He was standing on the porch of his guesthouse. I emerged from the cab and ran straight into his open arms…..
His arms closed around me… I was home.
I locked my arms around him and nuzzled my head into his chest. He stroked my hair with one hand and the other wrapped around my waist.
Not a care in the world…
This was a long time ago…
Now…I am starving.
I don't hug anymore, in fact, I am afraid of them. I secretly fantasize more about hugs and affection than I do of sex.
My nails were digging into his thighs…deep and ruthless, I scratched all the way up the side of his leg. I couldn't help it, I was no longer in control.
This was just me reacting to what he was doing…to me…
I knew something had come over him, this was different. We had been making sweet love, but he wasn't a hundred percent there…some issues at home had been weighing on his mind. I tried to lighten the mood, make him forget…
I started by making him watch as I touched myself.
He was laying at the foot of the…
I have been struggling at getting rough with him…he is a wild one, my lover. I adore him, I love him and want to please him in every way possible…his pleasure gives me pleasure.
It's tough to gauge someone else’s pain threshold, or how exactly to handle a man’s precious cargo…it is after all so precious. How can I manhandle something which brings me so much pleasure and is almost my lifeline!!
But in all our conversations it was clear, he wanted it…and I wanted to give it to him.
So my writers’ brain kicked in and I asked him…
Come to me my sweetest friend
Can you feel my heart again
I’ll take you back where you belong
And this will be our favorite song
Come to me with secrets bare
I’ll love you more so don’t be scared
And when we’re old and near the end
We’ll go home and start again
These lyrics from the song Come to me by the goo goo dolls.… convey exactly how I feel.
How I feel about him, about us. I am in love, hopelessly, completely, desperately.
The longing, the yearning, this feeling is overwhelming.
I was away for a little…
His balls were in my mouth…and I was sucking them one at a time, they were getting really slippery. I opened my eyes, the view was magnificent.
I could see his glorious cock looming over my face, and him…looking down on me with such love and passion in his eyes. I sucked harder and he threw his head back…moaning.
I was in heaven. I have sat on his face often…but this was a first.
I was on an island…
No metaphor there, I really was. This family vacation had been all about cousins-in-law and loads of sightseeing. Crossing this vast lake in the north of Michigan, to go see this beautiful island…we were on a ferry.
The sheer expanse and magnificence of nature and my surroundings made me feel minuscule, minute…irrelevant. I was standing at the edge, feeling the breeze blow my hair and the sun kiss my face.
Peace…momentarily, until my brain starts the conflict again… it's relentless.
My family was a little away from me, I watched them laugh and enjoy. My…
I’ve always loved masturbating.
In fact, it’s a necessity…for me at least. My toys are what kept me sane in my years of forced celibacy, and my stupid refusal to cheat, and my foolish belief that I could fix my sexless marriage.
It was a daily ritual for me.
Every afternoon, after the usual chores and gym etc, I would settle in bed with my favourite clit sucker or rabbit-eared toy. I started hiding under covers, still clothed and feeling a little scared, despite being alone at home. …
We had been planning this for a while now.
We kept saying that it would be amazing to spend a night together, without time constraints, without having to turn around and see a familiar face, fearing that we have been made, to be able to do what we please, when we please, and to finally fall asleep in each other’s arms.
I didn’t think it would happen, but suddenly we got a chance. Her best friend was coming to town and they were planning a 3-day getaway at this BnB close to downtown. When we talked about it she thought…
Stirring…I woke up, a little dazed, a bit disoriented. Eyes closed, I felt his hand around me. We were spooning, and I was startled at how naked we both were…and how comfortable.
This was a dream for sure…no, it wasn't.
He was really in my bed, and we had had a night. A night of passion, love, laughter, kinks, crazy sex, and emotional love…and then we had fallen asleep. I remember waking up to a nightmare and there he was shushing me, holding me, as I drifted back to sleep. I remember stroking his hair until he fell asleep.
He had been out playing golf and drinking with his buddies all day. It was supposed to be our day but he was running late.
I was disappointed.
By the time he returned, he was wasted…drunk and completely out of it. Being tipsy meant his usual guarded self was gone…and he was more open.
I went closer, he smelt of sweat, beer, and whiskey. These scents mingling together made him smell delicious. I kissed him, inhaling his scent…licking his neck, tasting the salty sweat off of him.
I could see he was feeling apologetic for making me wait. I seized…