Sensual

After the exciting kiss and makeup you introduced me to, how can I ever be mad at you for long? Even for me, it was stupid to be mad at something so stupid. And the sweetness and love you showed me warms my heart even more. So later that night after we dine on steak, I grilled you, and wine I bought especially for tonight, I’m gonna keep you close, deep in your eyes, in your soul. Given the sweetness that lies there, I hold you close to me, my hands on your ass they squeeze firmly, with passion. I pressed my lips against yours, my tongue searched for your tongue, reached for your soul. As our mouths melt down… I had my hands loosen your pants and pushed them to the floor. Carol, your skin is so soft, so warm. I can feel your heat rising from your panties. My fingers track your moist cut through your panties, push them gently, reddishly, with love. You groan in my mouth and start moving your hips in time with my finger. Baby, you’re so sexy… You move your hands from my ass to the front of my jeans and you feel the passion I have for you. So swollen and hard for your touch, help me by letting go of my hard cock and dropping my jeans and underwear on the floor. I’m stone hard and in your hand as you stroke me back and forth, at the same time I rub my fingers up and down your slit on the outside of your panties. If I want to feel you… I move the leg of your panties aside and drink my finger into your hot wetness… Honey, so wet and hot. I walk with my finger back and forth in your damp valley of femininity, feeling you move. It gives me so much pleasure to see you excited about my actions, and I think I’m getting harder in your hand. We caress each other with such passion that feels the heat burning with an inexhaustible flame. Soon our lips will split and we’ll look each other in the eye again. Our thoughts do not need words, we know what the other wishes are. I reluctantly move my fingers out of your hot cave and I place them on my lips, licking the sweet cream collected there. You move my hard rod and place it at the entrance to your pussy. You rub the tip up and down your height, imitating the action my fingers did on you. Our eyes are on each other and our breathing is irregular because the feeling is so intense.

We’ve been seeing each other for a while. Literally, it was as innocent as that. I was passionately in love with Sandy, but unfortunately she was married. Even though she knew how I felt, we’ve had lunches free of obligation for months now. A while back we went to various parks and had nice talk. I enjoyed several foot massages and some hand massage to release tension. I even massaged her. And several times we shared a delicious, but chaste and platonic hug. We both knew there was more to our feelings than these “meetings,” and we each hungered for more in our own way. But we were at least loyal, physically loyal.

I first met him through an online chat room; It started with discussing the weather, the news, the usual chit chat and continued to discuss our sexual fantasies. Here it became interesting, we were both half thirty, both married, both horny and open-minded. When he first told me about his favorite fantasy I was interested but careful, it seemed like something other woman would do, certainly not me. When we got to know each other, I became determined to help him fulfill his imagination. The fantasy he had in mind was as follows, he walks into a hotel room to find a woman, naked, eyes closed, kneeling on the bed. Pretty simple so far, the really exciting thing was that he and the woman would never have met before and would have no idea how the other person saw, too, she wouldn’t be allowed to open her eyes until he said that. This part excited me, I had talked to him for a few months and we had spoken on the phone, but I could only believe his word about his appearance. I decided to do it and we arranged it for next week.

I’ll never forget my cousin Arlene. She was and is a beautiful girl/woman. We learned a lot together when we were younger.

Arlene and her parents, Tony and Tanita, lived next door to me and my parents when she was ten years old.

Because there were so few children living near us, none, we of course got used to each other. Actually we lived in the countryside and the nearest farm was close to a quarter of a mile away and they had no children of our age.

John, that was beautiful. How’s your day going? Still a bad day?" I giggle.

“I’m having a beautiful day,” you mumble gently, a soft breathing colors your voice.

“Wait till you see what night you’re going to have!” I’m giggling.

“UH oh,” you smile in response.

“Oh dear!” I’m sighing. “I forgot. I brought work I have to read by tomorrow. Why don’t I clean this up from dinner, and I’ll start with the work. You can relax, read the paper, take a shower or something. Sorry, honey, it’s just a few hours of reading. I’ll make it up to you later if you’re patient.” You sigh too, but smile when you see the naughty brilliance in my eyes. “The nite is not over,” you think to yourself.

I had decided that a bath would help me relax and I had to shave and it always helps if my skin had a chance to soak in the warm water. After about 10 minutes in the bathtub I thought I heard something in the living room but I rejected it because I heard things. Then the shower curtain opened and there he stood in all his glory. As usual, I didn’t know he was in town. A pleasant surprise though!! I had him a while ago for this reason. A key given! !

I was 17 when I decided to finally try to have sex with another girl. I had thought about it since I was a pre-teen, but had never had the courage to try anything, especially because I was afraid the word would come out all over town. A little background information:

My parents were mid-40s when I was 17; I had two sisters, Lora (16) and Lisa (15); My parents weren’t open-minded about “alternative lifestyles.”

I’m turning 23 in three days. This story is about what happened between my brother and me when I was 14. At that time, I was very surprised.

My brother was 18 then. He wasn’t the kind of guy who liked to go out, he was more reserved and a little shy with girls. In December of that year, my mother decided it was time for him to have his own room. The only problem was that we lived in an apartment. I’d always shared room with him, but now I’d share it with my parents. I didn’t like it.

My cousin, Judy, married when she was 16. Her lordship was my age. They dated the time she was 14. He tried to take her virginity, but she wouldn’t let me.

When she was 16, he proposed and she agreed. She said she’d save herself for her wedding night. And she did it until the week before the wedding.

She spoke to a friend of hers who told her that Judy’s fiancee had been at a party a few weeks before he proposed to Judy. He’d been drinking and had two of Judy’s friends who were at the party, too.

I was in my bed alone last night, thinking about you. It was so long ago, and yet it seemed only a few months ago. The feelings of you lying next to me, for me, behind me, on top of me, all seem so vivid. How did it all start? As I remember, it was my job… You’d stayed and since there was only one bed, you’d slept with me. I remember waking up in the morning and feeling close. I don’t know what started me, just friendly comfort, I guess, but I started robbing your back, feeling the shape of you by the side of your night shirt. You moved slowly under my touch, enjoying the sensitive feelings of being rubbed. Once in a while, I pushed my fingers a little further around your waist and I felt the sidewalk of your stomach. You obviously couldn’t decide if you wanted me to go on like that while you were quiet and even moved from me. I kept quiet, gently, and you graduated and relaxed, and let me rub you. My touch now, I started tracking a line in your leg, felt the change of satin to flesh and my heart skipped. My underwear came between my teeth, I started the trip back in your leg, gave you room to put your shoulder on the bed, so you were looking at me on an elbow. I leaned forward and kissed your lips so softly and you didn’t blink. Your lips were damp. At first, you didn’t respond, except to be passive there, but very graduated, like I kissed gently, you started kissing me back, getting your lips a little divorce to let me explore with my tongue. I didn’t want to break the spell we made, didn’t scare you to pull back from me, so I returned to rub your abdomen through the satin of your shirt, raise my hand to feel the outside of your heavy tits. You have the most beautiful body, very slimy with big boobs where I could have buried my face and drowned, with the greatest pleasure. You started moving under my hand again, enjoying the sensations in you. I felt the outline of your nipples, honor, now, and when I moved from one to another, a line around them, you gave a little moan of pleasure. I kissed you again, this time with more definition, and there was no doubt about your reaction right now. You enjoyed yourself, me, and you kissed me back, your tongue that tried my mouth, tasted me, our tongues looked after each other.