Forbidden Muse

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Take Me

His body pressing me against the kitchen counter as he passionately kisses his way along my neck. I can feel his strong hands around my waist as I wrap my arms around his shoulders. Suddenly he turns me around, and kisses along my spine, I can feel the goose bumps as his tongue traces along. Slowly his hand dips from stomach and brushes across my pelvis. I can't help but grind my ass into him, feeling his excitement growing. Slowly he traces the top of my pants with his fingers, his touch is electric and tender. A touch that I have craved but not felt in a long while. Slowly he work his fingers underneath the elastic, searching for my button. My mind races as I anticipate his touch on my clit, knowing the explosive nerve impulses are about to unleash.

His nibbles on my neck, his fingers tracing down my panty line, his strong hand grasping my breast slowly pushes me closer to the edge. Feeling his pelvis grinding into my ass, knowing that I am his to please. Feeling his finger slipp deep inside me I let out a sharp moan. I WANT him to take me, to explore every bit of my body.

As I remove my shirt, I can feel his hands removing my pants, the though of being naked in the kitchen makes my pussy even wetter. Knowing at anytime someone could stumble into the kitchen for a midnight snack. Gently he deposits me onto the counter, the granite instantly develops more goose bumps. His beard tickles my inner thighs as he kisses his way along, knowing soon his mouth will be sucking and licking my pussy. His mouth devours me with an eagerness that my husband no longer shows. I know it is wrong, but I have fantasized about this moment for so long there is not turning back. His whiskers tickling my skin as his tongue continues its relentless assault.

I can't believe I am eating her pussy, looking across her body as her body writhes in pleasure, seeing her heaving breasts, knowing I am fulfilling all me desires. Knowing her husband is asleep in the other room while I eat his wife's pussy, knowing tomorrow the whole family will fill the kitchen arouses me even more. My hands likely clasped around her throat as my tongue flicks at her clit, her hands pulling my head down tighter. Working her to the explosive climax her body desires, her body needs. Making her feel the primal desire I possess.

Feeling her muscles spasm, her body ebbing closer and closer to climax. I can't help but stroke my cock, getting it ready for her, knowing I am about to slide inside of her.

My body is completely over stimulated, my muscles twitching in anticipation, his mouth expertly working my pussy. Suddenly he stops, a momentary pause, which allows me to gasp for air, enjoying the rush, feeling his hands clasping my breasts, anticipating his next move, feeling his cock slip into my pussy. The sensation of being filled is all that it took, my pussy squeezing his cock, hearing him groan with pleasure. Want him, needing him, desiring him.

As I watch her wriggling around on the counter, my cock deep inside her, the whole moment seems so surreal. Her breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Feeling her orgasm fading, I slowly start thrusting l, enjoying the wetness, the heat, the moment. Knowing I am finally taking what I have desired, knowing we will always share this moment, knowing this might be my only chance to fuck her. The gentle thrusting crescendos into a more passionate rhythm. Her eyes begging me to keep going, feeling her hands pulling at my hips, the rhythmic smacking sound of our bodies.

All I can think is, don't stop, fuck me harder, harder, fuck me like the naughty woman that I am. His animalistic desire is evident in his eyes and I want him to fuck my brains out, encouraging him to thrust deeper. It is all that I can do to pull my body upright as I wrap my arms around his neck. Moaning into his ear to finish me, to fulfill me desire. Lifting me from the counter and slamming my back into the wall causes me to squeal with pleasure, his thrusts are deeper than ever.

I can feel my balls tightening, knowing I am about to fill her pie with baby batter. Thrust after thrust I can feel my cock driving deep inside of her as I fuck her against the kitchen wall. My balls explode deep inside of her as she bites my neck, my cock pulsating as it pumps her full. Kissing her passionately as we marinate in the after glow, the kitchen smelling of apple pie and sex. The stove timers busses as we giggle about perfect timing.

As our pie cools, we clean up the kitchen hoping that no one else will know of out late night adventure. Longing for round two we head off to our bedroom and our sleeping spouses.

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Seducing Pieman

One thing that I can count on is getting my husband to fall asleep after sucking him dry, leaving me free to enjoy some Me time. As I slip out of the bedroom I can hear the distance sound of someone working in the kitchen, hopefully I hadn't spent too much time getting the husband to sleep. When I entered the kitchen he has his back to me, which gave me the chance to sneak up behind him and whisper in his ear, startlingly him just a little.

I have always wished my husband would help out more in the kitchen, there is just something sexy about watching a man cook. As I sat at the kitchen island watching him measure and mix ingredients for pie crust, I could feel a desire deep inside me come alive. I knew I would need a little liquid courage if I was going to act on my desire, just a little help reducing my inhibition and responsibility. While balancing on the chair trying to reach a bottle of vodka, I feel the chair wobble and almost instantly two strong hands clamp around my waist. My heart was pounding in my chest, was it the near fall off the chair or his touch around my waist? Not wanting him to let go, I ask him if he wants anything to drink. We both laugh at the floury hand prints he left behind, but the handprints left behind are more than just flour on my clothes.

Watching his strong but gentle hands roll out the pie crust makes me wish I was the pastry dough, to feel his hands caressing my body. I find myself taking every opportunity to be in his way, for his hands to touch me, for my body to bump up against his, longing for a more intimate touch. Knowing the game of seduction that I am orchestrating is a dangerous one but the desire to be with him overcomes my fear of getting caught. Knowing each time his hands brush across my back they leave a trace of flour.

As we finish creating the last pie and slip it into the oven to bake, I know how I plan to kill the time. Whispering in his ear that he needs to sample the pie we have made, pressing my tits into his back as I ever so gentle lick his neck. Knowing I have gone beyond the point of simple flirtation and crossed the line where desire rules. Feeling his hand reach back and caress my inner thigh. Feeling the nerve impulses overpowering my senses as he rubs across my pussy. My stomach muscles twitching as his hand clears my yoga pants and continues onto my stomach. Moaning ever so slightly in his ear, encouraging him to continue his caress. Wanting him to take me right there in the kitchen. Ever so gently his fingers slide inside my pants and work there way across my body. A feeling that my body has not experienced in while, feeling his fingers tease and caress me in a manner I have often fantasized about. His fingers following the same script my own fingers have used on many a lonely night.

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Pie Day

As has become the yearly tradition, I found myself alone in the kitchen after everyone has gone onto bed preparing various dessert pies for the Family Thanksgiving Dinner. The house was so calm and quiet with all the kids and parents snuggled into their beds, I didn't mind the silence as I measured out the ingredients for another pie crust. You made me jump when you snuck up behind me and whispered into my ear, completely catching me off guard as I thought everyone had drifted off to dreamland. At first you used the excuse you couldn't sleep, but I knew the reason you found me in the kitchen was to see if you could steal away my collection of secret recipes. It wasn't a family challenge to see which one of us could bake the pie that was devoured first.

There was the usual banter, but their was an unusual tension in the air as well, an backwardness that I hadn't felt before between us. It didn't take long before you were standing on a chair to access the liquor cupboard and asking what I wanted to drink, my reply was no surprise as Whiskey is always the answer. Watching you precariously balance on top of the chair, as you reached for the bottle of bourbon, my hands instantly reaches out to steady you. I can feel your muscles twitching under my touch, my hands wanting to explore your body. We laugh as you crawl down off the chair and we notice the floury hand prints I have left on your clothes. Jokingly I say we should get you cleaned up before anyone sees the handprints and get the wrong idea.

I try to focus as we put together the pies and one by one put them in the oven to bake. Working the pastry dough and wondering if anyone would know if I used your ass the flatten out the pie crust. I find myself taking every available opportunity to touch your back as we move around the kitchen, wanting to pick you up and plant you on the counter top while exploring your neck with my mouth. Eventually the last pie is finished and place in the over to bake.

Much to my surprise when I close the oven door I can feel your hot breath on my neck, your body pressed against mine as your whisper in my ear. Knowing at that moment my fantasy was about to come true. As my hand finds your thigh and slides upwards I can feel the heat of desire radiating through your pants. My palm finds your stomach and instantly my fingers start tracing the waist band of your pants. I feel you exhale and let put a gentle moan, knowing that you too desire my touch, my caress.

Working my fingers underneath the elastic, i slowly easy my hand into your pants, feeling your smooth skin develop goose bumps. Feeling your arms wrap around me, slowly melting into your arms, feeling you caressing my neck with your mouth as my fingers work their way along your skin. Feeling your wetness, your desire, your passion as my fingertips caress your clit. Slipping my fingers deep inside you, listening to your soft moans of pleasure as I tease you.

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Cuddle Season

The best part of cool fall evenings is having my way with you in front of a raging fire... How should I have you?

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Dirty Dishes

Sliding my hands around your waist as my lips nuzzle the back of your neck, feeling your body relax and slowly melt into my arms. As I pulled you closer, I slowly nibble my way up your spine until your hair tickles my nostrils, breathing in your wonderful fragrance. Your aroma is so intoxicating and with the ever subtle fragrance of mangos. Pressing my body against yours, kissing your neck, feeling your muscles quivering in my hands, whispering in your ear my desire to have you on the kitchen counter. You push back against me, grinding your ass against me, the not so subtle hint that you miss our kitchen encounters. My hands slowly raise your sundress, my palms feeling your soft skin as they move along your curves. Teasing you, having you, caressing you in anticipation of bending you over the counter.

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Lunch Pail

Wheat stalks gently brushed into the combine header as it creeps across the field, slowly bringing in the spoils of Mother Nature. The mind can only fill a few hours of watching wheat stalks being combed by the header before it starts to wander and ponder other things in life. It was another warm day and the combine was chewing through the acres but not fast enough to stave off boredom. My stomach reminding me that eating helps to pass the time, so I reached into my lunch pail for a sandwich. One bite of the sandwich and there was mayo and mustard dripping down my chin, I felt myself getting irritated as I reached for a napkin. My hand searching for the familiar texture of the paper napkin, trying to not get distracted from running the combine as I didn't want to be the one that caused a break down. My fingers brushed something soft but rough, but it didn't quite feel like a napkin. As my hand came into view I knew instantly what I had found, my heart skipped a beat, my face blushed and the mind starting racing.

This was no ordinary napkin as most napkins are white and papery, this was black and lacy. Dropping the contents of my hand in my lap, so I could continue my search through the lunch pail I wondered, did I get the wrong lunch pail? After cleaning up and finishing up my sandwich, my mind was instantly reminded of my find. As my fingers explored the material, I knew I was not mistaken and these were no doubt a pair of lace panties, but whose? Was it one of the guys playing a joke on me? Were they from someone in the farm kitchen? Were they even meant for me?

Someone was obviously having a little fun and that was not lost as my mind raced through the possibilities of who might have loaded the lunch pail. Time seemed to pass quickly now that my mind was engaged trying to solve a puzzle and before long we were moving fields.

As extra hands arrived for the field move, I noticed your inquisitive expression as you looked at me. Could it have been you? There was no time for solving mysteries as there was work to be done. Just a quickly as everyone arrived to help, they all disappeared once the combine was back to combing wheat stalks. As I was unloading the first pass into the grain cart, I noticed you were back. As the golden kernels slowly cascaded into the hopper, I saw you walking over to the combine and starting climbing up the ladder. My mind instantly tried to remember where I stashed the lunch pail surprise, not wanting them to be on display.

You sat down in the buddy seat just as the last of the grain spilled into the grain cart. You surveyed the remaining contents as you refilled my lunch pail with some snacks and a few drinks. Ever so innocently you asked, "Did you have enough napkins?" I could feel my ears heating up, my chest tightening and my pulse racing... "Not really, I could have used another pair." Your adorable giggle and squirming in your seat was the telltale sign I needed. Knowing the next few weeks would be busy, but those few moments we would spend alone would be forever etched in my mind. Enjoying the sound of the engine, the rumble of the concave, the smell of you and the sound of your voice as we slowly creeped across the field. Imagining what it would be like to hold you in my arms, to nuzzle your neck, to kiss your smooth fragrant skin, to be completely lost in a moment of passion with you. Longing to be tangled in your legs. Desiring to drink in your nakedness in the moonlight. The sunset had never been so beautiful as that evening as you whispered in my ear all the things you desired I do to you...

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Swagger

The way your sundress dances as you walk is extremely hypnotic and I place the blame completely on you as I know you caught me staring at your toned ass based upon the cheesy grin. You always take my breath away and steer my thoughts to our forbidden trysts every time I see you. It doesn't matter if it is your beautiful friendly smile, the swaying of your dress, the seemingly innocent touch or the blatant flirtatious display, you absolutely get to me.

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Even Folgers does not provided the wake up power of a good round of exhilarating shower fun

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Early Morning Visitor

Finally sleep arrived as the cool summer morning air slowly drifted through the windows, providing the refreshing breeze a decent sleep required. Would there be enough time to get the rest my body needs? Nudged awake with just enough color in the sky to see your silhouette as you gently nestle in beside me, I knew sleep would be in short supply. My nostrils inhaled that familiar smell of your skin, my fingers touched the smoothness of your back, your hand sliding across my chest as you settled in next to me. My brain struggling between the restful slumber it needed and the desire to ravish your body. Your hair tickled my face as you whispered into my ear, "I don't have much time as I am supposed to be on my morning run."

Even in my groggy sleep deprived state my brain knew my desire for you was stronger than the need for sleep. Wrapping you in my arms, holding you close while I slowly start kissing your neck. Mapping your familiar curves with my hands while my mouth continues to caress a path along your collar bone. The temperature of the room became insignificant as our passion crescendos.

Peeling your running clothes off your body so I can enjoy every curve, every fold, every dimple of your body. Guiding you to the apex we have shared before, to the place my mind always wanders to when it is bored, to the point where I can no longer resist the urge to take you. Not thinking about the repercussions of getting caught. Not worrying about the awkward moments that will come. Not a care in the world but feeding our sexual needs.

Watching the light dance across your naked body, the color and intensity changing with every minute of the sunrise. Our bodies entwined, our gazes interlocked, our skin perspiring, our primal need taking control. Speeding towards climax while simultaneously savoring every caress, every nibble, every thrust. Crumbling together into a quivering gasping heap. Running my fingertips over your goosebumps, marinating in the moment, desiring for these early morning suprises to never end.

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Summer

My favorite time of year has arrived, summertime. I do not like the heat, but I love what the heat brings with it. There is nothing quite as hypnotic as the sway of the hips, especially when wearing boots. What gets better than that, is that sundress, gently swaying and blowing in the breeze. Watching that dress dance with every step, makes it very difficult to focus on anything. The mind goes blank, the eyes fixate, the world goes silent and for a few short seconds there is nothing else in the whole wide world. The simple rhythmic swish, oh how I will miss you when the winter parkas arrive.

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Surprise Gift

After I finished downloading the vacation videos off of my video camera and was sorting through them for later editing, I was surprised to find an extra special video. As i watched the video I couldn't help but wonder if you knew whose camera it was and if you knew you had started it recording. It didn't take me long before you explained your intentions on video and I knew full well that this wasn't an accidental recording. Not knowing how or when you borrowed my camera nor for how long.

I watched as you placed the video camera strategically on the counter to make sure it would record everything you were about to do. I felt my pulse race in anticipation, wondering if you were really going to go through with your promise. Hoping the video wasn't going to be cut short by a full memory card or a dead battery. Knowing what I was about to view was going to make the rest of the family vacation a little awkward.

As I watched you slowly removing layers of clothes, swaying ever so gently as you performed the most amazing strip tease for the camera I knew there was no doubt you intended to show me your fantasy. Seeing your beautiful body reveal itself with each passing moment I became mesmerised with every curve, every dimple, every aspect of your beauty. Gazing upon your nakedness, preserved forever on my camera, I couldn't help but desire to be in that room with you. To be able to trace your contours with my fingers, to breath in your fragrance, to gently kiss your silky smooth skin.

My heart skipped a beat as your delicate hand picked up the camera to give a closer view of your fantasy. I could feel my passion growing as your hand slowly caressed your body. The stunning quality of the video seems so surreal and tricked my mind into fabricating the fragrance and heat off your body. Transporting me to another time and place, overloading my senses with pure passion. Slowly, deliberately, seductively, rhythmically you worked yourself up. Capturing every intimate and inviting detail for me. My mind filling my senses with all the details the video didn't capture. Viewing your body writhing in pleasure, ebbing closer and closer to the apex of passion, nerves tingling as they fired off signals to every muscle in your body. Witnessing what, up until now, had only been a lonely fantasy of mine as your reached a mind numbing orgasm. Seeing your glistening skin as the muscle spasms overloaded your brain.

As I continued to look at my computer screen, complete disbelieve as to what I just watched, I pondered how was I ever going to keep from blushing at breakfast when I saw you sitting there with your husband and family. Now, more than ever, I knew that those moments we had shared were not as innocent as they could be perceived to be.

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Post Run Strip Tease

You claimed you forgot I was there working on the ceiling fan when you returned from your afternoon run. I didn't mind the post run strip down as soon as you got in the door. I didn't mind seeing your post run stretching routine, seeing your toned legs stretched out in all the glory, seeing the curves of your toned body, seeing the post workout radiance While I didn't mind the subtle awkwardness of hearing you stammer apologies while I drank in your physical radiance and trying to not be creepy as my gaze refused to deviate from you. Oh how I desired to wrap you in my arms, to feel your muscles twitching underneath my finger tips, to be mesmerized by your breathing, to explore the remaining areas of mystery. I longed to take you right there against the kitchen counter. I desired to know the moans of your passion, to learn the depths of your desire and to share more than just the stolen pleasures of that moment.

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I enjoy helping out in the kitchen, especially when I get to enjoy the view. Stealing glimpses of your well toned ass and trying to not get caught pondering the desires and fantasy. The desire to hold you tight, the desire to take in your fragrance while gently kissing your neck, the desire to map the curves of your toned body with the palms of my hands, the fantasy of only the two of us occupying the house for an evening. You may never know the full depths of my ravenous desire, nor will I.