Joy Trail Raven Raley

I lay on the couch, my head in his lap. Staring up at him I realize how
lucky I am to be where I am. He slowly and absentmindedly plays with my
dark hair as he sits entranced by the movie we rented. All I can
think of his how wonderful he looks. His deep green eyes and soft white
skin. How his lean frame looks as he stands under the running water of
a hot shower in the morning. How his light brown hair stands on end in the
when he drags himself out of bed, awakened by an obnoxious alarm clock.

I think…I can’t wait until the movie is over. Maybe I’ll get up and
draw a hot bubble bath so it’s ready. Not sure I can move, his
carressing has put me in such a deep state of relaxation. My mind
starts to wander again. The bath will be nice. He will blow bubbles in
my face and I will lean back against him so my bottom rests in between
his legs. Maybe he will wash my hair and back, or maybe we’ll just relax
and listen to the soft music in the background. The candle will start
to flicker, reminding us that we really should go to bed for we have a
full day ahead of us. (more…)

“Oh babe, what a magnificent cock you have. That was better
than I ever imagined it could be.”

“What do you mean, better than you imagined it could be?”

“I thought that was clear enough”

“You mean you never…”

“Never what, you mean…fucked in the ASS…or fucked in the
ass by YOU?”

“Well I guess you have ass fucked before, so you must mean
me, right?”

“That’s very presumptuous of yourself, to think that hard
cock still twitching in my ass is that good.”

“Then this WAS your first?”

“Yeah, and boy did it…you, live up to expectations.”

“Well to tell the truth it was my first time too.”

“No, don’t bull shit me. The way you slipped it in, so
smooth and gentle. I was ready for the fucking of my rosy little
anus. Fred told me you were well hung.”

“Fred? And what else has he told you about me?”

“Oh, let’s just say, more than enough, if this performance
was any indication.”

“God, your ass is tight and so…so sleek…I think I could
get hard again just looking at it. Not to mention the fact your
tight little hole still has a death grip on it.” (more…)

I could feel her warmth slide around me, at first uncertain of the long-
awaited intrusion but then opening eagerly to my faster strokes. The sound
of us, of our bodies, mixed with the rain now beginning to fall outside,
the thunder every moment coming closer. I could feel her begin to lose
control of her emotions, to open herself to pure pleasure, and my intensity
increased as the same time, rocking harder and breathing deeply as she rode
up and down me, tightening her inner muscles as I retracted and loosening
as I re-entered each time. Finally the outside world became immaterial,
the TV, the apartment, the rain, and we exploded together there on the
living room floor, abruptly lessening the pace and returning to stillness.

“Hold on a second, I gotta close the windows.” she said.

We rolled off the couch onto the floor, pushing the makeshift coffee table
out of the way and laughing as the beer cans rolled across the room,
rocking our bodies together in unison, her breasts in my hands and her
hands searching my back, my arms, my chest. A rumble of thunder sounded in
the distance as the wind picked up, signs of an upcoming storm. I writhed
with her, feeling the warmth of her clit as she rocked against my fingers,
the tiredness of her face overcome with pleasure, a smile appearing on sad
lips. Ellen grabbed me and pulled me close, insistent upon immediate
satisfaction, begging me with her eyes and pushing her hips against mine.

A quick motion and she removed my shirt, leaving my work-tired chest bare
to the room, kissing me down my neck and then holding me tight. Her blond
hair fell against the cushion behind her, spreading out broadly and
contrasting with the darkness of the room. With her help we removed her
shirt and tank-top bra, leaving two small round breasts for my attentions.
She too had worked most of the afternoon and night, and our worn bodies
ached for release, for an excuse to be tired and dirty. I alternately
kissed her and ran my fingers across her stomach, teasing toward her
breasts until finally catching them with my mouth, one by one, adoring and
worshiping her with every motion.

Our pants huddled together in one little mass at the foot of the sofa,
liberating our bodies and letting the sexual tension build higher. She
rolled me over onto my back and moved to the floor, deftly taking me into
her mouth and edging me slowly on, the black and white images of the TV
reflecting on the ceiling and across her smooth back. I wanted her, wanted
her next to me, holding me, pushing me, being tough and charming. She was
strong, in control of the situation and I was being controlled by her
desires, her breasts heaving with her respiration and her legs slowly
beginning to shake from excitement.