by Ella Hilton
We enjoyed each other's company; we had so much in common it was scary. Stephanie is the kind of woman that does not let her looks define who she is. Although, no one would blame her if she did. What is that line? "Make a blind man talk about seeing again." How many times did she point out her slightly uneven teeth? If not that, it was the ugly moles on her legs and belly. Had it not been for her direction, these things would have been lost to me. I was too distracted by those features that caught every other mans eye.
Stephanie with her rich caramel colored skin. She is a little taller than the average women; about five feet eight, if not more. She is a perfect match for me at five feet eleven inches. Her body is tone but not so muscular that she is hard to the touch. Her breasts seem too large for her frame. My first, I thought was that they weren't real. After my careful inspection, I have since changed my mind. All that not withstanding, her eyes are most impressive. They seem to have a voice that is independent of whatever she is saying to you. When she yells, they say I am mad at you, but we are going to work this out. When she is happy her eyes let you know there is not any place on earth she would rather be. When she is aroused, they seem to glow like one of the devils' kids in some bad horror movie. One look and you cannot pull yourself way. In short she is Fine.
I still remember the way she looked the day we met. When I think that I had not even planned to go the gym that day, it still makes me smile. She caught me staring at her rear. With all the hours I have spent in that place, you would think that I would remember the mirrors on the wall. I had to brace myself for the earful I thought I was going to get. Instead, she took pity on my obvious embarrassment, and smiled at me with those eyes. The months that followed had been great up until last week and tonight. Snap out of it Robert. You made your stand. Besides this was not the first time Stephanie had stormed out of the room or my house for that matter. I assumed that I knew Stephanie well enough to know that the phone would ring before I turned off the lights. "Fine," I heard myself saying to no one.
That is when the doorbell rang. I could not keep the "I told you so" smile from taking over my mouth. A quick check of the peephole validated my self-assurance. I opened the door. Stephanie was not smiling, which immediately removed the support for my grinning face. She moved passed me without a word and taking great care not to touch me. In the time it took me to lock the door, Stephanie had moved out of my sight. I moved through the room, putting things in their respective places and turning off lights. As I entered the bedroom, she was slipping off silk panties. My smile refreshed, I said, "what are you doing?" She answered in the same tone I had heard earlier. That should have been my first clue. "You don't want to make love to me?" Why was I stunned? Of course, I wanted her. She must have sensed by my hesitation, because she began to move towards me. "I asked you a question" The sound of her voice and her sweet breath, created that familiar stir.
She kept talking, as she unbuttoned my shirt and pants. Her words were hypnotic. "What's the matter, am I scaring you?" In some ways she was. I could see that glow in her eyes, my arousal was beginning taken hold. I had not noticed that she had backed me into the wall. Stephanie's perfectly filed nails caressed my nipples. She continued to speak in that alien tone, one or two words at a time. Relax. Do not move. My heart was already racing when her tongue made contact with my nipples. I sensed that she was not being affected at all. That should have been my second clue. It is was becoming difficult to breath. My daze cleared slightly when Stephanie led me to the bed. She sat on the edge and pulled me down to my knees. No talking now, her directions were very clear. Given my earlier oral presentation, I was determined to make this one far more satisfying. Her aroma fuelled my dazed condition. Two perfectly filed nails opened her lips to reveal my goal. I took great pains to avoid any contact with her clit as I began to feast on her sweet honey.
I focused on sucking her lips and licking the inside of her thighs. Going just deep enough inside her to get the juices flowing. I put my hand on her hips and Stephanie put one leg over my shoulder. I could feel her free hand encouraging me to pay more attentions to that one spot. I could see no reason to protest. Her body tensed at first contact, and she began to grind herself on my lips. Soon the grinding was replaced by a solid rhythm. I had to fight to hang on. I could feel those perfect nails digging into my back. I knew that she had broken the skin, but I did not care. She was close I could feel it. The familiar deep moans began to fill the room. Her release was coming hard and fast. My sweat began to burn in the fresh wounds on my back. Stephanie gripped the bed spread with both hands and held me in place with her legs. With my mouth positioned right over her clit. I licked and sucked as if this was the last bit of fluid I would ever receive. The first spasm lifted her off the bed. She supported herself on my shoulders and her own arms.
The second removed me from the hearing world momentarily. The third brought her hand to my head, to wipe away the sweat from my baldness. Ordinarily this is the point where I would take my strained erection and gently slid inside her. As I stood to do so, Stephanie quickly moved to her feet. Imagine my confusion when she began to gather her things once again. "What are you doing?"
"Come here." I must have sounded very desperate. "No, I am leaving and I will not be back."
"Why, I thought we were going to work this thing out." Translation, you just going to leave me like this. "There is nothing to work out Robert."
"You made yourself very clear earlier."
"You do not love me."
"Fine, is the word I believe you used."
"Let me tell you something. If you had used any other word at the moment, we would be on the bed right now."
"For some reason you seem to think, I have time to waste on you."
"Did you really thing that I would continue to let you make love to me, knowing that we did not share the same feelings for each other?"
"So why did you come back," I asked? She said, and I will never forget these words. "When I got to my car, I remembered I needed to buy batteries." With that, she bent over, affording me one final look at her body and scooped up her panties. Before I could speak, she was out the door. That moment for me is frozen in time. I was not freed from my paralysis until I heard the door slam.
Many days have past now, I think about picking up the phone. I am too afraid to hear the voice of another man. I still have trouble saying I love you. I have not allowed any relationship to get to that point. The truth may be that the one woman I did love is well beyond my grasp. "Fine," I sure hope I will be.
The End.
Lonely Night
Another day dragged on, walking to the dorms after class for another weekend of anime and internet, like I've been doing since I got to college.
Not that I mind, I am an anime-fanatic, but mostly my friends are in it for the fight scenes and porn, which I try to avoid, just makes me horny. My friends have a line when they can't get a date, it's "My hand is getting tired." Well mine has been for the past few years. One sexual experience I had was in high school and it wasn't very good we were too nervous to do much.
I think the main problem in high school is there really aren't as many willing people as everyone says are in school. I guess I'm just the unlucky one, but I have had girlfriends. I also have a friend who followed me to my college, she's great.
Hanna has always been here for me, she's about 5'4" not skinny but well rounded, with nice 36 C's that I've bumped into before. Also what's great is Hanna is a hugging and cuddling friend, but I usually have to turn away because I might accidentally stab her through my jeans. Hanna admitted to me she was bi a few years ago and also that she liked me, which is great for me. but she's been with Jessica since sophomore year back in high school. I stopped sleeping over when the moans and screams began.
Honestly it bothered me that she was Bi at first, but I didn't mind much after seeing them kiss, though excusing myself to the bathroom was a bitch.
My day was going alright, I got an
A on my test in creative writing, which is what I was majoring in so I felt good, but the weekend would be talking to Hanna and drinking a bit followed by a movie and some videogames.
Hanna came by with a new anime I had seen but I faked like I didn't so she'd feel better, she dropped in at about 5 in the afternoon.
"Hey Dylan, what are you up to?" she said, her brown hair bouncing lightly.
"Just scaring the younger crowd online with rumors about college and suggested readings, have you been doing you vile acts?" I asked.
"Other than getting laid nightly? No, oh me and Jesse split up, she finally met that guy she knew online and like him better." Hanna said.
"Shit, you alright?" I asked hoping she wouldn't cry, I hated seeing girls cry.
"Yeah I'm fine, I don't take things as badly as you do remember?" She said, mocking my break up a few years ago.
"I survived it quite nicely thank you." I said standing and giving her a hug but she held on too long and sadly the beast woke up.
"Ahh, so your as big as you use to say." Hanna remarked.
We sat and laughed popping in a movie, her commenting on my erection that wouldn't go down, I told her I might have to cut it off, she offered to help, which made me a little nervous though she was only joking.
"Well this is pretty good, you've corrupted me again." I said, hiding my bought copy of the movie under my bed. "What should we do after this?" I asked
"Well you know I am a little lonely, maybe cuddle a little?" She asked, I agreed, the movie played on, with swordfights, badly acted plot, more fighting, a few nice sexual scenes, and then a climactic point that was cliché'd and boring.
"Well anyway what do you want to drink?" She asked, holding up some wine and winking.
"you know I can't drink, I'm from a very Celtic family I'd never stop if I started." I said, it was true I'm mostly all Welsh, and I show it with light blue eyes and brown hair.
"Fine let me get drunk, but don't blame me if I try and sleep with you." Hanna said patting the beast as he woke again, taking the threat of cold showers to make him subside the first time.
She continued toying with me and I eventually got the idea, she was trying to get laid. I was more than shocked the first time I figured this, but more aroused than shocked so I ceased to care.
I took off my shirt because it was nearing summer and my window was open, sitting against the bed I took out my X-box and got out Dead or Alive 3.
"No you don't." Hanna said, "I'm not going to be beaten in that game."
"Well what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Strip... well what are we both good at?" She asked, making me impossibly horny.
"Well you're good at art, and I can write, that comes to, nothing. Maybe we should just strip?" I suggested sarcastically, she simply smiles and took of her shirt. I'm very partial to large breasts but she happened to have all the right curves in all the right places.
"You do know you're teasing me." I said, smiling at her.
"Yeah, but be a good boy and I'll reward you." She said sexily as she moved up and kissed me.
"I think I like this game." I said making her laugh, as she then said.
"Well I'm not the only one stripping."
"True, but we should get on the bed if we're going to be serious about this." I said kissing her and feeling her tongue sneak into my mouth. "Wait, are you a virgin?" I asked feeling dumb afterwards.
"Jesse showed you the strap-on remember?" Hanna said kissing around and sitting on the bed.
"I wish you wouldn't have reminded me, I think that's a little, well unusual." I said.
"Relax, I'll be needing the real thing eventually." She said rubbing the beast through my jeans, I only call it that because the name Vlad the Impaler was taken, I used that as a high school joke, and I'm not all that big. People claim being above seven inches but not quite eight is huge, I think it's average.
I sat on the bed and undid my belt, she took pride in removing my jeans and lowering her head to my cock and sucking on it lightly. This went fast, I thought, looking at her smile while she was working on me. I slid her pants down and started rubbing her through her panties which happened to be black, she really was going to tease me.
"Did you plan this?" I asked her as she then pulled my boxers down.
"Well maybe just a little." she sad reaching for the band of her panties she slid them down slowly. We both, completely naked, began kissing and rubbing each other. I moved down to lick her and was not stopped. she wasn't shaven but trimmed, which was good enough for me.
I started licking her slit to get revenge for teasing me earlier, but she just sat back and enjoyed it. I decided she had enough and spread her open finding her clit and sucking on it while rolling my tongue over it. She started to breathe heavy and rub my hair. the heavy breathing turned into light moaning and she the bucked her hips at me and then laid back against my bed.
"Have fun?" I asked. She just slid down and started to kiss me in a fevered passion. I grabbed a condom from my drawer next to my bed that also had the K-Y for lonely nights like this would have been, and some toilet paper, for cleanup. I slid the condom on and looked up to her with questioning eyes, she just nodded and pulled me to her.
I rested against her entry and slowly punched in, she sighed and moved to speed the process up, she must have been horny. Soon we got a good pace going and she was pushing back against me. I must say she had been very worked by Jesse these past few years because she wasn't tight at all but she felt good. I started to feel my orgasm coming as one of hers was going by she then pulled me close to her and kissed me, which sent me over the edge as I came into the condom.
I pulled out and we laid together, cuddling, like we said we would, and I heard words to this day I'll always be glad were said, "Can I move in here?" Hanna said. I didn't mind at all, and we had sex like mad for the next few days and never had to worry about being lonely again.
The End.
Adoring My Jason
I woke up that morning with one of those ever so slow grins. Opening my eyes I reached out to touch Jason, my lover. Oh what a day and night we had, had. I had met him at the airport the prior day, and then we had travelled through to this beautiful hotel nestled in the countryside. From the moment we had stepped in the room clothes had not touched our bodies; such had been our need for one another. A whole day and most of the night had been spent, with us making love and the ever so wonderful fucking. No wonder he was worn out, the long flight from America and then being ravished by his sex mad English girlfriend for well over twelve hours.
I lay on my side watching his face nestled peacefully against the pillow. My heart was burning with love for him and adoration. What a beautiful man he was, his lashes lay spidery against his cheeks, his strong face looked so gentle and serene with the glow of sleep. My eyes travelled to Jason's arm laid upon the covers, the muscles so well defined, his hands large and powerful, and his wide shoulders with skin so glorious to the touch. His neck so sexy, looked hard and sculptured as if from marble.
My heart was beating fast as I continued to gaze at him in his sleep. Chuckling naughtily to myself, I eased the covers away from him slightly. First my eyes wandered over his sleek, smooth chest, his pecs so well defined and then down to his abdominal muscles noticeable yet not the horrible bumpy mess that some men had. I sighed happily as my eyes caressed his skin with my gaze. Lifting the sheet away even more, a wry smile curved my lips as I looked at his manhood lying softly against his thigh. To see it in a non-erect state touched my heart in a strange way as I thought back over the night's activity, then it had been a thick, long hard shaft that Jason had used to thrill me beyond my wildest dreams.
My hands instinctively trailed across to his firm, muscular thighs, and my fingers twirling amongst the hairs of his legs. Feeling his cock against the back of my hand, I checked that his eyes were still shut with sleep. I slid down the bed a little with my pillow; still lying on m
y side I moved my hands slowly to his cock, the warmth of the soft foreskin so lovely to the touch. Moving his cock, I began to look at it in close detail, my eyes savouring each and every part of it. My heart fluttered as his cock began to awake under my feathery caresses. I watched intently as his wondrous cock came a live, small pulses moved it of it's own accord, small jerky dance like movements as my fingers continued to explore him. A few minutes of my soft touches had his rod so thick and hard.
My eyes followed the whole length, noting a beautiful curve to it that the back of my hand could not help but follow. I held him with one hand as I rubbed the shiny head of his member with my thumb, dipping in and out as it reached his cum hole. I ran the thumb under the darkening glans, a ridge of hard flesh separating the crown of his cock from the amazing length. He has by no means a beast of a shaft; his eight ample inches are so beautiful in proportion to his well-formed frame, the width more than a happy size for my pussy. Enough to stretch but not too wide so that it would tear me. It was a strain to make my thumb and forefinger meet around its girth, but oh how I enjoyed having that amazing member filling my hot, wet cunt.