Inhale

Rishi lay on his bed with his hands folded behind his head. Staring up at the ceiling, he let his mind wander. He was so stressed at work that even his weekends were consumed with catching-up on tasks and projects from weeks before. This was his first Sunday of freedom in a long time and he was eager to luxuriate in the fleeting thoughts that normally accompanied an unburdened mind.

His apartment had large windows that looked out onto the lake. The sun was brilliant and bathed the room in warm light. He had a window cracked open and a slight breeze circulated through his apartment. Rishi took deep breaths and felt his muscles relax. He lay in his bed completely nude, enjoying the feel of his high thread count sheets against his freshly showered body. He was tall and muscular, with thick body hair covering a significant portion of his chest and belly. He normally kept his pubic hair well trimmed, but he’d allowed it to grow out until he could barely make out his penis in the mess of black hair between his legs.

Rishi was extremely fit and played a number of sports through his high school and college years. For the decade-and-a-half after graduating from university, he continued to workout regularly and play any sport he could.

Despite the breeze, beads of sweat trailed down Rishi’s temples. He woke up early to work out, but his body was still running hot despite the cool shower he took minutes ago. He wiped some sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand and seriously contemplated taking another shower already.

He was brought back to the present when he heard the door to his apartment open.

The voice of his girlfriend Sejal filled the apartment as she burst in and said, “It is so fucking hot out there!”

Rishi heard her stomping around the apartment, mumbling to herself. She just got back from her run and she was always more energetic aftwerwards which always confused Rishi. She’d often drag him into the bedroom and demand he have his way with her the second she returned, which in reality was her having her way with him, riding him with such intensity he was usually the one telling her to slow down. From what Rishi could tell from the way Sejal seemed to be angrily moving about, he suspected she would just take a shower and collapse into the couch.

Sejal burst into the bedroom, still muttering to herself. She was a petite woman who had a presence that often dwarfed Rishi’s when they were out in public. Though Rishi was a foot taller than her, Sejal commanded the attention of any room they entered and he would slip into the background. As a shy person, it was one of the many reasons he loved going out with her.

Sejal Stripped out of her pink leggings and sports bra and tossed them into the laundry hamper. Her sweat-slicked body glistened as she stood naked in the room, feeling the light breeze on her skin. She took a deep breath and finally took notice of her naked boyfriend on the bed.

“Hi,” she said, smiling down at Rishi. Her hazel eyes sparkled and her smile warmed his heart.

Rishi patted the bed next to him and Sejal lightly jumped on and nuzzled herself into the crook of his neck. Rishi smelled the mix of lavender soap and sweat radiating off her skin. He inhaled her scent, her essence, and let it take over. He felt her heartbeat against his chest, slowing as she settled against him. He rubbed her back, her skin sticky with sweat. Sejal let out a quiet moan as she ran her hand through the tangle of hair on his chest, gripping small handfuls as she explored the expanse of his torso.

Rishi was surprised Sejal was as not her usual ravenous self, but, as if reading his mind, Sejal swiftly threw her leg over his body and straddled him. She look down at him and smiled before leaning forward and kissing him. Their tongues danced and their hands squeezed and scratched. Sejal released her lips and let a single strand of saliva drip from her lip down onto Rishi’s chest.

She then spun around and slid back, planting her tight, round ass down on Rishi’s face. Rishi gripped her cheeks with his large hands and spread her open. Her prominent lips spread and her pink warmth glistened with desire. Rishi pressed his face between her cheeks and breathed her in. He relished in the mixture of aromas that were the woman he loved. The spike of the sweat from a long, hard run cut by the sweetness of the nectar he hungrily lapped with her tongue. Her asshole winked with every delicate twirl of his tongue along the rim, eliciting thrusts from Sejal’s hips.

He listened to her moans as she swallowed his cock. As competitive people, they often subconsciously competed in this position to see who could make the other come first. Rishi was undefeated, yet Sejal always gave it her best shot. She squeezed his balls as she twirled her tongue around his tip, struggling to concentrate as Rishi expertly worked his magic over her clit. Sejal eventually gave up and sat back up, smothering Rishi completely.

With the help of gravity, Rishi sucked and flicked with more vigour. Sejal’s desperate curses echoed as she ground her hips aggressively against Rishi’s face. Rishi pushed himself to bring her to orgasm, her desire coating his lips and chin, the smell of her pleasure overwhelming his senses. With a final scream she squeezed her thighs around Rishi’s head, spasming with the crash of every orgasmic wave.

Sejal fell forward, her face nestled in Rishi’s crotch. She took deep inhales of his musk, finding comfort in the heavy smell of her lover. Rishi eventually eased her off of him and easily shifted her body to once again nestle against his.

Sejal buried her face in his armpit and continued to take deep inhales. The smell of sweat began to dominate the small room but the two lovers were already sleeping, entangled in one another’s arms.

A Single Touch

She sits cross-legged at the foot of the bed. Her hazel eyes fixated on him. He’s laying on his back, naked, with his legs spread and head craned forward.

He strokes his throbbing cock. An empty bottle of lube lays to the side, his mast shimmering as his fingers slide up and down his thick, veiny shaft.

He looks deep into her eyes and licks his lips. Every night she sits there and watches him masturbate. He takes in her curly black hair that falls just above her shoulders. Her plump limps and soft, ochre skin fuel his desire. She’s wearing an old university sweater and sweatpants, her generous curves hidden beneath layers of cotton blend. But her attention is all the fuel he needs to make his heart race and keep him pumping for her.

It’s been weeks since he last felt her touch. For months she worked to deny him parts of their sexual experience together. She slowly started having sex with him less often. After some time she would only give him handjobs and blowjobs. He was still allowed to service her with his mouths and fingers, but even that was eventually put to an end. Soon the blowjobs stopped, followed quickly by the handjobs.

It all lead to this. He picked up the pace of his strokes, his breath quickening. He closed his eyes for a brief moment as he raced towards orgasmic bliss but quickly opened them again to look into the eyes of the woman staring at him between his legs. She held him in her gaze and at that moment he erupted, white ropes splattering across his stomach and chest. He pulled on his cock, squeezing every drop of pleasure into the tangle of black hair coating his torso.

He finally dropped his arm to his side, his spent, limp cock lay against his thigh. He lets his head fall back onto the pillow as he caught his breath, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss.

He feels the bed shift as the woman gets up and walks out of the room. When she leaves, he lets his mind wander and think about how he got here. Every denial, every rejection. He embraced it all. He didn’t necessarily understand why, but every step of the way to the present moment felt right. He reached for the towel left for him on the nightstand to clean the cum from his body.

He managed to wipe most of it off, but he could feel the residue harden in patches on his skin. Placing the towel next to him he waited patiently for her to return. He listened to the sounds of her going through her nightly facial routine, the sound of the sink turning on and off.

Eventually he hears the sound of bare feet making their way back to the room. She walks in completely naked. His heart skips a beat as she makes her way to one side of the bed. Her heavy breasts and large, dark nipples swing with every step. Stretch marks spread across her wide hips and belly, rippling as she lifts the covers and slides in next to him. He quickly gets himself under the covers and curls up onto his side. She slides one of her arms under his head and wraps her body around him, her soft skin enveloping him.

As he drifts off to sleep, the words she said when they started on this journey together echo in his head:

“You will always have me when you sleep.”

Flexing Command

Sid paced the width of the bed, the carpeted floor soft beneath his feet. He rolled the cuffs of his white dress shirt to this elbows as he looked down at the submissive toy before him.

Her pale skin glistened with sweat. Sid hid his smile when he noticed how flush she was getting holding herself on display for him. Sid decided it was time he rewarded her for her obedience and stopped pacing to finally look down at her.

Sid’s hard stare captured his toy’s attention, then he said, “Now I will begin your inspection.”

Sid knelt at the edge of the bed. His toy was laying on her back with her knees up and spread. Sid reached and out an gently rubbed his toy’s soft ass and inner thighs. He slowly crept his fingers closer to her exposed pussy and asshole, making sure he didn’t make any contact with her inviting lips.

“Well done. It looks like you’ve moisturized since your last inspection,” he said, slowly massaging her inner thighs.

“Thank you, sir,” the toy whispered.

Sid felt it was time to finally reward his little slut. He gently spread her lips to expose her wet, pink warmth. He leaned in an tenderly licked his toy’s desperate, swollen clit. The toy let out a guttural moan, goosebumps immediately spreading across her skin.

Sid smiled and licked and sucked his toy’s perfect pussy. “You taste absolutely divine,” he said between sloppy mouthfuls of her cunt.

“Th-Thank you, sir,” the toy barely managed to say between moans and heaving breaths.

Sid paused before moving lower towards his toy’s brown, puckered hole. He licked his lips and watched as it flexed in anticipation. Sid trailed the tip of his tongue around the rim before slipping inside. He inhaled deeply, taking in his toy’s rich, sensual musk.

He was ravenous.

Sid stood and wiped his lips and chin with the back of his hand and looked down at his handiwork. His toy lay in a huddled mess, a wet stain darkened the sheets between her legs. He rolled his sleeves back down and re-did his cuffs. He was impressed his toy lasted as long as she had. He would have liked to have gone longer, but he had other appointments to make.

Sid quietly put his shoes back on and left the toy’s apartment without saying another word.

—

Sid stood at the foot of the bed. He flexed his neck to the left and right, trying to release some of the tightness he felt. He looked down at the pair of toys before him. They assumed the correct position and were as eager as ever for their inspection.

Sid took his time rolling up his sleeves. These two toys deeply disappointed him at their last inspection. They didn’t leave their front door unlocked which meant Sid had to knock to be let in. They also didn’t do a very thorough job shaving their holes and patches of hair remained.

However, this time his toys were much better behaved. The door was unlocked, and Sid found them in their bedroom already in position.

Sid cleared his throat and his toys jumped. “You’re already much improved over last time, my slutty toys. Now, let’s see if you actually improved your grooming.”

“Yes, sir,” the toys said in unison. For simplicity’s sake, Sid referred to them as Thing One and Thing Two. Thing One was a diminutive black man with coarse black hair covering his entire body. Thing Two was a tall, skinny Korean man who was almost completely hairless. Sid’s focus on body hair and grooming often lead to him focusing on coverage over what was underneath.

Sid met them at a local bar only a handful of weeks prior and they hit it off right away. That night he handed them his business card and a few days later they were his submissive little toys.

Sid cracks his knuckles before bending down to conduct the inspection. Both toys had their cheeks spread and their holes exposed. Sid enjoyed seeing two sets of clean shaven balls sitting just above their equally smooth taints. Sid gave each toys’ balls a squeeze before kneeling to get a closer look at their delicious assholes.

Sid licked his lips. It took every ounce of willpower not to sloppily devour them right away. Instead, he conducted his inspection and gave them both his seal of approval.

“Well done my precious sluts. Because you made such a dramatic improvement, I’ll give you your treat.”

Both toys wiggled their bottoms and Sid couldn’t help but smile. He reached between their legs and grabbed their throbbing cocks. They felt thick and hot in his hands as Sid stroked them together. Their moans filled the room as Sid pumped. He finally allowed himself to indulge and latched his lips around Thing One’s winking hole. Sid rimmed and sucked both holes back and forth, pumping their cocks ferociously as their moans echoed and they cursed the heavens as they barrelled towards euphoric oblivion.

With a final scream both toys erupted. Hot, white streams splashed across their chests as Sid slowed and eventually stopped, holding two limp cocks in his hands.

Standing and re-doing his cuffs once more, Sid left the way he came, savouring the night’s delights on his lips.

—

Sid walked into his apartment, kicked off his shoes and collapsed into the armchair in his living room. He rolled his shoulders and grimaced, feeling the tightness growing from a long night of work. He reached into his pocket and fished out his wedding ring and slipped it back on just as his wife Lara walked in.

“Hello my love. Did you have a long night?” Lara sat in Sid’s lap and gave him a small peck on the lips.

“Long and hard, babe,” Sid said.

Lara stood back up and faced Sid with her fists planted on her hips. “Well, babe,” she said, “my night hasn’t even begun.”

A smirk broke across her lips and Sid beamed.

“Present.”

The Shower

Rana walked into the change room of his gym and plopped down on the bench in front of his locker. His shirt clung to his body, drenched in sweat. He wiped his forehead and neck with a towel and tossed it into the nearby basket of soiled towels.

It was nearly 5am and the gym was completely empty. Rana had an early morning meeting so he decided to force himself to go to the gym earlier than normal. He found himself liking the emptiness. The hum of the fans placed around the space as well as the quiet squeak of sneakers from the one employee slowly preparing the gym for the day’s guests.

Rana stripped out of his running shorts and shirt and flung a towel over his shoulder. He slipped on his slides and made his way to the steam room. On his way, he stopped in front of one of the many full-length mirrors in the change room. He was a pretty hair man, with a layer of course black hair covering his chest and stomach, down over his thighs before thinning down his shins and calves. He was lean, and his muscular definition was faint. He struck a few poses and smiled at how ridiculous he felt.

After a quick steam, Rana made his way to the showers. The showers were lined up in the open against a wall with curtains for each stall. Because the entire area was tiled, it was not uncommon for some men, most of them older, to shower with the curtains open.

Rana wasn’t quite that bold, but he figured since no one was around, he could indulge his exhibitionist side for once. He was already walking around completely uncovered, so what difference did it make?

Rana hung his towel on the hook outside the shower and turned on the tap. He let the cool water wash over him and bring his body temperature down. He closed his eyes and took some time to do some deep breathing exercises, centering himself and releasing any tension in his body.

Rana turned around and let the water hit his back as he stretched. He turned the temperature up, and enjoyed the warm water soothing his aching muscles. He suddenly realized that he forgot his loofah in his gym bag. He let out a groan he quickly squeaked his way through the locker room to his bag and grabbed it. On his way back to the shower, he noticed that the one gym employee in the building was cleaning the sinks. She was a shorter woman, wearing black yoga pants and a black gym-branded t-shirt. Her curly black hair hung shoulder length and her brown eyes were focused on her work. Rana’s heart raced. He froze for a moment before quickly making his way back to the shower.

Rana grabbed the curtain to close it but stopped. Why questioned why he felt so embarrassed? This was the men’s locker room. So what if the employee was a woman. This was nothing she hadn’t seen before working at the gym. Rana gathered himself and continued showering with the curtain open.

He squirted some soap onto his loofah and started to scrub his body. He bent over and scrubbed his feet and legs, making his way up his body. As he was scrubbing his crotch and ass, he heard the squeak of sneakers making their way into the shower area. Rana felt his heart race, but kept his cool, continuing up his stomach and chest and over his arms.

Rana took a deep breath and turned around, facing out towards the open shower area. He jumped when he saw the gym employee standing directly in front of him, watching him intensely. She leaned on the mop she was holding and unashamedly took in Rana’s naked body from top to bottom. Rana stared right back, though with his jaw was handing slightly ajar. Her t-shirt stretched over her heavy breasts, and her yoga pants accentuated her thick, toned thighs and ass perfectly.

Rana swallowed and gave a friendly smile. The woman returned the smile but continued to watch. Rana’s face was burning hot and he started to feel the sensations between his legs from the gorgeous woman watching him. He quickly turned around to hide his slowly swelling member.

“You missed a spot,” The woman said.

Rana froze. He glanced over his shoulder and glimpsed the woman continuing to stare, evaluating his body.

Rana cleared his throat and said, “I guess that’s too bad then.”

Rana’s heart raced, his cock now fully erect.

The woman spoke, “Then why don’t I give you a hand.”

Before Rana could answer, he felt a delicate hand against his back, followed by the touch of soft breasts pressed against him. He barely had a moment to wonder when she removed her clothes before her hands explored his chest, pinching his nipples before gliding down over his stomach and stopping just short of his throbbing cock.

Without saying a word, the woman took the loofah from Rana’s hand and scrubbed his entire back. The woman gently tapped Rana’s inner thighs and he instinctively spread his legs. The woman scrubbed between Rana’s legs and into his crack. She made slow circles over his cheeks before making her way down both legs.

When she finished, she leaned in close to Rana’s ear and whispered, “Turn around.”

Rana obeyed and turned. The woman was so close to him that his aching member was pressed against her stomach. She maintained eye contact as she scrubbed his arms and chest. Her gaze went to his stomach as she made her way down. Rana’s heart raced as she got closer and closer to his cock. But to his surprise, she worked around it. He watched as she worked his pelvis and hips, then made her way down the front of his legs. Her nose nearly grazed his shaft, yet she appeared to be completely ignoring it.

When she finished scrubbing him she put the loofah away and helped wash the soap off his now baby-soft skin.

Rana was still erect, and at that point he was ready to thank her and quickly run to a stall to finish himself off in private. As he opened his mouth to speak, the woman put a finger over his lips and reached down with her other hand grabbed his cock. He felt the slickness of soap as she gripped his cock and slowly stroked. Suds formed with her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. She looked up into his eyes and they held each other’s gaze as she worked his shaft, her wrist moving faster and faster.

Rana reached between the woman’s legs and felt her lips slick with desire. She bit her lip and nodded, and Rana plunged his long fingers into her warmth. The two of them moaned as they worked each other’s sex.

Their pace increased, the woman’s wrist now furiously sliding up and down Rana’s shaft, and Rana’s fingers vigorously thrumming against her pleasure points and his thumb circling her swollen clit.

In pure climactic synchronicity, the two strangers came as one. Streams of white exploded onto the woman’s stomach and pelvis, and the woman’s pussy contracted and her knees buckled as she held onto Rana’s shoulder to keep herself upright.

The two of them took a moment to come down from their shared high. They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled.

Rana reached over and grabbed the soap. “I should take care of the mess I made.”

The woman laughed, “I think you should.”

The shower continued to run as the strangers traded places and got clean all over again.

Coffee

Lana lay on her back on her bed. She’d had a long day at work, her neck was stiff, her back sore from being on her feet all day. A cool breeze blew through an open window in the kitchen. Lana stretched her arms out above her, easing the day’s tension away as best she could.

She owned at a popular local coffee shop, and with the university crowd back for the semester, she had no opportunity to take a break. However, she took solace in the fact that the interviews she held for new baristas went well, and soon she’d be able to get back to her big-picture owner duties.

Lana cracked her neck before rolling over onto her side and reaching for the book she’d started the night before. The spine still had that ‘new book’ stiffness, and the pages held the accompanying smell. She’d fallen asleep reading the night before and was hoping the same thing would happen this time around.

The story was a short romance novel set in early 1900’s England. She always preferred romance novels as her nighttime reading because of the dreams they tended to elicit. Lana had reached the Count’s seduction of the Lady T, when she felt her eyelids grow heavy. Just as the specter of sleep settled atop her, she heard her front door open and the familiar whistling of her love.

Samir opened the heavy door of the apartment and threw his bag to the side. He couldn’t get this irritatingly catchy jingle out of his head so he figured whistling along would somehow do the trick. He took off his shoes and padded his way through the living room towards the kitchen.

Passing the coffee table, he recognized Lana’s coffee shop’s ledgers strewn across its surface. Samir remembered Lana talking about how busy the shop was and the interviews she’d be conducting, so he went into action.

The first thing he did was put on a fresh pot of coffee. He knew, ironically, that Lana never drank the coffee she brewed at work. He tried to recall why, but realized he was getting distracted from the task at hand. Samir pulled out her favourite Ethiopian blend and scooped out the proportions for a strong brew. He poured the water and set the machine to start after he’d taken care of a few things.

As silently as he could, Samir began putting together some ingredients for the base for their dinner before checking in on Lana.

Samir walked over to Lana’s room which was down the hall from the kitchen. He peeked in and saw her laying on the bed. She had on her favourite over-sized yellow t-shirt with a ripped collar so it hung off her right shoulder. Samir smiled thinking about Lana’s habit of practically exploding out of her clothes when she got home from work.

He remembered a few instances where she’d stripped down to her bra and panties so quickly she didn’t notice Samir and his friends sitting in their living room. She lay with her hands strewn to her sides, her romance novel haphazardly laying to one side. Her head was tilted to the left, exposing her pale neck and shoulder where her t-shirt hung low. Samir stood in her bedroom doorway, his purple tie hanging loosely around his neck, his suit jacket removed, his slim fitting trousers and white dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up.

Samir stared into the room, taking in every inch of Lana’s body. He licked his lips and his heart raced. He ran his hand through is long, black hair and walked quietly over to the bed. Samir crawled gently over Lana’s body, making his way straight to her exposed neck and shoulder, his lips driven to taste her skin.

Samir leaned down and began gently kissing Lana’s neck, his lips making the faintest of contact. He heard Lana breathe in deeply and quietly moan as she awoke.

“Shhh,” Samir whispered in her ear. His lips kissed her flush neck with more purpose, lingering against her flesh.

He pulled off his tie, the loosened knot releasing with little effort. Lana kept her eyes closed, moaning and squirming with pleasure. She wrapped her right arm around Samir’s body and dug her fingernails into his back. She felt his thick muscles tighten and she pressed harder, coaxing a reverberating growl from deep in his chest.

Samir finally released Lana’s neck, and before she had a moment to open her eyes he kissed her deeply. Lana’s legs wrapped around Samir’s waist, bringing his body in tight against hers. She felt his thrusts match his tongue wrestling hers, his bulge pressed firmly against the growing dampness between her legs.

“Rest your eyes, I’ve got you,” Samir whispered, blindfolding Lana with his tie.

Samir’s lips returned to Lana’s neck, making his way down her body. Each kiss left her momentarily breathless as the anticipation built for the next sensation of Samir’s soft lips against her skin. With her sight removed, all Lana’s other senses felt heightened. She could hear the light sound of every kiss, feel his warm breath behind each one. She became acutely aware of the goosebumps spreading across her body when she plotted Samir’s final destination.

Lana reached her hands down and grabbed handfuls of Samir’s hair, aching to feel his soft locks between her fingers. Abruptly Samir’s strong hands grabbed her wrists and pulled them away. She held her breath as silence filled the room. After what felt like an eternity, Lana heard the clang of a belt buckled and Samir’s deep voice whispering in her ear, “I’m in control.”

Before she knew it, Samir pulled her arms above her head and bound her wrists to the headboard.

Samir looked down at Lana as she squirmed. He took in her toned arms straining against their restraints and her large breasts stretching her shirt. Lana went still, and for a brief moment a smirk broke across her lips. That was Samir’s cue to finish what he’d started.

He continued his trail of kisses down Lana’s stomach and across her hips, each peck sloppier than the last. Samir finally reached the soaked warmth between Lana’s legs. He slowly peeled off her panties, following it down with more wet kisses.

With Lana’s lips finally free, Samir spreads her legs. He kissed her inner thighs and licked slowly across her soft skin. Lana gasped with each contact, her toes curling and arms flexing with Samir’s slow, torturous pace.

Lana moaned and whimpered, unable to bear the build-up. Suddenly, in a burst of sensation, Lana felt Samir’s tongue reach her drenched labia. Waves of pleasure washed over her as his tongue licked between her lips and up to her clit in one slow, sensuous motion. She gushed as he rhythmically flicked her swollen, hungry button, fiery passion surging through her with every touch. Lana screamed out as ecstasy washed over her.

Samir applied increasing and unrelenting pressure with the steady thrum of his tongue. Lana wanted to grab his hair and push his face deeper between her legs but could do nothing more than struggle against her restraints.

Pleasure built with every pulse of Samir’s tongue before he sealed his lips around Lana’s pussy and sucked vigorously. Lana screamed as the dueling sensations of Samir’s suction and pressured flicks triggered a stimulated tsunami. Lana’s back arched and her breath caught as fireworks of sensation exploded within her, every muscle in her body quivering and clenching simultaneously. The heightened sense of touch she felt only amplified her pleasure as she pushed her thighs together, holding Samir’s head between her legs for what she hoped was forever.

Samir grabbed Lana’s thighs and pinned them under his arms. She continued squirming, her immobile limbs only made her climb to orgasm that much more intense. She was at his mercy, completely.

Lana cried out as she soared through multiple orgasms, each one building upon the last. Her legs quivered and her body convulsed, her breath ragged from the torrent of pleasure emanating out from her clit and spreading through every cell in her body. Her thoughts were naught, only passion remained through the aftershocks that followed.

Samir looked down at his handiwork. A large wet spot stained the sheets between Lana’s supple thighs. He could see her abs flex instinctively with every aftershock rocking her sweat slicked body.

Samir gingerly stood up off the bed and quietly removed what was left of his clothes. He climbed back onto the bed and released Lana from her restraints. He saw the bright marks of struggle on Lana’s wrists and softly kissed and massaged them before finally removing her blindfold.

Lana’s breathing steadied as she came down from the orgasmic peak that consumed every fiber of her being just moments before. She blinked to adjust to the light as the blurry face staring down at her slowly came into focus. Samir’s black hair hung down and a small, infectious smile spread across his lips.

Lana smiled back as he leaned in and kissed her, his soft lips contrasting the throbbing heat pressed against her lower stomach. Samir rolled over onto his back next to her and slid his arm underneath her head. She rolled over to rest her head against his chest and lay her leg across his body, allowing his slow, deep breaths and strong embrace envelope her.

The two lay entwined as a cool breeze settled the heat of the bedroom, the smell of fresh coffee filling the air.

The Polaroid

Gabriela lay sprawled on the bed. Her wrists strained against the silk ropes tied to the bedposts. She spread her knees, her sundress riding up to her waist. She wore a white thong, it was stained with the dampness resulting from the roiling fire of desire deep in her belly.

“Hold still, my love,” Arnav said, walking around the his prize. Gabriela twisted her neck to follow his movements. His gait was steady and calculated. His broad shoulders and muscular arms swaying with every step. His cropped black hair matched his trimmed beard, and his piercing green eyes gleamed like emeralds inset on his smooth, ochre skin.

Gabriela bit her lip and squirmed, enjoying the squeeze of the ropes against her flesh. Her generous breasts moved side-to-side, nearly breaking free of their own cloth trappings. Her sun-tanned olive skin glistened with sweat, her curves worked every stitch of her yellow dress to perfection. Gabriela let out a whimper as Arnav approached the bed beside her.

“Why don’t we let your girls breathe,” he said, gently pulling Gabriela’s breasts free.

Her pink nipples stood erect, begging, searching for stimulation. Arnav obliged. He opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out Gabriela’s favourite nipple clamps. Both ends were connected by a thin chain that Arnav had a penchant for pulling.

Gabriela gasped with a clip snapping shut on each of her towers. The colour of her thong was now darker as the flow of ecstasy poured generously from her warmth.

Arnav stood back up. He was wearing Gabriela’s favourite pair of red boxers. He slipped them off and walked over to the bottom of the bed. He climbed on, spread Gabriela’s legs further apart and lowered his head between them. Gabriela lost sight of him but a sudden jolt of sensation surged up from her slit as his tongue slowly worked her clit over her drenched panties.

Gabriela screamed out as Arnav worked in slow, meticulous movements. She clung to the pleasure but ached at the torturous pace. She wanted nothing more than to rip off her panties and shove Arnav’s face fully onto her ravenous pussy, but instead met tight, silk resistance.

Despite wanting more, Gabriela felt an orgasm bubble to the surface and burst through, her back arched, her breath caught. Arnav stepped away as Gabriela recovered, her skin flush and eyes closed as she battled the aftershocks.

Suddenly, she felt a flash through her eyelids and heard the distinct click of a camera. Her eyes shot open. Arnav was kneeling beside the bed holding a camera in one hand and shaking a developing Polaroid film card in the other.

He smiled as he looked deep into Gabriela’s eyes. “I had to capture the beauty of your bliss,” he said, holding the film card up so she could see the developed picture.

Gabriela saw the photo come to life and was immediately entranced. She saw her face, flush, a bead of sweat dripping down her temple, her hair slightly dishevelled. Her lips parted just so, and her eyes closed, as if she were having the most wonderful dream.

Arnav undid Gabriela’s bonds and helped her sit up. He sat behind and held her as she continued to admire the captured moment. Arnav’s gentle kisses along her neck and shoulders helped her recover as the two sat entangled, enjoying that moment together.

After a while, Arnav slipped out of the room and Gabriela followed, the swinging chain of the nipple clamps delivering just enough stimulation to keep her ready for whatever was next.

Gabriela removed her dress and the two walked naked to their living room. She collapsed onto their couch and Arnav brought out the Polaroid camera once again. Gabriela posed, waiting for Arnav to snap another picture, but none was taken. She looked confused, and before she could ask why Arnav didn’t take a photo, he leaned in and kissed her deeply, blowing away any complaint Gabriela might have had.

After releasing her lips, Arnav stood up and pulled Gabriela’s chain, bringing her up with him. Gabriela bit her lip as she followed him back to the bedroom.

Arnav bent Gabriela over the end of the bed and retied her wrists, this time to either bedpost at the foot of the bed. He checked-in with her to make sure her shoulders weren’t twisted awkwardly, then proceeded to pull out the box of toys from beneath the bed. Gabriela felt her desire drip down her leg as she stood bent over and exposed.

Suddenly the sting of a slap pulled a yelp from Gabriela as Arnav proceeded to spank her firmly and rhythmically. The drip turned to a downpour as Arnav continued slapping then soothing with a gentle caress.

He switched from his hand to a paddle, keeping the same rhythm of soothing with every sting. The heat from the impact burned deep and hot, and Gabriela cried out with every stroke. Tears streamed down her cheek as with her essence down her thigh, pain and pleasure overwhelmed her every sense.

There was then a pause, and the familiar flash and click of the camera filled the silence. Another silence followed before it was broken with the mechanical buzz of one of Gabriela’s favourite vibrators.

Suddenly, her clit felt as though it’d been struck by lightning as Arnav worked her vibrator against it, sending Gabriela screaming as she pulled helplessly against her restraints. The torrent of pleasure pulsed endlessly through her, every nerve in her body lit up in ecstasy.

The waves grew bigger, the unfeeling vibrator relentlessly tormenting her. The tears returned and the howls turned guttural, even feral, as she felt herself reaching climax. Her knees nearly buckled when she finally came and her essence streamed from her engorged, throbbing pussy.

Gabriela’s moans and heaving breath were all that could be heard as Arnav switched off the vibrator.

Another click.

Arnav untied Gabriela and checked her wrists and massaged her shoulders. She kissed him deeply, showing him she was okay and ready.

Arnav pulled away from Gabriela’s lips and took hold of her chain once more. This time, he slowly pulled down, bringing Gabriela to her knees and level with his cock. She licked her lips and looked up, making eye contact with Arnav as she took his length between her lips, feeling it grow in her mouth as she twirled her tongue around his throbbing tip.

Arnav’s cock swelled to its full potential and Gabriela worked his shaft with her lips and tongue, pulling him deep down her throat with force and determination. The sounds of Arnav’s moans and Gabriela’s slurping now filled the room. She reached between her legs and coated her fingers in her plentiful juices, and reached between Arnav’s legs and slipped one of her slick fingers inside his hole.

He let out a whimper as she worked his pleasure points from both ends. Feeling his cock swell even more and his balls lift in anticipation of an explosion, Gabriela worked her mouth and finger with a mechanical relentlessness.

With a final roar Arnav exploded, his liquid ecstasy filled Gabriela’s mouth and coated her tongue. After the last bursts and twitches of Arnav’s member, she slipped her finger from his hole. Arnav lowered himself to meet her eyes, and picked the camera up from beside them. He brought it up close to her lips, and clicked one last time.

Arnav helped Gabriela back to her feet and gently removed the clamps. They both washed each other’s bodies under a hot shower and moved back to the living room. Arnav wore his red boxers, and Gabriela wore a new pair of panties and one of Arnav’s oversized t-shirts.

All of Arnav’s photos developed, and Arnav showed them to Gabriela. Having already seen the first, they both looked at the second picture. The second film card was a close-up of Gabriela’s butt cheek. The hot, red blood vessels throbbing from Arnav’s stinging spanking made beautifully intricate patterns across Gabriela’s soft, supple skin. The passion behind each strike illustrated with every red blotch. The contrasting softness of Gabriela’s skin showing the care and love felt between them, accented between streaks of red.

The third picture was just a single, hanging droplet. The droplet had a fresh glimmer, and it oozed with the suggestion of the sticky pleasure from whence it came. The singular drip holding her entire essence within it, coming to be through an intimate connection unique to her and Arnav. It was singular, and it was theirs.

The final photo was of Gabriela’s red lips. A sleek sheen made them almost glitter, her lips parted slightly with a drip of drool easing from the corner. The white tint spread over her hidden tongue ached for more, demanded it even. Hunger and desire emanated from the film card, begging any witness to satisfy them.

Gabriela put the cards down on the coffee table and kissed Arnav deeply. “We’re absolutely framing these. They’re wonderful.”

Arnav returned her approval with a big smile, and they spent the rest of the night lost in each other’s arms.

Dedicated

“Why aren’t you presenting,” Amar said, his deep voice stern, cold.

Lana’s eyes widened and her face went soft, a bead of sweat ran down her temple as she dropped the magazine she was reading. Her mouth opened to apologize when Amar’s devastating gaze fixed on her.

“Well?” Amar’s voice somehow filled the room while never increasing a single decibel.

Lana scurried up from where she was laying on the bed and quickly stripped out of her clothes. She threw her oversized t-shirt and panties to the side before jumping back on the bed on all fours. Lana’s wide hips and generous thighs rippled and her black curls bounced as she hurriedly assumed the position. Her breasts were small and perky and her large, dark nipples prominent against her smooth, ochre skin. Lana raised her hips and spread her knees while pushing her head deep into the plush comforter.

Lana heard Amar’s fly unzip and the swish of his tie coming undone. Her heart pounded with anticipation and her mind raced as she attempted to recall whether she had “cleaned up” and “prepared” herself for him.

Amar dragged his soft fingertip between Lana’s cheeks. He spread Lana open, exposing her hole and separating her dark, prominent lips. Lana gushed as she listened intently to Amar’s breathing, trying her best to glean any hint of his approval.

Still holding her cheeks spread, Amar said, “You’ve done an adequate job.” Lana winced slightly at ‘adequate’ but reminded herself of his impossibly high standards, making a mental note to take a little extra time to prepare before her next inspection.

Amar continued, “Now for your taste test.”

Lana gasped as Amar’s tongue caressed her parted lips, drinking up her anticipatory juices. Her hands gripped the bed tight as he sucked her clit while simultaneously drawing figure eights with his dexterous tongue. Lana let out a hushed moan. She suddenly felt the burning sting of his hand against her ass.

“Did I give you permission to make a sound?” Amar said, his drenched lips pulled away from Lana’s warmth. She wanted to apologize again but knew that another sound would mean continued denial. Lana resorted to burying her face deep into the covers, squeezing her eyes shut and biting the comforter to keep from letting out a single sound as Amar masterfully worked his lips and tongue over her pussy and clit.

Amar moved seamlessly from Lana’s drenched pussy to her winking hole and twirled his tongue around the rim before easing his tongue inside. He worked Lana’s asshole furiously and rubbed her clit in rhythm with his tongue. Lana felt convulsions wrack her body as she came, the worry of moans disappearing as her breath held, mouth agape.

After cresting and crashing several times Lana collapsed and Amar retreated. Her breath was ragged as she looked up at him towering over her.

“I’m satisfied. I’ll allow you to have your toys tonight, just get me a gin and tonic first,” Amar said as he undressed, propping a pillow up against the headboard as he took a seat.

Lana gathered herself and hurried to the kitchen to procure Amar’s drink. Walking back into the bedroom with a glass in her hand, Lana took in his body. His long, black, wavy hair hung down over his shoulders. His broad chest and flat stomach covered in a fine layer of hair, a trail leading down the centre of his torso. Amar’s cock lay small and limp between his hairy, muscular thighs.

She watched as Amar took in her body, from her breasts, down her stomach, and across her hips. Quickly collecting herself, Lana handed him his drink and knelt beside the bed. Amar took a slow sip, closing his eyes as he twisted his neck, cracking the day’s stresses away.

He looked over at Lana, his eyes seizing every bit of her attention. He reached over with his free hand and gently held Lana’s chin between his thumb and forefinger.

“You’ve been waiting so long, what’s another couple of minutes?” Amar whispered, bringing his nose within centimeters of Lana’s. She let out a whimper as he pulled away.

Amar continued to slowly sip his drink and Lana knelt at his side, her longing gaze shifting from his lips, to his chest. She watched his chest slowly rise and fall, trying her best to breathe in time with him.

As Amar finished the last drop of his drink, he placed the glass on the nightstand and nodded his head for Lana to join him on the bed. Lana immediately jumped on the bed and straddled his hips. She felt Amar’s cock swell with her soaked warmth pressed against it.

Lana dug her nails into Amar’s chest as she waited for the words she’d been dreaming of for days.

Amar looked deep into Lana’s eyes and a smile touched his lips. “I’m yours, my love.”

Lana immediately leaned in and kissed Amar deeply, tasting the gin on his lips as her tongue danced with his. She unconsciously rocked her hips, feeling Amar’s long, thick member slide against her aching clit. Lana reached back and guided him inside her. She bit Amar’s lip and moaned as he slowly filled her up. Every day of denial adding another layer of pleasure as she gripped and pulled Amar’s hair.

When Amar’s cock fully entered Lana, she felt the heat of Amar’s hand slap against her ass as he prepared to thrust again. Lana left Amar’s lips and dug her teeth deep into his shoulder as his rhythmic thrusts carried her through torrents of ecstasy. Bursts of stimulation from Amar’s relentless pounding were punctuated by the sudden vibrator pressed against her clit. The sound of Lana’s guttural moans overtook the slapping of skin and hum of the vibrator. Her legs shook as she came, and Amar slowed his thrusts and removed the vibrator.

Out of the mists of her orgasm, Lana felt Amar’s hot breath against her ear as he whispered, “You’re mine, now and forever.”

Lana immediately clenched around Amar’s cock as his words echoed in her head. Every fibre of her being was dedicated to him. He was all she wanted and he never failed to provide. She craved these moments, this pleasure.

Before Lana could react, Amar slid both his hands behind her, cupping her ass. In a single motion, he flipped her over onto the bed and he stared down at her, his hair hanging down around his face.

Holding Lana’s gaze, Amar’s impressive cock remained deep inside her. Lana gasped as Amar’s mast pressed her pleasure points, his curve perfectly angled to bring Lana to orgasm without fail. Amar’s hips moved faster as he went deeper and Lana’s moans turned to screams. Her fingers dragged long, deep tracks down Amar’s back, earning primal growls in her ear. Lana’s legs wrapped around his waist and her ankles locked together as Amar’s vigorous pounding quickened.

Lana cursed as her legs pulled Amar in deeper, every inch of her body awash in euphoria. She dug her teeth deeper into Amar’s shoulder and muffled a scream as she came, bursts of colour filling her vision.

Amar slowed the thrust of his hips and gently stroked Lana’s hair as her body convulsed. She continued clenching around his girth as they lay still, their bodies glistening with sweat.

Lana felt Amar slide out from Lana as he leaned down and kissed her deeply. He rolled over next to Lana and wrapped his arm around her. She curled up against his body and rested her head on his chest, fondling the hair covering his stomach.

“How’s my girl doing?” Amar asked, stroking Lana’s hair.

Lana looked up and him and nodded, unable to articulate her bliss. Amar kissed her forehead and squeezed her tight.

As the fog lifted from Lana’s mind, she slowly traced her fingers down Amar’s chest and wrapped them around his now limp member.

She stared at her snugly held toy, a smirk breaking across her lips.

“Don’t think this means you’ll get to cum any time soon,” she said, tightening her grip.

Lana slowly stroked Amar’s growing cock and thought, ‘what would another ten days hurt?’

Intimacy Through Email

I thought I’d share my experience with email as a medium for intimacy, and even sexting.

It seems so counterintuitive to use email to communicate with a partner when you can just shoot them a text. Most people, including myself, use email almost exclusively for work and to receive both solicited and unsolicited coupons. However, I’ve recently experimented with using email in a more personal, even sensual way, and I found it incredibly rewarding. I thought I’d share a few of my thoughts on the experience and some of the unique aspects of email that differentiate it from other forms of textual intimacy.

The Return of Love Letters

Media and pop culture have often romanticized love letters, the lost art of a bygone era. Though I agree that sending physical letters through the mail to correspond with a lover is rather antiquated, I believe we can still capture the essence of love letters through 21st century electronic mail.

When was the last time you wrote to your lover in paragraphs, or even complete sentences proper punctuation? With a letter, you can heap on the praise and worship in prose normally reserved for everything but romance. There’s a lot of fun that can be had with the letter formatting. For example, one of my favourite things to play with in a romantic email is the sign-off. Signing-off with ‘Always Yours’, ‘Adoringly Yours’, or even a simple ‘xx’, can be a nice change of pace and add a romantic flair to an already steamy letter.

Another element of letters that I love incorporating is the postscript. I love writing a long, sensual email, signing-off with a ‘Forever Yours’, and adding a ‘P.S.’ to throw in one last cheeky compliment or naughty thought. I often like using a P.S. to juxtapose a romantic letter with more pointed sexual comment or idea. I find it’s a fun way to fan the flames of a slow-burning sexual journey with a glimpse at the final destination.

Where Long-Form Excels

The biggest difference between instant messaging and email is the length of each message. I think the thing I enjoy most about incorporating long-form writing in an intimate, sexual context, is that it’s like I’m writing one of my erotic stories for a single person.

With multiple sentences and short paragraphs, you can set the scene and create an atmosphere more easily than through instant messaging. You can transport your partner to a world of your creation, and all they have to do is check their email.

Letters and long-form writing also lend themselves to more collaborative experiences, where one person can set the stage, the other can take the first step. Exchanging longer, thought-out scenes can lead to a more complete story where both partners react and respond equally.

Another benefit letters have over instant messaging is the ability to maintain multiple streams of thought at once. For example, if you and your partner have a deeper relationship than just sexting, you can break your single letter into a daily life update and a steamy dream you had about your partner, and throw in a P.S. telling them they looked stunning in their latest Instagram post. Letters can allow you to juggle many balls (in more ways than one).

The Slow Burn

To really get the most out of sharing intimacy through email, you have to embrace the slow burn. Take your time crafting your emails. Think about what it is you’re trying to convey, and don’t hold back with the verbosity! Time is your greatest ally in this respect, because the denser the email is with romance and sensuality, the greater the payoff for your partner waiting excitedly for it.

This form requires you to practice patience. You can really play with the letter aspect of each email, limiting yourselves to a single letter each a day, or even a week. Delayed gratification can seriously amplify the experience and bring a new dimension to your sexting life

If you’re an avid sexter or even just looking for something low-stakes and new to try with a partner, give email a try. You can even snag a free email address from Protonmail for that added privacy piece of mind.

Happy Writing 🙂

Setting the Table

There’s always a moment, just before I send the first message to someone I’m playing with for the first time, where my heart begins beating faster and my fingers tremble. All I want to do at that very moment is jump in with a volley of descriptions and actions, lobbing pet names and kinks in an endless torrent of sexual energy. But alas, I do not. I’d like to share some sexting etiquette I’ve found encourages a healthier and more enjoyable sexting experience.

Pet Names

We all have pet names we like to be called during intimate moments. It is important to realize that not everyone has the same preferences. I’ve found it very helpful and appreciated to ask your play partner what pet names they prefer. There are a few ways you can clarify pet names during a play session. The simplest way is to establish both yours and your partner’s preferred names prior to beginning. You can also find creative ways to incorporate it early into your first session. For example, if you’ve started a scene where you and your partner are entwined in each other’s arms, you can say “I whisper in your ear, ‘you can call me slut'”, establishing that you enjoy being called slut while you play. This might also encourage your partner to tell you what they prefer. This is all predicated on both players generally understanding what sort of kinks and play you are getting into.

You can also try different words with your partner by asking them if they like being called something. I’ve only covered a few ways of establishing pet name preferences, but don’t hesitate to find what works best for you. The key is to avoid imposing your preferences onto your play partner.

Ask Questions

Sexting requires just as much attention and care as physical sex. As such, it is vitally important that you periodically check in with your partner just like you would if you were physically engaged in sex with them. In essence, it’s important to ask questions throughout the duration of a play session.

Don’t let anyone tell you that checking in with your partner or asking questions ruins the mood. Questions are sexy as hell! Just like physical sex, it’s all about matching the flow. For example, if you and your partner are in the midst of a steamy scene where you’re in a position to spank your partner, you can squeeze in consent like so: “mmmmm your ass looks so good, so inviting. I rub my hand gently over your supple cheeks. You want me to give it a slap, [insert pet name here]?”. I think this is a steamy way to keep the flow of play going while continuing to establish consent during an evolving session.

Moving In and Out of Play

This is just a short tip that you might find helpful if you’re having trouble smoothly transitioning in and out of play. It’s often fun jumping out of a session briefly to let your partner know how much you’re enjoying yourself. I’ve found it easiest to separate these dips out of play with distinct punctuation or words. For example, I often use brackets like so: (omg that was so hot, I’m throbbing right now) I take you by the arm and etc. I tend to use brackets more often when our play involves many shorter, single word or sentence messages. When I’m engaged in play where my partner and I are writing longer messages to each other, I’ll hop out of play by starting my message with “sidenote:”. Whatever you choose, I’ve found it a fun and sexy way to stay connected with my partner outside the session in the midst of play.

Like most things in life, communication is key. Whether it’s physical sex or textual sex, it’s important to remember that intimacy is to be respected. Let your partner know what pet names you prefer and where you’d like a session to go. There are many ways to do this without breaking the steamy momentum of a session. And don’t forget, it’s OK to hop in-and-out of play to communicate with your partner. I hope these tips help make your sexting adventures more comfortable and enjoyable!

How to Take a Decent Dick Pic

I’m someone who loves sexting. Between exchanging lurid stories with a partner and sharing pictures, the experience can be very rewarding, especially during a pandemic. From my own experience, I wanted share some thoughts on how those of us who have a penis can take more ‘aesthetic’ pictures of our privates.

CONSENT

The worst dick pic is an unsolicited one. Don’t send pictures to people without their explicit consent beforehand. Be a decent person, please.

Lighting and Angles

Just because it’s a picture of your junk, doesn’t mean it has to be trash. Lighting and angles are super important when taking a picture of your member. Regarding angles, I find an upward angle can help emphasizes and exaggerate size, especially when erect. The easiest way to take this picture is using the front-facing camera on your phone, but I would instead recommend using the back-facing one. The back-facing camera is oftentimes the better camera with a higher resolution. Because it will be more difficult to see what your picture will look like, you’ll likely have to do multiple takes. But trust me, it’s worth it. Timers and mirrors are also helpful when using the back camera.

As for lighting, don’t be afraid of the dark. Some of my favorite pictures come from the clever use of flash in pitch black. When using flash, be weary of the light over exposing the entire picture. I’ve found that experimenting with distance and focus helps to avoid this. A lighting tip for that nooner pic involves natural light. Natural light at an angle can do a lot of the heavy lifting when trying to emphasize a specific aspect of your parts. Get creative with shadows as well. The important thing is to avoid blurry pictures, so take your time.

Context

Context is key. When you’re sexting, context can mean a few different things. The first thing context means is within a sexting session. A sexy back and forth between you and a partner can get things steamy. Sending a nice picture to show your partner how much you’re enjoying what’s happening can add a little extra spice. I try to avoid sending pictures outside a sexting session unless under specific circumstances. A before and after of a steamy session can add some dimension to a picture that would otherwise just be a random picture of your penis.

Context also involves what’s in the picture beyond your penis and testicles. I’ve often found that the thing that those I’m sexting with keyed-in on most was other parts of my body where I intended the focus to be on ‘the goods’. Taking the focus off your genitals and on other parts of your body like your chest or legs can elevate your pictures significantly. Hedge your bets and use the same lighting and angle tips for other parts of your body, you might stumble on something that really hits the spot for your partner.

Frequency

I’ve definitely been in a position where I’ve taken a bunch of solid pictures and I start to slip with my own techniques, especially in context. Quality over quantity is the foundation of effective sexting. Inundation exponentially reduces the effect the picture might have for your partner. I found that during times where I was feeling very revved up and I wasn’t sexting my partner I would take a few pictures and just hold onto them. This allowed me to get a handle on my instant urge to take the pic without the risk of inundating my partner and ruining the experience for them. And if those pictures meet your high criteria, you’ve got some chambered and ready for a more appropriate moment. Communication with your partner, like everything in life, will help you determine the frequency that works for you relationship.

Well, I can’t believe I actually wrote this, but here we are. I hope this helps someone out there who happens to stumble upon this. Happy sexting y’all and stay safe out there 🙂