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by Beverly Langland


  There is little respite. One heartbeat. Two? My eyes open wide behind the blindfold. Please, let it be a dream, let it be a dream! But, the fire throbbing between my thighs dispels all hope. This is no dream. This is no fantasy. This is my just reward. Tears well to my eyes as I remember the young gypsy‘s caution. ‘Careful what you wish for,’ she said. In my greed, my hunger for pleasure I was not careful enough.

  Behind the flickering candlelight, something stirs in the darkness. Hungry whispers call to me ...

  Restless in the Storm

  by Roxanne Rhoads

  The energy of the storm had been brewing for hours; I felt it rippling under my skin causing gooseflesh and the tiny hairs to stand on end. The storm was just making its presence known to everyone else as flashes of lightning split the night sky along the horizon. It was still far enough away that I could only just barely make out the rumble of thunder but soon the storm would be upon me. My body tensed in anticipation and shivers ran down my spine.

  Need rippled within me, but Adam had not made it home yet.

  He was due home two hours ago. I kept trying to call but he was not answering his cellphone. Damn, I hated that. We have cellphones for a reason, so we can always be connected but that man had a habit of not answering ... and driving me insane in the process. He knew how I could get, yet he was so careless with that phone. The connection between us was so important, especially when a storm was coming.

  I was on edge enough; I didn‘t need him not answering his phone to push me over the precipice. Summer, the heat, the long days ... it always makes me so restless. No matter what I do, I still feel this gnawing ache inside me telling me I should be doing something else. I do anything and everything to try to push away the restlessness – I garden, I exercise, I swim, but it all just makes me more restless. And the ache continues to claw at me from the inside telling me I should be doing something else. What? What should I be doing? Sex. Him. The ache tells me I should be having sex, doing him, making love to my Adam.

  Why?

  I don‘t know.

  The heat ... it pushes, nudges me, drives me crazy. Then when you toss a storm into the mix, I‘m a raving lunatic. Especially when Adam isn‘t around. He is the rock I can beat myself against. The unyielding mountain that keeps me grounded. He can usually find a way to distract me or at least calm the beast within me for a while, but tonight he‘s not home and I feel like my nerve endings are going to fry.

  The pressure of the storm constricted around me, made it hard to breathe as I started to panic without Adam by my side. My body tightened, clenched, like I was a predator ready to pounce on unsuspecting prey. God forbid anyone other than Adam ever cross my path when I was so needy. I don‘t know if I could stop myself.

  My muscles were taut and my body was ready but Adam was not with me. So instead of springing into action, I trembled and rubbed my hands across the inside of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my centre with each stroke. I squeezed my thighs together tight then spread them wide and let the breeze tickle my hot skin.

  Alone I sat on the porch with my cellphone next to me. I twitched, I fidgeted, I watched the storm clouds roll in. I gave in to the restlessness and lit a cigarette. I only smoked during storms. Taking a deep drag, the first faux wave of calm settled within me and left me a little lightheaded. I took another puff for good measure to stop the shaking.

  I sat back and reached for my sweet tea and felt the sweat roll down my back and drip down my spine while another bead tickled a trail between my breasts. The heat was stifling and the impending storm made the air even heavier. The dark clouds were really starting to roll in, too, turning day into an eerie, dreary grey green colour. It was all making me a bit claustrophobic.

  Could you suffocate in the open air? It sure felt like it.

  I pulled and tugged at my clothes wishing I was naked. I could be, but the temptation to do things would be too much and, without Adam, it just wasn‘t as satisfying. I needed him to quench my thirst, to sate my lust, to stop the overwhelming need inside me.

  I took a couple more hits from the cigarette then stubbed it out in the shiny glass ashtray. It had been so nice and clean, and now I‘d sullied it with the butt, squashing it down, making sure it didn‘t smoulder as I smeared dark ash all over the shiny bottom. I wanted to be sullied, I wanted to get dirty then let the rain wash me clean.

  I dragged my hand over the hot crotch of my shorts and tapped my fingers over the zipper. The light pressure set my body blazing. Damn, I knew I shouldn‘t have done that. If Adam didn‘t get home soon I would have to take matters into my own hands.

  With one hand, I reached for my cell and hit the speed dial button to call Adam. Again. The other hand slid inside my shorts. I gently caressed the outside edges of my trembling flesh, feeling the smoothness of my swollen lips. I was tempted to do more when he finally answered his phone, ‘Baby, I‘m almost home.‘

  „Where the hell have you been? You‘re over two hours late and you weren‘t answering your phone!’ My hand temporarily forgotten, I yelled, starting to panic; I needed him in a bad way, like a junkie needs a fix.

  „Baby, I know. I am so sorry. I thought I lost my phone last time I stopped to get gas because I couldn‘t find it then there was a huge accident on 75. I just got off the expressway and pulled over to look for my phone. I found it ... dead under the seat. I just plugged it in, turned it on and it started ringing. I knew it was you.’ His voice sounded so sincere, so I calmed – a little.

  „I hate it when you pull this crap, Adam,’ I breathed heavily into the phone.

  „I‘m sorry you married a dumbass, Ang,’ he sighed heavily into the phone, too. He wasn‘t really a dumbass, dumb shit just seemed to always happen to him – and me for that matter.

  „You aren‘t a dumbass, darling. I just need you bad. When you going to be home? The storm is almost here and I‘m about to lose it.’ Just saying it out loud made me start shaking all over again and my hand slid, moving into wetness, making my legs tremble. I pulled my hand away quickly. Adam was almost home, but he really needed to hurry.

  My body was filling with that raw ache as the storm rumbled closer and closer. My nipples budded into hard, little peaks; I squeezed my thighs together tight to stifle the need spreading between them. It didn‘t work. It was like I could feel Adam moving closer to me, just like the storm was getting closer. The dark clouds were close enough to caress my heated flesh. The closer both Adam and the storm got, the more the need spread throughout my body. My whole body was beginning to thrum with unstoppable desire as my pussy pulsated with anticipation.

  „I‘ll be there real soon, baby, real soon,’ Adam whispered into my ear then hung up.

  I pulled off my tank-top and caressed my swollen breasts. Even my own touch was exhilarating. My breasts were alive with that delicious ache. They felt so full, so filled with energy. I pinched the hard nubs and felt the zing go straight to my clit. I moaned and lay back on the porch continuing to caress my breasts and tweak my nipples. I squirmed against the rough denim of my shorts letting my clit rub and scrape against the hard seams.

  I heard Adam‘s truck pull in but I didn‘t move. He had walked in on me doing much worse to myself in the heat before.

  „Angie? Where are you, baby?’ he called out from the driveway by the house.

  „I‘m back here, Adam, on the back porch.’ I heard his heavy boots hitting the gravel of the drive then clump into the soft grass of the backyard. I heard him stop and gasp.

  „Damn, darling, you are always a sight for sore eyes when I find you like this.’ He was smiling, already unbuttoning his shirt. ‘Sorry I didn‘t get here sooner, but I see you at least waited for me this time.’ He continued to strip for me, kicking off his work boots and unzipping his pants. He pushed everything down, then leaned over to pull off his pants and socks. Then he stood up. His cock jutted straight out, already rock hard and ready for me. Just the way I liked him. I wanted to devour him immediately. But I w
aited. I let him come to me first.

  I arched my back and smiled while spreading my legs for him. I wore no underwear and my cut-off shorts were baggy enough around the legs that he could see my pussy wet and eager for him. Everything was going to be OK now that he was home. Adam knew how to make the ache go away.

  He leaned over me and slipped his hand up my shorts quickly, giving my slick centre a light caress which sent delicious shivers through my whole body. Then he dipped a finger inside me and gave it an arousing twirl that made a moan escape my lips and my body quiver around him. The man could play me like an instrument and I enjoyed every second. His lips met mine and a tingle of electricity jolted through me. I opened my eyes and smiled a wicked grin. Then he pulled his hand away from my pussy and gripped my denim shorts roughly, balling them into his hand which made them bunch around my waist and ride up, thrusting the hard fabric into my soft, wet folds of flesh. The rough central seam was forced against my rigid clit. I cried out and wiggled in his grasp. He held me tight, dangling me slightly in the air with just one hand while holding us both up with his other arm. Pain and pleasure mingled as I leaned into the denim forcing it farther, harder into me. It was a torturous pussy wedgie and it made my body explode in orgasmic delight.

  When it storms, I tend to like sex a little rougher than usual

  I soaked the denim and panted in delight, never taking my eyes off Adam‘s. His gaze was intense as he took in every tremble and shiver of my body until I settled into a rhythm of almost normal breathing. Then he lay me down gently on the porch and pulled the wet shorts off my body, tossing them into the grass.

  He stood there and looked at me with his super sexy grin as the sky opened above him and spilled rain drops down on his naked flesh. The electric tension soared through the sultry heat of the night and hit me in my core where I wanted Adam to be, buried deep and desire-soaked in my slick centre. He stroked himself in the rain as my eyes drank him in. It was a show for me; he was enticing me to come to him. Not that I needed the encouragement. He was magnificent. Strong, hard, all muscles and manhood.

  I joined him in the rain, sinking to my knees in the wet grass to lick the rain drops from his shaft. I licked and sucked at him with a thirst I didn‘t know I had. Could he quench my parched soul?

  He fell to his knees in front of me so we could drink from each other‘s well of desire. Love-drenched lips met and mingled as lightning ripped through the night sky. Thunder cracked loudly overhead as the steady drizzle turned into a pour. Our naked bodies pressed against each other, heated flesh against heated flesh, slick and wet with sweat and rain, soft breasts against muscled chest, hard male pushed into soft female.

  I gave his body a little shove backwards and he fell into the grass so that he was lying on his back. I wanted to be on top, to ride him, to feel the rain slide down my body as I stared into his face. He was so hard and I was so wet. I slid my swollen folds across his shaft, nudged his tip against my clit over and over, driving us both wild as the rain dripped and tickled across my flesh, into the space between us, into my body like a second lover. Adam squirmed under me trying to push his hard cock into me as the rain sluiced down my breasts to pause for a moment at the tips then roll over and down to drip from my nipples.

  I couldn‘t take the tease anymore as my body screamed for his; I let him penetrate me, slide deep inside and push me into the place of pleasure I loved so much. I rode him on instinct, letting my body move as it wished, sensually dancing on top of him while his hands gripped my hips and his eyes watched me intently while the rain beat against us, ran down us, some droplets beading up on our skin before becoming so fat and swollen that they burst and rolled down our bodies in rivulets.

  Lightning continued to flash in the night sky, illuminating our bodies as if we were dancers in a nightclub, the strobe lights flashing off our slick skin, the thunder provided a steady primal beat – deep bass rumbling, while the rain beating on the shed roof sounded like cymbals and the wind whipped and whistled along all in perfect tune.

  His hands crept up to my breasts, kneading the flesh and causing me to cry out into the night as he pinched my nipples roughly. My cry was lost as the storm whisked it away with the wind that whipped my long hair madly around my body. I knew what I must look like, a wild woman in the storm, and I loved it. In this moment I was free, happy, the need was fulfilled. The inner ache was no longer empty as Adam‘s hard cock filled me so deep I could think of nothing but this pleasure inside me.

  I threw my head back and ground my pelvis into his, rocking hard, taking him deep, enjoying the rain caressing my body, thousands of drops and rivulets touching every nerve ending on my body, coating my heated flesh, cooling it, calming it. Taking away the ache, if only for this moment. The rain slicked over us both – cooling us, but not putting out our fire. I could practically hear the sizzle as it hit our bodies.

  My orgasm neared, threatening to overtake me like a true force of nature – strong and hard and without regret. It churned inside me then split me down the middle, it radiated from my centre, rocketing through me, pulsating, pushing, almost knocking me off Adam.

  He sat up under me, wrapped his arms around me and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth hard. This sent new pulses soaring through me, ricocheting around inside me, with each new thrust, with each tug of his lips, aftershocks coursed through me until my body pulsed along with each beat of thunder overhead. My heart, my pulse, my pussy, my desire all rumbled a low and steady boom, boom, boom ...

  I wanted more; I wanted it to keep going. It was a love drug high I hated to come down from – so hot, so wet, so restless and wild in the middle of the storm within and around me.

  With my body still pulsing, Adam picked me up off his long, hard shaft and lay me down in the cool wet grass with my legs spread wide, letting the rain pour down on my pleasure heated body, letting it enter me now; so intimate, so deep inside me it dripped. The rain assaulted my nipples forcing them into hard tips and it throbbed against my clit sending an overload of sensations into my already supercharged body. It was like my naked flesh was being stroked by one large natural vibrator, everywhere at once; wet, pulsing, alive, tingling, the rain caressed my skin while the storm continued to move in the night.

  Adam put his face between my thighs to taste me, licking rain and desire from my pussy, sucking at my hard clit as I moaned and writhed beneath him, wrapping my legs around him pushing my heels into his shoulders. So good, so very good, his tongue swirled and dipped, whirled and flicked ... pushing me into the dark and toward the light. I could see flashes of lightning through my closed eyelids as I came again and again with Adam demanding more of me, draining me, taking away the restlessness so I could find peace in his arms once again.

  I grabbed him, ‘Please, Adam,’ I begged, ‘I need you inside me again.’ He smiled as he moved up my body and easily slid his thick cock inside, stretching me, rubbing me from the inside, making me moan and scream his name. He thrust hard and fast inside me, his hips steadily pumping back and forth, back and forth. I gripped his shoulders and spread open wide, thrusting my hips up to meet his, to take him deep, deeper, as deep as he could go until my back bowed and I screamed over and over, feeling him hit the end of me, beating into me, forcing me to feel all of him, take him all in, accept his length and love it. And I did.

  Thrusting, pulsing, he made love to me as fierce as the storm beat above us, crackling and booming, violent and wild in the night. We were right in the middle of it now and it cradled us, threatened us, but kept us safe, letting us know nature as few ever dared.

  Purely elemental and in love, we crashed into each other as thunder and lightning crashed above us. Fast, faster, he thrust into me, rain slick and sex-soaked, our bodies became one, raging with the storm until finally he stilled above me, spilling his hot seed into me and I became calm once again. I clutched him as he held me and we collapsed together in each other‘s arms as the storm and my restlessness receded into the night.


  Cheeky Girls

  by Landon Dixon

  A short time ago, my girlfriend‘s sister came to visit us for a week. Given that my girlfriend, Ashley, is an absolute knockout, so, too, was her twin sister, Abigail. I couldn‘t tell the jiggly, giggly pair of 18 year-old brats apart; they both had long, black hair and crystal-clear, blue eyes, high, firm tits and jutting nipples, slim waists and supple legs, and, best and most of all, taut derrières.

  As an unrepentant ass-man from way back – from the days of a daisy duke-clad Catherine Bach and a shorty-shorted Chrissy Snow and a hot-panted Lynda Carter, aka Wonder Woman – the sight of those two bouncy bottoms prancing and a-twitching all over the place made for one of the most memorable weeks of my life.

  On the last day of her stay, we took Abby snowboarding at a resort two hours outside of town. And after an invigorating morning and afternoon of surfing the slopes, we made tracks for the lodge, for drinks and dinner and a dunk in one of the outdoor hot-tubs. My cock had been a diamond-hard icicle all day long thanks to the heavenly vista of the girls’ board-squatting, ski-pant-clad posteriors, and it didn‘t melt an inch in the bubbling chop of the soak tub, what with the two of them cavorting around in matching neon-green bikini tops and floss bottoms. Their plush, heart-shaped asses, peachy cheeks splayed into two glistening, golden-brown globes by the bum-cleaving thongs, were openly displayed for my erotic, eye-popping enjoyment.

  And with my blood-alcohol level and waterlogged dong rising to near-record heights, I boldly joked about mistakenly going to bed with the wrong girl that night. At which point Ashley pulled her sister up out of the steaming froth and tugged her thong down, showing me a butterfly tattoo on Abby‘s lower, lower abdomen. Ashley sports a tattoo in the exact same spot, only hers is a heart.

 

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