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As he got ready to leave in the morning, he saw her sprawled out and gorgeous and felt an odd reluctance to leave Fuck work, he said as he joined her on the bed Wouldn't it be more fun to fuck me? she asked seductively. He grinned and called in sick.

***

Emma, you're not a race driver! If you keep shifting gears so abruptly, you might damage the transmission! He put his hand on mine while I held the stick.
It's just like stroking a pussy, he said with a mischievous grin. You need to be gentle and smooth with it, not rough and aggressive. Don't rush take your time finding the right rhythm.
As I started adjusting the lever, he guided my hand, demonstrating the fluidity of the motion. Gradually, I shifted the lever into place, and he smiled approvingly. I now get wet whenever I shift gears.

***

There's nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you.
Flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters, with an open mind, no matter how difficult, or uncomfortable some of your moments are. Treating each bookmark not with judgment, but with pure love. And, in the midst of it all, finding their own happiness enriched. For
you are a book they can never put down. A book they seek to add to, with fresh and vibrant chapters, each day going forwards. Oh, how the cover feels in their hands, as they caress it, and hold it close.

***

It's comfortable, almost like home. Its worn gray walls, a shield from the casual observer, in reality hides little from the determined voyeur willing to gawk through the gaps. A glance at the mirror opposite the stall reveals the number of extra feet under the blind without bending to look. Usually it's two, but sometimes four. The smooth steel acts as
a soundboard for the sounds of gagging and thighs slapping within. However, amplification is not required to hear my moans of pleasure. I must hurry with tonight's number five because my husband waits for me outside the bar.

***

Nineteen, my first time, a discreet motel, not romantic but the real thing at last. He was older, mysterious, probably had a wife or girlfriend, but a fan of inexperienced flesh. No strings attached. His figure imposing to mine, muscular, hairy, and well-endowed. I was petite, soft, but willing. He knew what he was doing, I didn't. Impressive stamina, controlled dominance, multiple orgasms for me, and a plentiful one for him that adorned my tummy. Days after, when I replayed the night, I sexted him. Telling him that he was a fun time and opening the possibility for more.

***

He woke when the blinds opened. One of her nipples, and then the other, rolled over him. He looked out the sleeper car window. It was pink early morning the train was passing little houses cars were waiting for the train to pass. She grabbed his penis, already a little hard, and began stroking it gently. Do you want to show them? she asked, her thick bush rubbing against
him as she straddled him. Show them what? he asked, fully aroused. This, she replied, as she buried him inside her cleft in the sunlight, and the people watched their happiness.

***

Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed
from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I'm dying to hike your pencil skirt, peel panties aside, and bury my cock in your fiery count. I expect the affect I'm having will trigger your organism, hands tugging my head between supple thighs to finish you.
You reach passed me instead. Strike a red line through my manuscript. Scrawl: Try Harder, and push me away.

***

Locked in a steamy embrace, she quivered with desire as his fingers teased her delicate folds while the water rained down. Her first orgasm
was quick and intense but only made her want more. Grasping her hands, he held her arms over her head against the wall, fingers intertwined. His rigid member needed no guidance finding its treasured target. Deliberate moves made her crazy with need. Faster, please! I need to cum now!
He plunged into her until her body quaked, filling her with his hot seed. Shower sex—the perfect way for busy couples to multitask!

***

Samuel spat on his hands and smiled. Goddess Patricia's hypnotic suggestions were clear. He was not allowed to jerk his cock but he could stroke another. He grabbed Anthony's shaft and pumped, pumped, pumped. Anthony felt the pressure building, restless fingers eager to join in on the fun, but he too was forbidden to touch himself. Only another servant's dong would please him. Luckily, Walter was right there,
beside him. And Walter grabbed Bob's. And Bob yanked Mark's. And Mark pulled Luke's. Goddess Patricia laughed as the masturbatory train continued, one hundred more carriages in waiting.

***

I find beauty in things others discard, so I bought the abandoned house. It first happened when undressing. I dismissed the arousing breath against my crotch as the breeze through the open window. In bed, however, I wondered if the sheet or something else grazed my cock? When billowing sheers settled, outlining a female form, I knew.
I was not alone. Night after night, I awakened to titillating kisses, prefacing warm touches, and squeezing sensations, always leading to euphoric eruptions. Until one night, I awoke with my knees sliding underneath me, propping my ass. A curious longing held me still.

***

A strip of leather, with a tassel at either end, each made of about two-dozen eight-inch long leather strips bound with cord. I'd removed it from a bag I'd bought in a charity shop, because I don't like fussy detail on things. It lay on my sewing table waiting for an alternative use. It wasn't
long before it had one. Idly, I picked it up, holding it between the two tassels, and slapped my inner arm. A pleasing sting. Not very painful, but several more slaps, and the skin was reddened. I added it to my collection of toys.

***

She'd dumped him seriously, pneumatic blonds from fucking accounts
count. Glammed up, Sarah needed a man-free cocktail. The leather dyke was empathetic, flirtatious. packing. Back in Sarah's apartment, the BBC strappy took her, animalistic relentless fucking. Being used liquified her gaping cunt. A first monster multiple cums had wracked and wrecked her.
Food? Sarah eventually whimpered. The dyke's hand slid lasciviously along the gooey girl-cock, Energize, then fuck again. Steaks sizzling, she pondered accompanying vegetables. Sarah's mobile pinged her ex's stiff dick-pic, the prick adding, Missing this! Of course, she whispered, texted then grabbed the baby carrots from the fridge.

***

He slid his hands up her dress and probed her intimately with his fingers. You're drenched, he said, licking her juices off one finger and offering her the other. She seductively sucked her nectar from it and asked, Then what are you waiting for? He raised an eyebrow, spread her legs, and slid inside her, coating his cock with her honey. Their bodies moved in an erotic rhythm until they exploded together. He pulled out and watched his seed run down her inner thigh. Proof for your man that I fucked you, he grinned, leaving. Same time
next week? Mmm-hmm!

***

She lay, wrist covering eyes, stretched out, awake. He was in the bathroom. Her legs were arched, gash open, the wild dark blonde hairs, the red lips. She began to touch herself, gently, rhythmically. She could hear him moving around the room. She kept at it, wrist over
eyes, hand flicking. His movement stopped. But she didn't, and almost too soon, her body tensed and shook and softened. And then his sound, like someone coming up for air. She opened her eyes, and she saw him, hand dripping, cock dripping, mouth open, eyes closed. They smiled at each other.

***

She prepared herself for me, in a gossamer-thin black silk negligee, It draped across her form like mist. Her large nipples were stiff with excitement it wasn't just my presence, but the feel of the silk gently massaging their tips. To stroke her cheek, drawing my finger along her jawline and down her neck, things that make her body, show its need. The way her body hungers for more, as I kiss her silk-covered nipples. Then, loosing myself in folds of silk and her velvet. Her cries of
pleasure pierce the evening sky as rapture descends.

***

You want pain in the butt? in her cute French accent. Her go-to phrase as a reply to my not-so-subtle advances. They are a bit hit-and-miss, strongly leaning on the miss. Well, one out of ten is rewarding enough.
She must mean that I am a pain in the butt. Minx. Then again, I've never been averse to spanking—or yet pegging. Given we share our flat, get along well and are open, advances come often. From both sides. It's only now with a baguette protruding from my posterior that I
realize the keyword may have been lost in translation. Literally.

***

No, one, will, ever, know, except, the, two, of, us, she said, and with each word she tapped the wet tip of his cock, making it twitch. Yes, yes, he said, begging her. But please, just, now, please. He was babbling now. Ten minutes ago, he had been the image of calm. What was he scared of? Her? Himself? She knelt over him, her dark bush touching his cock just slightly. She reached down, grazing his cock, past his tight, tight balls, to the spot where it would all begin, and then begin again.

***

Inch by inch, his rigid manhood disappeared into her mouth. She eased back, then took him deeper. Guiding his hands to her red locks, she encouraged him to push her head down until her nose touched his belly. She slid her tongue down, licking his balls while she devoured him.
Thrust after thrust had him ready to burst as he enjoyed this decadent oral pleasure. When he could hold back no longer, he cried out, Oh, fuck, yes! and emptied himself deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop and looked up innocently. Did that please you, sir?

***


I'm curled to his back when the sun wakes me. I drape my arm over him, finding his cock, hard as I'd known it would be, throbbing. When the sun rises, so does he, just as reliably. I stroke him his hot, thick weight causing my body to respond, sensitive tissues engorging and growing moist, and when he rolls onto his back and whispers, Good morning, I'm ready. Some days it's a feast of coupling, leaving the sheets tangled and sweaty other days - today - work beckons, so I mount him and ride forward joyously to greet the day.

***

Seductively, he lifted her chemise over her head and took her voluptuous breasts into his hands, squeezing them gently, eliciting a sensual moan. With patient fingers, he unhooked her bra and let it fall away, allowing him to take one luscious, pink nipple into his mouth and the
other between his finger and his thumb. This exquisite nipple play drove her insane with desire as she endured the erotic torment of intimate pleasure. Fuck me now! she cried. Darling, foreplay shouldn't be rushed. She pouted. He laughed and gave in, of course. Next time, let's try for five minutes.

As he got ready to leave in the morning, he saw her sprawled out and gorgeous and felt an odd reluctance to leave Fuck work, he said as he joined her on the bed Wouldn't it be more fun to fuck me? she asked seductively. He grinned and called in sick.

***

Emma, you're not a race driver! If you keep shifting gears so abruptly, you might damage the transmission! He put his hand on mine while I held the stick.

It's just like stroking a pussy, he said with a mischievous grin. You need to be gentle and smooth with it, not rough and aggressive. Don't rush take your time finding the right rhythm.

As I started adjusting the lever, he guided my hand, demonstrating the fluidity of the motion. Gradually, I shifted the lever into place, and he smiled approvingly. I now get wet whenever I shift gears.

***

There's nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you.

Flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters, with an open mind, no matter how difficult, or uncomfortable some of your moments are. Treating each bookmark not with judgment, but with pure love. And, in the midst of it all, finding their own happiness enriched. For

you are a book they can never put down. A book they seek to add to, with fresh and vibrant chapters, each day going forwards. Oh, how the cover feels in their hands, as they caress it, and hold it close.

***

It's comfortable, almost like home. Its worn gray walls, a shield from the casual observer, in reality hides little from the determined voyeur willing to gawk through the gaps. A glance at the mirror opposite the stall reveals the number of extra feet under the blind without bending to look. Usually it's two, but sometimes four. The smooth steel acts as

a soundboard for the sounds of gagging and thighs slapping within. However, amplification is not required to hear my moans of pleasure. I must hurry with tonight's number five because my husband waits for me outside the bar.

***

Nineteen, my first time, a discreet motel, not romantic but the real thing at last. He was older, mysterious, probably had a wife or girlfriend, but a fan of inexperienced flesh. No strings attached. His figure imposing to mine, muscular, hairy, and well-endowed. I was petite, soft, but willing. He knew what he was doing, I didn't. Impressive stamina, controlled dominance, multiple orgasms for me, and a plentiful one for him that adorned my tummy. Days after, when I replayed the night, I sexted him. Telling him that he was a fun time and opening the possibility for more.

***

He woke when the blinds opened. One of her nipples, and then the other, rolled over him. He looked out the sleeper car window. It was pink early morning the train was passing little houses cars were waiting for the train to pass. She grabbed his penis, already a little hard, and began stroking it gently. Do you want to show them? she asked, her thick bush rubbing against

him as she straddled him. Show them what? he asked, fully aroused. This, she replied, as she buried him inside her cleft in the sunlight, and the people watched their happiness.

***

Kneeling at your desk, I slide hands from hips to beasts, firmly messaging the flesh. I suck a nipple, lisp shiny with wetness trailed

from you're slippery pussy. A sign escapes when teeth connect and nip. A hiss. The bugle strains my underwear. I'm dying to hike your pencil skirt, peel panties aside, and bury my cock in your fiery count. I expect the affect I'm having will trigger your organism, hands tugging my head between supple thighs to finish you.

You reach passed me instead. Strike a red line through my manuscript. Scrawl: Try Harder, and push me away.

***

Locked in a steamy embrace, she quivered with desire as his fingers teased her delicate folds while the water rained down. Her first orgasm

was quick and intense but only made her want more. Grasping her hands, he held her arms over her head against the wall, fingers intertwined. His rigid member needed no guidance finding its treasured target. Deliberate moves made her crazy with need. Faster, please! I need to cum now!

He plunged into her until her body quaked, filling her with his hot seed. Shower sex—the perfect way for busy couples to multitask!

***

Samuel spat on his hands and smiled. Goddess Patricia's hypnotic suggestions were clear. He was not allowed to jerk his cock but he could stroke another. He grabbed Anthony's shaft and pumped, pumped, pumped. Anthony felt the pressure building, restless fingers eager to join in on the fun, but he too was forbidden to touch himself. Only another servant's dong would please him. Luckily, Walter was right there,

beside him. And Walter grabbed Bob's. And Bob yanked Mark's. And Mark pulled Luke's. Goddess Patricia laughed as the masturbatory train continued, one hundred more carriages in waiting.

***

I find beauty in things others discard, so I bought the abandoned house. It first happened when undressing. I dismissed the arousing breath against my crotch as the breeze through the open window. In bed, however, I wondered if the sheet or something else grazed my cock? When billowing sheers settled, outlining a female form, I knew.

I was not alone. Night after night, I awakened to titillating kisses, prefacing warm touches, and squeezing sensations, always leading to euphoric eruptions. Until one night, I awoke with my knees sliding underneath me, propping my ass. A curious longing held me still.

***

A strip of leather, with a tassel at either end, each made of about two-dozen eight-inch long leather strips bound with cord. I'd removed it from a bag I'd bought in a charity shop, because I don't like fussy detail on things. It lay on my sewing table waiting for an alternative use. It wasn't

long before it had one. Idly, I picked it up, holding it between the two tassels, and slapped my inner arm. A pleasing sting. Not very painful, but several more slaps, and the skin was reddened. I added it to my collection of toys.

***

She'd dumped him seriously, pneumatic blonds from fucking accounts

count. Glammed up, Sarah needed a man-free cocktail. The leather dyke was empathetic, flirtatious. packing. Back in Sarah's apartment, the BBC strappy took her, animalistic relentless fucking. Being used liquified her gaping cunt. A first monster multiple cums had wracked and wrecked her.

Food? Sarah eventually whimpered. The dyke's hand slid lasciviously along the gooey girl-cock, Energize, then fuck again. Steaks sizzling, she pondered accompanying vegetables. Sarah's mobile pinged her ex's stiff dick-pic, the prick adding, Missing this! Of course, she whispered, texted then grabbed the baby carrots from the fridge.

***

He slid his hands up her dress and probed her intimately with his fingers. You're drenched, he said, licking her juices off one finger and offering her the other. She seductively sucked her nectar from it and asked, Then what are you waiting for? He raised an eyebrow, spread her legs, and slid inside her, coating his cock with her honey. Their bodies moved in an erotic rhythm until they exploded together. He pulled out and watched his seed run down her inner thigh. Proof for your man that I fucked you, he grinned, leaving. Same time

next week? Mmm-hmm!

***

She lay, wrist covering eyes, stretched out, awake. He was in the bathroom. Her legs were arched, gash open, the wild dark blonde hairs, the red lips. She began to touch herself, gently, rhythmically. She could hear him moving around the room. She kept at it, wrist over

eyes, hand flicking. His movement stopped. But she didn't, and almost too soon, her body tensed and shook and softened. And then his sound, like someone coming up for air. She opened her eyes, and she saw him, hand dripping, cock dripping, mouth open, eyes closed. They smiled at each other.

***

She prepared herself for me, in a gossamer-thin black silk negligee, It draped across her form like mist. Her large nipples were stiff with excitement it wasn't just my presence, but the feel of the silk gently massaging their tips. To stroke her cheek, drawing my finger along her jawline and down her neck, things that make her body, show its need. The way her body hungers for more, as I kiss her silk-covered nipples. Then, loosing myself in folds of silk and her velvet. Her cries of

pleasure pierce the evening sky as rapture descends.

***

You want pain in the butt? in her cute French accent. Her go-to phrase as a reply to my not-so-subtle advances. They are a bit hit-and-miss, strongly leaning on the miss. Well, one out of ten is rewarding enough.

She must mean that I am a pain in the butt. Minx. Then again, I've never been averse to spanking—or yet pegging. Given we share our flat, get along well and are open, advances come often. From both sides. It's only now with a baguette protruding from my posterior that I

realize the keyword may have been lost in translation. Literally.

***

No, one, will, ever, know, except, the, two, of, us, she said, and with each word she tapped the wet tip of his cock, making it twitch. Yes, yes, he said, begging her. But please, just, now, please. He was babbling now. Ten minutes ago, he had been the image of calm. What was he scared of? Her? Himself? She knelt over him, her dark bush touching his cock just slightly. She reached down, grazing his cock, past his tight, tight balls, to the spot where it would all begin, and then begin again.

***

Inch by inch, his rigid manhood disappeared into her mouth. She eased back, then took him deeper. Guiding his hands to her red locks, she encouraged him to push her head down until her nose touched his belly. She slid her tongue down, licking his balls while she devoured him.

Thrust after thrust had him ready to burst as he enjoyed this decadent oral pleasure. When he could hold back no longer, he cried out, Oh, fuck, yes! and emptied himself deep into her throat. She swallowed every drop and looked up innocently. Did that please you, sir?

***

I'm curled to his back when the sun wakes me. I drape my arm over him, finding his cock, hard as I'd known it would be, throbbing. When the sun rises, so does he, just as reliably. I stroke him his hot, thick weight causing my body to respond, sensitive tissues engorging and growing moist, and when he rolls onto his back and whispers, Good morning, I'm ready. Some days it's a feast of coupling, leaving the sheets tangled and sweaty other days - today - work beckons, so I mount him and ride forward joyously to greet the day.

***

Seductively, he lifted her chemise over her head and took her voluptuous breasts into his hands, squeezing them gently, eliciting a sensual moan. With patient fingers, he unhooked her bra and let it fall away, allowing him to take one luscious, pink nipple into his mouth and the

other between his finger and his thumb. This exquisite nipple play drove her insane with desire as she endured the erotic torment of intimate pleasure. Fuck me now! she cried. Darling, foreplay shouldn't be rushed. She pouted. He laughed and gave in, of course. Next time, let's try for five minutes.