We continued to suck and fuck for the next two hours, in every position and on every piece of furniture in the room. Afterward, we lay together, silent and content. This is what sex was meant to be like. I never felt dirty or bad, but liberated and free to relax and release the sexual being within me.
Gus and I have been together ever since, and our sex keeps getting better and hotter.
—H.O., Laredo, Texas
Her Rock Star Rocks Her World, Just the Way She’d Been Hoping
I’d anticipated this moment for months. I struggled to find the sexiest outfit in my closet, settling on a short but classy black skirt with slits on both sides to reveal my long legs. My endless fantasies were in my mind as I walked to meet him.
There, standing in front of me, dressed in typical “rock star” attire, was the man who (although unknown to him!) had given me countless nights of pleasure.
David kissed me gently on the cheek and caressed my back, sending shivers all down my spine. “You’re not wearing underwear,” he whispered as we walked toward the club’s front door.
We sat side by side in a cozy booth, ordered drinks, and watched the dancers gyrate onstage, their naked bodies shiny with sweat. It was my first time in a female strip club, and I was hornier than I’d ever been. His hand was on my thigh, and all I could think about was moving it under my skirt and taking him inside me.
We stared at each other with lust in our eyes. As my mind ran wild with images of what was to come, he drew me closer and bit me on the shoulder. His hand finally made its way up my leg and stroked me slowly. Immediately, I was wet.
We kissed with such passion, it felt like we were the ones putting on a show! The other men in the club were watching us. I felt sexier and hotter than I ever had.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, and he led me out the door.
As we entered David’s apartment, I felt like I would explode if I didn’t have him that very moment. He undressed me, taking the time to touch every inch of my body. By contrast, I literally ripped all of his clothes off.
He lay on his back, his dick hard and ready, and I climbed on. As soon as he was in me, I felt like I would come at any time. I pinned his hands back and moved in ways I never had before.
“Fuck me! Fuck me!” he moaned as I slid up and down his pulsing cock. “Your pussy feels amazing!” He flipped me over and thrust deep in me. Wrapping my legs around his sweaty body, I took every inch.
With my legs shaking, I cooed, “I’m gonna come!”
“Let’s come together,” he said. He fucked me harder, and my fingers dug into his back. We climaxed together, my entire body quivering.
“That was incredible!” I said, putting my head on his chest. He agreed, and we drifted off to sleep.
Now that I’d lived out my fantasy, what was next? Although we’ve since had many other nights of mind- blowing sex, none would top that first time with my sexy rock star!
—T.Z., Los Angeles, California
Sometimes You Just Have to Make Do With a Stolen Encounter
Driving to his house, all I could think about was how he seemed to be perfect in every way. I wanted to get there so badly that the drive seemed to take forever.
I pulled into the driveway. The house was dimly lit. I opened the front door and locked it behind me. I went quietly to the kitchen, got a glass from the cupboard, and filled it with ice water from the refrigerator. Then I walked slowly up the stairs to my destination.
“Hey,” I said, “did you miss me?”
He said, “Of course.”
I walked over to the bed. He was lying nestled under the covers watching TV. I would have preferred music, but as long as he was there, life was good. I set my glass on the nightstand, sat beside him on the bed, and looked into his eyes. (He told me once that my eyes are my best feature.) Our eyes had a conversation that seemed to speak volumes in pure silence.
I lay down fully clothed alongside him lying naked under the sheets. I put my head on his chest, hoping he would put his arm gently around me. I tickled his chest, wanting him to feel the tension I did. I ran my fingers up and down his chest, then down his right leg and up his left thigh. On the way back to his chest, I stopped at his belly and circled it. I repeated the whole circuit several times, purposely staying clear of his private parts, which I wanted desperately.
He put his arm around me and ran his fingers down my back, tickling me. He, too, avoided sexual contact. The tension was so thick, you could have cut it with a knife. My heart beat faster, and my stomach was full of butterflies as I wanted and waited for that first kiss.
He picked me up, laid me on my back and kissed me softly. Time stopped, or I wished it did. Each kiss got a little more intense and meaningful. With my arms around his neck, I brought my hands forward so they were on either side of his mouth while he kissed me. I was in another world, and hoped he was, too. Don’t you think for guys to kiss this way—we were making love with our mouths—they have to feel a connection?
I took off my clothes, exposing my body to him. His kisses strayed to my neck, then down to my breasts. His touch was just right, and I found myself wondering how many other women had felt this same feeling.
Suddenly he took hold of me by the waist and pulled me down toward the foot of the bed, where he was. He spread my legs so he could easily put his head where he could see he’d already made me so wet. He put his mouth on me and used his tongue to show how he desired me. I never had a man make me feel like that. I can’t tell you what he did, but he made me melt down there.
Eventually I had him on his back, and put my hand on his hard dick. I stroked it while kissing his chest, then worked my way down to his privates. I started licking his shaft at the bottom, then worked up to the head. I ran my tongue under the head and back down the shaft a couple of times while massaging his balls, then put my mouth over his cockhead and ran my tongue around it while stroking the shaft with one hand.
Gradually I took as much of it in my mouth as I could, sucking up and down as if I were making love to it. I wanted to make him come, but it wasn’t time yet. Before, whenever I fellated him, he came—and every last drop went into my mouth for me to swallow, something I’d never done with anyone else. He made it feel so right. I wanted him to know I cared, and for me that was how to do it.
Now, instead, I worked my way down his baby-soft skin to his balls. I ran my tongue over them, sucking each separately. Then I ran my tongue lengthwise on each, making them wet.
I wanted to do something to him that I’d never done to anyone before. I went down deeper and found my way to his backside. I licked him from his balls to the forbidden place where he told me nobody goes. I didn’t want to scare him, I wanted him to feel great! So I ran my tongue slowly closer and closer to his ass. He spread his legs wider and raised his hips off the bed slightly.
I was so excited to make him feel this pleasure. Now, while I had my hands on his thighs, as I licked from his ass to his balls and back, he caught my attention by taking hold of his hard dick and stroking it. I was wildly happy to see a response. If he only knew how I wanted to please him!
With both of us sweating from excitement, he put me on my back, dropped to his knees, and approached me. He used his hand to guide his dick into my wet pussy. He entered me slowly, making each thrust a bit deeper.
Now that his head was close to mine, he whispered to me, “Babe, you make me so hard.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. (He doesn’t say much while he makes love, so anything he says gets my attention.) I wanted him to want me so much, and I wanted him to tell me that I was a total turn-on.
He leaned toward me and kissed me, and our tongues made love in sync with our bodies. I wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but I can tell you I had never been taken to that level. It’s like we were two souls that became one. I couldn’t tell him how I felt. I could only hope he felt a fraction of what I did.
I got on top of him and tried to make him feel so goo
d, he would want me again. Still on top, I turned around so my head was facing his feet. I sat on him, grinding, doing all the work while he lay there. Holding on to his legs gave me the strength to ride him and let him watch from behind.
When I thought he might be getting close to orgasm, I turned around so I could see his face. Using his hands for leverage, I squatted on my feet and rode him. Again he flipped me over, then entered me.
I leaned over and whispered, “Fuck me, baby.”
He said, “What?”
“I said, ‘Fuck me,’” I replied. “Make it feel good.” I didn’t know then if he would like that, and I still don’t!
I asked him if he would kiss me again. He leaned over, and as he thrust his lovely cock into me, we kissed as if we had known each other forever.
I always feel self-conscious about the difficulty I have reaching orgasm. He took my legs and put them against my chest, then bent down—while still inside me—and licked the back of my left thigh. As he approached the back of my right leg, electricity surged through my body. No one had ever used his tongue to please me like that.
Before his tongue finished stroking the back of my leg, I said, “I’m going to come.” I was getting close to that highest point, where you know you’re going off the edge at any second and there’s no looking back.
When I told him I was coming, in seconds he was making noises that were music to my ears: He was having an orgasm inside me. The pulsing motion of my body, and the tight squeezing of my muscles around his exploding cock, told us both that he had just made me feel complete. My level of ecstasy was so high that coming down became so intense that it hurt.
I slept in his bed all night. I felt so secure with his arms around me that I slept like a baby. In the morning, after I got dressed, he followed me downstairs. As we stood by the front door, he hugged me. He kissed me on the forehead and said, “Thanks, it was great.”
I got into my car, missing him already, and headed for home. Maybe one day the timing will be right. He’ll be ready to settle down, and I won’t have to make that long, lonely drive home.
—V.H., Plainfield, New Jersey
Her Eyes Meet His Across the Room, and the Rest Is History
I see you walking across the room, staring at me out of the corner of your eye. You lick the corner of your upper lip, and I have an overwhelming urge to tear your shirt off so I can dig my fingers into your shoulder blades, then move them down, and down.
I realize I’m staring into space and snap out of it. I notice you’re on the other side of the room looking at me. Your eyes motion for me to come to you. I look around to see if you could be signaling to someone else. No, it’s definitely me. I correct my posture and try to walk seductively (without making it too obvious that I’m trying!) toward you. You bite your lip and shiver, and it looks like you’ve just had a two-second fantasy!
As I get to you, I imagine all the things I could do, but I’ll probably just freeze up. You don’t even say a word, you just grab me and push me up against a pillar. In the shadows, you grab the back of my neck and press your lips to mine. My knees get weak, and between my legs I throb and get moist as you scratch against my thigh with your fingers.
You trail your tongue across my neck and up to my earlobe. When you bite down, I let out a groan. You grind your hips into mine, and my hands find your buttocks and squeeze, pulling your body as close to mine as I can manage to get you. I feel you at the crease of my thigh, and I pulse. Our breathing gets heavier, and your glasses steam up. There’s a certain smell in the air—the smell of lust and raw sweat.
You nibble hungrily on my neck for a while, then pull away. Your hand meets mine, and I take it and lead you away from the public area. I get to a dark room and fumble for the light switch, wanting to see you and hoping you’ll want to see me as you enter me again and again. You push my white thong to the side and press your fingers into me. I let out a groan and arch my head back. My face is getting warm.
With one hand I pull your waist to mine, while with the other hand I unbutton your pants. As I try to slide the hand into your pants, you intercept it. You grab both of my hands and pin them against the wall, then seize this opportunity to unbutton my shirt. You massage my nipple with your thumb and forefinger while you run your tongue downward toward my stomach.
I free one hand and use it to free you of your pants. Then I fall to my knees and take you in my mouth, a little bit at a time. I push your hips slowly away from me and pull you out of my mouth until you’re barely still in it, then pull you back to me and deep-throat you, taking you all in.
You run your fingers through my hair, then grab it with both of your hands. You breathe in deeply, then let out a loud groan as I circle your cockhead ever so slowly with my tongue. I reach up and cup your balls gently in one hand, then massage your jewels gently while I gradually speed up the pace of my cocksucking.
Moaning that you’re getting close, you pull out and drop to your knees, then lower me gently to the floor. You grab my thighs and part them while staring into my eyes. You glance down and for the first time notice my piercing, which makes you smile—and then you explore it with your devilish tongue, massaging the spot with the tip.
I grab my inner thighs and scratch, then tilt my head back and cry out, loud and long. You insert a finger in me, and I feel myself getting wetter and wetter. My breathing gets heavy. Our eyes meet, and all I want is to grab hold of you and pull you right up and into me. I want to feel you pulse as you come. I want to claw at your back and hear you beg for more.
You push another finger in, and your rhythm speeds up. I feel myself climaxing. I am crying out, but just as I’m about to come, you pull your fingers out of me and bring your lips to mine and kiss me hard.
You pick me up, carry me to the stepladder and sit me on it. You spread my thighs and wrap my legs around your waist. I feel you against my opening, pulsing as I throb, and I beg for you to enter me. You tease me by barely entering and then quickly withdrawing.
Fuck that! I grab your hips and pull you hard into me. We both shudder. Both of us know that any one of these penetrations could push us over the edge.
You grab the stepladder for leverage, and as I moan, you pull deeper and deeper. I flex, making it tighter for you, and I notice you go weak at the knees. I’m confident now that our climaxes are going to be simultaneous. You keep getting faster and harder, while I breathe heavier and groan louder.
Now a wave is rushing through my body. I scream out your name and pull you to me again and again. You start to throb and go tense, moaning in unison with me. Gradually you slow to a stop, though I still feel you pulsing inside me.
You smile and kiss me. That makes me smile!
—L.S., Douglas, Kansas
An Airport Meeting Kicks Off the First Night of the Rest of Their Lives
I’m sitting waiting for you—wondering when you’ll be here for me, thinking about what I’ll say. Will I stutter or act like a goofy kid when I see your beauty?
I hear your plane number being announced as an arrival, and a rush of excitement comes over me. I see the door open, and people start coming out. Then I see you, and my heart jumps as you walk toward me. I stand, and we kiss. You smell so good! Your lips taste like soda and breath mint.
I’m getting into it and kiss you more passionately. It seems like we’re there kissing for an hour, but in reality it’s probably a minute or so. We hug, and I ask if you have many bags. You say not too many. We go to the baggage-claim area and wait for yours to come out.
I take your hand. It’s so slender and soft. You clasp my hand back, as if to say you like what I did. I turn and look at your face and into your eyes. You look good, baby! I can’t believe you’re all mine—to be with, have fun with, make love to, enjoy life with. It’s a dream come true! I want to pinch myself to see if I am dreaming, lol.
I let go of your hand and reach around your waist and pull you close and hug you. You feel so lean and taut, yet your breasts are so soft
against my chest. I feel and hear you breathe—your breathing even sounds feminine! As we look into each other’s eyes, we lose ourselves in thought—thinking about the time we’ll spend together and what we plan on doing with our lives together.
Your bags arrive, and we collect them and start for my car. When we get to it, I open the passenger door to let you sit down while I pack the bags in the trunk. Finally we drive off, talking as we drive. You look so good, and your accent is so sexy, your voice so sweet and feminine. We talk about your flight, my drive to the airport. We can talk about anything—it’s like we’ve known each other for a lifetime and you just came back from a long trip.
We talk and have fun as I drive you to our new home and our new life together. At the house, by the time I bring your bags inside, you are sitting on the couch in the living room. You look like a dream. It’s like this isn’t happening. So, I pinch myself—ow-w-w!
You say, “Why did you pinch yourself?”
I say, “Never mind,” and snicker, hee-hee.
I take the bags up to the spare room, so our bedroom won’t be filled up with bags preventing you from walking around to unpack. I sit on the bed and watch as you move back and forth putting stuff away. You bend over, stooping and kneeling as you unpack things. I’m wanting you so badly! You look so good, I want to take you in my arms and hold you forever.
I get off the bed and stand in front of you. I put my arms around you and hold you. You sigh, and I get warm all over. I hope you’re thinking that this is going to be good; finally I have a man who wants me and needs me, and I want to be with him.
I imagine you feeling blood rush to your womanhood, feeling your juices wet your inner lips. You lean your head back and start to breathe hard. I pick you up and carry you to the bed and set you softly on it. I get into bed with you, and we kiss—soft and light at first, then longer and wetter. We explore each other’s mouths with our tongues. You are so good with yours!
I move my hand from around you and explore your body—your breasts, your tummy, then between your legs. When I touch you there, you breathe harder. You arch your back and moan. Mmm, you’re wet and hot down there.
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