Joy Trail Raven Raley

solo teen
my girl friend Justice and her favorite sex toy

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…)

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.

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.

After a brief exchange of dialog with “Grandi,” as I called him, I sat down
at the corner table of the now empty cafe, facing the window so I could
watch the street as the new waitress put away the last dishes and wiped off
the tables. She looked like someone who was in a losing battle with life
after too many bad experiences, but willing to continue the fight. Grandi
locked the door and shut down most of the lights, pointing to the new
waitress and saying, “Hey, meet Ellen, she’s a-starting tonight; she’s a
new in town” as he disappeared into the kitchen to help his wife finish up
the cleaning. The expresso machine complained loudly as it dripped out the
last cup of the night.

She would exit to the sidewalk every few minutes and check her customers,
filling a cup of coffee or taking away a plate, only to stand in the
doorway for a moment and look off down the street before disappearing back
into the cafe. Her medium-length wavy bleached-blond hair moved strangely,
witness to damage from repeated styling. Even her clothes looked rough,
her knee-length jeans fighting her as she walked, her white t-shirt half
untucked and hanging crooked, but all the elements brought her a certain
exotic aire, made her look strong-willed and confident.

The cooler night air began to appear, rustling through the trees as it
wandered down the street and through the cafe. After the Spaniards went
onward, we brought in the sidewalk furniture and turned off the exterior
lights, closing shop for another day. I was still wide awake and the now
refreshing air begged me to stay outdoors for a while more, to go over to
the Italia and chat with the owner, sit at one of those black marble tables
and drink a strong cappuchino. The waitress was clearing her last sidewalk
table as I went inside, carefully balancing plates and glasses on a big
gray Rubbermaid tray as she glanced at me out of the corner of her eye.

I’m sitting on the deck of my beach condo, when I see a
beautiful young girl walking down the beach. As she nears, I
realize it is Crystal, a girl I have met a few times at parties.
She doesn’t notice me and stops and sits on the steps of my
deck. She seems sad for some reason, so I call down to her. “Hi,
Crystal, how’re you doing?” She turns and I see her lovely face
framed in fine red hair.
“Oh, hi Dave, I guess I’ll live.”
“That sounds serious,” I reply. “Care to join me for a
drink?”
“I could use one right now,” she says as she climbs the steps
and sits across from me. I have a pitcher of golden margaritas
on the table and I pour her one. Crystal takes it and downs half
of it. (more…)

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