The Right Way

In the darkness, he barely could see her save for her small silhouette in the moonlight that seeped in from the window like milk. He slid across the floor, as if floating above it till he stood in front of her; gazing into her eyes that resembled dark tide pools and touching the skin on the back of her neck with the force you'd hold a child's head up with.

As he continued to beam into her eyes and she into his, his hands found her waist and slowly outlined her stomach with soft touches that resembled massage. He crawled up her spine with a finger train till his slight pinch removed her bra and shirt at once. Her bra fell forward as her shirt fell backwards and she rested in his strong arms like puddy.

Half naked and captive in his muscular arms, she did not teeter despite her clothes wildly dropping. As his one hand held her, his other moved towards her crotch and effortlessly crosse the threshold of her skirt and underwear all at once to hold her bald pussy in his sweaty, hungry palms.

Gently, one finger slid inside her slit and into her body as another encircled her clit like riot police and began to batter it with the same vigor. Pushing downwards and removing his fingers from inside her vagina, he pushed her panties and skirt to the floor as she stepped out of them.

His hands found her hips and she removed his shirt, pants and boxers to where they both stood naked in front of each other. As he embraced her, he carefully rubbed his cock up and down her hungry and awaiting pussy and he pulled her close to him so it might enter her legs and skim her slit rather then enter her.

When she began to reach down and stroke him, almost as if by instinct, his hand went down to her hot spot as his other hand clutched the back of her neck. He began to smother her neck in passionate kisses as he rubbed her clit to several orgasms. He made his way to her ear to nibble on its lobe and breath into it sweetly while he whispered, "tonight, is YOUR night of ecstasy."

Sliding his fingers inside her he lifted her up with that hand and laid her softly on the bed. He began to move his kisses and hungry licks downward. First to her neck, then to her neck bone. He then began to encircle her right breast with kisses and licks while he removed his hand from her pussy to use it to knead the other breast like pizza dough; sometimes flicking her hershey kiss nipple with such vigor her back arched like the gateway to the west.

After reversing the process, his kisses and licks moved down to her pussy. Was it her turn for this passionate attention? Almost.

His kisses and licks moved down to her ankle and began to make their way up her inner thighs. She began to writhe up and down from it and couldn't take it anymore so she grabbed the back of his head and rammed him face first into her dripping snatch.

Licking out the juices with ravenous lust, he thrust his tongue inside of her and then rode it upwards to ensnare her clit like a wild goose in fishing line. He licked her till she not only arched her back but bounced on the bed as she fucked his face.

When she was quite done with bouncing, he moved upwards and she felt his cock hard and hungry pulsating between her thighs. Without diving right in, he grabbed it and made circles around her pussy lips till she grabbed his ass and thrust his cock into her till it could go no further. He pulled her close to him and rhythmically rammed into her back and forth with accelerating vigor till he could go no more and stopped for a half second only to pull her on top of him to ride him.

She pounded his pelvis with all her might but something was still in the works that she wanted. So, spinning her around to have her back to his chest, he pulled her close to him and whispered in her ear, "Get on your hands and knees. You've been a naughty girl, time to get spanked."

He withdrew from her for a moment and she turned around to suck his cock and get it ready for more of what was to come and had come.

Once he was sufficiently a rod again, she got down on her hands and knees in front of him as he slid his cock slowly into her hungry twat.

Slowly at first and then harder and harder and faster and faster, he began to pound her vagina mercilessly. At the rapid pounding stage, he began to smack her ass till she bit her lip to keep from screaming.

As she began to shake violently with orgasm and generalized pleasure, he got ready to release. His cum didn't come small. He had fucked her for so long it was stored up like a frightened badger in a hole. It wouldn't be frightened for long, though.

Pounding as deeply as he could go, he began to release rope after rope of hot semen into her awaiting womb. The warmth flowed from her belly button down to her dripping entrance as he would grow and cum then shrink only to grow and cum in her some more.

As he finished, the two fell on the bed exhausted. She hugged his solid frame and waited her 10 minutes till it was time for round two...

Dreamy

The thoughts in my mind turn to sex and I am repulsed by it but enamored by a phrase, “I’ll love you when you’re old and gray; you’re the only one who makes me feel this way.” I think of the feelings in my heart and am happy at the moment, simply to feel them; even if I don’t know what they are just yet.

I begin to drift off into the darkness and my mind wanders its fantasies without limits on it anymore.

I begin to imagine a dark little apartment on an empty street and myself and some beautiful angel alone.

I tell her that I love her and we don’t know what we’re doing, but she insists and tears my shirt, peeling off my coat, and ripping my head band so my hair falls about my shoulders, like a fallen angel, ashamed and firm.

“I love you. I can see in your eyes that you don’t feel the same about me. Why would you put me through the agony of having sex without love?” I said.

“I am sorry to hurt you but I am a woman reliving my wild side. I am still living in pain and it is better for me now to have my freedom, but hunny, I want you now and I get what I want, now take off your pants,” she said.

“Yes ma’am,” I say.

I am not one for turning down sex and I know that this could be our conclusion. It terrifies me to death and makes me think about all the kids buying condoms at the mart.

Sex becomes something grotesque to me because it doesn’t apply just to the people who are doing it for passionate reasons. It is bellow me to bone a girl just to “get my nut off.” I mean seriously, people have the weirdest faces when they’re really trying to just get off. If it comes, it comes because you’re into it and as you hear the other person’s heart beat from the inside, you cannot control the connection and love between you.

I am a snob, but I digress; the idea of it is just getting to be a bit much to handle when I picture these losers coming into the mart to buy condoms. I think of them doing it. Big, rhinoceroses of men, reaming these small girls who really like being next to this guy but in reality, there’s probably a select few that enjoy the feeling of King Kong dick every night.

My race is dying and I understand this. She might be better suited for me once she’s got it out of her system. Plus, I do get edgy after a long time without sex, and maybe it will be amazing.

I remove my pants and am at full erection. She pulls down my underwear quick and takes my cock in her hands.

“Do you really love me?” She says.

“With every fiber in my being and all things I am connected to mentally, physically and we’ll work on socially.” I say.

I hold her like a child and she comes close to my lips still grappling my cock and kisses me softly and tenderly. We lay down on the bed, and as she lets go of my cock, it falls between her legs, still hard. Through her clothes, she squeezes her beautifully toned legs together and giggles.

I smile with composure and am awed by the sheer magnificence that is she. I sit up a little and begin to cover her face with kisses and end on a full-mouthed, little bit of tongue, just to tickle the senses on the tip of her tongue, kiss.

I begin to feel her soft smooth skin under her shirt. I take it off and to my benefit; she doesn’t put up a fight at all. Ugly, rough sex is for dogs, I am a predator. Her breasts fit perfectly into my hands and I massage them over the bra she has on.

Gently lifting her head and upper body, I undo the clasps as she drops her hands and is completely naked from the waste up. With valor and honor and conquest but still, serenity, tranquility, and poise, I take to playing with her nipples. Once again as I foresaw, she likes being tender, but she does like the occasional pinch.

She pushes me off of her like a steel girder off Superman. She stands from the bed and goes to the window. Peeking through the shades she smiles viciously.

She takes down her pants which roll off her hips like water. Her cute white cotton panties stretch over the delicate folds that are the last gate to hell for me. If she likes me, I will love her till she will no longer have me, if she doesn’t, we’re screwed.

I rub the soft lips of her vagina through her panties and kiss her, holding her close to me with the other arm. She tears them off and sits below my cock on my legs.

For a minute, she playfully knocks it about, like a bounce-back clown bag.

“You’re an evil little bitch sometimes aren’t you?” I say.

“You don’t know me yet,” she says.

I flip her over onto her back, I kiss her hard on the lips and travel down her neck, loving every inch of flesh and curing it so that it no longer feels soft and hurt. All tension is relieved and she is part-of the way under my spell.

Her clit is easy to find and abuse as my hands run their ways up and down every space I can touch, and my lips and tongue, do what they know how to do best.

She is not afraid and the passion overtakes her as she kisses me and tastes herself on my lips.

She jerks me forward and as if it were mathematically calculated I fall onto her and into her at the same time.

I go gray for a few seconds and come too finding myself kissing her everywhere and telling her sweet nothings and dirty every things. Little whispers to get her going.

All of a sudden I stop whispering in her ear and listen to her heart beat and follow the rhythm.

My thrusting gets more intense as she begins to climax and I nibble on her neck, impaling her at the same time.

She cums on my dick and I thrust inside of her slowly and deeply, extending her orgasm for as long as it can go as I get ready to go myself.

I get ready to orgasm and just before I do, I tell her, “I’ll love you when you’re old and gray; you’re the only one who makes me feel this way.”

I wake up.

Morning sex

She sat next to him and put her legs up on the dashboard while playing with her hair.

"Poke," she said.

"What?" he said.

Her slanted eyes looked devious and she did not prefer to lose. He was a competing young lad as well, though, and in addition to her flirtatious eyes, he was eying the nape of her neck leading down to glorious breasts.

"You better stop poking me," he said.

"Poke," she said.

They pulled into a train station parking lot and he stopped the car.

"Why didn't you listen to me?" he said. "Now I'm going to have to spank you."

"Ooo go for it tough guy, you think I need a spanking?" she said.

He grabbed her by her belt loops and yanked her over his lap. He was impatient with her because she had been short with him so in one fell swoop, he got her pants and panties around her knees. Her ass poured out like to perfectly formed half globes.

He felt awful reddening such a perfectly seasoned tail but she needed to learn respect because she was a naughty girl.

The first smack came down like a thunder clash: A slight wind followed by a hard "thwak!" after two more he was on the road like a champion.

"Wap! Wap! Wap!" went his hand on her tomato-ing bottom.

As her skin got redder, and the noise got louder, she began to raise her behind to meet his swings; exposing her hungry vagina to his shuddering fingers.

Pushing two fingers in and out of her, he used his thumb to make circles and pluses on her clit. He pet her wet and ravenous pussy like one might scratch the neck of a cat. With his other hand, he put his hand down her bra and gently pinched her nipple. Turning over to lay her head in his arms, he draped one around her shoulder to play with her breasts and one to play with the cat.

She moaned in ecstasy and squealed with pleasure-pain giggles. Turning to bite his shoulder, she said, "do you have a condom?"

"I have one left," he said.

She pulled her pants down and off and sat on his lap; guiding his stiff member into her while pushing the condom down onto his cock. Rocking back and forth she demanded, "Keep playing with my clit, asshole! I didn't say you could stop." Her legs formed a perfect right angle with her left leg straight up and the right leg lying down.

As she rocked back and forth he felt her vagina expanding and contracting around his dick and in return he flexed it in her for her.

"It's late," he said, "the kids are asleep. you should get out on my side of the car and bend over."

She followed his request and he began to plow into her like fighter jets into a field. She raised her hips and pounded back till the spanks, he'd given her looked benign compared to the black and blue marks.

Without warning, he grabbed her right breast and pulled her up against him with his dick still throbbing inside her dripping hole. Nibbling her earlobe and thrusting upward into her; while fondling her breasts; he began to feel the readiness to release and so he turned her around, pushed her onto the seat, bent over and, kissing her on the lips shot his load hard into the condom.

She felt the pulse of his cock and was surprised when he didn't stop coming for a while.

"Have a nice night," he said as he kissed her and went off to work.

A Storm

The wind blew softly and rattled the shutters with warm, early autumn, southern Californian rain. Not a speck of dust moved till the volcano about to erupt into the room like spitting lava geysers, disturbed the sanctity of silence.
She wore a drenched, blue with white polka dots, dress-skirt with a white collar and he wore jeans. His short brown hair stood erect and wet. She gazed at the hairs on his chest and then into his rain soaked face which was loving and kind but not without the roughness and stubble that made him a man. He looked into her eyes and then right through her. Penetrating her heart and violating her bubble of doubt.

Laying her onto their king size bed softly, he grazed her cheeks with his palm and her head elevated slightly to meet his lips.

She pushed away from him gently and with a devious smile said, "Why darling, you know those jeans are going to get the bed wet."

"Perfect," he said, "I’m going commando today... But darling, keep the skirt. Those panties on the other hand, are as filthy and that bra is a sin towards god: for hiding some things, that need to breathe."

Removing their various items he wasted no time sinking his teeth into her neck; hard enough to be painful but light enough to be pleasure too. His naked cock began to grow quickly next to her hungry flower as he laid kisses on every reachable inch of her body and his hands massaged what wasn't being kissed; and lightly bitten, in some cases.
As he made his way back to her lips, he pressed hard into them and their bodies met and vibrated together with the tune of nature its self. Raising her pelvis with a pillow, he got himself in position and dove in like a falcon going for a field mouse.

Thrusting deep and upward into her vagina, he rubbed the length of her clit and her g-spot relentlessly; digging his claws into her hips, and then moving his hands all over her legs and pelvis. He thrust into her mercilessly till she began to spasm. He, with his iron grip, tore the skirt from her body and she screamed in ecstasy.

He thrust into her harder now and began his climax. Like a river, being shot from a water cannon, he came deep into her and filled her again and again as she began to leak with his stiff member still deep within her body.

As her legs began to bend again and she began to return to comfortably numb, he retreated from her and collapsed next to her on the bed. Kissing her neck once more and giving one last gentle bite-kiss to her left nipple, he relaxed in a spot next to her and waited for her to use him for a pillow.

Before they both fell asleep, she yawned, "...and i really liked that skirt..."

The Anniversary

The Rank room smelled of rodents and rat poison but couldn't overcome the fire about to storm through the door and overcome it with the heat of pure passion.

As the door burst open and slammed behind them, a shirt went flying into the lamp on the dresser and knocked it clean off its base.

She dug her nails into his back and clung to him like a lion clings to a charging elephant as the only thing between her and falling onto the floor was his stiff member straining in his pants.

He kissed every inch of her face and neck, nibbling and biting up it hard enough to hurt but gentle enough to not leave a mark. He nibbled on her earlobes till she thought she was going to fall but as she slid down so too, went his pants and boxers. He grabbed onto her ass and pulled her back up till they were aligned.

She was not in the habit of wearing a skirt with no panties but it had been ten years and hell if they were going to waste it on a lame night at an expensive motel. Tonight was average Joe and average Gina's night to get nasty.

Thrusting himself up into her hungry vagina, she let out a loud moan and almost screamed but she bit her bottom lip.

He stroked her hair and held the back of her head enjoying those soft strands of hair on the sides of a girl's head. The ones that hang there and normally look disheveled enough to tease but not enough to say, "go ahead."

As she thrust her mouth into his and her tongue lapped up his sweat and desire, he fell backwards onto the bed and she began to ride him like a mechanical bull. With the fire of their accomplishment he bucked just as hard till he gasped and rose to hold her tightly to him.

As his warm, river sank deep into her loins they both fell onto the bed looking at the broken wall he'd thrown her into and at the broken bed that rested on the floor with no legs. They admired the lamp that had a shattered light bulb and had strewn glass all over the right side of the bed.

As she got off him and collapsed into the bed, which was oddly softer than any bed she'd ever laid on in her whole life, she blurted out one word.

"Fuck," she said.

"I suppose plan A was a bad idea, time to switch to plan B unless you're ready," He said.

"Plan B it is," she said. "Now shut up and go to sleep, I'm done for."

"Me too," He said. "I love you."

"I love you too, you filthy animal," she said as they laughed for an entire hour and fell asleep cover-less in each other's arms.