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?’

The Gym

You lay your head down on the pillow, your comforter enveloping you in warmth and softness. The siren song of sleep takes over and in an instant you’re off to dreamland.

You don’t remember your dream, but you know you had a very restful night because you woke up early on a day where you would normally sleep in. Feeling refreshed from a full night of REM sleep you stretch and feel the life return to every muscle in your body.

You prepare a light breakfast before heading-off to the gym. You swallow a few more spoonfuls of Greek yogurt and walk out the door.

You warm-up on the treadmill, feeling the sweat start to pour as your body gets prepared for the workout ahead. Today’s a chest and biceps day, one of your favourites. You settle onto a chest press machine, set the weight, and start your reps.

The gym’s fairly empty, even for a weekend, and you like it that way. You’ve had enough of the meatheads peacocking and ogling you while you try to get your shit done. You know you’ve got a milkshake that brings all the boys to the yard. You don’t need some roided-out jocks to tell you that.

You power through your sets on the chest press, and as you wipe down the machine and move on to the dumbbells to get some curls in, something catches your eye from across the gym. Rather, someone catches your eye.

You finish wiping down the handles and grab your water bottle before getting a better look. Through the rows of machines and treadmills, you see someone bent over on all fours in the open floor area near the back of the gym.

You watch as they change positions, bringing their entire body down to the ground and lifting their chest while their hips and legs stay flat to the ground. You realize you’re just staring at a person doing simple yoga stretches, so you shake your head a little and move over to the weight rack.

You’re on your second set of curls when you see a familiar pair of shorts step onto the treadmill directly in front of you. You realize that it’s the same person you were eyeing earlier. The 6’3 man shook his legs out and started the machine.

You finish your reps and find yourself staring again. But now but you don’t even care. You watch as his long strides easily power through the high speeds of the treadmill belt. You marvel at his strong, slender legs and his broad, chiseled chest.

You appreciate his strength. Unlike all the other meatheads around here, you know he’s properly strong, like strong in his core. He’s also not half-bad looking either, with his short crop hair, and distinct facial features.

You eventually snap out of your intense observations and get back in the zone. You forget the man entirely by the time you finish your workout and are in the locker room showering. As you’re leaving the gym you see the handsome man you’d almost completely forgot about approaching a car next to yours.

He gives you an intoxicating smile and gentle nod before getting into his car and driving away. Dammit, he’s got a nice fucking smile too?! You get into your own car and race home.

It isn’t long before you’re walking through the front door, stripping out of your clothes, and fishing your vibrator out of the nightstand. With all those endorphins pumping through your veins from your workout, you work your clit vigorously, desperate for an intense release.

Your imagination conjures the man from the gym in all his glory and all the things you lust for him to do to you. The violent contractions of your pussy and the spasms of your already exhausted muscles leaves you a sweaty heap as you ride the aftershocks of your orgasm.

The image of that tall, limber, smiling man still lingers behind your eyelids as you slip into a deep, rewarding nap.

—

Over the next few weeks you started to see the mysterious man at the gym more often. You deduced he was a new member and that luckily his schedule matched quite perfectly with yours. You both had your independent rhythms and routines, you would work the machines and he would do his yoga and run

You always made sure you had the best view in the house.

You started to notice how the muscles in his legs would ripple and flex when he would run. You were entranced by how his glutes would work his short shorts as he would transition into different yoga positions.

After every workout you would both walk to your cars separately and give each other friendly nods and go your own ways. And every time, you’d have the most intense orgasm as you imagined him ferociously fucking you.

One day, after your usual workout, you see your man and get your keys out to get into your car, until you’re stopped in your tracks by a deep, resonating voice.

“Hey, it looks looks like we’ve got pretty similar workout schedules. I probably should have said this a while back, but I figured I should introduce myself. I’m Cameron”.

You look up to see your man standing right next to you, his hand extended for a handshake. You smile and take his hand, “I’m Heather” you say, trying to maintain your composure.

You chit-chat for a while. You learn he’s a lawyer and that he just moved to the city. The conversation was flowing so easily that you offer to grab coffee with him later that afternoon. He happily accepts and with a final handshake you part ways.

You hold off on your usual masturbation routine when you get home. Instead, you pick out a cute outfit, eat your usual post-workout meal, and before long you’re making your way out the door to meet up with Cameron.

You arrive at the coffee shop and see him already there at a small table in the corner. You’re impressed by how well he cleaned up, with a nice pair of perfectly fitted jeans and a black rock band t-shirt under a nice opened plaid button-down.

You give him a hug and sit down. You each order a coffee and start talking. Time flies by as you sit and talk. You find yourself opening up to him, and he to you. You learn you’re about the same age, and that you have some shared struggles.

The topic of dating even comes up and you both laugh at the stories and frustrations of dating in today’s day and age. You look down at your watch and your eyes bulge when you realize the time.

“Holy shit, we’ve been talking for this long?” You say.

“Jeez, you’re right,” Cameron replies, “but I’ll be honest, I don’t quite want this to end.”

You blush, “Me neither.” You reach out and hold his hand. He blushes back and you both decide to take this to a bar close by where you can grab some real food and keep talking.

You walk over to a spot you know that has fantastic food and some great cocktails. Afternoon turns to evening and you find yourself falling deeper into Cameron’s eyes. You’re soon sitting next to each other in a booth, your fingers entwined, eyes lingering unabashedly on each other’s bodies.

You also noticed that you’ve both only had two cocktails. You knew at that moment that there was a real spark here and not just alcohol-induced lust.

There was real, deep desire. You needed him.

You open your mouth to speak, but before any words leave your lips, Cameron says, “I need you. Now.”

He squeezes your hand and stares deeper into your eyes. “I know you want me too. I live just down the street. Come with me.”

You bite your lip and nod. The butterflies in your stomach flutter furiously as Cameron throws cash with a hefty tip onto the table and whisks you out onto the street. You feel yourself being dragged along, struggling to keep pace with Cameron’s long, steady strides. You smile and skip to keep up as you approach his apartment building.

You see him smile and wave to the doorman as you hurry into the elevator. Before the doors close he pins you to a wall and take your mouth in his. You’re immediately lost in him, his tongue dancing with yours, his large hands groping your firm ass. You rake your nails down his back and your pussy gushes with every passing second your lips are connected.

You barely notice the ding of the elevator door before you’re practically carried to Cameron’s apartment. You’re so dazed by the deluge of endorphins your next moment of awareness is Cameron throwing you onto the bed and ripping your clothes off. You lay naked atop his plush bed and watch his head descend between your legs.

You scream out as he tongues your drenched pussy. He flicks your clit and rhythmically sucks, bringing your already primed pussy to orgasm instantaneously. He continues, and you cum, over, and over, and over again. Your abs feel sore from orgasmic contractions and you grab his hair and drag him to your lips, drinking in the cocktail of your nectar and his saliva.

You use your strength to flip him onto the bed and tear his clothes off. You take in his throbbing mast, glistening with precum. You love how thick it is, veins spidering along the shaft like the veins in his arms. You immediately take his entire length into your mouth, easily bottoming out. You love a manageable cock.

He fucks your throat as you massage his balls, hearing his deep growls drives you, pushes you. He thrusts harder, his breath quickens and his abs begin contracting. You open your throat and hold his cock inside as he furiously pumps load after load deep inside. You relish in his high pitched moans, his vocalizations only creating a bigger mess between your legs.

You release him and crawl up to him, snuggling next to him as you both recover. You don’t have to wait long before Cameron’s cock is throbbing once again, and you climb on top and slip him into your still soaked pussy. You scream out as you rock your hips, feeling him fill you up and pressure your pleasure points. You love that fullness, preferring it immensely to a larger cock that keeps punching your cervix.

You cum again and collapse forward onto Cameron’s chest. Your breath heaves as you lay there, his cock still lodged inside. After a moment you feel him lift his knees and begin thrusting, slow and deep. You almost weep as you curse the heavens and drown in euphoria. The trusting gets faster and you bite into Cameron’s shoulder and scream out in ecstasy.

You come so violently you spasm, unable to control your body, and you feel Cameron erupt inside you, your pussy’s aggressive contractions throwing him over the edge.

You lay beside him, cum leaking from your lips, more cum dribbling from Cameron’s cock. You are both so exhausted, so thoroughly worked, you fall into that deep, restful sleep, except this time it’s in the arms of a wonderful man.

Blowing Off Steam

The rain poured down on Lex as she walked the short distance from her Lyft to the entrance of the bar. She stood under the awning and shook the water off her jacket, cursing under her breath. Exasperated, Lex walked in and made her way directly to her usual seat at the bar. She frequented this place for months and was friendly with the bartenders and some of the regulars.

She felt her phone buzz and pulled it out of her pocket. She furrowed her brow as she read the name of the person texting her and immediately locked her phone and shoved it back into her pants. She could not be bothered to read any message from them.

Lex let out a sigh and hung her head. She was exhausted.

Lex was a very practical person when it came to fulfilling her sexual needs. At any point, she had close to three or four men upon whom she could call to blow off steam. However, she currently found herself with an utterly disappointing crop in her rotation. Each one was either incompetent in bed, or had such a dreadfully boring personality that the sex was far from worth it. She just needed someone tolerable who could competently follow instructions.

Lex lifted her head when she heard the sound of a glass sliding against the wooden bar. She nodded at the bartender and sipped her drink: top-shelf tequila, straight-up. The taste soothed her and she felt her muscles begin to relax.

Lex wore her dark blue jeans and black leather jacket over a white blouse. She was all curves and her outfit showed it.

The bar was unusually empty for a Thursday night, though the regulars still made their appointments. After taking a few more sips, Lex reached for her phone again. She pulled at it, and with a slip of her fingers it slid out of her hand. As if in slow motion, she watched the phone fall, when suddenly a hand darted out and snatched it midair.

The man attached to the hand looked at Lex and smiled, “That was a close one.”

Reeling from the sudden jolt of panic she’d just experienced, Lex took in the man who saved her phone. He had blue eyes and his brown hair looked freshly cut.

“Oh my god, you saved my life!” Lex exclaimed as she received her phone back from the stranger.

The man smiled at Lex as he straightened, “Don’t mention it. If you’re here on your own, would you like to join us?” He nodded his head in the direction of a table with another man and a woman.

“You know what, sure,” Lex said, smiling.

Lex approached the table and the man’s two friends introduced themselves. The woman was Mary and the other man was Kay. Lex’s saviour was Tyler, and he gave Mary a kiss as he sat down. Lex sat next to Kay and across from Mary and Tyler. The four of them chatted and the drinks began to flow.

Lex learned that Tyler and Kay were colleagues at a consulting firm downtown. Tyler described how he and Kay became fast friends early on in their careers when they both started at the firm around the same time.

Lex was intrigued by their dynamic. Tyler was very outgoing and drove most of the conversation. Meanwhile, Kay sat silently, only contributing a few words here and there. Though, when Kay had something to say, it was incredibly clever, and Lex took note of his sharp wit. Additionally, in contrast to Tyler, Kay had a mop of wavy black hair and deep, brown eyes. Though he slouched, Lex could tell he was about the same height as Tyler, around six foot two.

Lex offered to buy the next round for the table and made her way to the bar. As she waited for the bartender to take her order, Kay came and stood next to her.

“Thought I’d give you a hand with the drinks,” Kay said, his deep voice resonating such that even his hushed tones were clear.

“Thanks,” Lex replied. “You don’t say much, do you?”

“I usually let Tyler do the talking,” Kay said, his voice raising to a more conversational volume. “It takes me a minute to get into the groove with new people. Sorry if that made things a little awkward.”

“Don’t sweat it,” Lex said, giving Kay a light tap on the arm.

Standing next to her, Lex got a better look at Kay and liked what she saw. He still had a slouch, but his well-cut blue button-down and black jeans emphasized his slim, muscular build.

An idea formed in Lex’s mind at that very moment and she felt in her gut that she had to go with it.

Lex leaned on the bar and looked Kay directly in his eyes, “So, are you in a relationship?”

Kay shook his head, “Not at the moment.”

Lex took a half-step closer and whispered, “I really need to blow off some steam, you want to give me a hand?”

Lex watched Kay’s eyes widen as he silently nodded.

Lex marked Kay’s confirmation and felt her blood begin to pump. She tried to tamp down her eagerness, but as she looked at Kay, she couldn’t help herself.

“Great. We’ll get these drinks to Tyler and Mary and take our leave,” Lex said as she and Kay carried the drinks over to the table.

Lex and Kay placed the drinks down. Lex was opening her mouth to speak when she heard Kay’s deep voice resonate, “We’re going to head out guys, I’ll see you at work tomorrow Tyler.” Before Lex knew it Kay grabbed her hand and they were out the door.

Lex, who was not one to be easily flustered, felt herself blush as Kay flagged down a cab. After getting into the cab, Lex gave the driver her address and immediately turned to Kay. In an instant their lips were locked. Lex felt Kay’s hand wrap around her lower back, pulling her in close as she tangled her fingers in his hair. Lex became lost in the kiss and before she knew it they’d arrived at her home. She grabbed Kay’s hand and guided him through the front door.

The moment the door closed behind them they were once again wrapped in each other’s arms. Kicking off their shoes, and still entwined, they walked through the front hallway toward Lex’s living room. She began tearing open Kay’s shirt as she walked him back into a wall. Driven by lust, Lex ripped open his shirt and the last few buttons flew out onto the floor. She felt Kay’s hands undo her pants and she shimmied as she took over, shoving them off and onto the floor to join the lost buttons.

Lex grabbed Kay’s hair, pulled his head back, and whispered in his ear, “You’re going to do what you’re told, got it?”

Kay let out a hushed bellow of approval and Lex grabbed him by his waistband and dragged him further into the room.

Lex threw Kay onto the couch and pointed at his pants. “Take off your clothes,” she said as she stood in front of him in just her white blouse.

Lex watched as Kay removed his pants and underwear, revealing a growing cock between his hairy, muscular thighs. Kay threw his pants to the side and Lex stepped onto the couch, putting her right foot onto the seat back, and shoving Kay’s face between her legs.

A burst of sensation ripped through Lex’s body as Kay immediately went to work. She felt his tongue work figure-eights around her vulva, each round peaking at her clit. The suction of his lips wrapped around her pussy left her catching her breath. Her senses heightened, pleasure reverberating through her body in time with Kay’s thrumming tongue. Lex ground against Kay’s lips, thrusting her hips to the beat of Kay’s strokes. He gripped her ass as he burrowed deeper with his tongue, slapping her cheeks in time with his flicks. Lex’s knees buckled with each crashing wave of euphoria.

Barely managing to collect herself, Lex gabbed Kay’s hair tightly and pulled him away. She stood over him and bent down to kiss him once more, soaked and dripping from Kay’s perfect first impression.

Lex tasted herself on his lips and trimmed beard and her hunger grew.

She climbed down from the couch and eyed Kay’s now fully erect cock. His second impression was proving impressive.

Lex grabbed Kay by the throat and brought her face close to his. Gently squeezing, she whispered, “Fuck me senseless.”

Just as Lex released her fingers from Kay’s neck, his quick hands grabbed her arms, twisted her around as he stood, and pushed her towards the wall. Lex’s cheek and chest were flush with the wall and her arms were pinned behind her when sKay’s prodigious member entered her.

Lex screamed as Kay’s throbbing staff filled her. The sound of slapping skin echoed with each powerful push, accompanying Lex’s unending stream of desperate curses and pleas. As if driven by bestial forces, Kay pounded her harder and deeper, pulling her arms back tighter and pushing her harder into the wall. Lex screamed out for more and Kay obediently obliged.

Lex drowned in pleasure, losing time and awareness all at once. The tight grip and pull of her arms coupled with the deep, relentless explosions of force radiating from between her legs left her at his mercy.

Lex’s knees shook as she squirted through Kay’s unrelenting pounding. She came with a force that sent shock waves rippling through every cell in her body. Lex roared, overtaken by the release of her pent-up sexual energy.

Kay slowed, and Lex felt him slide out and release her arms. In a single, smooth motion Kay spun Lex around and held her by the small of her back. He leaned in and gently kissed her before walking her to the bedroom and laying her on the bed.

“You were incredible,” Lex managed to say between heaving breaths.

Kay smiled and left the room, returning with two glasses of water. He handed one glass over to Lex and joined her in bed.

“I hope that did the trick,” Kay said, as Lex gulped down the ice cold water.

After placing the glass down on her nightstand Lex turned to Kay. She slid her hand under the covers and wrapped her fingers around Kay’s cock. “It absolutely did. But get ready for round two, I’ve had a rough week.”

Summer Delight

Lana walked up to the front door of her apartment. Fumbling with the keys in an exhausted haze, she finally found the key that would open the door to her sanctuary. The AC was humming and the cool air hit her face, washing relief over her body. Her close friend and roommate Megan stood in the kitchen and gave a little wave hello as Lana made her way into the family room.

Lana had already flipped her dress up and over her head and walked into the kitchen clad in only her bra and panties. Lana grabbed a piece of fresh pineapple her friend was cutting and popped it into her mouth. The fresh explosion of sweet juices tickled her taste buds.

“It’s absolutely brutal out there,” Lana remarked to Megan as she unhooked her suffocating bra, releasing her pale, shapely breasts.

“It’s insane,” Megan replied.

As Megan put the knife and cutting board away she paused and stared at Lana’s breasts.

“God your boobs are incredible,” she said.

Megan had remarked on Lana’s remarkable breasts often over the years they’d known each other. And as she’d done for years, Lana simply pushed them together slightly with her arms, gave a sly smile, and winked as she popped another piece of pineapple into her mouth on the way to her room.

Lana wasn’t a cocky person, and like most everyone, felt certain insecurities about her body. But Megan seemed to have a sixth sense about when those insecure thoughts were starting to enter Lana’s mind and would always say just the right thing to lift her spirits. She truly was one-of-a-kind.

Lana finished undressing, grabbed a towel, and went straight to the shower. The thought of the warm water washing away the day’s stress and sweat was intoxicating.

Lana stood in the shower and closed her eyes, taking in the cleansing energy of the water against her skin. Her mind began to wander as streams explored her every curve. The water’s warm caress morphed her feelings of cleanliness and refreshment into more carnal desires. She traced the path of the water down her body. She fingers lingered on her neck, feeling her racing heartbeat. She migrated down to her collarbone before following the slopes of her breasts to their tips. Her nipples begged for attention, erect and waiting. She denied their urges and continued over her stomach and to her generous hips. The roiling inferno in her gut fed into her desperate desires. Even then, she slowed herself down. The slow build was worth the reward. She finally made it to her conquering thighs. Her muscles bulged beneath her supple skin.

At long last, the natural path of the cleansing streams led Lana’s fingertips to her warmth. She bit her lip as she slowly stimulated her aching clit. Her dexterous fingers moved faster and vigorously. Lana’s breath heaved and abs contracted as she hurdled towards and orgasmic eruption. She braced herself against the shower wall as her legs buckled. Waves of pleasure crashed over her like the water flowing down her body and she let out a primal roar as her pussy contracted.

Lost in a daze of ecstasy, Lana nearly lost her footing and realized that if she kept going she’d likely end up in a hospital. She begrudgingly pulled her fingers from between her legs and washed her body’s own liquids from her right hand.

Lana dried herself off and tied the towel around her waist. As she stepped out of the bathroom and made her way to her bedroom, Megan shouted out to her from the living room, “You got a package. I put it in your room.”

Lana furrowed her brow, trying to remember if she was expecting a delivery. She went to her room and saw a neatly wrapped box sitting on her bed. Tearing off the wrapping, she saw it was from own of her favorite clothing stores.

She opened the box and saw a note sitting atop a folded yellow summer dress. The note read simply, ‘Put on the dress, take a picture, and send it to me’. A smile spread across Lana’s face. She quickly threw off the towel and slipped into the perfectly sized yellow dress.

The dress flowed beautifully, falling just above her knees and had a scoop neck that showed an enticing amount of cleavage. After tussling and flipping her hair a few times, Lana pulled out her phone and took plenty of pictures of herself in the dress. After managing to snap a few that she liked, she shimmied her way out of it and took an equal number in her birthday suit.

After sending her favorites, she got a quick response: “Keep it on. I’m on my way”. Lana felt heat rise in her cheeks and a flow building between her legs.

Lana put the dress back on and walked out into the apartment to show it off.

“What do you think,” she asked Megan.

“Wow,” was all her friend could say, mouth agape as Lana spun around.

“He’ll be over soon,” Lana said cheekily.

“I’d offer to leave the apartment while he’s here, but I’ll be honest, it’s hot as hell hearing the two of you go at it,” Megan said.

Lana smiled back and rolled her eyes, “You know his exhibitionist ass would love nothing more than to give you a front row seat.”

“Ugh, now I’m all revved up,” Megan said, getting up off the couch. “I’m going to go take a shower.” Lana giggled as her friend undressed on her way to the bathroom.

Lana made her way back to her room to tidy up and get the condoms and lube out and ready. Before long she heard a knock at the door. She rushed out in her flowing yellow dress and quickly swung the door open to see the man of her dreams.

Sunny was just over six fee tall, slim, with ochre skin and long, curly black hair. He wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows. He took one step forward, and in a single motion slid an arm around Lana’s waist, pulled her in close, and kissed her.

As if from a sitcom, Megan walked out of the bathroom with a towel around her waist, her small, perky breasts bare. She stood frozen in the hallway with Lana and Sunny looking over at her from the doorway.

Lana glanced over to Sunny’s face and saw he had on his classic disarming smile. “I’m so sorry, I should have announced myself a little louder,” he said, his eyes lingering only a moment longer before turning away.

Megan let out a flustered laugh, “You’re fine. I mean, not fine like ‘damn you’re fine’ but like ‘it’s okay’. But don’t get me wrong, you’re hot! Sorry, I’m just going to go.”

Lana laughed and ran over to Megan, wrapping her up in a hug. “You’re truly insane and I love it,” Lana said with a kiss on her friend’s cheek.

After releasing the hug, a beet-red Megan scurried into her room. “I think you’re fine too,” Sunny called out after her. Megan gave a quick smile back at Sunny before disappearing into her bedroom.

The two love birds giggled as they made their way to Lana’s room. The moment the door closed behind them Sunny grabbed Lana and kissed her again. He reached his right hand around and under her dress and gripped her thick, round ass. Lana gasped as Sunny kissed her neck, punctuating every press of his lips against her skin with a tight squeeze from behind.

Sunny lifted Lana’s leg with his free left hand and Lana immediately wrapped it around him, her eyes rolling back in her head, moans slipping from between her lips. Sunny thrust his hips and Lana could feel his prominent bulge through his slacks.

Lana reluctantly pulled away and connected with Sunny’s eyes. She felt his piercing brown eyes take in every feature of her face as her baby blues soaked in every bit of his.

Lana reached down and grabbed Sunny’s desperate bulge. “I’ve been waiting for this for far too long,” Lana whispered, tightening her grip.

Lana slowly lowered to her knees. She undid Sunny’s pants with the swiftness that comes with primal desperation and ripped them down to reveal his large, throbbing cock. Lana’s mouth watered as she came face-to-face with the object of her fantasies. She watched Sunny’s mast twitch as she brought her face closer. She extended her tongue and caressed from the base of his balls, along the underside of his shaft, and finished at the tip. She felt the longing heat radiate from Sunny’s engorged member before Lana parted her lips and slid him into her mouth.

Lana twirled her tongue around Sunny’s tip, drawing deep, guttural moans from his tight body. Taking Sunny deep into her throat, she felt his hands grab her hair as he cursed and thrust. Lana reached both her hands behind him and grabbed his ass, squeezing tighter with every thrust of his cock down her throat. Her fingers grazed and probed his hole and his higher pitched moans signaled to her she’d pressed the right button. Lana felt Sunny’s cock continue to throb as she pressed his hole and took him in.

With a gasp, Sunny pulled his cock from Lana’s lips. He gently grabbed Lana’s disheveled hair and lifted her onto her feet, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“I missed that so damn much,” he whispered.

Sunny brought her to his lips and kissed her passionately, his hand releasing its grip and slipping down to the small of her back. Lana felt his hot, throbbing cock slip under her dress and press firmly against her supple skin.

Sunny removed Lana’s dress and eased her down onto the bed. He pinned her arms above her head as he kissed his way down her body, retracing the path of the cleansing waters of her shower. Sunny reached the peak of Lana’s breasts, her dark nipples erect, anticipating. They were no longer denied as Sunny’s lips wrapped around them. He sucked ferociously, his tongue twirled and flicked in tandem with unrelenting suction. Lana’s moans pitched higher and she got louder, screaming out as Sunny’s teeth gripped and pulled her intensely stimulated nipples.

Every pull and release sent a rush through Lana’s body as she writhed and bucked. Her hands desperately explored Sunny’s thick curls, pulling in rhythm with his teeth. When there was a momentary pause in Lana’s delirium, she briefly thought about playing music to drown out the hot, primal sounds emanating from her room. Instead she pictured her beautiful, blushing friend who rather preferred she let their carnal sounds echo through the apartment.

Sunny finally ceased and lifted his head, bringing his face close to hers.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered.

Knowing exactly where everything in Lana’s room was, he bound her wrists to the headboard with scarves she had stashed in her nightstand. After securing the last knot he continued where he left off, kissing his way across her belly, making his way down her hips and slowly across her pelvis. Lana gasped with every touch of his soft lips and she ached to feel his tongue against her warmth.

Before he reached her pussy, he pulled out another scarf and blindfolded her. “Focus on every sensation,” Sunny whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

Lana whimpered in reply before Sunny gently kissed her lips and returned his focus the the mess forming between her legs. With the first flick of Sunny’s tongue across her slick pussy, Lana let out a deep, desperate moan. Sunny’s rhythmic flicks and thrums against Lana’s engorged clit left her breathless.

Through the pitch black colours flashed before her eyes as the pulses of pleasure radiated up through her body. Sunny’s lips wrapped around Lana’s clit and he began sucking with the same pulsing rhythm he’d used on her nipples. Lana’s legs thrashed as Sunny’s tongue worked before he pinned her down with his strong arms. Lana’s thrashing was for naught as her moans turned to screams of ecstasy and near completion.

The more Lana thrashed the tighter Sunny pinned her legs and the more powerful his tongue pressured. Lana screamed uncontrollably as her orgasm crested, her entire body shook and shuddered as she was consumed by unbearable euphoria. Sunny’s slowly released his lips and his tongue’s strokes slowed to a halt. Lana was left panting, her skin glistened with sweat. The seismic tremors of her orgasm gradually subsided and she regained control of her faculties. Still blindfolded she could hear the bed move and creak as Sunny climbed up on top of her.

“Open your mouth,” he said from directly above her head.

Lana did as she was told. Slowly, her mouth was filled with a familiar taste as Sunny’s tumescent cock. She wrapped around Sunny’s throbbing penis and ferociously sucked.

Suddenly, the orgasmic colours burst out from the darkness once more as her clit exploded with sensation from Sunny’s tongue. The lovers synchronously pleasured each other, their moans muffled by each other’s bodies. Lana suddenly felt Sunny slip two slender fingers inside her as he continued to pressure her clit with his tongue. The sensations overwhelmed Lana and she stopped working Sunny’s cock and just let out muffled screams as the orgasmic tsunami surged once more.

Lana’s G-spot was expertly and relentlessly stimulated, throwing Lana’s body yet again into uncontrolled spasms. Sunny’s thick cock continued to throb in her mouth, its warmth and shape filling her completely. Sunny finally slid his finger out and Lana nearly passed out from exhaustion.

Out of the darkness she felt Sunny untie her arms and remove the blindfold. As her eyes readjusted to the light she saw Sunny’s disarming smile looking down at her, his hair hanging over his face. He kissed her again before leaving the bed. Sunny lay a thin sheet over Lana, and she pulled it snugly around herself.

Sunny opened the bedroom door and Lana took in his slick, sweaty, naked body as he walked out into the apartment. His perfect cock framed beautifully between his slender thighs.

Suddenly, Lana heard Megan exclaim, “Oh, wow.”

“I guess we’re even now,” Sunny responded. Lana giggled as Sunny walked back into the bedroom a moment later with two cold glasses of water.

He handed Lana one glass before sipping from the other and sliding into bed next to her. Sunny wrapped his arms around Lana, spooning and kissing her gently on the neck.

“You’re absolutely amazing,” Sunny whispered as he caressed her body admiringly, “Utterly stunning.”

“I know”, Lana replied, nestling her perfectly shaped bum against him.

“I also think we might have given Megan enough to fantasize about for at least a week,” Lana said, and the two of them immediately broke out laughing, snug and sweating, basking in the glow of sanctuary.