“Oh my god Jake.” she called out before her pussy began to clench around his moving finger. Her hips lifted off the bed but Jake pushed them back down as he continued to suck on her clit until her orgasm had subsided. Jake removed his fingers and brought them up to April’s mouth. April sucked her juices off of them greedily as Jake moved up over her. He removed his fingers and kissed her letting April taste her juices on his lips as well. Jake pulled away from her and positioned himself so that his hips were directly above hers. He guided his cock over her slit; making it wet with her juices before positioning it so that his head was just pushing into her. He balanced himself and began to push into her pussy slowly until he was all the way in. April moaned loudly as his thick cock filled her and brought her hands up to her breasts squeezing them and pinching the nipples between her fingers. She looked up at Jake and couldn’t help it when her breath caught in her throat, why she didn’t know, or didn’t want to admit.
Jake caught her eyes and watched her face as he slid out of her half way then just as slowly slid back in. Picking up his pace he slid in and out of her a few more times before getting a good rhythm.
Jake pulled all the way out of April and grabbed her arms pulling her into a sitting position. April quickly kissed him before he turned her so that she was on her hands and knees looking away from him. Jake leaned over her back and kissed her cheek before slipping his thick cock into her pussy again. He placed his hands on her hips and began to push in and out of her slow at first then faster. Jake reached under April and squeezed her breasts as he pounded into her pussy. April reached under them and slid her fingers over her large clit, rubbing it gently. Jake pinched her nipples and April moaned loudly, grunting every time Jake buried his cock in her pussy. She could feel an orgasm building up again and began to rub her clit even faster. Jake could feel how tight April was getting as her pussy and body tensed. Jake picked up his pace while April moaned loudly calling out his name as she came. He had to let go of her breasts and hold onto her hips so that she didn’t collapse under him. When April had regained herself Jake began to pump in and out of her again. His cock grew as he felt his own orgasm building up. Jake grabbed onto April’s hips again as he came buried deep inside of her pussy. He moaned loudly as he came and thrust his hips into her with each shot of cum. April grunted as he shot his load into her pussy and closed her eyes in ecstasy.
Jake pulled out of her and turned April so that she was laying down on the comforter looking up at him. His cock was now getting soft and the sweat that had broken out over their bodies was chilling in the cold air. April smiled up at him and Jake smiled back. “How about a shower to clean up; then a bit of sleep? You’ll need your energy for tomorrow.” Jake told her breaking into a laugh when he saw the look on April’s face. He pulled her up and towards the bathroom.
In the shower they washed each other clean then dried off and climbed into April’s bed discarding the comforter to the floor. Jake pulled April’s naked body against his. April tucked her head under Jakes chin and buried her nose against his clean chest. She leaned against him her eyes closed trying to work out the feelings and thoughts floating through her head. She listened as Jakes breath slowed and came out deep and drawn out as he fell farther into sleep. April snuggled up against him again, her mind made up. “I love you.” she whispered into his chest. Jake shifted under her and pulled back looking at her face in the dim light coming from the streetlight outside the bedroom window.
“I know, I love you too.” He said surprising himself and April. He leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth before pulling her against him again.
The End
Gail and Gina and Me
This is a true story. It took place about five years ago, a few months after my divorce. It saved my life.
I’d been married for nearly thirty years to a woman I’d known since I was in high school. Our marriage had been fairly good but with some natural ups and downs. But I don’t want to get into that. Suffice to say, when I come home from work one day and she said, “I need my space. You have to leave.” I was dumbfounded. She’d decided that she no longer loved me and my world crumbled beneath me. Over the next year, things got progressively worse and we were divorced. I was devastated and lost, confused and depressed, lonely and suicidal.
I’d moved into my second home in East Hampton and attempted to keep my life on an even keel. Unfortunately, it was not to be as I saw my business collapse and I discovered that she and her boyfriend, my estate lawyer, had depleted and hidden most of my assets, including the home in which I was living. My life seemed to be in an unstoppable downward spiral and I could not regain my equilibrium. In short, everything had turned to shit.
To make things even worse, I found that I could not find any satisfaction anywhere. I could not even masturbate. I would read erotica, watch erotica and dream erotica but all the stroking could not produce an orgasm. My depression was deep. I began to fantasize about all the different types of sex I was now free to explore but that only left me more frustrated. I was truly at my end point when Gail and Gina bumped into me on the beach.
I’d found my only peace while walking along the ocean in the beautiful and deserted sand. Rarely would someone pass by and then we would nod to each other and keep walking. The sound of the waves and the smell of the salt took me away from my problems and for those few minutes I was centered.
“Ray! Is that you? Where have you been?” I turned to see Gail and Gina walking hand in hand along the beach.
Gail and Gina lived down the road from my house. They’d lived there as a couple for more than ten years. Gail was an established artist whose large canvases graced the lobbies of many majestic office buildings in New York City. Gina was an established poet whose work was published in literary magazines and journals. Both were interesting people, animated and energetic, attractive and worldly. They always seemed very well matched and so happy together.
I’d met them on several occasions - parties, openings and most often, while walking my dog. Gail was the taller of the two, with a lithe and athletic body and sparkling eyes which animated her face. Gina had a deeper, more restrained personality. She was rounder and curvier and her face seemed cherubic and soft. I was always happy to see them. I always found our conversations stimulating and provocative. These were thinking people who seemed to enjoy all that life offered.
“I’ve been hiding.”
I briefly explained that my marriage was over and I tried to minimize the details. But when a person is hurting so deeply, it is difficult to mask and I didn’t do a very good job of it. I knew that they sensed my crisis at once. I felt uncomfortable and I certainly did not want to wallow, especially in front of these neighbors with whom I had such a slight relationship. I found myself sandwiched between them as they each took one arm as we walked back from the beach. Both seemed motherly and consoling and I gradually began to feel relaxed. We reached their house first and they invited me in for coffee but I begged off explaining that I had things to do. Actually, I had nothing to do but I felt that I was imposing upon them. I said my goodbyes and walked back home. It had started to rain lightly and it matched my gloom as I lay down to nap.
It was a few hours later when the phone woke me. It was Gina inviting me over for dinner. She would not let me decline the invitation. I was to be at their house in an hour, no ifs, ands or buts. So I agreed and proceeded to shower and dress. I picked out two bottles of good Tuscan wine and walked down the road.
I’d only been in their home once or twice. It was a space filled with creative energy, filled with interesting objects and fascinating images. Their warmth and hospitality was a welcome change from the dark and foreboding sadness in which I’d been residing. Our dinner was delicious and the wine flowed. Our conversation was about our creative pursuits and never touched upon my marriage. After dinner, we moved out onto their screened porch facing the water and for a few minutes, we drank cognac and took in the environment. I felt utterly relaxed although not quite at peace.
Gina took out a box and began to roll a long thick marijuana cigarette. I was feeling little pain when Gail began to ask me about the future and my plans. Whether it was the wine or the joint, I began to spill my sadness and my fears. It spewed out of me in a profuse cascade of emotion that desperately needed release. I began to cry. Gina, who sat next to me on the couch, wrapped me into her bosom and began to console me and to rock me. I began to apologize and to make a getaway when Gail shushed me and the two began to soothe me. Quietly, they asked me if I meditated, practiced yoga or used any form of holistic relaxation. They began to help me relax with some breathing techniques and I began to settle down. Embarrassed, I told them that I must go but they would hear nothing of it. Gail insisted I stay and join them in their hot tub as it would do me good. She went out onto the deck and turned it on. I agreed to it and said that I would return with my bathing suit.
“Unnecessary,” said Gina, “it will only hinder your enjoyment.”
“Okay, but I think I have to build up my nerve.”
I lit the joint and sipped more cognac and suddenly seemed to enjoy the prospect of getting into the hot tub with a naked pair of lesbians.
In a few minutes, the tub was heated. Gail and Gina left to change and returned in robes carrying towels and a robe for me. I went off to the bathroom where I doffed my clothes and wrapped myself in the fluffy white terry robe. As I came onto the deck, the women were in the tub and letting the warmth and the bubbles do their magic. I disrobed and coyly entered the tub as they made space between each other. Indeed, it was wonderful as I felt my inner tensions dissipate. After a few minutes of this, each took one of my hands and began to massage and work my fingers into limpness. Gail began to rub my neck and shoulders and I groaned in pleasure. I was a bowl of jelly in their hands.
Occasionally, I would feel their breasts touch my skin but it caused no sexual response in me whatsoever. I was a malleable as a piece of clay as they worked on my pressure points. Their combined massage on my toes, my knees, my arms, my shoulders, my neck, my ears, my temple and my lips was blissful. Gina asked me to roll over as they began to knead my back and my buttocks. I was putty in their hands. When they finished, my face was glowing in a huge peaceful smile. Gail said that there was one more technique to do and if I was at all alarmed, I should just relax and that it would be alright. She began to massage the lower part of my stomach just above my penis. She softly pressed and rubbed the glands and the area around my pubic bone. It caused a reaction that I had not experienced in months - I began to get hard. I began to giggle.
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“You’re giving me an erection, ladies, and I haven’t had one in a very long time. You’d better stop or I will embarrass myself further.” “It’s okay, Ray,” said Gail, “you need release…let it go…enjoy it.”
I closed my eyes and let their four hands softly stroke and caress my seven inches. One set of fingers rubbed my testicles and played with my ass. A pair of fingernails ran along the underside. It was heavenly but I wasn’t cumming.
“I really really love this but I think you could do this for hours and I still wouldn’t cum. I haven’t cum in months. I don’t know that I am able to anymore.”
Gina said, “Ridiculous. You have to let go. You have to surrender.” Gail suggested that perhaps it was time we leave the tub.
I watched them as they left the tub and began to dry off. It was the first time I looked at their bodies. I noticed the differences and the similarities. Both were shaven. Both had the same tattoo on their shoulders, a scarab. That is where the similarities ended. Gail had smallish breasts and small nipples, long legs and no ass. Gina had full round breasts, her nipples were large and somewhat oval, her ass was a soft booty and her vaginal lips were plump and full. Again, my penis stirred.
“Come out of there and come with us,” Gina said as she held open a towel for me. I rose from the tub and allowed them to dry me off and pat me down. My penis was still hard and swinging and they smiled. I took Gail’s outstretched hand as she led me to their large king-sized bed.
Pushing me softly on the bed, I lay between them as they caressed and fondled me.
“I want you to cum, Ray. I want you to release your stress. I want you to let go. Close your eyes and let us help you.”
With my eyes closed, I let their hands roam over me. I felt time slow down. Gina fed me her nipple and mashed her breast into my face. Gail took my hand and tenderly lay her vagina onto it. I stroked it and rubbed my fingers around her generous clitoris. They moaned as they played with me. Gina slid her body along my face until my nose was between her vulva lips and I smelled that musky odor and it thrilled me. Now she licked my penis and sucked in the helmet. These soft, quiet and erotic movements continued for some time as I just stayed hard.
Gail whispered to me, “I want you to open your eyes now. I want you to watch us.”
I moved up to the pillows and began to take in their sensual pas de deux. They kissed so passionately that I moaned in appreciation. Their bodies intertwined and separated, connecting in new forms, they cooed, they giggled. The scissored together as their vaginae met in the exotic dance, their hands playing with each other. The scent of their sex filled the room in a sweet incense. And while this was going on, I had spread my legs wide with one hand pulling and stroking as the other cupped my testicles and I began to groan as the feeling of my semen rose through my testicles and then the base and slowly upward. They noticed my breathing quicken and they began to stroke my thighs. A finger pushed its way into my anus and I felt the pressure against my prostate. A tongue lapped between my balls and that seemed to do it as I let a deep groan escape. Suddenly my penis erupted into ropes of milky fluid shooting in the air. They giggled as they caught it in their mouths, on the faces, on their breasts and in their hands. As my voluminous orgasm subsided, they slid up to my face where we joined in a three-way happy kiss.
“Oh, that was sooooo good. I can’t thank you enough.”
“Oh no, we thank you. That was wonderful for us.”
“I have never seen a man cum before,” said Gina, “I loved it!” And she added, “and you taste pretty good, too!” And we laughed. And I was at peace.
Over the next eight months, they would ask me over. Sometimes it was just dinner, drinks and smoke. Sometimes, we would sit naked on the deck and meditate. Once, after meditation, we sat close together and watched each other masturbate until we each came. Nothing was forbidden, nothing was restrained. I was their “boy toy” and they enjoyed leading out of my darkness and into a liberated world of total sensuality.
They liked to experiment, too. One night, as a nor’easter raged, they asked me over. I was surprised to find other people in their living room, all naked and all enjoying each other; women with women, men with men, combinations shifted and mutated over the next few hours. Vibrators and dildos and other toys lay around the room. We played games like spin the bottle, group massage and body painting. As day ran into night and into early morning, the warmth and collective comfort was amazing. The group sensuality was palpable. Nothing was forbidden. I experienced many firsts that night and it was all good.
One day, Gail told me that they were leaving for the city. Gina had received a diagnosis of cancer and she would be entering Sloan-Kettering. Gail called me several times to update her condition and I traveled into the city to visit her in the hospital. These were upsetting to me as I watched her deteriorate. Gina passed away within the year and many, many people were affected. The funeral was somber. Not long afterwards, their house went up for sale and Gail moved down to Florida.
They saved my life. They freed my soul. I shall love them both forever.
The End
A Night’s Dancing
He sat waiting on the sofa, looking at his watch he made it they were at least half an hour late now. Then she was there in the lounge doorway.
“Sorry I’ve been so long hope you think it’s worth it though.”
It was well worth it she looked even more sensational than usual. Dark hair curled onto her shoulders framing her face her brown eyes sparkled as she smiled at him. The clothes she had chosen as well looked very sexy, a skirt just short enough to tease the eye and a top that showed her figure at it’s best.
“You look good enough to eat.”
“Ooh I hope so.” Her smile lit her face again in a cheeky half grin. “Come on let’s go we’re late”
He rolled his eyes and followed her from the flat, using the time it took to lock the door to check out her ass in the skirt as she walked ahead. Catching her up he slid an arm around her waist letting a hand rest on her hip as they walked to the car, just as he moved to unlock it he leant in kissing her neck letting his tongue trail for a second to the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. He smiled as he saw the goose bumps form on her arm and she shivered ever so slightly under his lips and hand. He used his thumb on the remote key and unlocked the car reaching down and opening the door for her. She stepped into the low car and let her thighs open slightly as she positioned her legs into the foot well. He couldn’t contain a small gasp at the sight of her tanned legs and the way she didn’t pull the skirt back down once she was fully seated. Now he was going to have to try and concentrate with a view like that.
Moving around the car he let himself in and started the engine. Letting it warm for a few seconds before driving off. He hadn’t driven far when he felt her hand gently rest on his leg looking down he saw the pale outline of her fingers and their long nails against the dark of his jeans clad leg. He kept driving glimpsing down at her legs and how high he hem of the skirt was getting as she fidgeted in the seat beside him. At the next lights just as he pulled away he gave a little start, her nail had scraped over the material covering his balls making his cock twitch and stiffen. As he looked at her she just smiled back that cheeky half grin on her face and raised her eyebrow at him. He looked to the road but smiled to himself. Her hand remained and she proceeded to repeat the trick with her nail at every set of lights.
He’d be ready to burst by the time they got to the club at this rate. He was always turned on when they went out; every time she managed to look even sexier than the last, tonight she seemed determined to increase the sexual tension within him.
He parked the car and then moved round to hold the door for her, as she slid her legs out she let the skirt ride even higher making him gasp once more, it would seem she was wearing no knickers under the skirt. Again he felt his cock stir harder at this rate everyone that saw them would know what state he was in.
Fortunately they weren’t so late that they couldn’t get a seat. They found the last empty booth and took the seats, he called the waitress over and they ordered drinks then chatted as much as was possible over the music whilst watching the dance floor and commenting on the people dancing there surmising who they were and why they were there. After a couple of more drinks they were in each others arms in the booth still watching the floor but taking more and more interest in each other. The kisses becoming longer and more passionate only keeping apart when the waitress returned with their order for the fourth time, even then he was a little shocked at how forward she was becoming as her hand never left the crotch area of his jeans all the while the waitress delivered the drinks.
“You want to dance??”
“Are you asking? "
“I’m dancing then”
He smiled, a silly little routine but one that was a kind of trade mark between them. He let her lead to the dance floor again admiring the way she moved as he walked behind her. The music had slowed through the night. Now it was the slow and grinding numbers of the night’s music being wound down by the DJ. They danced close together her head on his shoulder hands on his waist. His hands were on her hips keeping her pulled close to him. As their bodies moved together to the music he felt her lips on his neck and her hands drop lower onto his ass pulling him tighter to her nails digging lightly in with the beat making sure he was pressed tight to her as they moved around the floor. The record changed and she turned way from him pressing into him his hands on the outside of her thighs as they danced so close together. He was now hard again and she moaned softly as she felt it against her ass. Gyrating harder against him smiling as he got even harder. His hands lifted her skirt higher now, loving the way she didn’t seem to care who was watching his lips pressed to her neck teeth occasionally scraping over the sensitive skin eliciting a moan each time.
“Come on lets get some air we’re both far to hot in here.” She whispered to him.
She giggled and wiggled her way quickly towards the door leaving him trailing in her wake as they headed to the exit.
The fresh air hit them, the summer night warm even at this late hour. Laughing she dragged him to her as she leant against the wall kissing him passionately while her hands went to the fly of his jeans fingers fumbling and pulling at the buttons, both sighing as her hand found his cock still hard for her. She gripped him loving the way he was already wet with pre-cum her hand stroking faster then releasing him laughing as she turned her back to him hands up against the wall.
“What if some one else comes out here?”
“It’s dark no one will see, come on I want your cock and I can’t wait”
She pressed back to him lifting her skirt exposing her bare ass. So turned on now he couldn’t care if the whole of the club emptied right next to them. He held her hips pressed his cock to her wet pussy and slid inside her starting to thrust in her building speed wanting her so much loving the way she gripped at his cock then moaned slumping slightly to him allowing the tempo to increase. His hands reached up sliding her top up hands on her breasts through her lacy bra thumbs circling the nipples pinching lightly as his hips thrust to her his hips slapping on her as with each thrust lifting her slightly on her toes. He moved quicker now stopping for less than an instant when the door opened but no one came through. Her arms buckled slightly and she was pressed to the wall rough brick on his hand and her tits as he kept thrusting at her.
She turned her face and smiled to herself he couldn’t see but she could the couple at the other end of the alley watching them as they themselves kissed and touched each other, she stroking his cock as they both watched them between kissing each other with more and more passion.
She reached back gripping his ass pulling him onto her.
“Come on Now, cum for me nowwww”
Her words and touch was all it took and he groaned aloud as his hips jerked to her, Cumming deep inside her his breathing fast and deep gulping for air as waves of passion came over him making his knees weaken momentarily.
Quickly she turned smoothing her top and skirt down.
“Come on you, home now you can recover on the way.”
She led him away turning him so he couldn’t see the other couple, that was something she might or might not tell him later. She smiled though the last she’d seen the woman was in the same position she’d been in minutes before.
The End
Writing Stories
I am sitting here in my little home office writing about the naughty things I have done, and also about things I would like to do - even things I just dream about, fantasies. Some of the stories are so near the truth that it makes me remember the passion or excitement of that incident or adventure. Others are pure fantasy, created entirely in my mind, while some stories are about are things I have been involved with in some way. But all of them are a way of expressing my sexuality.
I always hope, of course, that someone out there reading my story will enjoy it, perhaps even reminding them of their own adventures. At least, I hope, I will make them feel sexy, turned on by my story.
However all these very admirable thoughts are just the ramblings of a thirty-nine year old woman, who has so far had a good and very enjoyable life with lots of sex and romance and married to a man whom she loves more that life itself.
So why do I write stories about sexy adventures? Because it turns me on, makes me so horny that I often can’t wait for my man to return home. Instead I have to use my fingers or one of the toys that he loves to buy for me, to relieve the fantastic feelings generated by my writing down on the screen things that I could never tell a soul about in real life.
I recently wrote a story about a toy that my hubby gave me. Well, that’s not exactly true; I think he bought it for himself to torment me with. Whatever his intentions it works like magic. It is one of those egg devices that inserts deep inside my pussy. Normally these come with a cord and a switch, giving the wearer or her partner, if he’s close by, the control to thrill and please.
This one was different. It didn’t have a cord. It was controlled by a remote switch. As soon as he gave it to me I knew it was going to cause me some very embarrassing moments. We tried it out and it was rather nice. He could sit in the lounge while I was cooking his dinner and by just flicking his remote on several yards away, the toy would send shivers through my body.
Perhaps I should tell you a little about our relationship. I am naturally submissive. I have no problem with being his little wife. We are not the more acceptable equal partners of our generation, coupled to the fact he is very forceful and slightly domineering. I suppose we make a perfect pair.
For those who haven’t read my story ‘Toys’, I’ll briefly recall what happened one time when he suggested I wear the egg out to dinner one evening. I didn’t argue, just did as he asked, making sure I wore a tight pair of panties to prevent any disasters as the egg can slip out if I’m not careful, but only when I come.
He had to try it out in the car on the journey and several times during the evening. But I have told the story so I won’t bore you with repeated details. Suffice it to say by the time we got home I was more than ready for anything he wanted of me.
I had that very sexy memory implanted in my head for all time, but when I wrote about it I got so turned on I had to give myself several climaxes while sitting at the keyboard,. Then as soon as he got home we made oh! Such passionate love in the hall. I didn’t even give him time to take his coat off.
As I sit here writing this, I’m reliving some of the fantastic things we have done. I’m thinking about them, and putting them into words that may one day be published makes me so horny. I’m always wondering if someone out there is going to read my story and perhaps try out some of the naughty things I have described. Or maybe read it to their partner and make wonderful passionate love encouraged by my ramblings. Who knows? It may be you. Then, of course, there is the feedback. Most of it has been encouraging, helpful and even complimentary. On the other hand there is always going to be someone who hates it and takes the time and effort to say so.
Thank goodness the very negative comments have so far been in the minority, but they can’t take away the excitement of me sitting here, my fingers alternating between the keys and my hot wet pussy, giving myself thrills as I try to thrill others. It’s a win - win situation.
As I said at the start of this story there are three main categories: true, half true and complete fantasy. Of the three, I prefer to let my imagination free to roam over the forbidden, the impractical, or maybe even highly unlikely.
Take today for example; I got up at six fifteen, made my hubby a cup of coffee and kissed him with passion before he left for work. I feel sort of all soft and sexy in the mornings and some of our best lovemaking is done just as we wake up. Sunday mornings are always like that.
He has gone now and I have drunk my coffee. I climb back upstairs intending to get dressed. But as I pass the office door I turn and sit at the computer. At first I just scan the new email. I find some new feedback on my last story and I read it with growing excitement.
With only the fine silk kimono covering my body, I can sense those familiar feelings growing deep inside my tummy. I am conscious of the softness of the silk ever so gently caressing my nipples. My chest rises and falls as my breathing becomes deeper, causing the silk to move against my skin, arousing me more. Oh! How I wish he was still here. As my eyes roam the words on the screen my hands wander down the flat of my tummy, pulling the material closer to my boobs, making me want more than just a quick climax. I need a good seeing-to, but he’s gone for the next ten hours at least, so it’s all down to me and my fingers.
As I touch my pussy through the gossamer thin silk it intensifies my need. The robe opens at my touch, baring my smooth, naked, sex to my probing fingers. I pause a while then brush the silk very gently against the soft, smooth groove of my sex. I let one finger stroke the outer lips and the feeling is exquisite, soft, like a butterfly landing on my tender flesh, its wings gently fluttering against my very sensitive skin. I am aware that my arousal is gradually building.
I close my eyes but want to read more of the wonderful words some stranger has written about my story. He, or she, is making me feel so special, perhaps because I made them feel so special and I read on as my fingers explore my smooth body. My lips start opening like a flower as the moisture seeps out from my inner sex.
I touch my clitty, lubricated and still so sensitive from last night. He was fantastic driving me to climax after climax, but I need more, even if it is just me on me. I circle my clit making it throb with desire; I pull the knot undone in the belt that holds my gown together, letting it fall away from my body, revealing my naked breasts.
The curtains are open and I can see people outside but they can’t see in. That just makes it all the more naughty to play with myself as they stand chatting outside. I’m so wet my finger slips inside; I can still feel where his big cock rubbed against my entrance as he rammed it into me.
My eyes refuse to stay open as the images of our so recent lovemaking flash before them. My bottom slips forward on the seat of the chair. My legs straighten out and part, giving my fingers more room to work. I imagine it’s his cock probing my soft yielding flesh.
My spare hand is now fully employed fondling my titties, holding the nipple between my finger and thumb, rolling it in time with the increasing tempo of my finger on my clitty. This is so good, but so frustrating, I need him here now but I know it’s not possible.
The first pulses of my impending orgasm ripple through my body as I speed up, making my need bigger and bigger. My fingers are now gripping each nipple just like he did last night, swapping from one to the other, keeping both of them tingling with lust.
I bite my lip as my climax gets closer till suddenly it hits me with an unexpected force. I am aware of wave upon wave of pure pleasure rippling through me. It was great, my body recoiling to the effect of the spasms of orgasmic bliss. I can hear myself saying “Oh yes! Oh yes!” like I was actually being made to climax by my husband.
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My finger still gently rolls against my clitty as it throbs in the aftershock of my climax. Oh god, that was good! My nipples are too tender to hold so my other hand strokes my tummy, feeling the muscles contract every time a small ripple of that post-orgasmic surge passes through me.
Eventually I gather myself and open my eyes looking at the screen reading those words once again. Someone out there told me he liked my story so much he had to relieve himself, have a wank as he put it. Well so did I! It pleased me so much that my story had given him so much pleasure. Pity he didn’t leave his email address as I would have thanked him for his kind words, perhaps even telling him what he had made me do, how his words had made me feel. I giggle just wondering how exciting it would be both to him and me. But alas, it is not meant to be.
I am jerked back to reality by the jangling of the telephone. I think about ignoring it as it had spoiled the moment for me. However, when I look the caller ID says it is my hubby. He usually rings me to tell me he has arrived safely at work.
He has detected the passion in my voice and asks what I have been up to. I tell him exactly what I have been doing. He listens as I describe every little detail of my past half an hour and I just wonder what he is doing now, listening to my impassioned words.
He asks “Do you want me to take the day off?” He would, if I had asked. But I know he had an important meeting so, instead, I ask him to come home as early as he can. I need him and blow kisses down the line. I am again alone with myself and my needs.
I wander into the bedroom letting my robe slip to the floor, thinking a shower might help, but it doesn’t. I have never been unfaithful to my husband but if a presentable man arrived at this moment I would be. The warm water that I thought might help me just makes things worse. It trickles off my nipples and runs down my tummy between my legs, caressing my pussy. I shaved my pussy only yesterday, so it is still tender and very bare, making me even more conscious of myself. I soap myself with my favourite aromatic shower gel, circling my already aroused skin with the luxuriant lather, rinsing until the gently swirling water washes all the lather away.
Stepping from the shower I wrap a towelling bath robe around my body, intending to get dressed. But you now know how easily I am distracted. As I pass the office again I go in, sitting back in the chair touching the keyboard to wake the computer up.
Whilst the water was cascading over me I had thought about something that had happened while on holiday in France last year, in the unisex showers there. It had gelled into the makings of a nice sexy story.
So I open Word and start to pour my thoughts onto the screen, taking myself back to that sunny afternoon when we were camping and had got all hot and sweaty in the tent. Guess how. So I decided to take a shower.
Of course we both got in together. I started soaping his body with all the love and affection I could put into my hands. He began fondling my sensitive nipples - he has a thing about them. His cock rose quickly, sticking out like he hadn’t had sex for weeks. Did he ever get enough?
The story soon comes to the part where we realised we were being watched from the cubicle next door through a hole in the wall neither of us had noticed. But the noise he was making drew our attention to him. Just his eye was visible through the small hole.
My body is reacting again to the memories of this very sexy incident. Again my fingers wander from the keyboard, finding my pussy. But it is not enough. What can I do?
Leaving the office I go into the bedroom opening his bedside drawer where all his toys are kept. I look at the big black dildo but pass it by. Then I look at several other things that he frequently uses to make our lovemaking more exciting, but none of them seem to fit my need.
To be honest these toys don’t do much for me, using them on myself. It’s just not the same somehow without his hands controlling the action. Right at the back I find a strap-on thing he bought some time ago, but we found it prevented him from touching my pussy when attached, so we only used it the once.
I suppose I should try to describe it to you, because it is not like any other toy he has bought for me. It is strapped with a big thick black leather belt around my waist and also round my upper thighs, with even more straps joining the belt at the back, holding a butterfly shaped device tight to my pussy.
It has two little protrusions sticking out on the inside. One is for my pussy the other to insert into my bottom. I must tell you I’m not a great fan of anal sex. It hurts too much and my pussy is much better equipped to please my man, but when the devil drives!
Finding some lubricant, I hold the thing to my body tightening the straps just the way he did when we tried it out. It feels strange but somehow satisfying to have both my holes filled with a foreign object. At least both of the little inserts are bigger than my fingers. I go back to the office with the thing strapped to me but not turned on, just letting my body get used to it being there. Walking makes it move sideways giving me quite a nice little thrill.
I sit back into the chair, bringing the screen back to life. My fingers dance across the keys, describing the events of that shower as we made love with me bent over and him ramming it into me from behind. My imagination can still hear how the water cascaded down over us, while a total stranger watched through that little hole.
With those feelings starting again, my fingers want to forsake the keyboard but there is nothing they can do. My pussy is completely covered with this sex toy; the only thing left for me is to switch it on.
I move the switch but nothing happens. I look at what I am doing and find that no matter where I put the switch it does nothing. I should have realised it was battery operated and it was much too light to have been loaded with batteries.
Slipping the controller into my robe pocket I go downstairs to find some batteries. What if we had none? All this would have been all for nothing and I so want to make myself come again.
Lady luck has smiled on me; I find the right batteries and run back upstairs before inserting them. The lid is screwed on so I have to find a small screwdriver to open it and I insert the new batteries. Then at last I move the switch and the sensations start. Oh! What relief.
I fiddle with the control until I find the gentlest program, just a soft vibration with a little pulse on the two tiny cocks. I want to get back to my story and let the thing just keep me in suspense, like my man does when he’s in a teasing mood.
It is just right, keeping me very conscious of my pussy but still able to write. This is good; my mind is able to share itself with both my fingers and my pussy at the same time, despite some horrendous spelling mistakes. Thank goodness for ‘spell check’.
The story gets hotter and so do I. I turn the thing up and let it either take me over the top or I might try to hold on long enough to finish this chapter. Sex wins again. I find another program that is stronger, the little cocks throbbing together and the whole thing vibrating like it is trying to get away from me.
I had forgotten just how strong this thing was. It drives me to a climax in seconds. Why hadn’t I used this before? It’s the answer to a maiden’s prayer. I can’t turn it off as quickly as I would like because it has made me come so hard, and it’s not giving up any time soon.
At last I find the switch and turn it down. Not off, just down to the former level that I think I can bear while still being able to write. But it is not possible. I’m so near climaxing I just sit there and let it have its mechanical way with me.
Forgetting about my story for a while at least, I allow myself to bask in the waves of pleasure this thing is giving me. I turn it off and go back into my bedroom, stretching out full length on the bed, my robe falling open. Then I turn the thing back on full power.
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How on earth can anyone make a plastic toy so damn sexy it is literally fucking me? The two little cocks, which are only about two or perhaps three inches long, rotate and pulse in my two holes. The whole thing vibrates, causing the most wonderful sensations in my clitty and in fact all over my crotch.
I climax so quickly but try not to switch it off, almost wishing my hands were tied preventing me from stopping it despite the massively intensive sensations it is giving me, almost too much. But can you have too much sex?
I fight the need to stop it for as long as possible, thinking it is like my hubby when he has come once and is taking me from one climax to another without even slowing down. A continuous orgasm - exactly like this thing is giving me.
At last I can take no more. I am exhausted. My fingers fumble with the switch trying to turn it off, finally managing to find the right place. Oh my god! The man who invented this deserves to be knighted. Never mind diamonds, it was he who really created a girl’s best friend.
I lay there for some time just luxuriating in that so wonderful post orgasmic bliss, thinking perhaps I should take the device off. But it felt so nice strapped tight to my body. No I will keep it on; I might need it again before I have finished telling my story about that shower in France.
Wrapping my towelling robe around myself and slipping the controller into my pocket I return to the computer, still naked underneath. I take up the story again, explaining how we made love in front of this stranger while the shower poured down on us. I write how I could feel my hubby’s cock swelling in preparation for his orgasm, and tell how it made me feel. His already almost too big cock was getting bigger and bigger as he drove hard into me with his final thrusts, making me cry out in pure lust, his hot come flooding my very full pussy.
How much I loved feeling him ejaculate deep into my body, his seed penetrating me, trying to impregnate me. If it weren’t for those little pills I would be permanently pregnant, the amount of his come that fills my pussy every day.
Oh my goodness, I’m coming over all unnecessary again. This is what happens when I write about real sex experiences. Fantasies don’t have quite the same effect. I am trying to concentrate on my story but my mind is on my pussy.
Reaching into my pocket I find the controller and switch it on the gentlest mode again hoping I can finish my story with another break for self satisfaction - or is that self gratification? My fingers once again are on the keys and the story unfolds to where we pull apart, holding each other like teenage lovers and not like the grown ups we are supposed to be. I noticed over his shoulder that the eye had been replaced by a cock. The unseen stranger had stuck his cock through the hole in the cubicle wall.
I make my other half aware of this new development. He whispers in my ear, suggesting that I suck it for him, but I am too scared of getting something nasty. I believe that unprotected sex is only for husbands and wives, however tempted I might be.
I am fascinated by this cock; probably because, unlike my hubby, the stranger’s cock had no foreskin. It seemed so smooth and clean by comparison to my hubby’s loose floppy hood. I wanted to touch it but wouldn’t unless my man told me too.
He again whispered in my ear suggesting that if I didn’t want to suck it why didn’t I wank the stranger off? Did he read my mind? I think he might sometimes.
I tentatively wrapped my fingers round this strange cock. It felt so smooth, so different. The only other cock I have ever held in my hand is my hubby’s so I am quite apprehensive.
The memories of that afternoon, holding a stranger’s cock in my hand, come flooding back to me, sending my fingers down to my pussy, but again they are foiled by that plastic toy.
I realise it is still running on the lowest setting so I turn it up, trying to finish my story before it incapacitates me once again. But it wins the race by a long mile. I am writhing in the chair before I manage to finish the paragraph.
The climax is huge but I still want to keep it going as long as I can, holding my hands clasped together to stop me from turning it off. My legs are sticking out straight in front of me almost knocking the computer table over in their violent response to that machine.
I am at the point of passing out before I stop it. I can hardly breathe, gasping for air. I must have been holding my breath for the whole time so no wonder I feel faint.
My whole body is drenched in sweat. The chair is soaked with my juices. What am I becoming? Does writing these stories make other people feel the same way? Is that why so many amateur authors send in their stories? I had really thought it was to titillate other people or to be able to tell someone what you had done without the risk of being thought a freak. Can you imagine what the nice old lady next door would have said if, when she asked me how that holiday went, I had told her then what I am now telling the world now, albeit anonymously.
Perhaps I’m a bit of a freak getting off on my own stories, but this is not an isolated incident. Most times I get so worked up reliving the situation, or, if its fiction, thinking it is me who is the girl involved, I have to play with myself.
This has been an exceptionally sexy story and trying to write it has been made worse by finding that self-contained thrilling machine. It has been called into service quite a few times since that day and it has never let me down yet. The wonders of modern science!
Incidentally, I wished my hands had been tied at one point in my story and I had a chance to find out what that was like only a few days later. I really shouldn’t tell him everything should I?
The End
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Friday Night
It was a hot, sweltering Friday night the kind you only find in the Deep South. Lee realized that there was nothing special going on tonight. His buddies were mostly out of town or out on dates and he was at home, alone. He had broken up with his girlfriend some months previously and had not even tried to go out since then. His job was going well but he felt like his creativity being drained by the restrictions of the corporate world. Now he found himself in his apartment on a Friday night with no plans, no girl and no dreams.
“No, you can’t do this to yourself anymore, time to take control of your life again.”
He stood, grabbed his keys and started walking to the door. He glanced at himself in the mirror in the hallway as he walked by and stopped dead. He gazed at his reflection in the mirror for a second, unshaven, t-shirt, old college shorts and sandals. No, this would not do at all. Decision time, if he was going to run the clubs then he needed to look his best. He strode back to the bedroom and emerged an hour later. He looked at his reflection this time a grin played across his face. Now he liked what he saw. He let his hazel eyes rove over the reflection for a moment, collared linen shirt giving just a hint of the muscle that lay underneath, black slacks and his best dress shoes. No need for a jacket tonight.
“Girls go crazy for a sharp dressed man,” he whistled to himself. In the garage he paused for a moment then decided that the MGB was the car for the evening. He put the top down and roared off into the night.
On the other side of town some one else was getting ready for an evening out. Ingrid could hardly contain her excitement at the thought of heading out for an evening of dancing. She had been working hard all week, painting, packaging and shipping. Now it was time to cut loose. An early phone call had stifled her excitement a little. Her girlfriend wasn’t going to be able to come with her tonight. She decided that going alone wouldn’t be bad at all and who knows it might open the evening up for other possibilities.
She pampered herself enjoying every moment spent preparing for the evening ahead. A lingering hot bath letting her favorite bath oils caress her skin. She shaved legs to give them that silky smooth feeling, then a little higher up as well.
“After all a girl should be prepared for anything,” she thought.
Wrapped only in a towel she went through her closet throwing clothes on to the bed. Outfits soon covered ever inch of it. The leather one was the first to go, just to hot for that she thought. The other black dress went next, a little short for an evening of dancing. She did like to show off, but you had to put your foot down somewhere. On she went, weighing the merits of each. She finally decided on the plaid skirt with the low-necked white top. Not as daring as the others and certainly not what she would have chosen if she was not going to be alone. No pantyhose or stockings tonight though, just a white thong, white lacy bra and black high-heeled shoes to complete the ensemble.
Still wrapped in her towel she seated herself in front of the mirror for the finishing touches. Finger and toenails done in matching polish, a shade of lipstick to compliment, a bit of blush and mascara to bring out her eyes and eyelashes. Finally her strawberry blonde hair, she fussed with it for an eternity before piling it atop her head. She gazed at the results in the mirror, a smile slowly creeping across her face. She shivered a bit in anticipation of the evening to come. Yes, it was going to be a fun time tonight, she thought. She finished dressing. Gave herself several light sprits of her favorite perfume, behind her ears, on her wrists and in the erotic valley between her breasts.
She threaded her way through the house, still in disarray from the week’s mailings, to the garage. The red mustang gleamed as she flipped on the lights. It too was ready for an evening of fun. Tonight, though the top would be up. She hadn’t spent an hour working on her hair to have it spoiled before she even got to the club. Then she was off, the neighborhood returning to silence as the mustang’s engine faded off in the distance.
As long as she had taken to prepare she arrived early enough to get a table near the dance floor. She could see and be seen by just about everyone that came in. The high stool showed off her legs and she wiggled a little in excitement as the band started to warm up and people began filtering into the club. She ordered a drink and an appetizer from the waitress to get the evening going, giving the waitress a long appreciative look. If the evening didn’t pan out maybe the waitress would be interested in spending some time together. She shook her head.
“No, the night is young, let’s see what happens before you start hitting on the waitress,” she thought to herself.
It didn’t take long before she did find herself on the dance floor. There were plenty of single guys out. There was almost a line of them wanting to dance with her. She smiled and flirted, sometimes rubbing up against them as they danced to see how excited she could get them. She could feel her own arousal as she danced. Her nipples were showing as two tiny bumps through her blouse and her dance partners’ eyes seemed to be riveted on them. Sometimes she would grind her pelvis hard against them as they danced across the floor seeing if they were as turned on as she. Several ran their hands across her firm ass, but each time she just smiled and danced away a bit. Teasing and daring them to do more, none did. She was a bit disappointed that none had tried to go a little farther. As she rested between dances she would chat with those brave enough to sit for a moment at her table. But none of them proved to be very interesting. If they couldn’t do anything but stare at her breasts, they weren’t of much use except on the dance floor.
At one point a woman asked her to dance, she readily agreed and they moved on to the dark dance floor with its flashing lights. The band was playing with a slow song with a hard heady beat and the two of them seemed to move as one across the floor. They danced close and hard moving up and down against each other. She thought she would cum right there on the floor when the other woman held her around the waist thrusting her pussy against her in time with the beat. The song ended and they kissed, the woman slipping her a piece of paper as the song ended then disappearing into the crowd. She stood stunned for a moment and then made her way back to her table as she read the note. She sat the next few dances out taking a breather after the wild ride the woman had given her and considering the note’s suggestion of an evening of fun.
It was late when he finally arrived. He entered the dimly lit club and stood in the entry for a moment to let his eyes adjust. This one had the biggest crowd he had seen all evening and by far the best band. He glanced around trying to pick out the singles from the couples and seeing if there was a table or seat he could grab. It had been a good evening so far as he gazed about the crowded club. He watched with interest, as a tall blonde walked off the dance floor towards what he had thought was an empty table. She was reading something as she sat down, crossing her long legs her short plaid skirt hiking up her thighs a bit. She was striking, her hair piled high on her head with one errant strand dangling down the left side of her face. He found a spot at the bar where he could see the whole room and didn’t have to strain to watch her as well.
She danced a lot, never turning away a request. Sometimes they were invited back to her table, but more often they danced through a couple of songs together and went their separate ways. Those that came back to the table would stay and chat with her for a few minutes but they never lasted very long.
“Well, what’s the worst that could happen?” he thought to himself “You get to dance to couple of songs with a pretty woman. Then she tells you to get lost if she doesn’t like you nothing wrong with that.” He saw that the band was coming back after a break so he stood up and headed towards her table.
“Hi there, I’m Lee,” he said, looking straight into her eyes. “I see the band coming back and I thought you might like to dance with me.” She looked him over across the top of her drink and smiled.
“Hi Lee, I’m Ingrid. I’d love to.” She stood and he offered her his hand.
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“Let’s dance then.” He led her on to the floor as the band began to play. He was intrigued by her soft accent but was soon distracted by her dancing. He smiled at her, matching her step for step on the floor. He noticed that her nipples had grown quite hard and were trying to poke through her top. As distracting as that was it was her face that attracted him the most and he found himself gazing into the depths of her eyes and studying her sensual mouth as they danced. He felt his cock begin to harden as they moved across the floor. Dancing always did that to him, that’s why he always wore pleated pants to hide his erection. Several times she moved in close rubbing her breasts and pelvis against him seductively, her eyes twinkling. He knew that she could feel the erection straining in his pants. The song came to an end.
“That was fun, stay for another with me?” She didn’t reply, just smiled at him as they waited for the next song. The beat picked up and the strobes began to flash. He was ready for her this time. As she pressed up against him he took her around the waist and held her tight against him, rubbing his hard cock across the mound of her pussy. She didn’t object placing her hands around his neck she meet his gaze and gave a few thrusts of her own. He let his hands wander across her ass, gently squeezing the firm cheeks as their hug tightened, their hips moving in time to the music. She broke the embrace and danced a step or two away from him. She turned away swinging her ass seductively at him watching him over her shoulder her eyes half closed.
He stepped up to her holding her around the waist settling his erection in the valley of her ass. She thrust back against his erection in time to the music. His hips grinding against her as the strobes continued to flash. His hand moved to her breast, squeezing it gently trying to lightly pinch her aroused nipple through the cloth of her blouse. She held her hand against his, squeezing it then pulled away turning to face him again, a large smile on her face. He grinned back lost in the beauty of her eyes. The song ended and the lights came back up a bit.
“Let’s get a drink,” she took him by the hand back leading him back to her table. They sat down he motioned for the waitress and ordered. They began to chat, waiting for the drinks to arrive. The conversation turned this way and that, touching on many things and they flirted with each other shamelessly. One thing remained unchanged his gaze never left her face as if drawn there by some magnetic force. The drinks arrived and they laughed as they both excused themselves to use the restroom.
“Shall we rendezvous back here?”
“Yes, lets. It is my table after all so I will definitely be here.”
Ingrid moved quickly to the restroom. “Oh my god,” she thought. She gazed at herself in the mirror. Her face flushed her nipples aching underneath her bra. She found an empty stall. Hiking up her skirt she ran her hand across her excited thong covered pussy. Her thong was soaked in her juices. She trembled recalling the feel of his hard cock through his pants. Pulling her thong to her knees she sat down on the toilet letting her fingers slide across and into her hot pussy. Her other hand found a breast, tweaking, and pinching the aroused nipple her other hand moving faster in and out and across her pussy.
Her head tilting back, thrusting her breasts forward as the tension built deep inside her. It was different this time something primal like nothing she had felt before. Starting deep in the core of her being and expanding outward in wave after wave of rapture, her body beginning to move in rhythm to some ancient dance. Still her orgasm caught her unawares so incredible were the sensations leading up to when it exploded through her. She sat unmoving for several minutes completely drained by the experience. She cleaned herself up. Deciding that the thong was not doing much good she shoved it in her purse. She checked herself in the mirror and headed eagerly back to the table.
Lee entered the restroom, looking for an empty stall. A urinal was out of the question in his current condition. Pulling down his pants he sat down on the toilet gazing at his throbbing cock. He couldn’t believe how excited he was his cock felt bigger than it ever had before. Without thinking he began moving his hand up and down the throbbing rigid shaft. His thoughts were locked on Ingrid, her face, her seductive smile, her pink tongue wetting her lips, and her eyes gazing into his. He could almost feel her hard nipples crushing against his chest and the muscled firmness of her ass when he squeezed it with his hands. He could feel his orgasm building deep inside his balls, his shaft growing harder and longer reacting to his stroking hand.
He could feel her pussy thrusting up against his cock as they danced and the heavenly sensation as he thrust it against her ass. He grunted hard as he went over the edge, his body rigid the throbbing shaft forcing jet after jet of cum into the air. It hit the door and slid down to the floor in a large white puddle. He collapsed, gazing at the mess, his cock going limp in his hand. Leaning over he cleaned himself and the floor up. His underwear was soaked where his cocked had leaked while they danced. He took them off and dropped them the trash as he washed up. A quick glance in the mirror and he headed back to the table.
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