It is now late Sunday night and the weekend is over and what
a weekend it had been. I had meet Kelli a few months ago and she
had warned me that she has been working on a project that was
really bazaar and had asked if I would consider helping her if
she needed any help. Kelli is a very beautiful girl..somwhat
into the western style.. jeans, boots, etc.. she is also a stout
built woman.. 5′4″ around 135 pounds.. long black hair that
reaches her hips, oh yes and her age is around 25. Tho we have
only had sex 4 times.. it has been fantastic each time and
somewhat conventional (at least to my standards and up until this
weekend).
Kelli called me at work Friday and asked if I could help her
with some chores around the barn this weekend and explained that
there would be plenty of time for some fun. “Just bring a few
things and plan on staying here until work Monday” she said
playfully. “Sounds good to me” I replied “see ya ’round 7:00″. (more…)
My first wife,Betty,was what you’d call a nice girl–pretty,honey-blonde,
soft-spoken,dependable,reserved.Our love life wasn’t much though…not what
I’d hoped for when we got married.She seemed to have inhibitions about any
but the most “normal” sex acts,and I couldn’t get a handle on them.However,
sometimes she seemed to hesitate before saying no,and I eventually persuaded
her to tell me why.
It turned out that she’d had fantasies about doing all sorts of things,but
out of guilt she’d always envisioned them as happening to an alter ego who
she called Nita.”Nita is a bad girl”,she told me.
“Well..couldn’t you be Nita for me in bed?” I asked her.
She shook her head.”I’d still know I’m Betty”,she said.I thought about that. (more…)
It had been months since I had seen him. Three months to be exact,
three months of loneliness and frustration of the emotional and
sexual kind. The intensely sexual kind. Three months of becoming
literally a mistress of the art of masturbation and self-pleasuring.
Three months of experience which I couldn’t wait to share with Brian.
These were the thoughts that filtered through the sleepiness of my
jet-lagged brain as I stared out the tiny fiberglass window of the
plane. Not that there was anything to see but the fluffy whiteness
of clouds, so there was no view to distract me from my contemplation.
And considering the reunion soon to be at hand, I could think of
little else but finally ending three months worth of gruelling
celibacy. (more…)
The time was 3:15, and the last guest has just left our New Year’s Eve party.
Although the place is a mess, we are very happy because the party went so
well. Also, we know that now we have our own personal celebration to look
forward to. After all, we have to start off the new year right!!!
I take you by the hand into the bedroom; our shadows dancing in the candle’s
glow. We sit down on the edge of the bed, next to the icebucket & champagne I
strategically placed earlier in the evening. I pour us both a glass, and we
sip on the champagne as we look into each other’s eyes. Slowly we come to
each other and join in a soft kiss; the bubbles from the champagne tickling
our tongues as we meet. Our hands gently caress each other as we kiss deeply
and passionately. My hands find your breasts, and feel your nipples poking
through your blouse. I start to massage your breasts, and I can tell by your
beating heart that you wish me to continue.
By now we have broken our kiss, and I begin to kiss your neck, biting gently
as I go. You tilt your head back and allow me full access to your neck, and I
am more than happy to oblige. I make my way up to your ear, and softly nibble
on your lobe. You feel my warm breath in your ear as I lightly trace your
outer ear with my tongue. Your soft sigh confirms that you are pleased.
My hands in the meantime have also been quite busy. I grab the bottom of
your blouse & begin to pull it over your head. As I slowly raise it the
fabric rubs against your pert nipples, sending shivers through your body. I
pause my kissing of your neck long enough to get the blouse over your head,
and also to get a view of your firm breasts in the soft candlelight. My
shadow rests between them, and I know that soon I will be there also. (more…)
