Ice, Ice, Baby

“This was written for my friend who is Dutch. Does anyone know the word for penis in Dutch? ”

We are somewhere hot. You may choose- Hawaii, Jamaica, Aruba, Bahamas or somewhere in Asia. It really doesn’t matter because we are inside. But it is hot inside and outside. I’m not sure why we don’t have AC but- on with the story.

We’ve met on one of your much-needed R & R excursions. This is our last night together. We’ve had a fantastic time. Lots of laughing, good wine, great food and lots of incredible sex. The best you’ve ever had (this is my fantasy, too you know). Read the rest of this entry »

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I Whisper Your Name

The sun was high and hot - nearly straight-up noon. It was almost time when your plane was schedule to touch down. My eyes ached at the brightness as I scanned the sky in anticipation of your arrival. It’s been too many weeks since I’ve seen you and my serves were jittering an jumping like water droplets skittering across a hot griddle.

Your plane finally taxis up to the gate and the “droplets” begin to steam and sizzle in my belly. It seems like hours until I finally see you come through the door. My heart is pulsing in my throat. Pounding so hard, I think that I will suffocate from the sensation of the pressure. We come together in a moment - a soft embrace and the long anticipated kiss. Too soon we slowly pull apart and I search your soft brown eyes for any indication of how much you may have missed me. It’s not your eyes, however, that communicates this, but your hands, which linger on my back, moving to my waist, keeping me close. It’s your cheek caressing my neck while you move to lay a kiss on the top of my bare shoulder that eases my fears. Read the rest of this entry »

Ice

I’m lying down on my stomach, still sleeping. You’ve been awake for a while, despite the early hour. I wake as you enter the room and start to drift back to sleep, registering your presence only faintly. You sit next to me on the bed, stroking my hair gently. I move to my side, blinking sleepily, and open my mouth to ask you what you want, only to be silenced with one finger pressed against my lips. I kiss your finger slowly, rewarded with a tender smile, and you gently push me back down. I shiver from a mix of anticipation and the sudden chill as you shove the blankets aside. You smile, stroking my cheek with one thumb. I reach a hand up to you, intending to draw you closer, but you catch it easily and tuck it behind my head, then tap my other hand with a mock-stern frown. I slide it behind my head lazily, smiling up into your eyes. You frown sharply - though I see a hint of a smile in your eyes - and strike my inner thigh with the flat of your palm, one word hissing out, “Still.” Read the rest of this entry »

CFNM Max

Solo Dance Evolves

We are in a room, and it is nighttime…the room has no furniture. It is lit by dozens of candles spread in a circle on the floor. More fill windowsills and shelving throughout. The largest window is open and its lace curtains, floor length, billow and lift with the spring breezes making the candles flicker. Though the day has been cool, our dinner, the wine, words shared of love, of swimming in a deep sea together, have generated a heat between us. We”re both inclined to swim deeply within each other tonight. Read the rest of this entry »

Gia Paloma with Big Melons Gets Double Penetration

Rowan

I glanced at the clock for what seemed the millionth time that day and sighed mentally and physically as I noted it was only three minutes later than when I had last looked at it. The feeling of anticipation, excitement and a touch of fear poured through me again practically flooring me with its intensity. It had been so long since our last meeting that I could hardly wait for him to return. Him. Rowan, the man who had captured my heart and soul all those years ago. Because of business and other matters we rarely got to see one another but when we did it made up for all the longing and lonely nights. He was due to arrive sometime that evening and would be staying at my house for the week while on business. I had worked myself up into quite a knot waiting for him and was honestly unsure about how much more my poor abused emotions could handle. Read the rest of this entry »

Sell Your Sextape

Royal Pleasures Ch. 02

*Royal Pleasures the Sequel*

Years passed. The King progressively lost interest in his enslaved bride. Liese had fulfilled every desire so thoroughly that for a time the King spent the majority of his days concocting more fantastical roles for her to play out. Failure to do so led to a dull, unsatisfying marriage.

Liese tired of the monotony of the King. His sexual prowess (for her) diminished with age and she grew frustrated as a result. She had needs of her own, but the King was entirely consumed with acquiring new lovers. Liese had even removed herself from his bed chamber. Not yet having taken advantage of having her own quarters, the prospect excited her. Read the rest of this entry »