Dinner and dessert…
Birds dressed and on ice, the last thing to do before dinner was to clean up. Walking up the staircase with his hand on her arse she was falling into a sizzling fantasy. He knew it too. “I’ll take over from here”, her lover whispered as he undressed her, placing her gently on his bed. She was still wet from her own pleasuring. He enjoyed her with all his tongue could give. She arched her back fiercely as they played.
Forcefully he grabbed both her wrists and lifted her out of his bed and marched her into the shower. The wild defiant look in her eye told him she did not like to be interrupted. But, as his hands went from forceful to gentle she began to smile, enjoying the way he was washing every inch of her body. He asked her to sit so he could shave her and she obliged. Then it was her turn. He leaned spread eagle against the shower wall while she soaped him from his ankles to his face, with a little extra hand washing of his arse. When he turned to face her she could not resist him, all of him. There was something so exciting about the way she got after it. He groaned with delight. “Ohhhh, there’s really no time for this.” He moaned. “Oh?” she laughed with her mouth full. But she consented to stop, save it for later. Out of the shower they toweled each other off.
His gentle toweling caused her to become very quiet, very submissive. She knew what was happening. His kisses became gentle as though she was a baby. His touches carried the same tenderness. He was handling her like glass, like a precious gift. As he dressed her he watched the delight in her eyes. She was his pleasure. As he held her he whispered how turned on he became seeing her with his friend. “Will you please me, will you let me share you?” he whispered. The smile on her face, the look in her eye, her touch told him…yes. Time slowed as they gazed into each other’s soul. His thoughts were about how best to present her, to show her off. Her thoughts were about pleasing her lover, being his perfect gift.
‘DINNER!!!” the friend shouted at the bottom of the staircase. His bellowing shocked them back into reality.
She descended the staircase; her beauty hit the friend between the eyes like buckshot. She became the main course of conversation at the meal. Both studs flirting, joking, and laughing with their beauty. Carrying their dishes to the kitchen, she accidentally, well, maybe intentionally, backed into the friend. Turning to catch her, the friend threw his arms around her waist. “Oh my, I’m sorry,” he said looking at her lover. “Feels pretty good, eh?” her lover laughed. The friend seemed choked as his arms slowly left her waist, but not before a parting brush to her backside. She pressed into his hand for a hot second. Her lover pressed into her front side as placed his wares in the sink. This made her a delicious sandwich between the two. “Share dessert?” her lover asked his friend. She smiled and squirmed and they were hot! From the front her lover’s hands went straight to her hot spot; the friend began the same from behind. This sent her into frenzy. Two different hands probing in and out, playing with her clit, her lips. One hand was familiar, the other was new, and as good as she thought. “Let’s go out on the porch”, her lover laughed. “You guys go get comfy and I’ll clean up this mess”, the friend laughed back.
It was a hot evening, the locust were humming their song, the screen door opens with a screech and then slams
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Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Tuesday, January 9, 2007
A Good Hunt Part Two
………Early morning
He woke her up by massaging her . He experienced such sensations from the evening before that he could not resist. He was addicted. She swept her long brown hair to the side; smiled at him from the corner of those blue eyes, told him she liked this wake up call. She became excited in an instant and wanted him to enjoy all of it. Slowly he started his enjoyment…. so relaxed. It wasn’t long before she was begging for more. He played. When he felt her relax he played even more. By now she was begging. But he would deny her request and continue his play. He just wanted to tease her. She could not believe his tongue and hands. She was so excited, he tried to take it all. When she calmed he finished himself. They napped awhile then talked about what they enjoy and, what they would enjoy in the coming evening.
Up and out of bed, they hit the steamy shower. “Would you shave me?” she asked. “Not until tonight”, he replied. “Would you braid my hair?” she laughed. “Nope.” he laughed back. “Well, will you play with me?” as she squeezed herself for him. He could NOT let go of that opportunity and didn’t let go of her until she was begging him to stop. He didn’t stop right away. Dried and dressed he hurried downstairs to get his guns, dog and meet her surprise…his best hunting buddy.
She was dressing when she saw a truck heading up the driveway. Walking out onto the porch of the mansion, she gently rubbed herself. Wonder who this is she thought. She was anxious to hit the fields with her lover. Hair braided, dressed, she hurried down the oak staircase only to run smack into ‘him’. He grabbed her and begged for forgiveness. She begged to be in his arms a little longer. Her lover explained this was his hunting buddy and he would join them. The beauty smiled at both of them as though she already knew what was ahead. “I’m glad you like my friend.” he said as they walked to the truck, gazing into her blue eyes. Those blue eyes watched his friend all morning long. A fantasy stirs in her mind.
Finally, lunch. Watching her two handsome men walk up to the truck she could only imagine what it would be like to have both of them. He walked up to his beauty and planted a steamy kiss on her. She loved the way his tongue felt in her mouth…. strong and hot. Of course he pinched her and she squealed just a bit. The friend laughed, until she reached up and planted a hot kiss on him. “Take that!” her lover laughed at his friend.
Little did her lover know his friend had his own fantasy starting to brew. The friend watched her prepare the tailgate meal. Hummingbird arse, he wondered how it would feel. Beautiful ripped arms, pretty manicured hands he could see on his body. What would it be like to run his hands down her body? Would she moan with delight? He thought so. What if her lover kissed the back of her neck and he pressed into her from the front. Whew, he needed to take care of the bulge in his jeans. Need food…….
She watched as they teased each other about missed shots. Anticipation of the possibility of having both of them excited her. She noticed both of them were staring. She was absolutely turned on at the sight of his friend. If the friend only knew how his strong body, dark hair, and searing brown eyes had her hot. Well, maybe he did. How much would she let him have? How much would he take? Take all you want, give nothin’ back she thought. What would be his best move? Could she handle all of him? Thoughts of him undressing her drove her wild. Thoughts turned to action as they walked back into the fields; she pleasured herself with thoughts of having both her lover and his friend. From her head to her feet she felt all of him.
All of this was working out very well.
He woke her up by massaging her . He experienced such sensations from the evening before that he could not resist. He was addicted. She swept her long brown hair to the side; smiled at him from the corner of those blue eyes, told him she liked this wake up call. She became excited in an instant and wanted him to enjoy all of it. Slowly he started his enjoyment…. so relaxed. It wasn’t long before she was begging for more. He played. When he felt her relax he played even more. By now she was begging. But he would deny her request and continue his play. He just wanted to tease her. She could not believe his tongue and hands. She was so excited, he tried to take it all. When she calmed he finished himself. They napped awhile then talked about what they enjoy and, what they would enjoy in the coming evening.
Up and out of bed, they hit the steamy shower. “Would you shave me?” she asked. “Not until tonight”, he replied. “Would you braid my hair?” she laughed. “Nope.” he laughed back. “Well, will you play with me?” as she squeezed herself for him. He could NOT let go of that opportunity and didn’t let go of her until she was begging him to stop. He didn’t stop right away. Dried and dressed he hurried downstairs to get his guns, dog and meet her surprise…his best hunting buddy.
She was dressing when she saw a truck heading up the driveway. Walking out onto the porch of the mansion, she gently rubbed herself. Wonder who this is she thought. She was anxious to hit the fields with her lover. Hair braided, dressed, she hurried down the oak staircase only to run smack into ‘him’. He grabbed her and begged for forgiveness. She begged to be in his arms a little longer. Her lover explained this was his hunting buddy and he would join them. The beauty smiled at both of them as though she already knew what was ahead. “I’m glad you like my friend.” he said as they walked to the truck, gazing into her blue eyes. Those blue eyes watched his friend all morning long. A fantasy stirs in her mind.
Finally, lunch. Watching her two handsome men walk up to the truck she could only imagine what it would be like to have both of them. He walked up to his beauty and planted a steamy kiss on her. She loved the way his tongue felt in her mouth…. strong and hot. Of course he pinched her and she squealed just a bit. The friend laughed, until she reached up and planted a hot kiss on him. “Take that!” her lover laughed at his friend.
Little did her lover know his friend had his own fantasy starting to brew. The friend watched her prepare the tailgate meal. Hummingbird arse, he wondered how it would feel. Beautiful ripped arms, pretty manicured hands he could see on his body. What would it be like to run his hands down her body? Would she moan with delight? He thought so. What if her lover kissed the back of her neck and he pressed into her from the front. Whew, he needed to take care of the bulge in his jeans. Need food…….
She watched as they teased each other about missed shots. Anticipation of the possibility of having both of them excited her. She noticed both of them were staring. She was absolutely turned on at the sight of his friend. If the friend only knew how his strong body, dark hair, and searing brown eyes had her hot. Well, maybe he did. How much would she let him have? How much would he take? Take all you want, give nothin’ back she thought. What would be his best move? Could she handle all of him? Thoughts of him undressing her drove her wild. Thoughts turned to action as they walked back into the fields; she pleasured herself with thoughts of having both her lover and his friend. From her head to her feet she felt all of him.
All of this was working out very well.
Thursday, January 4, 2007
A Good Hunt
The beginning…………….
Quite by chance they were seated facing each other. He was headed west for a few days of hunting. She was ‘hunting’ as well. She had long brownish blonde hair and electric blue eyes. His rugged good looks were breathtaking. Stolen looks turned into long hard stares. She noticed the hardness in his jeans growing. She teased him by taking off her jacket to reveal a tight pink sweater. He stared at what was going on under her sweater and smiled.
Suddenly she broke off the stare. “What’s wrong hot shot?” he asked, “Can’t take it?”
“I can take all of you”, she replied with a beautiful smile. He rubbed his jeans, she sat in revealing comfort, just a hint of her showed. He could not take his eyes off of her, any part of her. She motioned for him to come sit beside her. He stood up towering over her for a second so his zipper would be in her face; she ran her hands over him and squeezed just enough. By the time he sat beside her she had run her hands where he wanted. She placed a finger on his lips. He obliged with his tongue. That was not the last time he would hear her moan.
She turned a bit more to face him, swept her flowing hair back. “What are you hunting?” she asked. He couldn’t resist her any longer. “These.” He said as he stared at her sweater and quite to his delight, her body responded. “Come with me?” he asked. She asked him to pinch tighter before she nodded her head yes. The train slowed, they both stood to gather their composure. Suddenly the train jerked to a stop. Thrown together, he held her from behind running his hands down her sides to her arse and back up to her breasts. She melted into him in a way he could not believe.
His mansion was close to the station, so they walked. The closer they got the faster the walk. He could not take his eyes off her flowing hair and beautiful eyes. She could not keep her hand off his arse. Anticipation was building.
With his hand on the base of her neck he whisked her into his paradise. On every wall hangs a trophy bird or fish or four-legged creature. Plush furniture and carpets fill every room. Sunlight turns to prisms through the etched glass windows. His home stirs her soul. Is this a dream?
While he starts a fire she heats up on her own. Slowly she removes her clothes; he does a double take as he looks up from the hearth. So, he just leans back on his elbows and enjoys the show. Twisting and grinding she twirls her ass down to his face. She plays; he plays. Running his fingers down her back, he smacks her arse hard enough to leave a handprint. The stroke of his hand more than once gets them to boiling. Looking over at the small solid game table, looking back at her arse, he smiles. “Perfect fit,” he thinks. Standing up he takes the beauty from behind and whispers his desire to have her. He leads her over to the table. She’s just a bit defiant. Deliberately he bends her over the table, stretches out her arms, and instructs her not to move. “Watch me,” he demands. She doesn’t twitch as she watches him undress then remove four white silk ties from a drawer. He secures her outstretched arms to the top of the table legs. Her legs spread are tied to the bottoms. Pressing his chest to her back he feels her body respond to his sensations. The slow love dance starts with kisses to the back of her neck. Kisses slowly proceed south. With strength and skill the warrior begins to dominate her body, her thoughts. Each move intensifies her desire to surrender more to him. THEN…total surrender. The gates of her temple thrown open, he is welcomed in. Part of him disappears, she appears in his heart.
Delicate treatment of his spoils and tender intimacy continue well into late evening.
.....to be continued
Quite by chance they were seated facing each other. He was headed west for a few days of hunting. She was ‘hunting’ as well. She had long brownish blonde hair and electric blue eyes. His rugged good looks were breathtaking. Stolen looks turned into long hard stares. She noticed the hardness in his jeans growing. She teased him by taking off her jacket to reveal a tight pink sweater. He stared at what was going on under her sweater and smiled.
Suddenly she broke off the stare. “What’s wrong hot shot?” he asked, “Can’t take it?”
“I can take all of you”, she replied with a beautiful smile. He rubbed his jeans, she sat in revealing comfort, just a hint of her showed. He could not take his eyes off of her, any part of her. She motioned for him to come sit beside her. He stood up towering over her for a second so his zipper would be in her face; she ran her hands over him and squeezed just enough. By the time he sat beside her she had run her hands where he wanted. She placed a finger on his lips. He obliged with his tongue. That was not the last time he would hear her moan.
She turned a bit more to face him, swept her flowing hair back. “What are you hunting?” she asked. He couldn’t resist her any longer. “These.” He said as he stared at her sweater and quite to his delight, her body responded. “Come with me?” he asked. She asked him to pinch tighter before she nodded her head yes. The train slowed, they both stood to gather their composure. Suddenly the train jerked to a stop. Thrown together, he held her from behind running his hands down her sides to her arse and back up to her breasts. She melted into him in a way he could not believe.
His mansion was close to the station, so they walked. The closer they got the faster the walk. He could not take his eyes off her flowing hair and beautiful eyes. She could not keep her hand off his arse. Anticipation was building.
With his hand on the base of her neck he whisked her into his paradise. On every wall hangs a trophy bird or fish or four-legged creature. Plush furniture and carpets fill every room. Sunlight turns to prisms through the etched glass windows. His home stirs her soul. Is this a dream?
While he starts a fire she heats up on her own. Slowly she removes her clothes; he does a double take as he looks up from the hearth. So, he just leans back on his elbows and enjoys the show. Twisting and grinding she twirls her ass down to his face. She plays; he plays. Running his fingers down her back, he smacks her arse hard enough to leave a handprint. The stroke of his hand more than once gets them to boiling. Looking over at the small solid game table, looking back at her arse, he smiles. “Perfect fit,” he thinks. Standing up he takes the beauty from behind and whispers his desire to have her. He leads her over to the table. She’s just a bit defiant. Deliberately he bends her over the table, stretches out her arms, and instructs her not to move. “Watch me,” he demands. She doesn’t twitch as she watches him undress then remove four white silk ties from a drawer. He secures her outstretched arms to the top of the table legs. Her legs spread are tied to the bottoms. Pressing his chest to her back he feels her body respond to his sensations. The slow love dance starts with kisses to the back of her neck. Kisses slowly proceed south. With strength and skill the warrior begins to dominate her body, her thoughts. Each move intensifies her desire to surrender more to him. THEN…total surrender. The gates of her temple thrown open, he is welcomed in. Part of him disappears, she appears in his heart.
Delicate treatment of his spoils and tender intimacy continue well into late evening.
.....to be continued
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
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