growing hotter, tighter. And soon after that I will be cumming, shooting my load deep inside you. So difficult to even try to hold back when you are crying out in blissful euphoria, you body trembling, your lovely pussy quivering and clenching over and over. I will be growling...yelling...your name, as I so intimately give of myself to you, from my body to yours, as my own body quakes in pleasure in return.

But how I wish I could make this moment last forever. Simply exist with you in this moment in time, this sweet moment of intimacy with you, the existence of all else outside of this room suspended.

Soon, so very soon, we will be giving each other a heart-stopping, breathtaking instant of intense pleasure that also suspends time in its own way. But this, this that leads up to it....such a lovely journey we share to our destination.

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More Than Friends....

He made a breakfast pastry for her.

“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.”

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

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.

“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.”

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!!”

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Pretty enough for you?

“So, what do you think? Am I pretty enough for you?” Those were her first words to him after they sat down at their booth. Her voice was teasing, taunting, as was her body language as she leaned over the table. She was braless tonight, wearing a daring low-cut top that subtly displayed the upper edges of her areolas when she tilted her body forward just right, as she was at this moment. She had this way of talking, implying...one could not be completely sure if she was fishing for compliments or daring you to say something that she could use to tease you with about being sexist and shallow.

Such a silly question, he thought to himself. A woman so confident, so sensuous, and so daring pretending concern about being “pretty enough.” So erotic, he thought, the way she teased him with her posture, her knowing smile, her words. His breath quickened as he thought of how his eager hands and mouth longed to explore her body, how his hard cock ached for the ministrations of her skilled hands and mouth. How he ached at the thought of her sweet moans caressing his ears as he fucked her hot, tight pussy.

Well, he thought to himself. If she wants to play, then let’s play.

He leaned over the table to meet her, he face inches from hers, wearing a smirk. He locked eyes with her and delivered his next words in a low voice, meant for her ears only. “Oh, yes, you are certainly pretty enough for me. Pretty enough, and more.

But your breasts would be even prettier with my hands and mouth on them. Your lips even more sensuous if they were wrapped around my hard cock. Your sweet pussy even more delightful when examined closely with my fingers and my tongue and explored with my hard cock. Your pretty voice would be even prettier when you whimper and moan as you cum to to my fingers fucking your lovely pussy as my tongue teases your pink, swollen clit. Prettier even still as you cum again to my cock fucking you hard and deep, before you can even catch your breath from the first time. Your body even more beautiful as you tremble in pleasure when I shoot my hot load deep inside you.

Does that answer your question?”

He moved in close with his last words, as if he was going to kiss her, and then teasingly started to back away.

She looked at him with such intensity, he wasn’t sure if she wanted to slap him or fuck him. And for a brief instant, she wasn’t sure herself...until she grabbed the back of his head with one hand and pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss. She used her other hand to place his on her breast, encouraging him to gently squeeze and play with it as they kissed.

Their waitress discretely cleared her throat as she walked up to the table. They slowly separated, but she kept her eyes on his, hungry, but for more of him, not food. And not in the least embarrassed by their display.

“Are you ready to order, or should I come back in a moment?”

“I think we’ve decided to cut it a bit short here tonight. I have enough odd and ends at home for a decent charcuterie, but if you could bring me a bottle of Pinot Noir and a bottle of Cabernet for us to take with, that would be splendid.” His companion nodded in agreement.

They held hands across the table until the waitress returned with the wine. He gave her his credit card and she quickly ran it and brought it back. He signed the bill in front of her and left her a generous tip.

When they walked out of the restaurant, they found tat they had parked next to each other. He gave her his address, in case they got separated, and they briefly embraced, hands wandering during a passionate kiss before departing. Minutes later, she was pulling up right behind him in his driveway. She walked up to him and kissed him again. Without breaking eye contact, she pressed something into his hand that felt like some kind of cloth.

“Why don’t you hang on to these for me a bit? I won’t be needing them for the rest of the weekend.”

He glanced down....it was her panties...red lace, delicate, and neatly folded.

True to her word, she stayed with him in his house, not needing them or the rest or her clothing, for the rest of the weekend. Nor did he have any need of his clothes...except for an apron when cooking breakfast. But being the gentleman he was, he offered her one of his shirts for those few moments not spent between the sheets of his double-king bed, and a robe for after showers.

And so went their first date. Their first, but definitely not their last.....

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2AM Texts (fueled by vodka, saudade, and perhaps a bit of foolishness)

Thinking of you tonight.....

Thinking of laying next to you, naked, in bed. Thinking of kissing you passionately. Kissing down your neck, your shoulders, passionately devouring your nipples.

Thinking of taking my time to enjoy you, enjoy how your body reacts to my tongue and my touch as I work my way downward. Thinking of you spreading your legs wide in anticipation as I get near your hot, dripping-wet pussy.

Thinking of the sweet moans and cries you make as I mercilessly finger-fuck and devour you, your body trembling, your hips rising and falling as your legs shake until you gently try to push my head away. Thinking of you laying there, breathing heavily, sweetly whimpering as your body slowly starts to calm.....

Thinking of how hard my cock is, aching for you....a deep hunger demanding to be sated. Thinking of moving on top of you, looking into your eyes as I tease your wet lips with the head of my cock. Thinking of how you nod your head in assent, and how I we both moan in pleasure as I slip my cock inside you...so hot, so wet, so tight. Thinking of how I whisper to you how good your beautiful pussy feels....

Thinking of fucking you slowly, to enjoy being inside you for as long as possible, as we continue to look in each other’s eyes while you wrap your legs around my back and pull me closer with your arms....

Thinking of how your pussy is even hotter and tighter as you get close to cumming again. Thinking of how my breath quickens and my heart races even more as cries of pleasure escape your lips and your body trembles beneath me....

Thinking of how the pressure builds, how sweat breaks out of my forehead as I struggle to hold back, your beautiful moans and cries fucking my mind and my soul as my cock continues to fuck your pussy.

Thinking of how you lock your legs and use them to pull me deep into you. Thinking of how this expression of hunger, of passion pushes me over the edge, how I cry out your name, my body shaking as I furiously pump my hot load deep inside you until my balls ache.

Thinking of how I fuck you hard and fast with short, rapid stokes to keep my cock hard while I push you over the edge and you cum again. Thinking of how beautiful your cries are as you turn your head to the side and bite your lip, your eyes closed, your hips pressing up against me. Thinking of how I keep thrusting for as long as I can because it feels so good to keep fucking you....your pussy so hot and tight as the muscles contract over and over, how sensitive my the head of my cock is after shooting my load (yes, it can be that way for men sometimes). Thinking of the pleasure you feel as this prolongs and intensifies your orgasm.

Thinking of collapsing on top of you, exhausted, my cock still inside you until it goes limp and slips out. Thinking of how I kiss your forehead, your neck, as our mutual heavy-breathing and trembling slows. Thinking of how I move to the side as we continue to recover. Thinking of how I put my face between your legs and affectionately kiss your pussy, your tummy...how you giggle when I kiss your belly button. How you make sweet little cries as I kiss and play with your nipples. Thinking of how you kiss back passionately as I reach your mouth.

Thinking of how we hold each other close as I pull up the covers with one hand. Thinking of how we fall asleep in a close embrace, your head on my shoulder.

Now awakening myself from my reverie, and chiding myself for mixing texting, daydreaming, and vodka. Returning to practical thoughts, and thinking of the paths our lives have taken, are taking. Thinking of how unlikely it is that we will ever be lovers again.

Nonetheless, now pondering how these thoughts of you...these thoughts of physically expressing a certain deep affection that you know I will always harbor...have at least, of themselves, brought pleasure and relief from the loneliness of the moment. And hoping, perhaps, that these words will bring a smile to your face, and at least to some degree do the same for you.

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There is no single "perfect" body, male or female.

If she's shorter than you, easier to kiss her forehead and play with her hair.

If she's taller than you, easier to stare at her tits without being obvious, and easier to playfully motorboat them.

Big tits, you can bury your face in them and lose yourself in them.

Small tits, easier to take most of them (one at a time😁) in your mouth and suck on and play with the nipple and/or aureole with your tongue.

Medium tits...best of both.😈

Slender and skinny, easier to do more acrobatic positions, like standing up and fucking her with her balanced on your upper thighs or something similar.

Soft and curvy and "plus-sized".... a better body type for letting loose and fucking her hard enough to shake the bed.

Differences in shapes/skin folds, etc. of a lady's pussy....such lovely differences to explore with your tongue.😈

I could keep going on and on....

Can't really say much about the lady's perspective on male bodies, I am sure someone here can if they wish.

The point is NOT to categorize women by body type, say what which is really good for, objectify women in that way....

The point is, there is no single perfect body for enjoying sex. It is really about enjoying each other in the moment. Enjoying the one in front of you...both of you, enjoying each other, in that moment, in the present. Enjoying pleasing and being pleased. Whether it is a one-night stand, a FWB, or a completely monogamous, 30+ year relationship. Enjoying each other for who you are.

Do not mourn or regret what you think you don’t have or cannot do, REVEL in the moment, in what you CAN do.

(And trust me, if you are together long-term, your bodies WILL change and you will have to adapt and change what you do...getting stuck on and moping about physical changes is very counterproductive and will cause you to miss out on way too much.)

Well, anyway, stepping down from my soapbox.

Enjoy your weekend.

Carry on!!

Don't forget, it's time for Daylight Savings lose-an-hour-of-sleep bullshit this Sunday.

Unless you live in Arizona. In which case, have a laugh at this video and carry on.

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Let Me Mark You

Let me mark you....

Let me gently draw designs of pleasure with my teeth on your neck, your breasts, your inner thighs...

Let me gently mark you with sweet little bites and nibbles that all can see when you wear your favorite blouse to work, your favorite sports bra when you exercise, your favorite bikini when you bathe in the sun....

Let me mark you, let me claim you this way so all who see are envious of how you are owned and how you have been thoroughly pleasured.....

You wear your ink beautifully, darling....but let me mark you with drawings on your lovely flesh that will bring you substantially more attention, admiration and covetous lusting from afar than these artful strokes and imprints in colorful pigments that you wear so exquisitely.....

Let me mark you.

And when these designs that I have created to decorate your sensuous form have faded, let me mark you....again.

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I wrote this for a friend a few days ago, and then realized there might be others needing to hear these words. My friend enthusiastically agreed. So here it is, post-morning coffee, spelling corrected, etc. Although this blog is compliant with Tumblr guidelines, it is intended for adults only. I publish original written erotica and reblog many adult-themed posts, sometimes with additions intended for adult eyes only. Please do not follow if you are not yet legally an adult, age 18+ or 21+ depending upon where you live.

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