Mrs. Maitland’s SAD Valentine

51onrir-tflHer mouth enveloped the tip and she teased it with her tongue. He moaned again, and she moved her head down, taking him all the way to the back of her mouth. She pulled off his cock for a moment, “I forgot how good this tastes. It’s all over my mouth.” With a smile on her face, Judy dipped her head lower and licked his balls, eliciting a loud groan from her young lover.

“Oh, my god,” was all he could manage to say.

Her tongue continued up his shaft to the sensitive spot where it met the head. She collected some saliva and used it to flick her tongue back and forth on this spot with no friction. His hands went to her head, and she turned up the speed.

As she fellated him, she thought about the absurdness of the situation. Here she was at age forty-eight, giving him head like she was a horny teenager. She hadn’t had a cock in her mouth since her husband died.

Her tongue did most of the work, licking around the head and down his shaft and back to tease the pre-cum out of his slit. When she took him all the way in again, she realized that his length was too much for her. Almost two inches of cock remained exposed. She took her fingers and wrapped them around the base of his cock.  She jerked, just a little bit, in time with the movements of her tongue. His hips bucked and his fingers twitched rhythmically in her hair. She could tell he was getting close, and she moaned on his cock to encourage him.   (more…)

Angel’s Lips, Snips, and Tips

51a2uyjr2zlInspired by the song Lips of an Angel by Hinde

“Angel’s Lips, Snips, and Tips,” I said when I picked up the phone in my salon in Syracuse. It was past closing time, and I should have let it go to voicemail. There was silence at the other end. “Hello? Can I help you?”

“Joe? It’s me.”

Angel. Her voice hit me like a punch to the gut, knocking me into the rolling chair behind the desk. It took a minute to recover and find my voice. “Honey, why you calling me so late?”

She said nothing as she cried on the other end of the phone.

“Is everything okay? It’s kinda hard to talk right now.” I glanced over my shoulder. “Maria’s in the back room. She’d kill me if she found out I was talking to you.” (more…)

Collared in the Temple of Dendur

51Elkj6O-jLThe night I met Ammon Fayed, he gave me what I thought was a small, blue rock. He hadn’t introduced himself yet, so I was surprised and a little annoyed when he took my hand, palm up, and closed my fingers over the stone. He’d looked amused by the scowl on my face. That was six months ago at a party for my former linguistics professor’s birthday.

He didn’t look amused tonight when I met him at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, right in front of the Temple of Dendur exhibit. The intensity of his glare sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach, but I smiled and strode across the marble floor, my heels announcing my approach. His dark eyes appraised my outfit. The black flounce skirt lay flat around my hips, but flared at the bottom, allowing it to move while I walked. The black, three-quarter sleeved blazer I wore covered the black lace bralette beneath it, leaving more cleavage showing than I would have chosen myself. My hair was in a sleek chignon, exposing my bare neck. I wore no jewelry, as he’d instructed, except the blue Met button on my lapel to signify my having paid the suggested donation to enter.

When I arrived in front of him, he took my hands and kissed me on the lips without speaking. His kiss was long and soft, with just a flick of his tongue over mine. My hands were cold and clammy against his warm fingers. I looked up, hoping to see him smile, but there was no crack in the intensity of his armor. Tonight was not about frivolity, and he wasn’t going to indulge me.

He led me by the hand to the entrance of the Temple of Dendur, steadying me on the stairs when my knees shook. I stopped briefly to look at the view of Central Park in the fading daylight. The large room was far from empty, but that was his plan. (more…)

Wicked Cold: The Prequel to Wicked Hot

51tAPx9JFLLFinding a place to be alone was another matter altogether. Both our roommates were in the room, like, all the time. My roommate only went out of the dorm for classes, when he actually decided to go. He didn’t even eat in the dining hall. He ate Pop Tarts and Ramen noodles for, like, every meal. Amy’s roommate was one of those social butterflies. She should have been in a sorority, but in the dorm, she was a big fish in a small pond. She was the party hostess on the floor, and anyone that felt like blowing off a paper or studying for a test ended up in Amy’s room. It didn’t seem to bother Amy too much, but it pissed me off that we never got any time to fool around in her room.

Lust or no lust, Amy was a prude, and she’d probably slap me if I tried to feel her up with other people in the car. I was dying to tell her about the bachelor party, but at the same time, she wouldn’t want to hear it. Not only was she prudish about fooling around with other people watching, she was also grossed out by lesbians. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like she’d ever met one. (more…)

Hurricane Season

5139HqPvAnLHeather and Carla sat in wicker chairs, facing me. Martín remained behind me, pulling off my clothes, one piece at a time. I was nervous, but I arched my back a little as Martín’s warm hands grazed my nipples then cupped my breasts. When all my clothes were on the floor, Martín placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me to face him.

No puedo esperar,” he said, as he unbuttoned his pants.

“Martín,” Carla said, “You really can’t wait? You’re just being greedy.”

I hadn’t realized that Martín hadn’t spoken out loud at all up to that point. Now it dawned on me that he didn’t speak English. “Está bien,” I said, as I helped him remove his pants.

He placed his hands on my head and gently pushed me to my knees. I took a moment to examine the long, rather thick cock in front of me. His balls were shaved, and a drop of pre-cum had pooled in his slit. I placed my hands on his ass and drew him closer. I licked the pre-cum from the head and realized that it had been almost a year since I had a cock in my mouth. The realization sent a shudder through my body, and I slammed his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. He moaned out loud.  (more…)

Wicked Hot

51OXOZ0DOyL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_Kevin mounted Amy from the top. As he slid his cock in and out of her, he asked the question that always made her blush and avoid answering. “What do you fantasize about?”

She gave her standard answer: “A massage on the beach in Tahiti. You know, in one of those little huts over the water?” She bucked her hips to meet his thrusts.

“No. Really. I want you to tell me. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

“I don’t—”

“Yes, you do,” he said. “I can smell your pussy on your fingers when you do.”

“What? You never said anything about that!” She smacked his shoulder, grateful for the darkness hiding her red cheeks.

“I don’t mention it. I enjoy knowing you’ve been enjoying yourself.” (more…)

Come with a Friend

51mB0saI3zL._SX373_BO1,204,203,200_Jason sat on his bed writing in his book, a five-by-five ruled graph composition tablet, with his 0.7 mm lead Bic Atlantis mechanical pencil. He could smell the meatloaf his aunt was cooking downstairs. She sang some crazy disco shit while she worked, which made him roll his eyes. Her meatloaf was awesome. Her singing voice? Not so much.

She was his mother’s older sister, a widow, and she took him in when his parents died. She was nice enough and a good cook and all, but she didn’t understand him. Not like his mother had. He was eighteen, old enough to be on his own, but Aunt Shirley made it very clear that he was to stay with her until graduation at least. With nowhere else to go, he didn’t argue with her. As long as she made meatloaf once a week, he thought he might stay for the rest of his life. If he kept having days like the ones he’d been having lately, that might not be all that long anyway.

His book was more a journal than just a notebook, but journals were for girls, he thought. He flipped through the pages of his writings and drawings, wishing he had something to say. He wrote a lot, but said little, usually making lists instead. The last one in the book was from his eighth period study hall—20 Famous Serial Killers.

He put his book back in his backpack and looked at the clock. He had about forty-five minutes before dinner would be ready. Just enough time to rub one out. He stood up and locked his bedroom door before going to his window. The neighborhood was quiet, not like Mulberry Street, where he had friends, and families lived in most of the houses, not senior citizens like this one. He sighed, remembering Timmy, his neighbor and best friend, and Simone, the girl across the street. She was a tomboy, and was every bit as tough as Jason and Timmy thought they were. And Kevin. He was a pain in the ass and a bit of a bully, but in those days, they were all friends. Jason pulled the shade and returned to his bed. (more…)

Black Friday/Cyber Monday

51OJyUltbtL._SX358_BO1,204,203,200_Lisa smiled when she saw that the bulge in his pants hadn’t been false advertising. His cock was the longest she’d ever seen, and its thickness was intimidating. It was too heavy to stand erect, even when completely hard. She pulled his boxers down to allow access to his balls. His testicles were large, and they hung low on his thighs.

You have some big balls, don’t you?” she said, taking them into her hand and guiding them to her tongue. She licked them slowly, tasting the salt from his sweat. The aroma of his pre-cum momentarily overpowered the candle scents. She licked the drop of pre-cum from his slit and spread it around her tongue. “If they made a sex-scented candle, it would smell like your cock.”

Ready to explode on her face, Rocco said, “Shut up. Put it in your mouth and suck it.”

She paused one more time, looking up at him from her knees and smiling as she moved her mouth onto the tip of his cock. Rocco pointed his old Flip camera down at the girl on her knees before him, grateful that the lighting in the room was pretty good for a supply closet. When the tip of his cock hit the back of her mouth the first time, he couldn’t stifle his moan.

Lisa moved her tongue up and down his shaft as her head moved back and forth. She tasted his salty, slippery pre-cum all along her tongue. She wondered what his real cum would taste like. He put a hand on her head and laced his fingers through her hair, pulling it. She smiled up at him around his cock. Rocco knew that would be as good for the camera as it was for him. (more…)

Bare Naked: A Nude Skater’s Waltz

index“I didn’t think this through too well, I guess,” Mark said as he slid into the passenger seat of Trish’s car. “I never thought about how I would get my car in the morning.” Trish put her hand on Mark’s thigh and turned to him. She looked in his eyes then lowered her gaze to his lips. She bit her lower lip nervously.

Mark’s eyebrows rose as it finally dawned on him where this was going. He put his hand on top of hers and caressed it gently. His lips parted softly as he leaned toward her. She smiled as his mouth reached hers.

The kiss was soft and gentle at first, with a couple of light brushes of the lips. Mark felt the first tingle in his groin, and he slid his hand up her arm to the side of her face. He pulled her in tighter, and Trish poked her tongue past his lips to meet his. As the kiss built in intensity, Mark’s cock strained against his fly. Trish’s hand moved to the front of his jeans, and she rubbed him through the denim. He moaned softly as he moved his hand to the front of her t-shirt. Her erect nipple strained against his palm.  (more…)

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