Home for the Summer, Chapt. 1

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Home for the Summer

Chapter 1

 The breeze has been competing with the humidity all morning and is finally winning. Standing on the balcony, my hips pressed against the black iron railing, I let the cool air tip my head back. With my dress swirling around my ankles, tickling my skin, I breathe in the sweet air, smiling into the breeze. We’re finally here, on Italy’s sunny coast, for the next three months.

Home for the Summer

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Home for the Summer

 

Chapter 1

 The breeze has been competing with the humidity all morning and is finally winning. Standing on the balcony, my hips pressed against the black iron railing, I let the cool air tip my head back. With my dress swirling around my ankles, tickling my skin, I breathe in the sweet air, smiling into the breeze. We’re finally here, on Italy’s sunny coast, for the next three months.

Virgin Territory

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Virgin Territory

I ask you to lie back on the pillows, and I settle myself between your legs.

“I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to,” I assure you again as a small smile forms.
I begin by licking your semi-hard cock, nuzzling you with my cheek and nose, breathing warm air over your skin, and you twitch from the contact. I move slowly, gently, taking my time.  I finally have you to myself, and I refuse to rush this. It will be a new experience for us, and I want to savor each new taste, each intake of breath, each small gasp of surprise.

I take you fully in my mouth, sucking and pulling you to hardness. You respond slowly, your nervousness is a distraction. I start moving over you in earnest, determined to make you stiff in fascination and passion.  After long strokes of my mouth and tongue, I slowly release you and inch downward to your balls that are covered in soft hair. I bury my nose where your leg meets your groin and brush slightly upwards. You flinch as if I’ve tickled you, but my mouth is too busy to form a smile. I lick your soft, round sac then draw first one, then the other globe into my mouth.  I’ve not done this before, you’ve never let me leave your cock to explore further, but tonight is my opportunity. You’ve already fucked me for an hour and had given me my fourth, and most mind-shattering, orgasm. It is my turn to have what I want, and tonight, I want your ass.

I take my time, and I keep my tongue flat as I lick from underneath your balls to the base of your cock. With each swipe I move a little lower, until I give a tiny flick to that small span of flesh between your genitals and your anus. I don’t stay long; I don’t want your nervousness to return. I want you to want my warm, wet tongue touching you, dancing over your sensitive flesh. With another delicate lick, you raise your hips off the bed, granting me access to your most private area.

I slide my hands under your ass and palm your bottom before continuing, moving downward with every few traces of my tongue. I inhale deeply.  I smell your scents, the muskiness of your balls and cock is mixed with my own scent from our early fucking, but there is more. Your skin is clean, but I can smell your odor. It does not turn me away; but quite the opposite. That you would allow me this close to your most secret, virginal place, spurs me on.  When your hand moves to your cock and you begin stroking, I am lightheaded and giddy. I refrain from speaking, from telling you how good you taste, how it feels to have you open and exposed before me, afraid to break the moment. You lift your ass higher off the bed, silently telling me you are ready for more.

I slide my thumb alongside your hole, not to spread you, but so that you become comfortable with my touches. I lick the warm, soft skin next to my finger, nibbling and kissing before turning my cheek back to center. The tip of my tongue brushes the edge of your tight ring, and you moan softly. That you would grant me this, what I’ve teased you about and asked for but never pursued opens my heart. Your trust, your want matches that which I gave you long ago.  I feel your balls pushing down onto my eyebrows with each stroke to your cock. You raise your bent knee, exposing yourself even more, and I take advantage, moving my shoulders closer to your body. I press my flat tongue fully against your anus, pushing slightly until you gasp and pump harder. Your other hand reaches down to stroke my cheek, and your need to touch me drives me on. I want to make you dizzy with want, dizzy for my tongue against your tender flesh.

I begin sweeping my tongue from your ass to the top of your balls then pull them gently into my mouth before releasing them with a soft “pop.”  Your heavy breathing tells me you are close, so I continue, faster and harder now. The tip of my tongue traces your entire virginal opening then begin flick randomly.

After lapping at you, I move once more to your cock, gagging as you thrust hard into my mouth. Your hand moves to the back of my head, and it holds my head in place as you continue to fuck my mouth. With a loud grunt you come, and I gag slightly as the hot fluid hits the back of my throat. I push back against your hand, and you relax slightly so that I can swallow your semen. I suck hard, milking you. I want to swallow every drop, savor every grunt and groan as you continue to unload your mess in my mouth. I ease off as you begin to shudder, knowing the sensations are now too strong and I need to gentle my mouth.  My tongue swirls around your now softening dick as your chest continues to heave.

As your breathing slows, I move up your body and lay my head on your stomach.  You stretch your body and wrap your arm around me to run your fingers down my spine. I smile into your warm skin, content and fulfilled.

I break the silence finally as I wrap my arm around you and place my hand on your ribs.

“I knew you would like my tongue.”

The Letter

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Note: Special thanks to The Expert for information I wouldn't otherwise have found. This story is the sequel, of sorts, to The Panties.

The Letter

Hey my baby,

First, I hope all is okay with you and work is going alright. I know things are difficult there right now. Chin up, I’ll be back in a few months, and things will get easier. I’m missing you too, can’t wait to crawl into our bed and next to that luscious body of yours.

Panties

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Panties

The day had been hotter than hell; the kind of day I love. I spent the afternoon at the pool, soaking up the burning rays of the sun so now, walking in the house, I smell like coconut suntan oil and chlorine. I wish they made a perfume combining these two smells.  I go into the kitchen and over to the fridge, grabbing a couple bottles of beer. I open one immediately, taking several mouthfuls before I finally lower the bottle and continue on to the bathroom for a shower.  If it weren’t for having to get the chlorine out of my hair, I wouldn’t bother with a shower at all.

I begin to strip as I walk through the house, pulling the soft white cotton shirt over my head.  I throw my towels and shirt in the hamper in the bathroom and turn the shower on before peeling off my swimsuit.  I hang the suit up for now; I’ll rinse it later. I take a few more swigs of beer. I’m not much of a beer drinker; normally, I only drink it during the summer at block parties and cookouts. But after an afternoon at the pool and what I have planned for later, one or two beers are perfect.

Black Stockings

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Black Stockings

She heard him unlock the door to her apartment. She’d dropped off her key that afternoon, telling him to stop by after ten. This was not his first time at her place, but they'd never talked about exchanging keys, much less offer one. It was a new development, one to be taken slowly.

They'd met a few months ago through friends. Neither were looking for a relationship or a change in relationship status, but there was no denying they clicked. They met for conversation and sex, brilliant and erotic, always varied and, more often than not, a test to their stamina.

Switch

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Switch

We’ve been talking about this for weeks, about the switch. I know what you want to do, what you want me to do. I never agreed or declined the request, but I’ve been thinking and planning; and while I’ve been doing that, I’ve also been fantasizing about what it would be like to be the one in control for once, to take charge and have you willingly submit to me.

A Night to Celebrate

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A Night to Celebrate

The sweat is dripping off my chin as we finish up the last song in the set. The five of us thrash out the last few measures of our newest song when the audience starts screaming. We finish big - Dan pounds on the drums while I let out one last wail on my guitar. I raise my head and look around, my eyes scanning the huge crowd that had come out to hear us tonight. Danni is usually up front, away from the blaring speakers but always close. Tonight I’m scanning the edges of the crowd for her.

Hunger

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 Hunger

Her hunger for him catches her by surprise, often when she least expects it and mostly when it is inconvenient, like when she’s grocery shopping or driving. She’ll hear his voice whisper her name, the way he does when he is in the midst of an orgasm, and heat floods her body, flushing her cheeks and catching her breath. Her nipples tingle in awareness and the feeling of heaviness settles in her pussy as her clit becoming a hard nub that rubs slightly against her soft, cotton boy shorts.

I Can't Talk

 

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I Can't Talk

 Call me when you get home. I can't talk, but I can listen.

I get his text on my way home from the grocery store.My heart begins to race. I know what the text means. I pull into my parking spot a little too fast and slam the car into Park. I almost choke myself with the seat belt in my haste to get out of the car. I thank God my groceries are in the eco-friendly mesh bags and not simple plastic ones that would have surely ripped with my rough handling of them. I quickly let myself into my house. I hang my keys on the key rack next to the door and slip my shoes off. I go through the bags, gathering the items that need to be refrigerated or placed in the freezer. The rest can wait.

Here and Now NC-17

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The night was warm, but the breeze was cool coming off the lake, and the only light came from the moon as it cast a spotlight on the black water. The grassy beach was deserted, but tucked under a stand of trees, hidden in the shadows they lay on an old, worn blanket. She was on her back, naked save for the tiny denim shorts he was desperately trying to get into. His chest covered her, hard, smooth skin pressed against her soft full breasts, and he felt her heartbeat. He wanted to go slow, but his cock was ready to explode.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. Her kisses tasted better than his mom’s lemon pie and his dad’s whisky. He needed to touch her, to bury dick inside her. He rubbed the denim covering her pussy, and she lifted her hips, pressing hard against his palm. He punished himself for another long, agonizing minute until he unbuttoned her fly and slid his hand inside. His finger brushed against her swollen clit, and she whimpered in his mouth. He bit back a low growl and slowly slid a finger inside; she was so hot and wet, he almost came.  She unwrapped her arms from around his neck and frantically began pushing her shorts down her legs then reached for the snap of his jeans…

Will’s alarm wailed, and he awoke, stiff and breathing heavy.

Goddamn it, Dory.

One by Two NC-17

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A/N: The idea for this story came from a conversation with a follower on Twitter. Her twin brothers are Marines stationed overseas. This is for Neal and Nolan with a million thank yous.

One by Two NC-17

The heat and sun and cloudless sky are ganging up on me, making it impossible to concentrate on the final revisions of the manuscript I am working on. I'd been lured to the patio this morning by blue skies, taking my coffee mug and The Devil's Lair, the soon-to-be NYT bestseller, outside to work. At mid-morning, the heat has me changing into a halter top and Daisy Dukes instead of the sensible blouse and capris I'd put on this morning. Lunchtime has me grabbing my sunglasses and sunscreen while calling the local deli for a turkey club and large sweet tea. I want nothing more than to toss the manuscript aside, strip down to nothing and jump in the cool, blue water of my pool, but I won't. I plod on. The final edits are due tomorrow, and if I stop now, I'll resent having to pick it up later to finish. The result will either be a half-assed ending or twice as many redlines than are needed, and neither is acceptable. The story is a classic bodice ripper - a naive, but feisty heroine, a strong but silent hero who's been wrongly accused (presumably by his evil, identical twin) and together, through a series of missteps, misunderstandings and explicit sex, they find their way to a happy ending. It is funny, poignant and incredibly arousing.

What Princess Wants, Princess Gets

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What Princess Wants, Princess Gets NC-17

Once upon a time there was a very satisfied, very content Princess. Content the way only chocolate and a man can provide. Her Prince was currently in her bed, tied. Eyeing her appreciatively as she walked the room, wearing nothing but stockings and her Fuck-me pumps. He couldn't help but wonder what was in store for him. When she was this satisfied and content, it usually meant he wouldn't be.

Sleeping Beauty - A Bedtime Story NC-17

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Sleeping Beauty - A Bedtime Story NC-17

Beauty had had a hard day. Between the demands of her children, her castle and her own high expectations, she was tired. And, she was missing her Prince. He was away, and while they had been exchanging emails, texts and naked pics, she missed his arms around her, holding her. She missed the feel of his hands on her body and his tongue in her mouth. Her body missed his, and he wasn't due to return for another two days. She was not happy.