An Affair To Remember - A Vixen's Commentary...

 An Affair To Remember - A Vixen's Commentary...

I had a dream last night...about a love gone by who just so happened to have a family. It inspired me to write this. While I must STRESS the fact that he was NOT married, our relationship crossed boundaries it shouldn't have and we both paid the price for it. He chose his mate LONG before he met me and had the beautiful daughters to show for it. So he was at a loss and conflicted when he met me, as great as I am! :) Our connection was deep rooted and emotional. We were great friends, understood each other and loved each other, flaws and all. In many ways, I felt like he was my soul mate, the one who I'd been waiting for. We'd talk for hours on end and just bask in the glow of one another. And the mere mention of his name would cause an involuntary smile to spread across my face. Same for him. We were young then...and you couldn't have told me we weren't gonna end up together. But alas, it just wasn't meant to be. In retrospect, I was living out Whitney Houston's Saving All My Love For You! LOL! I learned a lot about myself due to that relationship. Had to. Breakups allow you to see yourself honestly and take inventory, to learn lessons and implement them in future relationships. I learned to never put myself through that again. Too much pain and not enough profit from your investment! Ha! And in the words of Joseline Hernandez, "I AIN'T NEBER GOIN' BOCK!" LOL!

Why Even Go There?

First of all, let's qualify what an affair truly is, because there seems to be conflicting definitions. Obviously, if both parties are unattached it's not an affair at all. If I'm married or otherwise in a relationship and you are, too, and we hook up for a night; that's a fling. If we continue the relationship, it's a full blown affair for both of us. If I'm in a relationship and you're not, it's an (extramarital, if married) affair for me and for you it's just a relationship with an uncertain future, but not an affair. Same thing in reverse if you're attached and I'm not.

Now, there are going to be certain gray areas here, such as if we just hook up once or twice a year, if we have a non-sexual but superclose relationship, etc. But I think we all know that an affair is something, should it become public knowledge, would be bad news for one, if not both of the parties involved.

I think that the "why" is much more complicated. One or both of you is: bored, starved for attention or affection, not getting enough sex, getting unsatisfactory sex, turned on by someone you know from work, school, the gym or elsewhere and can't resist, your marriage/relationship sucks, your spouse pays more attention to the car/kids/work/strippers/sports or anything else in the world than they do to you and the bottom line is that you need to feel appreciated because you are UNSATISFIED! Then, of course there's pure chemistry, intellectual attraction and primitive lust all wrapped up in one neat package!

So then you meet someone who blows you away and what do you do? Well, you could have the courage (some might also call it lack of balls while some call it loyalty—I'm not here to judge!) to just walk away and forever wonder what if, or you could see where your heart takes you because your brain has just been put on hold. Let's choose the latter because that's what this is all about.

This is about what you should know, what a good friend who has been through it will tell you if they've had the experience. It's not always easy to hear. The truth never is dear. I'm merely writing from a Vixen's perspective and I'm basing it squarely on what I've seen, read and heard...with a little experience in there to boot. I've dedicated this mostly to the guys because most of my ladies watch enough reality TV and soaps to know the deal...but enjoy one and all. The lessons are universal.

Scared As Hell

One caveat here: If your current relationship has hit a dead end and you've been looking for someone all along, this may not apply. And if that is the case you've got nothing to lose. But if your relationship is lacking in some areas but is workable, that's where this information applies.

When you first meet them, the chemistry is undeniable. You don't know what's going to happen and you uncharacteristically don't care. They bring something to the table that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Their eyes, their smile, their hair, their voice—maybe all of them—does something to your wiring and you're hooked. You know what could happen, what might happen, and it scares the shit out of you because you know what you've got to lose.

But that doesn't stop you.

What happens next is up to both of you. You can, as I alluded to earlier, walk away and wonder what if, or you can walk towards each other and let fate make the decision. If you choose to do the latter, it may change your life. And you very well may not care because for the first time in a very, very long time the sun is shining again. In the warmth of the sun that used to shine on you when you meant something to yourself, felt good about yourself. Attractive, funny, wanted—the real you before time, bills, kids and life intruded to make you just another one of the crowd.

And it feels good. Shit, it feels great. You feel...

Drunk On Love

Now you've done it. You've slept with them. Do you just want to run away, burn your clothes and wish it never happened? Or do you, regardless of the consequences, want more of them? And more and more?

You, my friend, are falling in love. And it can happen just that fast—oh yes, it can. And it doesn't matter what you look like, what they look like, what the world thinks or anything else that makes any sense at all. You are two people on an island and that's all that matters. The time you spend with them nourishes you, recharges you. Every conversation is wonderful. And when you see each other it's like you're high on pure oxygen. I'll tell ya this: there is no better feeling in the world.

And every time you make love it gets better. You've never kissed like this before, never felt your heart beat out of your chest like this before. Never wanted to make love day and night like this. Their body is perfect to you. You do things you've never done before—never wanted to or were never allowed to. But now it all seems natural, perfect. You make love for hours...days it seems. You can't get enough of them. Over and over.

This is the life you were meant to live; this is the way relationships were meant to be. Why have you had to wait this long to find it?

And you will fall in love.

How can you not? But what's next is...

Leading A Double Life

So you're living in bliss. You've found your soul mate at last but you're not together on a permanent basis yet so...you'll be leading a double life. You'll send and receive thousands of emails and texts. You'll speak with your love when you can: at work, on the way home, on the weekends, while walking the dog...whenever possible for as long as possible. These conversations only cement your feelings for each other. After all, how can your conversations about family, bills, errands, grocery shopping and what's for dinner compare to your talks about love, passion and living the life you and your love have both dreamed of, out of the shadows at last. You can't wait for that day.

But in the meantime, you'll have to lie like a Persian rug. In fact, nearly everything you do and say at home will be a lie because just living this existence is a lie. You're going to have to do an Oscar-worthy acting job to behave like you're the same person, that you're still engaged with your family and a part of what's going on at home...when the truth is you couldn't care less. You just want to talk to and be with your true love. Everything else is on the back burner. Even your kids, if you have them, don't seem as important as they once did. You still love them, you still take care for them but your mind is elsewhere and that's okay. A good parent is a good parent no matter what, but you've got to take care of your needs, as well, don't you? But you have to know that...

The Stress Will Be Unbearable

So you're trying to be the same person you once were. A valuable employee, a good boyfriend/girlfriend, a devoted father/mother/son/daughter/sister/brother, etc. And you want to be, you really do! And you try. But you're life is filled with conflict. What to do? How to do it? What are the logistics of being together? What will I have to sacrifice? You're home saying one thing and meaning another. You're biding your time until you leave and you've got a secret you can never tell to these people you've always been honest with. You're planning a family vacation when it's the last thing in the world that you want to do and you can't get excited about it because you'd rather be on a desert island with them. Your fantasy life of being with your love is far more enticing than the mediocre life you're leading. You're trying to hold it all together but...

The Stress Takes Its Toll

You're worried about being caught. Wondering when you can be together again and if it will last forever. It has to for all you're giving up, right? Besides, it was meant to. But in the meantime, you're living this double life on borrowed time, and your body knows it. You're nervous, not eating the same, maybe not exercising as regularly or far more than ever to be fit for your love. You guard your cell phone like it was your newborn baby. And whether you realize it or not it will take an unholy toll on you. And it's one you may not even realize until much later. But when you're brain is buzzing 1,000 miles per hour trying to compute all the permutations (YESSSSSSSSS! I LOVE THAT WORD! LOL!) of what you're doing, what you want, how it affects others, how it will change your life and the thousands of less major issues, it's mentally exhausting. You'll see. And what's worse is...

You Don't Know What You Don't Know

You know everything about your new love, right? You've talked about everything. You've shared everything about your past history with others, and you know you can trust them. You know they're not in contact with their last boo or anyone else that might threaten your relationship. They are as invested as you are in every respect; you'd bet your last dime on it.

Sure thing.

Friends, you simply don't know what you don't know. If they're clever, you'll never see the phone records, the credit card bills or even their cell phone texts. And why would you need to? You trust them completely and they've given you every reason to. You're in love, for Christ's sake, how can you not trust them with everything, including your very life? And you'll ignore anything, any sign that they're not exactly who you think they are and want them to be. You're putting your childlike trust in them because doing anything else would be unthinkable and besides, I don't know them like you do, right?

Don't be an idiot. Sound blunt? Sorry. Don't be a dumbass! If you can't see their cell phone records, the texts they've sent and received, cell phone and even credit card bills if you want...RED FLAG! Why, you ask, would you even want to see those things? Let's just say it's for curiosity's sake. Let's say you've been burned before. Let's say...let's just say, that there's still enough rational adult left in you to be suspicious.

If you don't have the temerity (or guts for the inept) to ask for some of these things because of what they would think about you even questioning their integrity, I understand. It's a tough one. You don't have to do it. You don't have to know the truth. If they're hesitant about demonstrating their loyalty to you then ask yourself why. That's all I'm saying. Why wouldn't they be more than happy to show you their cell phone records (where you can't delete texts or calls sent/received)? "You don't trust me?" they ask. "Of course I do," you reply. "Is there any reason I shouldn't? I'll be happy to share my information with you as well, just to be fair."

Again. Think about it. You don't know what you don't know. But one thing you must know is...

Your Ass Is Gonna Get Caught

You may think you're 007. You're covering every track. You've got a separate cell phone where the calls don't show on your bill. You've got a separate credit card or always use cash. No one else has seen you together. It's all worked great up until now but...

No one can stay perfect forever...you're gonna get sloppy...and you're gonna get caught. Maybe tonight! *evil laugh*

Keep in mind that you've changed. In order to make this relationship seem so right, you've had to make your current relationship seem so wrong. You're acting different and arousing suspicion, whether you know it or not. Maybe it's the new scent, the new clothes, the more frequent late nights at work or more business travel. Maybe it's calling them by another name. (Yes, it happens!) Maybe it's the new haircut, the new physique. Maybe it's an email you forgot to delete or you left your computer on just ONE time where there was something that shouldn't have been seen on there.

Maybe you just don't give a shit anymore and you're acting reckless. Someone hears you on the phone. You use the wrong credit card for a gift for them. There are a million ways to get caught and all it takes is ONE for the jig to be up!

I honestly do not know one person in this situation who has not been caught. Well that's not true, I know one. And that's ONLY because I can keep a secret better than anyone, but that's a entirely different story. But I can tell you that 99% of the time, someone is going to find out something and it will get out. Assume you're going to eventually get caught and then...

You've Got Some Decisions To Make

It's GO time or close to it. You're about to change your life and the lives of all of those around you. If you're alone or in a very unhappy and unhealthy relationship/marriage, then it's an easy choice. But that's not what this is about.

You're about to make what is probably the biggest decision of your life. Time for a reality check! You've talked to your close friends and have their opinions. Maybe you've even talked to a therapist or a family member or two. But the final analysis, the final say, the decision—as all decisions of this nature are, really—is yours. Time to think clearly before you leap!

Are the things that are great about them truly great, or just different from your current partner? Are the things you don't like about them likely to cause problems in the future? Why are you overlooking them? Are you being yourself? Have they been totally, and I mean TOTALLY honest with you?

Is the life you've been wanting, needing and dreaming of with them going to be worth the carnage you'll cause and the costs you'll incur, both financially and emotionally? This is not something so simple that you can make a pro and con list. This is your heart, this is the love of your life and how can you live without them? But how can you live without your family? See what I mean about stress?

There WILL be winners and losers. There have to be. Casualties are inevitable. You cannot make an omelet without breaking eggs...any cook will tell ya that! LOL! All I can advise is this: take your time if you can. Consider what things will be like 5 or 10 years up the road. Will you be happy with your love, having made the right choice, or will you be alone by the side of the road because you didn't know everything you could have or should have.

Choose wisely...as wisely as you can, anyway. These are adult games you're playing now and there will be no second chances. But either way...

Someone Is Gonna Get Hurt

I don't even have to run the scenarios for you, do I? We've seen enough Lifetime movies to know the drill. You leave your partner and family behind and they are shocked and angry, or shocked and hurt, and that hurts you, too. You stay with your partner and family, secretly resenting them and thinking "What if...?" for the rest of your life. AND you hurt the person who has made your life whole at last, brought you back into the sunshine. Now they, too, are as hurt as you, and worse, you have to suck it up and not act heartbroken, which you most surely are, at home and at work...and everywhere else you go.

I'm sure you've broken up with someone you loved in the past. We all have. This is worse. Because chances are your earlier breakups were at an age when you had so much going on and so much to look forward to that although painful, they were not devastating. This is devastating. This rocks you to your fillings! You have nothing to look forward to but getting back to the mundane life you weren't so happy with in the first place. All is lost...it seems. Nothing will ever be the same—that's for damn sure.

This is where you need your friends, your family, anyone who can offer you comfort. Trust me, I KNOW! You'd be surprised how many folks are non-judgmental and have been through the same thing. It hurts and we know it. It's the worst hurt you've ever felt. This is where you have to call up all of your internal reserves and sincerely think about who you are, what your value as a person is, and how you can go on under these new circumstances.

The fact is, you can go on. You will; you must! Life is full of surprises, some are good and some suck. You've had a wonderful time and you'll never forget it. I totally get that, and the pain. But you are still a great person with a lot to offer. If not your family and friends, then new friends you'll make and meet. There are still good things out there to do and good people to do them with! Now is not the time to give up. Remember how special they made you feel? You ARE that special. Others will notice it, too. But there will, of course, be...

The Aftermath

There's an expression, "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."

For the record, I hate expressions like that. They're stupid. Maybe they apply to a movie or play you just saw, but not to the end of your life as you knew it. I'm speaking here of both scenarios, really, but mostly to the end of the affair. If this is not the case, if you ended up with your new love and are happy and content at last, then cheers to you! Wonderful! You got what you wanted and deserved.

But what if it didn't work out that way for you? If trust, distance, logistics, cost, reality and the million other potential setbacks put an end to a relationship you loved and cherished, then you must still go on. You must. But know this, you will be a changed person.

You'll never be able to listen to certain songs again. (I still cringe every time I hear Beyonce's End Of Time...) An expression someone uses will throw you for a loop. You'll be walking behind someone with a similar shape and similar hair to theirs and your pulse will race. As you get closer, close enough to almost smell them again, they turn around or turn their head and it's not that face you loved, just that of another stranger. What you wouldn't give to see that face just one more time, feel their touch, their skin, their kiss...

This is tough stuff, my friends; the toughest there is. It's going to take time. Lots and lots of time and even then you may be haunted by their memory for life, if the bond was that strong.

You may reconnect with them from time to time but it only sets back your recovery, really. If the relationship ended for the right reasons, which I mentioned above, then starting up again would just end up the same, perhaps worse. I understand that now.

I cannot tell you it will be easy. It's a death. The death of a dream, of a cherished hope that you would live each day with them in a passionate love. Was it a dream or reality? Is the reality that all relationships lose their luster over time and the only way to keep the dream alive is to move from person to person? Were you living in a fantasy of your own making? Not having to be bothered with nagging, bills, sick kids or checking homework, no grass to mow or dishes to clean up? How would it have been in real life?

I cannot say. I can only leave you with this: if you embark on this journey, or if you have already done so, it can be a hell of a ride for a hell of a price. It may be worth it...because of the utter joy you'll feel, if for once in your life. Or it may not be...for the pain you cause, primarily to yourself and the person you've fallen for.

Ultimately, as in most things in life, the decision must be yours to make. Just remember: ask yourself...is it all worth it? Tell me your experiences on the subject, I'd love to hear from you!

Dirty Dancing - An Erotic Tale...

Dirty Dancing - An Erotic Tale...

Tonight was the night. My good friend Sherry had invited me to a Superhero Masquerade Party and I actually said yes. “It’s just gonna be some of our friends and co-workers. COME ON SELENA! It’ll be fun! PLEEEEEASE?! Everybody's confirmed and told me what costume they're wearing, so only I know who everyone is! And um...Dwayne's gonna be there…and according to his RSVP, he's gonna be Daredevil!” REALLY?! Now I HAD to go! Dwayne...he was so sexy, but was a playboy and had multiple girls vying for his affection. Me included. And after months of flirting, phone sex, sexting and built up sexual tension between us, we still hadn't done anything physical. I had decided that I was gonna make Dwayne mine that night. And I was nervous as hell! I had decided at the last minute to go against the grain and attend the party, not as a hero, but as a villain. I decided to dress up as Star Sapphire, since not too many women would be bold enough to wear her costume. Once I saw it, salacious and jaw-dropping, I knew it would serve its purpose. But it would do me no good to wear a costume that commanded attention if I did not have the confidence to compliment it.

I turned on some music and hopped in the shower to relax and calm my nerves. The hot water cascading all over my naked body coupled with the thoughts of him made my pussy purr for attention. I grabbed the pulsating shower head and allowed the water to tickle my clit as I fantasized about him…touching me, kissing me, fucking me…I came in no time. After I regained my senses and my breath, I washed all the evidence away and cut my shower short. I went to my bedroom and grabbed the scented oil from the nightstand. I walked over to the mirror and admired my body as the oil made it glisten and glow. I sprayed on some perfume, did my hair and makeup and smiled as I put on the skin-tight hot pink leotard (that had snaps at the crotch and only managed to cover SOME of my breasts and stomach), the matching gloves and mask (to cover my eyes and forehead), the knee-high, high heeled boots and finally the Star Sapphire ring and tiara…I was ready.

I got to the club about an hour after the party had started. I wanted to ensure he’d be there. I walked over to the bar and ordered a Tanqueray & Tonic as I surveyed the scene. The bartender was wearing a Batman costume and did a pretty good imitation of Batman’s deep, raspy voice so I had no clue who he really was. Actually, everyone in the entire club had on masks! Oh shit! What if there’s more than one Daredevil in here? How will I find him? What if he doesn't like my costume? Sherry joined me at the bar in full Batgirl getup and encouraged me to enjoy myself before resuming her mingling. “Girl, tonight’s the night! You look great and Dwayne is the ONLY Daredevil here! I checked. He's lookin' HOT too! Now get your ass out there and get him before someone else does! And call me tomorrow and tell me ALL about it!” After turning down dance offers from Wolverine, Cyclops and Deadpool and downing three more TNTs, I was going to do just that. The club was too big for me to roam around in hopes of finding him, so I figured out a way to make him come to me.

I could feel everyone's eyes on me and my bangin' ass body as I sauntered toward the DJ. I saw a few costumes that caught my eye…Superman, Green Lantern, Robin, Spider-Man, Captain America and Thor…but no Daredevil. I recognized a few people, too! One woman in a Storm costume (who I figured out was my loud-mouthed co-worker LaShay) said "I would say that's Selena, but she ain't that damn bold!" That tickled me! Once I got to the DJ, I smiled and whispered in his ear. He nodded affirmatively and I gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a pink imprint where my lips touched his face. He smiled and turned red as he handed the microphone over to me. I cleared my throat and began to speak in a sexy and seductive tone that sounded so different from my own it was almost scary. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen, I hear there’s a Daredevil here tonight who might be able to tame a bad girl like me…I’m not convinced. I guess I’ll believe it when I see it! And he's the only one I want, the rest of you need not apply! Carry on...” I winked at the DJ, mouthed a thank you and handed him the mic as the lights dimmed and Usher’s Lemme See blared over the speakers.

I walked over to a secluded corner of the dance floor. I figured since I was already here and had a buzz, I might as well enjoy myself. My job was done and it would only be a matter of time before he found me. I started moving with the music, moving my hands around in the air and all over my body. After a few songs, I was in Video Vixen mode and was so into it that I was actually turning myself on! The club was so dark that I could barely see anything but shadows and silhouettes. I spotted a group of guys gawking at me lustfully by the bar. Because of my announcement they dared not to approach. That didn't stop their catcalls though. "Damn baby, you lookin' sexy as fuck over there! I'd give you EVERYTHING I OWN girl! Shawty KNOW she bad!" I paid them no mind. I had my eyes closed most of the time, just feeling the rhythm of the music and seductively moving my body along with it.

Then, I felt someone behind me. I was so worked up by the alcohol, my hands roaming all over my body, and the darkness of the club that I could've cared less who it was! I turned my head slightly and saw his Daredevil mask. I could smell his cologne and feel his hard muscles bulging underneath his costume. I knew instantly it was him. "Took you long enough...I was beginning to think you weren't up to the challenge." He had his hands on my hips and grinded against my ass. “I ALWAYS rise to the occasion...what’s your name sweetheart? How do we know each other?” Damn this feels good. And he has no idea who I am! “I’ll tell you when you’ve earned it.” Big Sean's A$$ Remix came on and the club went crazy. I bent over and started to twerk my thighs and ass like a pro in front of him. I placed my hands on top of his while still throwing my ass back against him and dancing to the music. I could feel his dick getting harder and pushing into me. He was impressed. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.

His hands slowly moved towards my stomach. I lifted my hands and placed them behind my head onto the back of his neck. My head was lying on his shoulder. His hands wandered up under the material of my leotard. He hesitated but finally went up a bit further so that both hands were covering my titties. I was in heaven with this masked man of my fantasies. His hands caressed and squeezed my breasts. I bit my bottom lip and moaned into his ear. He let out a soft moan and said “Damn baby, this feels so good.” I had to agree. This was by far the most erotic, sexual thing I had ever done and I was enjoying every minute of it.

I felt his right hand travel down my stomach and creep under the material. He slowly moved downward and touched my wet pussy. He first slipped a finger inside of me and moaned as he felt how wet I was. "So fuckin’ wet, just how I like it," as he pushed his finger in and out a few more times before sliding up and over my clit. I was so turned on that his touch made me shiver. I could feel myself jerk as he ran his finger back and forth over my clit. It wouldn't be long before I would cum all over myself. I ran my hands all over my body as he flicked my clit faster and faster. My breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. Just as I was about to cum, he shoved two fingers deep inside of me. Oh my God! I wanted to cum so badly. "Please...don't stop..." I begged as I pushed my hips forward hoping he'd take his finger back to my clit.

I felt my clit being teased again and I let out a sigh of relief. I was finally going to release this sexual tension that had been building up for months. His finger ran back and forth over my clit as fast as he could. It didn't take but a few moments and I was covering my mouth so that I didn't scream out loud. I came all over his fingers as he plunged them deep inside of me. I pressed my hips into his hands while moaning and breathing into his neck. "That was nice," I whispered into his ear. I could feel his cheek tighten as if he might be smiling.

His right hand was lifted out of my leotard and I took a deep breath. Before I could wrap my mind around what just happened, all of a sudden I felt him opening the snaps of my leotard, exposing my ass and pussy to him. I could feel his hard dick pushing against my smooth, phat ass. He pushed down on my back so that I was bending over just a tad. He whispered into my ear, "Spread your legs." I immediately obeyed and then I could feel him rubbing the head of his dick back and forth against my sopping wet pussy. Was this shit REAL? Was he really going to fuck me right here on the dance floor?

Yes. His dick plunged into me so hard and so deep that I let out a loud squeak. He grabbed my hips as he pulled out and slammed into me over and over. It felt so good and so wrong at the same time. I grabbed my breasts and licked my lips as the music continued to blast all around us. Nobody seemed to pay us any attention as his dick slammed in and out of my tight ass pussy! It was thrilling! "Was THIS what you wanted?" I nodded as I slipped my hand back down and stroked my clit. I wanted to cum all over his dick. He leaned into my neck and whispered "Cum for me." His voice turned me on so much that I wanted to cum right then and there! I started rubbing my clit faster and faster as he pounded away in my wetness. "Yes! I'm gonna cum for you Dwayne! Fuck me just like that!" Oh fuck! I just said his name! Maybe he didn't notice...

I could feel more of my juices leaking and pressure building as I started to get closer and closer to ecstasy. I turned my head towards him and tried to tell him that I was close but it was too late! My body started convulsing as I pushed out another orgasm. I could feel his manhood still pounding deep inside of me as my pussy gushed and continued to tighten around him. I could feel his body shaking as he grabbed hold of my hips and slammed into me one last time. I could feel his cum squirting and coating my walls. It felt amazing! My body filled with this masked man’s cum. My body fell limp against him.

"That shit was OFFICIAL," he said while pulling his softening dick out of my pussy. I could feel his seed warming my insides. A moment I had waited for had finally come to pass. I couldn’t have wiped the smile off my face if I tried. I fastened my leotard secure and turned around to face him. He was still masked and he had a smile as wide as mine. He had just given me the best orgasm I had ever had. “So, does every guy have to go through this to find out your name?” he asked. I leaned over, kissed him and replied, “You should see what happens when you try asking for my number!” Then I turned around and walked away, giggling to myself all the while.

I didn’t get too far away before my cell phone vibrated with a text message from Dwayne.  
So you wasn’t gon tell me that was you Selena? Tsk.. Tsk.. Damn shame!.. ;)
Before I could even reply and ask him how he knew it was me, he whispered in my ear “I know your perfume...and besides, you ALWAYS say my name like that when you're about to cum! Don't worry, your secret's safe with me!” 

Grads Gone Wild - An Erotic Tale...

Grads Gone Wild - An Erotic Tale...

You'd think graduate students would be better behaved, right? I mean, we're adults, we've done the whole partying thing in college. We're here to get our degrees, basically, and that's about it. At least, that's the theory. And for the most part, my experience doing graduate work was like that, until one particular incident that veered so far off the path of "appropriate" it probably would have gotten all three of us kicked out if we'd been caught.

We were taking Human Sexuality that semester, almost our last—one more semester and we'd all have a Masters in Psychology. There were three of us who missed two of the "audio-visual" days in the class. I happened to have jury duty. I don't know what Romeo and Mya's excuses were, but I had a feeling they were probably together doing something they shouldn't have been. They were both in a relationship--with other people—but we all knew what was going on between them.

Our professor, Dr. Bradley, was very soft-spoken and sweet. I think we all found it a little uncomfortable to be talking about vaginas and penises and erectile dysfunction with a woman who could barely speak above a whisper. I remember her always fighting with her long, frizzy brown hair, pushing it behind her ears, pulling it back into ponytails that hung halfway down her back. She fidgeted, too. Her disposition always seemed to make me nervous, even if the topic of the day didn't.

I think that was the reason she insisted on the videos. She was in love with the videos as a teaching tool, or really, teaching replacement. I think she allowed the videos to say all the things she couldn't bring herself to. Romeo and Mya had passed notes through the erectile dysfunction video two weeks before, and I'd worked on the paper I had due for Marriage and Family Relations.

Not that parts of the video weren't interesting. The last one had been intriguing. But it was shocking to sit in a classroom with fifty other people and watch couples practice techniques to prolong erection on the flat screen up front. They were real couples—real men, with real dicks. HARD ones. And their partners were real women, learning how to squeeze the base of the dick just before cumming. Which meant watching these men get jacked off a lot and getting this close to cumming. Over and over again.

I admit, I was soaking wet after that one. I knew it was supposed to be clinical and a learning experience, but damn... The body responds, sometimes, involuntarily. I crossed and uncrossed my legs a lot during that class. Did a lot of wiggling in my seat. Wondered if anyone else was having the same reaction I was. I mean, how could they not? I know Romeo and Mya left together pretty quickly after class, and I saw his hand slip low on her behind, squeezing, as they went out the door.

The first video the three of us had missed was about masturbation. "Normalizing Masturbation" was the title, she told us as she slipped the tape into the VCR. Mya and Romeo exchanged a look. I tried not to watch them and focused on the screen, thinking about the paper I had due in Ethics and Values and wondering if I was going to have time to work on it if the professor left the room.

I didn't have to wonder long—she told us we could go after the tape was finished, that she'd be in her office in the next building if we needed her. I actually considered leaving. I think Mya and Romeo did too. We exchanged raised eyebrows when she left, contemplating, and I probably would have gone. I think they would have, too.

But then the tape started.

And it started with a naked woman, lying on her back, hooked up to electrodes as if she were a science experiment...like some Weird Science kinda shit! It was clearly a late seventies or early eighties video—she had short, dark feathered hair, and I don't think she'd ever even thought about any sort of depilatory process between her thighs, as was the current fashion. How sad! I was shaved completely smooth down there except for a small curly landing strip. I wondered briefly if Mya was shaved, something that had never occurred to me before. She was stunning, impeccably dressed, always in short skirts showing off her long, smooth, toned legs.

But that we were watching a naked woman on a table hooked up to all sorts of machines wasn't the shocking part. That came next, when the narrator told us she was going to masturbate, and they would be measuring her physical response—hence all the wires. Mya leaned over to Romeo and whispered something to him, her long dark hair hiding her face as she did. He gave a low laugh, his eyes skipping from the screen over to me.

It was a secret gaze, something I could tell he didn't want Mya to see, and that, coupled with the fact that the woman on the screen was now spreading her pussy wide open for all of us to see, made my pulse increase. It was a good thing I wasn't hooked up to any wires, I thought. Romeo and Mya were talking, their voices too low for me to hear, his shaved head bent toward hers. I found intentionally bald men incredibly sexy. They really made a handsome couple.

I took out the notes I'd made already for my paper, trying to concentrate, but on the screen the woman was using two fingers to rub her clit. The narrator was explaining that the clitoris was the female equivalent of the male penis, hidden behind a "hood" of flesh similar to the male's foreskin. The clitoris was extremely sensitive and felt good when touched, the narrator went on.

Well, duh! I crossed my legs, squeezing them together, feeling my own clit throbbing. The woman on screen was breathing faster. Shit, so was I! The words on the paper in front of me blurred as I listened to her masturbate, her fingers moving faster and faster between her legs. I glanced at the screen—my face was almost as flushed as hers. High color dotted her cheeks, and her lip-glossed mouth opened with a soft sigh, a low moan. Jesus, this was like watching porn—except in a classroom, where I wasn't supposed to be turned on by it!

Just a few desks away, Romeo and Mya were responding, too. Mya slid down in her seat, her skirt riding up, and although her back was to me, I saw Romeo leaning in toward her, and I wondered where his hand was. The thought made my heart race and I tried not to look like I was watching, but I was—I was watching hard. Then Mya's bare foot—she'd kicked off her heels—found its way to Romeo's crotch, rubbing there. His hips pressed forward to give her better access and I stared at the bulge there.

When Mya's head went back against the desk seat, I couldn't help but see the similarities between her flushed face and the woman on the screen. They were both breathing hard, breasts rising and falling, mouths open in soft "o's" as they got closer to climax. I couldn't believe what I was seeing—either on screen or off. Romeo and Mya were paying no attention to me. I glanced at the door, wondering if someone might come in, my pussy aching between my legs. God, I wanted him to touch me like that. I could tell he was touching her—I couldn't see his hand up under her skirt, but I saw the muscles high on his arm moving, flexing with the motion.

"Almost," I heard Mya whisper and my clit throbbed. I couldn't stop staring. The woman on the screen was nothing compared to the show going on right in front of me. The sight was irresistible, and so was the blissful agony between my legs. I had to touch myself. I had to. I wasn't wearing a skirt—I rarely wore them at all—but I pressed the seam of my jeans against my clit, moving it back and forth as Mya pushed her hips forward, then back. She was fucking his hand under her skirt, and I wanted to see. God, I wanted to see!

I lifted my eyes to the screen for a moment. The woman there was just as close as Mya, her thighs shaking, her nipples hard. The narrator told us the obvious—the woman was about to have an orgasm. When I turned my gaze back to the room, my eyes met Romeo's and I froze. He was watching me, his arm and hand still working under Mya's skirt. His gaze dropped deliberately between my legs, where my hand pressed against that ache.

"Take them off," he mouthed. Mya's eyes were closed. She couldn't see me, wasn't aware of anything but her own pleasure. I flushed, shaking my head, moving my hand away. There was no way I could do anything so...

"Do it." His eyes were dark, demanding, again the words just mouthed, no sound. But his insistence was clear enough. His other hand moved between his legs, unzipping his own jeans. I gaped, wide-eyed, as his dick appeared above his zipper, standing straight up and hard. I had to swallow the sudden burst of spit in my mouth. He made my mouth wet.

"You." He mouthed it again, pointing in my direction, and I found myself standing in a daze, unbuttoning my jeans, sliding them down my hips. I had to toe off my shoes to get them off and Romeo nodded encouragement as Mya moaned softly, shuddering in her seat. I stood there in my blouse and panties—just plain white cotton—feeling shy and afraid of getting caught, but unable to help myself.

Then he crooked a finger at me, and I went. On the screen, there was yet another woman hooked up to more wires. The last one had came already. The narrator explained that this time, they would show a woman who could have multiple orgasms. Shit, I would kill for just one. I thought, as I approached my classmates. Mya's eyes were open now, and she looked around, seeing me standing beside the desk in my panties, arms crossed as if I were cold, or ashamed. Maybe a little of both.

"Tracy!" she gasped my name, eyes widening, taking in my state of undress. I opened my mouth to explain, but no words came out.

"She looked lonely over there," Romeo explained with a grin.

Mya sat up in her seat, and my body responded when Romeo took a glistening hand out from under her skirt and licked his fingers. She looked me up and down and then smiled.

"I bet you've got a pretty pussy..." She tugged on the elastic of my panties, pulling me toward her and peeking in all at once. "I always wondered...just how pretty it is...It's nice...and shaved. Oh... Romeo... look."

"I'm looking." His hand stayed wrapped around his dick. "Pull them off."

Mya did as she was told, and I let her, gasping when her fingers parted my already swollen pussy lips, probing inside. She pressed me back against the desk behind her, making me sit. I glanced over my shoulder at the door, still afraid someone might come in, but that thought quickly left my head when she used her hands to spread my thighs, leaning in and kissing my clit.

"Oh my God," I whispered, leaning back on the desk, using my hands to prop myself up. Romeo was standing now, coming toward us. He undid my blouse, my bra, groaning at the sight of my hard ass nipples, gasping when he sucked them into his mouth. His hand moved slowly up and down the length of his thick dick, and I wanted to touch it, but didn't know if I should. I was in the middle of this, Mya's tongue making heavenly circles around my clit, matching Romeo's motion over my nipple, and I was still holding back, unsure.

I didn't get a chance, though. He moved behind Mya, lifting her skirt. She was standing, leaning over to lick me, and she arched her back when he entered her, moaning against my pussy, making me squirm. Her face was wet with my juices, her tongue working fast, lightning fast against my clit.

"Oh Mya, I'm..." I was going to tell her. The sight of Romeo fucking her from behind, his hungry eyes on me, the velvet feel of her tongue, and the sound of the woman moaning as she masturbated on the flat screen in the front of the classroom were all too much. I was cumming—but I couldn't speak. My breath was gone, my voice, and I made no sound at all as I lifted my hips to her eager mouth, my whole body quivering with my climax.

"Fuck, that shit is sexy," Romeo murmured, pumping his dick into Mya even faster.

The narrator's voice said, "There are some women who can have more than one orgasm during the same session. Watch as our subject continues to touch herself after the first climax experience. Her arousal state is still heightened..."

I whimpered when Mya's mouth moved to kiss my thigh. "More?" Even to my own ears, my words sounded like a plea.

"Sounds like someone else can have multiple orgasms," Romeo said with a grin.

I nodded, eager, my fingers moving to my clit, rubbing.

"Ahhh damn... Mya, I want to fuck her, too."

"So do it!" Mya stood, moving out of the way, her eyes bright. "Fuck that sweet little shaved pussy."

I looked between them as he moved forward, his dick slick with Mya's juices. I grabbed it before he reached his goal, sliding my hand up and down the length, feeling it pulse. God, I loved the feel of a dick in my hand! Romeo bit his lip as I guided him, wiggling into position, and he grabbed my hips before plunging in deep inside my pussy.

"Oh yeahhhh!" He stayed there a moment, savoring, and so was I, loving how much he filled my aching hole. Mya's hand moved over my breasts, my stomach, as Romeo began to move inside me. Her other hand was under her skirt, and I realized I still hadn't seen her, and had a sudden longing to taste her. I hadn't been with a woman since college—undergrad, anyway—but I was so turned on I could barely stand it.

"Come here," I murmured, reaching for Mya and laying back completely on the desk. There was just enough room for my torso, my head hanging off the back, Romeo working his dick between my thighs at the other end. Mya lifted her skirt for me—no panties, and her pussy was shaved, too, leaving a dark triangle above—and I grabbed her hips, pulling her to me and fastening onto her with a desperate hunger.

"Lift your skirt higher," Romeo ordered, pumping his dick faster into my pussy. "Oh fuck, that's gorgeous! Lick her, Tracy. This pussy feels so good. Fuck, you're so tight and wet, I can't..."

Mya was up on her tiptoes, working her hips in circles, pressing her pussy against my mouth, and my whole face was soon covered with her wetness. Her clit was hard under my tongue and I focused there, my hand sneaking down to rub my own clit as Romeo pounded into me, his hands gripping my hips hard.

"Oh shit, oh shit," Mya moaned, and I felt hands on my breasts—they were soft and small, hers—pinching my nipples, making me suck her clit harder. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum all over your face!"

I made a low noise in my throat, wrapping my arms around her hips, diving in deep and moaning when I felt Romeo's fingers take over on my clit where mine had left off. Mya's whole body tensed as she came, little shivers moving through her again and again, her rich juices now pooling at the hollow of my throat.

"Ahhhhh shit!" Romeo was going to cum, and I was almost there. Mya, still gasping, moved toward him, her hands on my thighs, pulling my legs back. I moved up to my elbows, still swallowing the taste of Mya's pussy, and the sight of Romeo's dick sliding into my smooth, wet slit sent a quick rush of pleasure through me.

Then I couldn't see anything, because Mya's mouth was on my clit, her tongue lashing over and over. I groaned at the loss when Romeo slid out of me, but a moment later she stepped back as he flooded my clit with his cum, hot pulsing waves of it spurting against my flesh, and the sensation took me over the edge. I arched and shuddered on the desk as Mya resumed working between my legs, licking up the flooding river of Romeo's cum from my throbbing clit as fast as he could shoot it.

On the screen, the narrator continued, "Masturbation is a natural part of human sexuality, and nothing to be ashamed of..."

Maybe so, but I flushed with embarrassment now in the aftermath. I wiped myself clean with a Kleenex Mya gave me and shook my head in disbelief. Did that shit REALLY just happen? I found my panties under the desk and pulled my jeans on as quickly as I could, while Romeo and Mya straightened themselves up. I kept glancing at the door, but it never opened.

When I was fully dressed again, I shouldered my backpack, still tasting Mya in my mouth, and turned to face them.

"Wanna go out to lunch?" Mya suggested, holding her hand out to me.

I hesitated for a moment, glancing at the credits on the screen. "I guess...the video's over."

"Yeah, I DEFINITELY worked up an appetite!" Romeo grinned as we fell into a formation as we walked, me between the two of them. "Too bad someone wasn't taping us!"

"Thank god they weren't!" I gasped.

"Oh come on, Tracy! You know you liked it..." Mya laughed at my shocked expression. "I can't wait to see what we do NEXT WEEK...according to the syllabus, the other video we missed is called 'The Joys Of Oral Sex'..."

"Next week?" I looked at them both with confusion.

"Yeah, next week!" Romeo said, chuckling as he put his arm around my shoulder. "I know you didn't think we were done with you and that sweet little pussy of yours...did you? This party's JUST gettin' started!"

Cum In 60 Seconds - An Erotic Quickie...

 Cum In 60 Seconds - An Erotic Quickie...

"Sixty seconds." Tayvon pushed the elevator button. "I can make ANY woman cum in sixty seconds..."

Kiana snorted. "I don't know if you should be bragging about this, Tay..."

"Why not?"

"I'm just sayin'..." She shrugged, checking her purse for their press passes. She wasn't surprised by the turn in conversation. The sexual tension had been apparent between them all night. The fact that they were sharing a hotel room with their beds only a few feet apart didn't help much.

Business. Kiana reminded herself, all night long. They were co-workers, nothing more. Never mind that Tayvon had flirted and teased her mercilessly for years. Never mind that she'd wanted to take him up on his many offers to take her out, and might have, except for the fact that he was out with a new girl every other week.

Business, we're here on business. Don't get distracted girl.

Tayvon grinned. "Hey, I wonder if there's a world record..."

"You want to make Guinness as the world's fastest fuck?" Kiana arched one finely plucked eyebrow and stabbed at the elevator button again. If they didn't hurry, they were going to be really late.

"Why not?" He winked. "Everyone has to have their fifteen minutes of fame."

"More like SIXTY SECONDS of fame!" She snorted. Then she smiled, a slow, sly spread of lips and teeth.

She began to press the elevator button one more time, as if it would appear by magic.

"Remember...I can always show you better than I can tell you!"

She gave him a steady look. "It seems...awfully fast."

"It is." He nodded, and then shrugged. "But what's wrong with a quickie?"

"Nothing...if both of you get something out of it."

"Hey, I don't gotta lie on my dick. It's just THAT good!" Tayvon straightened his tie, checking his reflection in the elevator doors. God, he was so vain. Not that he didn't have a right to be. Even in his suit, she could tell how muscular he was.

"Oh, come on!" Kiana exclaimed as the doors opened and several people got out. "There's no way these women are cumming in sixty seconds!"

"Shh!" Tayvon hustled her into the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor. Kiana let him hang onto her elbow, smiling at the way his hand brushed against the side of her breast, as if she might not notice. She didn't know how much more she could take. If they were going to be together like this all day long...

"They are, too!" Tayvon insisted.

"They are not," she scoffed. "They're fakin' it."

He rolled his eyes. "I know the difference."

"You do not."

"Yes, I do!"

"Aight..." Kiana turned to face him, her eyes bright with daring. "Let's see if you REALLY can tell the difference."

Tayvon swallowed hard. "What?"

"Come on." She pressed the emergency stop button and the elevator came to a jerking halt, the alarm buzzing. "We got two minutes."

"Are you serious?" His eyes widened.

"You know you want to..." She turned, hiking her navy skirt up, revealing black panties and thigh highs.

His eyes dipped between her legs. "Well...yeah...but..."

"Two minutes is more than enough time, right?" Her fingers nudged her panties aside to reveal her smooth, shaved lips. "That's what you said..."

Tayvon groaned softly. "Damn, Kiana..."

"See if you can make me cum in sixty seconds..." She winked over her shoulder at him as her slippery fingers opened herself to him. Tayvon unzipped his slacks.

"Can I—?" His dick nudged her fingers. "Really?"

She reached back, guiding him in. "Is this what you want?"

"Oh fuck..." He pressed forward, grabbing her hips and sliding his stiff dick between her swollen lower lips. "God, you feel so fuckin' good!"

She arched, grasping the rail. "So do you..." Her hips danced, round and round. His fingers searched out her clit, rubbing fast. She couldn't control the wetness between her thighs.

"Fifteen seconds..." Kiana murmured, glancing at her watch.

Tayvon thrust slower, groaning as his dick filled her up. "I knew I shoulda beat my dick this morning..."

"Close?" She squeezed his dick, teasing.

"Are you?" He gasped, fingers circling her clit.

"Almost there...rub it faster! Thirty!"

"Are you really?" he panted as he pounded her harder. "Or you just sayin' that?"

"Just shut up...Shut up and fuck me Tay...and don't you fuckin' stop," she begged, biting her lip.

He did as he was told, sliding all of his long dick inside her pussy with determination.

"Don't stop fucking me!" She screamed as she rocked back on him.

His dick was rock hard as he shoved it in deeper. His knees began to weaken. "I'm bout to cum!"

"SIXTY!" she moaned, her pussy fluttering around him as his load coated her walls. "Damn...you weren't kidding..."

"Did you cum?" he asked, as he pulled out of her and began to get himself together.

She grinned. "Couldn't you tell?"

"Um..."

"See, I told you..." Kiana turned the emergency stop off.

"Okay, so tell me..." He watched her pull panties up and skirt back down. "The truth."

She winked at him, straightening one stocking. "I guess you'll have to fuck me again to be sure."

Tayvon's eyes brightened as the elevator doors slid open and a sly smile spread across his face. "Maybe I will..."

Picture Me... - An Erotic Tale...

Picture Me... - An Erotic Tale...

I hear it in your voice. I see it in the way you look at me. You show it when you lick your lips and smile after saying my name. As if the very mention of my existence should be caressed by your tongue. You wonder what I would feel like underneath you. You want to touch me, to smell my skin. You want to be inside me. It’s all possible. Just close your eyes and picture me...

I’m behind you. You hear footsteps and instantly know it’s me. You turn to see my smile of recognition. As usual, I’m happy to see you. I lace my fingers with yours as I move into you. You wrap your arms around me, trapping my hands behind my back. You lean in towards me. Slowly, hesitantly with a question in your eyes. I part my lips and tilt my head, granting permission.

The kiss is gentle and cautious. You test the waters. I open my mouth wider to give our tongues more room to play. You release my hands to palm and squeeze my ass. My hands frame your face as we move closer still. You can smell my perfume. It’s exotic, floral, and just what you expected. The kiss deepens as your hands roam over my body, committing the feel of my shape to memory. Your mouth moves to my neck, your hand on the back of my head, as you taste my warm skin.

You back me up against the wall. You wrap both of my wrists in your strong hand and raise my arms above my head, holding me in place. Your other hand undoes a button on my blouse. You slowly trail a finger against the skin you’ve exposed. You explore my collarbone, tracing the curve underneath my blouse towards my shoulder.

You undo another button. The tops of my breasts are visible. You can see the sheerness of my bra… the shadow of cleavage in the cleft between my breasts.

Another button. You see my nipples harden, straining against the bra’s fabric. You trace the dark areolas with your fingertip.

Another button. The full, round shape of my breasts are visible. You cup them, one by one, cataloguing the sensation.

Another button. You can see just above my belly button. You tickle me and I can't hold back my giggle.

The last button. You trace the rim of cotton around my waist, running your fingers over my tattoo and teasing the sensitive skin at the base of my spine. My hips push forward as you unsnap my pants. You release my hands and inhale slowly. I stare at you with lust as a devious smile spreads across my face. "Well what are you waitin' for? An invitation?! Come on and fuck me boy..."

You exhale and chuckle at my teasing. You grab handfuls of my pants. Pulling, you lower yourself with them. Your eyes are closed as you press your face into the sheer fabric of my panties and breathe deeply. You look up at me and smile. You hadn’t expected my pussy to smell so sweet. I look down to watch you linger there, your nose once again at the v of my damp slit. I place my hands on your shoulders to steady myself as you remove my shoes, jeans, and panties.

You rise slowly, running your hands up the length of my body. It's hot to the touch. Your hands reach my bra and stop abruptly as if intimidated by the thin material. You clumsily undo the clasp and pull it from my arms. You take a step back and marvel at me completely naked in front of you. I stand confident and boldly meet your gaze as we stare into each other’s eyes. You have a knowing smile on your face. You step in, cupping my face with your hands. You kiss me, thoroughly, completely...making my knees go weak. My breath catches in my chest. This passion is overwhelming.

Your tongue probes every corner of my mouth. The seductive dance between our tongues quickens my pulse. You release me to look deeply into my eyes. I see another question there. As if your eyes are asking me if I'm REALLY ready for you. I whisper, “Yes,” in response.

You move me to the bed laying me on my side. I hear you remove your clothes and then you are with me, pressed against my ass. Your hands begin a gentle journey of my body. Starting at the curve of my breast, sliding slowly over my ribcage, moving down into the indentation of my waist, back up over the curve of my hip, over my thigh and behind my leg to where my ass and thigh meet. You playfully slap my phat ass and it jiggles in response. I giggle again.

You lift my leg and place it behind me, over your hip. You reach around to find my moist center. You insert a finger and move in light circles, enjoying the sounds my pussy is making. The head of your hard, throbbing dick presses against my dripping wetness. She’s oh so ready for you. In one fluid motion, you bury yourself deep inside me. Filling me. I scream into a pillow. I can feel your pelvis on my ass and I revel in the thought that I have all of your wonderful manhood inside me. My muscles contract to hold you firmly in place. It doesn't ever wanna let you go. You moan and begin to slide out relunctantly. You enter me again at a leisurely pace. This feeling is...bliss.

I concentrate on my muscles, keeping my pussy tight, enveloping you in my warm juices. You plant yourself deep inside and rotate your hips, furthering your penetration. Your hands move to my breasts. My nipples are hard for you. A soft moan escapes my lips. This slow, smooth lovemaking is what you knew I’d like. My moans deepen and become louder. Your pace quickens as you bite and suck on my neck and back. I can feel the heat as you leave your mark on my flesh. I love it.

Your fingers and mine mingle together above our heads. With your free hand, you pinch my nipple and squeeze it roughly. I cry out in pain and pleasure, unsure where one ends and the other begins. I push my ass against you, silently begging for release. I want you to make me cum. You release my nipple and reach down to touch my clit. I gasp and it fuels your fire. You trace your finger along the lips of my pussy, feeling the way your dick is bustin' it wide open. It's ALL yours! You increase the pace, slapping yourself against me as I tell you I want you to fuck me harder. You comply without thought.

My moans are getting louder now. You can tell from the sounds that I'm gonna cum soon. You finger my clit and my head moves back into your shoulder. I climax, squeezing your hand, throwing the pillow and gripping the sheets. I yell your name, over and over again as an intense white-hot heat surges through me. I can't breathe as you continue ravaging my pussy with your dick. I squeeze my pussy and my legs as tightly as I can until I feel your body begin to spasm. Your face is in my hair, breathing in my scent. You growl deep in your chest. The sounds you're making, your fingers and feeling your cum shooting inside me bring me to another orgasm. It starts at my sensitive clit, underneath your fingertips and just radiates outward, rippling through every nerve. I still feel spurts of your hot cum filling my pussy as your dick continues to throb. You whisper my name as your body stills. I can tell you're smiling behind me. I'm smiling, too. We are silent as the power of what just happened consumes us. I don’t want to break the silence, but I've got to tell you what has been true since the first time you smiled at me…

“I belong to you.”

You let the revelation sink in, glowing in it’s magnitude as you hold me close.

Wasn't that amazing?! Did you enjoy it as much as I did? Cause you can have me again...anytime, anyplace. All you gotta do is just close your eyes and picture me...

A Picture's Worth... - An Erotic Tale...

A Picture's Worth... - An Erotic Tale...

I was on my knees today, cleaning under the bed when I came across a box of pictures. I was curious, so I opened it up and immediately felt my cheeks get hot. I picked up each one, remembering the times we shared at Miami Beach. Those were the pictures on the top. The snapshots of you laying on the sand naked, your dick rock hard and your fingers wrapped around it. I recalled snapping the pictures while you stroked it because when you finally came I dropped the camera and let you cum all over my tongue. The fact that I needed you was apparent, since the shots you took of you fucking me from the back show how wet you made this pussy. It was hard to take pics of some of the more "acrobatic" positions you had me in and I remember we agreed we were going to get a video flip cam when we got home. I still can't believe we fucked each other senseless on that beach! Someone could've walked by at any time...but we didn't care one bit. We were so wild!

I moved past the beach shots and grinned as I ran my fingers down the glossy images from the night we celebrated our anniversary at the Four Seasons. You were excited to see the camera sitting there on a tripod and me laying on the center of the bed wearing a black thong and bra that you couldn't wait to tear off me. I sat there gazing at photos of your tongue licking on my nipples and your fingers thrusting into my juicy, wet pussy. The lights were low, but the flash still made my juices glisten. There are shots of your dick sliding into the hot, pink home where only your dick has been...well yours and that toy you bought me. Yeah, there is a picture in here of that too!

After those, I found the digital pictures of our fuck fest during the vacation to the cabin in the mountains. Baby, I think you know what they showed me! Pictures of me riding you and my head thrown back in ecstasy as my pussy squeezed every drop of cum your balls had to offer. We fucked non-stop in front of that fireplace and never gave that bearskin rug a break! Damn. My ass looks so good in the shots you got of me riding you in the Reverse Cowgirl position. You LOVED when I would make my ass clap and jump all over your dick in that position. I knew it drove you wild and it would only be a matter of time before your dick started throbbing and filled me with your seed.

There was more in the box, but by now, I was in a bit of a dilemma. I was horny and wet, but also sad. How do you deal with the passion and desire that memories of a love long gone bring back to the surface? I sighed, sat the photos out on the bed and laid next to them. I stared at each one as my fingers parted the sides of my robe and I found myself exploring the areas that had been explored in the photos. God, baby, I was so hot as I slid my fingers into my mouth, wishing it were you instead. Oh, how I loved tasting you and making your knees go weak! I imagined you behind me and I could swear I felt your hands roaming down my stomach and then up to cup my breasts. I stared at a picture that I took of your long, thick dick and I could almost feel it sliding in behind me and filling me up. I lifted my leg and sent my fingers down to my pussy where I played with my hot, moist opening.

Another picture caught my attention and I moaned as my fingers dove deep, just like your tongue did the day it was taken. I was soaking wet baby. We used to fuck so good, didn't we? Don't you miss that? Don't you miss this pussy? I miss those muscles of yours...and that smile... I miss the slow, sensual caresses that drove me crazy with desire and the look in your eyes as you stroked this pussy of mine into submission. You always knew how I wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked and you never disappointed. You were so good to my body, baby and I was good to yours too, if my memory serves me right. It usually does. I miss you cumming inside of me...Mmmmm...I closed my eyes for a moment and breathed in the sweet scent of my pussy, wishing to the heavens that your scent was with me. Suddenly, it was and I knew the thoughts of you were taking me to a level of pleasure that I rarely reach anymore. I could hear your voice in my ear demanding me to cum all over your dick. I could feel your lips on my neck and your fingers on my hips as I showered my hand with my wetness.

No one was there to hear my gasps and moans of carnal pleasure. No one was there to hear me scream your name or feel the hot juices spill from my pussy. No one was there to witness it fill my palm and coat my fingers, or to see me bring them to my lips and lick them clean with my tongue. I opened my eyes and saw a picture of us, holding hands and looking out at the sunset. Baby, I miss you, need you, want you, and long to be in your arms again...but for now, I have the box of pictures and the memories of the wonderful times we shared together. I'll cherish them always...

The REAL Treat [Part 2] - An Erotic Tale...

 The REAL Treat [Part 2] - An Erotic Tale...

She wakes up and runs her fingers through her hair. Sigh. Another fuckin’ dream about him. Third one this week. She looks down at her soaking wet panties and shakes her head. Damn you Marcus! She gets out of bed, takes them off, showers and starts packing her TinkerBell overnight bag.


Yet another retreat. The first one didn’t go quite as I planned and we never got to finish what we started. But maybe this time…it might be different. It has been months since their time alone abruptly ended at the last retreat and she still had a little resentment. The anticipation of spending more alone time with him made her shudder with excitement. She could almost feel his eyes on her. She's never seen eyes like his. They were gorgeous. But there was something sinful and sexual about them. She could never hold eye contact with him for more than 5 seconds for fear of turning bright red in front of everyone. 5 seconds was all she needed to churn her imagination though. Her imagination, among other things... Then a harsh reality sets in. You need to calm your ass down. He has a girlfriend now. We can’t do that this time around...

Everyone arrives at the hotel and after all of the group activities are over, in pairs, settle into their rooms. Her roommate Kimora leaves the room to join some of their co-workers, leaving Bianca in quiet solitude with no complaints. She strips down to take another hot shower and washes her day away. She puts on a t-shirt and a pair of ass hugging shorts, grabs her iPod and heads down to the lobby to use their internet. Since there's no one else in the elevator, she bobs her head and sways her body as Plies' Ride Dick So Good blasts through her headphones. She doesn't notice the elevator is about to stop on the 2nd floor until just before the doors open. The 2nd floor. His floor.

The doors open and there he stands. Shit.

"Hey you," he says, coolly.

"Hey, are you goin’ to the lobby?" she responds, smiling (she can't help it), but trying to match his coolness.

"Yeah, the WiFi in my room ain't working."

"Mine isn’t either. At least they have computers we can use." Come ON, is that all you could come up with? Pitiful. She looks down at her feet, scared and excited to catch his eye. Relax bitch. Just breathe.

They walk towards the computers, but only one is available. He tries to be a gentleman and let her use it first, but she insists that he goes ahead of her. He's about halfway finished when the computer next to his opens up. She grabs the mouse and accidentally brushes the back of her hand against his arm. She quickly glances up at him to see if he noticed. She saw his gaze drop down to his arm for a second and the corners of his mouth turn up, but he doesn't move. She's content to be this close to him.

He nudges her hand to get her attention. "Here, watch this."

He shows her a trailer to a new horror movie coming out.

"You like scary movies?" she asks.

"Not always, but this one looks... interesting."

Excitedly, she asks, "Oh! Have you seen the one that just came out last weekend?"

"Nah."

“Oh. I’m surprised you and your girlfriend haven’t seen it yet.” She said with a smile.

“I would’ve taken her but she’s not really into scary stuff. She can’t handle it. Is it even worth seeing?”

"I haven’t watched it yet," then suddenly feeling brave, "BUT I have it on my laptop upstairs. You want to watch it with me?"

"What about your roommate? Where she at?"

"She's hanging out with Kimmy and Jacqueline tonight."

"Aight. Let's go then." He stands up. Her heart starts pounding at the realization of what is happening.

They head upstairs. We're just watching a movie. That's all. Stop trippin’.

"Sit wherever you want," she says as she pulls out her laptop.

He chooses the floor, leaning back against the side of the bed. She sits on the edge of the bed with her legs next to him, searching for the movie on her computer.

"Alright...here it is!” She sets the laptop on the floor and lies on her stomach on the bed, her head close to his.

He looks back at her and asks, "Mind if I turn the lights off?"

"Go ahead," she says as she lays her head down on her arms.

He sits back down in his spot, one leg up, one leg extended out. The computer screen flickers brightly with neon words that look like they were written by demon-possessed children. BANG! The loud noise made her gasp. When she exhales, he could feel it blow past his ear and down his neck. He closes his eyes to subdue his arousal. She looks over at him and places her hand on his shoulder, "Marcus, you're not asleep ALREADY, are you?"

"Nah, I’m up."

"Are you sure? We could switch places if you want."

"No, I'm fine down here. If I lie down on the bed, then my ass will be sleep!"

They laugh as the woman on the screen shuts the medicine cabinet mirror. Her husband suddenly appears behind her as the mirror screeches close, startling her.

They both jump at the sudden sound. They look at each other and smile, both a little embarrassed that they jumped at a little noise. After he turns back to the movie, her hand absentmindedly starts stroking and scratching the back of his head. He closes his eyes and lets the sensations wash over him. He has the most adorable little ears. Her fingers dance over to his ears, tracing with her fingernail from the top, curving down to the earlobe. She rubs her thumb up and down them. She could feel them getting warmer. I want him so bad. She suddenly grabs his hand. It feels big in hers. She cups his hand to her face, down to her mouth. He watches as she sucks his fingers between her lips. He turns his body to her and their eyes lock. Her heart was pounding so loudly she could feel it in her ears. He leans in to kiss her and it takes her breath away. She closes her eyes and starts kissing him back. Her stomach flutters with nervous erotic energy. This feels SO good...TOO good.

Suddenly realizing what she was doing, she pushes him away and sits up on the bed.

"I'm sorry. We...prob...I mean...We...can’t…", she stammered, her mouth unable to catch up with her thoughts.


"You ain't gotta be sorry. I kissed you."

"Yes, but I shouldn't have kissed you back. You with somebody now."

"No…I’m with YOU…RIGHT NOW…all that other shit don't matter. I been thinkin' 'bout you...and we got unfinished business. You know you want to."

She turns to see him standing next to the bed, waiting for her response. He does make a good point. I have been wanting this. I DESERVE this! She's caught in his gaze and like a moth to a flame; she throws her body to him. She spins around, kneeling in front of him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him onto her lips. They start pawing and grabbing each other, exploring each other's bodies. He smells so good. Their deep breaths turn to hot panting. She stands up on the bed, her face above his, still sucking the breath from his lungs. He unbuttons her booty shorts and pulls them down. She claws his shirt off and throws it behind her. His middle finger presses against the moist spot on her thong. She moans into his mouth and wraps her legs around his torso.

He spins her around and pushes her up against the hotel room door, hard. His sudden roughness turns her on. She plants her feet back on the ground and, pushing on his hips, guides him towards the chair. Before he could sit down, she slides down his body, kneeling in front of his belt buckle. She looks up into his eyes as her hands skillfully unbuckle, unbutton and unzip the barrier to his long, stiff dick. With one swift movement, she pulls his pants off and pushes him down on the chair. She crawls up between his knees and strokes him through his boxers. His hands clutch at the sides of the chair as he throws his head back. She relishes in his reaction and strokes him once more. She puts her mouth against the cotton and blows hot air against it. The warmth spreads, getting his nuts excited and making his dick even harder in anticipation.

She tugs his boxers down, exposing his long, thick dick. Oh I’ve missed you! She smiles as she firmly wraps her hand around it and guides it deep down her throat, her tongue swirling back up the shaft. Her head bobs back down, swallowing him deep. His dick leaves her mouth with a pop. She strokes him with her hand as her tongue licks the spot between his balls, occasionally sucking both of his nuts into her mouth. He stares at her in awe as she licks up from the base of his dick to the tip, sucking all of him back down her throat and then out again. She gradually strokes him faster, wrapping her lips and tongue around his head. He can't hold his nut much longer. She KNEW she was drivin’ him wild…and she wasn’t gonna stop. His hand hovers near her head, tempted to push it down. Just as he was about to, she begins to deep throat him while making her tongue ring massage the underside of his shaft.

"OH FUCK! I’M BOUT TO NUT!" His eyes roll back and his dick twitches as he erupts into her mouth. She's careful to catch every drop, moaning as she licks him clean and savors the taste of him. It had been too long since she did that. Still gasping, he sits up in the chair and pulls her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist. She drapes her arms over his shoulders while he rests his head against her chest to recover. She starts kissing his face and lips, massaging the back of his head. “I missed you Marcus…,” she said. He lets his hands slide down her soft curves, holding and squeezing her phat, juicy ass. “I missed you too girl.” His dick starts to rise again as he begins rubbing her thighs and tracing the inner contours up to her red thong. He could feel how wet she's gotten, how much she really wants him. He presses two of his long fingers firmly up against her wet spot. She moans into his ear. He kisses her neck while hooking his fingers into her underwear. She swiftly peels off her shirt and bra while he rubs up and down her slit, feeling her wetness increasing. She throws her head back in ecstasy as he plunges his fingers between her hot pussy lips and digs deep inside her. Her hand clenches around his shoulder. The pleasure hits her so hard, she nearly collapses. He starts sliding his fingers back out, but she pushes his hand back, grinding her hips forward.

"Don't stop," half commanding, half pleading. Seeing her lost in her lust, he's happy to keep going. He digs deeper, faster. Her gasping quickens, one more plunge and she feels her orgasm rippling through, her pussy gripping tight onto his fingers. She pulls his face towards her to kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Watching her juices run down his fingers and cover his hand has made his dick rock hard again. She gets up and he rips off her thong before she spreads her legs to straddle him. She holds his stiff dick in her hand, rubbing the tip along her wet slit a few times before lowering herself down. "Ohhhh…I been waitin’ for this…” a deep moan grows from her throat. “I know you have...” She can feel his girth stretching out her walls and she revels in it. It’s what she needs, what she’s been wanting. After adjusting to his massive size, she starts slowly grinding her hips back and forth, feeling every inch of him, riding him. She grabs the back of his chair with one hand, his shoulder with the other, bracing herself as her hips start moving faster.

He grabs her hips and bounces her up and down on his dick, each time penetrating her deeper. “That’s right girl…you feel that shit?...come on…cum on dis dick!” She leans back, trying to push him inside even deeper. He grabs her breast and sucks in her nipple, sucking and licking over the tip. The extra sensation sends her over the edge as she screams his name and cums for the second time that night. Her hands cup around the back of his neck and she rests her forehead against his, still breathing heavily. She kisses his nose and mouth, and then wraps her arms around his neck. Standing up, his dick still buried in her, he lifts her up and places her on the bed. He pulls out and pushes her legs apart, revealing her glistening, wet pussy. He leans down and sucks on her clit, pushing two fingers into her. She instantly gasps and slams her hand onto the bed, clawing at the sheets. She can’t take it and tugs at his ears to get his attention, signaling him to come up. She cups his face and kisses his lips.

"I want some more..."

He grins and kisses her mouth, down to her neck, below her collarbone and pushes her breast into his mouth. He teases her nipple with his tongue, looking up into her eyes with a devilish smirk. He licks his thumb and rubs it against her clit before guiding his dick with his other hand towards her slick pussy. He holds her hips in place and thrusts forward. Her head curls back, "Ooohhhhh..." letting out another moan. His pace steadily quickens, each thrust deep, filling her completely. Her hands paw at his ass, inviting him deeper inside. She thrusts her hips up to meet his rhythm.

"Yes! Right there! OohhOhhMmmOhhhGod..."

He could feel her pussy walls getting hotter and gripping his dick tighter. “Promise me…Promise me no matter who you’re with, you’re gonna always come back to me,” she says. He looks deep into her eyes and says “I promise baby. This dick all yours!” His kisses and deep strokes drive her to her third orgasm. She could feel it ripping through her from her neck down to her lower back and through her kitty kat. "YESSSSSSSS! Ohhh...baby I’m exploding!," she screams. He starts bucking faster as he feels her pussy contract around his dick like crazy. "Oh FUCK! Girl, you bout to make me….Ughhhhh!" His whole body tightens and he shoots more of his kids inside her. Still trying to catch her breath, "That's..." her chest heaving, "I've... never...ohmygod…"

She turns to him, already collapsed face down on the bed next to her, their legs still intertwined. She has no idea what to say, what to think. His hand reaches for hers and he pulls it to his lips. She traces the contours of his face with her finger and kisses him on the forehead. She pushes herself up and rolls off the bed. She walks into the bathroom, turns on the light and steps into the shower. He could see her silhouette moving behind the curtain. The sound of her singing a song lures him to join her.

He pushes the shower curtain back slowly and quietly, watching her from behind. The water cascades down her hair, over the arch in her back and down her ass. Staring at her wet, naked body in the light, he feels his dick start to stir again. He steps in, trying to be quiet, but she hears the slight rattle of the shower curtain rings. She stands still under the stream of running water. He walks up close behind her and fully wraps her into his arms, holding her close. She could feel his erection pressed between her ass cheeks. He's insatiable... She starts to rub her ass up and down his dick. His hands roam down the sides of her body and glides up between her titties. He holds her firmly against his chest, leans down and kisses her shoulder, up her neck. He scrapes his teeth gently along her earlobe and whispers, "You betta stop that girl...’fo you get in trouble!"

"Stop what? What did I do?" she giggles as she continues grinding up against him, her hand snakes behind her to stroke his dick.

He grunts, "That..."

Without stopping, she turns to face him, looking up into his eyes. Her body is still hungry for him. She’s making up for lost time. She kisses his chest, softly at first, then rougher, sucking in his flesh. She lowers her head to tease his nipple with the tip of her tongue.

"Stop that shit!"

She giggles at his outburst and he cups the back of her head and pulls her into a kiss, slow and passionate. The water starts to turn cold. He quickly shuts off the valve and steps out, handing her a towel and helping her dry off. She watches him pat himself dry as she rubs a towel through her hair. His back is to her. Her eyes linger on his toned ass. I wonder if he wants to... She walks up slowly behind him and slaps his ass with a giggle.

He jumps up, "Yo! What the fuck you doin’?!" He stares at her in confusion. She stares back mischievously, biting her bottom lip. “Oh, you wanna slap a nigga ass huh?” he said with a laugh.

"Aight, MY turn," he lunges towards her. She quickly runs back towards the bed and dives under the covers, trying to protect herself. Standing next to the bed, he lifts up the blanket and she looks up at him, pouting.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it no more," she pleads with a naughty smile.

"Too late. Turn yo ass around!"

Oh shit...Guess I gotta give Daddy what he wants then. Half reluctantly, she gets on all fours, spreading her knees apart, her ass and pussy open and waving at him. His heart starts thumping in his chest. She looks back at him and starts to make her ass cheeks jump. One, then the other, then together they clapped aloud for him to witness. He never brought it up cause he didn't expect her to actually let him and he wasn't going to insist if she ain’t wanna do it. But now...seeing her like this has made him stand at full attention again. She looks back at him, almost daring him to do it. He slaps her ass, accepting her challenge, licks his forefinger and eases it into her asshole. Slowly, and careful not to hurt her, but, to his surprise, she lets out a moan. This feels…different. But he makes it feel SO good. He notices her pussy moistening. He pulls his finger out and glides it back in. Her leg trembles at these new sensations traveling up and down her body. He eases his ring finger into her opening. He cannot believe how wet she's gotten. He can't help stroking himself.

"Fuck me Daddy...you know you want to…" she says so quietly he almost didn't hear her.

He rubs the precum around the head and, inch by inch, penetrates her. "Are you okay? Am I hurtin' you?," he asks. Once he could go no further, she lets out a moan sexier than any he's ever heard.  "You could never hurt me Marcus..." He slides back out slowly and she nearly whimpers, but he rams forward again. She moans even louder. He rocks in and out, slowly out and forcefully in, creating a steady rhythm and talking as he pumps. “You.So.Fuckin.Tight.So.Fuckin.Wet.Gimme.Dat.Shit.” He can’t believe how good she feels. Both her hands clench onto the bed sheets. He feels so good inside of her that she is about to lose control. Each time he thrusts back into her, she can't help letting out a guttural moan, loud enough to bounce off the walls. Oh. My. God. He quickens his pace.

Screaming into the pillow, "YES! Right.There.Right.Oh.God.Oh.Fuck.Yes." Catching her breath, "I'm, MARCUS I'M... Ahhhnnnnnhhhhhhhhh..." He can feel her muscles pulsing hard around his dick as he continues pumping into her and her pussy starts to squirt for him. Her body gives out on her and slowly begins to go limp. Grabbing hold of her hips to steady her, he can feel his own nut about to bust. "CUM FOR ME DADDY! CUM FOR ME NOW!" she says looking back at him with pure lust filling her eyes. He starts erratically pounding into her. "Awwww…Ohhhh...Sssssshiiiiiiiiit!"

After he shoots off inside her, he pulls out and lies down next to her. She could feel his cum dripping out and down her thigh. She curls up, facing him. She rests her feet against his stomach. He covers them with his hands to keep them warm and kisses her knee. She tries to commit every moment to memory because she doesn’t know when it will happen again. He may not belong to me…but he’s all mine right now...nothin' else matters. She cups his face in her hand, kisses his lips and closes her eyes. As the credits of the movie roll, she smiles. The REAL treat was definitely worth the wait…