hotel
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Posted:Nov 28, 2016 9:55 pm
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The hotel room was a white dream of cleanliness. The coolness of the air conditioner tickled Ariel’s skin as she lay on the soft mattress, surrounded by pillows, sinking further into the thick, downy duvet. The blanket puffed up around her, as if she were floating on a cloud.
From the bed, she could see out the window into the harbour, framed by snow-capped mountains. The sun was setting, casting a warm yellow hue across the city outside.
Ariel closed her large, dark eyes and smiled. Her silky black hair pooled around her, cascading over the edge of the bed. She could lay here forever, she thought.
Her eyes still closed, she could hear her boyfriend Micah turn off the shower in the bathroom. She imagined him stepping out of the shower, water beading across his chest, rivulets falling downward. He toweled off, hanging the damp towel on the back of the door and emerging into the room naked.
Micah saw Ariel laying on the bed, her knees drawn together and fallen to one side as her arms spread wide on the large bed. Her white and black striped sundress slid up, revealing her smooth, tanned legs and the hint of the curve of her ass. Micah reached down and stroked his hardening cock.
He quietly neared the edge of the bed, placing a hand gently on Ariel’s ankle and sliding it up her calf, where he leaned down to place a gentle, but lingering kiss. He looked at her face as he dragged his fingertips along her leg. She murmured, but her eyes stayed closed, a smile playing on her lips.
He kissed her knee again, gently opening her legs and trailing kisses up her inner thigh as his hand caressed the other. Ariel shifted, letting her legs fall open as Micah placed kisses on her light pink, cotton panties.
Ariel lay on her back, her arms stretched over her head in abandon. She tilted her head to the side, opening her eyes slightly, to peek at the top of Micah’s head. She ran her fingers through his dark hair, and he smiled up at her. His face clean shaven after his shower rubbed against her thigh.
He crawled up the bed slowly, careful where he placed his hands alongside Ariel’s curving body. He hovered just above her, lowering his head just enough to kiss her lips. Her fingers ran lightly over his arms and his chest, wrapping around his shaft for a long, slow pull.
Micah slipped her sundress off, letting it pool on the floor without care. His hand lingered on her breast, squeezing its fullness and teasing her nipple. He then slid off her pink panties, revealing smooth skin as he ran his hand over her body. Ariel sighed. Micah’s head dipped to where his hand had just been, feeling the smooth skin with his tongue and his lips, teasing open her body and tasting the warm liquid within.
As he tongued and kissed her intimate parts, Ariel gave herself over to pleasure and relaxation. She could vaguely hear the hum of the city outside her window, but little else. Micah’s hands on her body, his gentle sucking on her cunt, his fingers probing into her led her to a state of bliss - not yet orgasm, but pleasure that she gratefully accepted as she lay on that fluffy white bed.
Micah couldn’t stand it any longer - her smell, her taste and her sounds. Sitting on the bed on his knees, he pulled her body toward his, sliding her lower body onto his thighs as her cunt met his cock, slowly drawing it inside. He stayed there for a moment, then just as slowly withdrew his cock almost its full length before plunging back in.
Ariel still laid on her back, letting Micah make love to her body. She let him worship her, watched as he licked his thumb and stroked her clit as his cock massaged her from the inside. She closed her eyes again as the pleasure radiated through her body, driving her toward that cliff edge that she hoped would come soon, but then hoped it wouldn’t, because this moment felt so good she didn’t want it to ever end.
But her pleasure continued to climb and it took willpower for her to just lay back and relax and let her body follow Micah’s rhythm. Her orgasm came over in waves, like it always did, but much softer and longer, and she rode that pleasure as Micah did, and he came with her.
Spent, Micah placed Ariel’s hips back on the bed and sunk his weight on top of her, cradling her head in his arms and placing a deep, lingering kiss on her lips. The air conditioner hummed faintly in the background.
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the silver fox
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Posted:Nov 15, 2016 8:02 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 2:59 pm
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bby swirled the amber liquid in her glass. It was a fine scotch, full of aroma and spice. A nice finish, not much kick on the back end - overall very smooth. She always felt sexy drinking it. It made her very aware of the way the silky, navy blue fabric felt on her skin. She also liked how little of it there was and how Darin looked at the smooth contours of her naked back.
Darin was dressed in his usual attire. A black suit with a light blue shirt that picked up the colour of his eyes. He wore no tie. He drank the same brand of whisky. He was the one who taught her what to like.
Abby met Darin while interning at the city’s daily newspaper. She was working on her degree in creative writing and took a minor in journalism as a fall-back option. Darin had a long career in the field and had dropped to part-time, writing a weekly column on politics and the occasional news story. Whether it was her thick chestnut hair or her blue doe eyes, or her natural talent for reporting, she wasn’t quite sure but Darin had taken her under his wing as her mentor. Like every good mentor relationship, she had one hell of a crush on him.
But their age difference kept them apart. Darin flirted like none other. Smart, witty - their banter and long-into-the-night discussions left her more aroused than any young hard body at her regular gym ever did. She would make love to Darin in heartbeat - had done so dozens of different ways in her imagination - but he always held back.
Darin looked at her expectantly, and she realized she missed what he’d just said. “Sorry,” she said. “I gapped out for a bit.”
A brief flutter of irritation crossed Darin’s face. “If you’re bored, we can talk about something else. The latest trend in yummy mummy fashion, perhaps.”
Abby’s big story for the week - the first time one of her pieces led off a section - was in the lifestyles section featuring a new locally based company that designed stylish diaper bags. Although admittedly it was a puff piece, it got national exposure - and Abby had been quite proud of it. Her smile fell. Silently, she stood and picked up her clutch.
“Abby, I’m sorry - Abby!” Darin said as she walked toward the door. He caught her quickly, grasping her upper arm and stopping her getaway. A few people looked. Conscious of their conspicuousness, he pulled her toward the door, stepping into a small, shadowy alcove. Her body pressed into his and she looked up with those big, soulful eyes.
“You’re really mean sometimes, you know?” she said, quietly.
“I know,” he said. “I think that I bore you sometimes. I don’t know what else to talk to you about.”
She smiled and brushed his silvery-white hair back into place. “Maybe we’re done talking.”
His arms slipped around her. He couldn’t help it. She was so young, and soft, and supple, and warm. “This isn’t a good idea,” he said, as she leaned in and kissed him. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Such an ego,” she said. “What makes you think I wouldn’t devastate you?” It drew out his smirk and she sighed. “That grin - catnip to any young woman with daddy issues.”
“I don’t think reminding me that you’re nearly the same age as my daughters will move this conversation to where you want it to go,” he said, a chuckle in his voice. He held her fast.
“Then maybe this will,” she said, as her finger snaked around his neck and she pressed forward for a deep, passionate kiss. Her lips opened with his, his tongue sliding past her teeth as she gently sucked and explored his mouth with hers.
Darin’s hands slid up her arms and pushed her back slightly, breaking their kiss. “Do you know what I want to do to you?” he whispered, his lips millimetres from hers.
“Anything you want, I hope,” she whispered back, her eyes still closed.
They kissed. “Are you sure about that? Are you giving me carte blanche to do whatever I want?”
She blinked slowly, raising her heavy black lashes to look into his eyes. “I trust you,” she smiled devilishly. “You’re driving.”
They left the bar and settled into Darin’s shiny new Cadillac. The leather seat was cool against Abby’s bare back. Her knees separated her dress at its slit and she let the fabric fall away from her long, toned legs. Darin took his hand off the gear shift to caress her bare thigh.
The city night air was warm and fragrant and moist. It felt like thunderstorm weather. Inside the towering building of concrete and glass that housed Darin’s condo, they rode the elevator to one of the top floors - unfortunately not alone. Darin didn’t seem to know his neighbour.
“Family dinner?” the man asked.
Darin looked at the floor and snickered, but Abby looked the man right in the eye, one corner of her mouth pulled up in a smirk and said simply, “no.” The elevator was awkwardly silent until the doors opened a few seconds later and the man departed. Abby giggled.
“That was terrible,” Darin said, smiling.
“I’m just a bad girl at heart,” she said, her smile turning sweet.
He grabbed her around her waist and pulled her firmly to him. “We’ll see about that,” he said, kissing her again. The doors opened and they stumbled into the hallway, still clinched, bouncing off the walls until they ended up at Darin’s door.
The condo was clean and sparse; floor to ceiling windows gave a panoramic view of the city. Abby tossed her clutch purse on one of the plush sage green sofas. The condo didn’t interest her - Darin bought it soon after his divorce.
The bedroom featured the same view as the open-concept living and dining area. There she stood, Darin laying his jacket on a chair, looking at the view. He walked up behind her, placing one hand on her hip and the other sliding up her belly to cradle her round, firm breast in his hand. He kissed her neck, tugging gently at her ear with his teeth. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back onto his shoulder. He pulled her body into his. He was hard. She could feel it through the thin fabric of her dress.
Abby turned toward him, kissing him, letting her hands run into his hair and over his chest, letting him do the same to her. He pulled her hair free and it fell down her curving back. They broke their kiss, breathing deeply, and Abby pulled at Darin’s belt, undoing his fly and pulling his erection out of his pants. She wrapped her hand around its thickness, looking up at Darin with those baleful eyes before sinking slowly to her knees in front of him.
Darin moaned softly as she took him in her mouth, slowly stroking its length. Her mouth sucked, her hands stroked. She licked its head like an ice cream cone, burying his shaft in her throat and pausing to look up at him expectantly. The image - his hard cock in her soft, pretty mouth - made his knees weak and he gripped the window stanchions for support. He reached down and grabbed and handful of hair, pulling her forcefully to her feet. His mouth clamped over hers as his hands found the secrets of her dress, making it fall in a puddle on the floor. She was naked.
Darin was without words for a few seconds. “Bad girl,” he said. “Went out without your knickers.”
Abby giggled as she stepped forward to unbutton his shirt. The hair on his chest was grey too, but his body was toned and fit. She ran her hands over his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing her skin to his. His fingers trailed down her naked spine, sending shivers through Abby, and he gave her a quick slap on the ass. “Get on that bed,” he growled in her ear.
She obliged, giving him a slow, hip sashay on the way. She crawled onto the bed on all fours, could feel Darin’s eyes on her ass, and looked over her shoulder to make sure. He slid his trousers and boxers to the floor and followed. Abby settled back on the soft bed and Darin ran the palms of his hands up and down her inner thighs. He could smell her pussy; he wanted to taste her pussy.
His tongue prodded its way into her lips, teasing at the folds found within. Abby stretched her arms above her head, taking pleasure in Darin’s attention. Her legs fell open, no shame or embarrassment from a confident women who demanded only the best from men. She moaned and arched her back as Darin worked on her cunt, sucking her clit, licking her slit and probing her insides with his gentle and firm touch. Abby didn’t want it to end, she was in such bliss, but she felt her orgasm start to roll and she relaxed further back into the bed, allowing Darin to bring her body to climax and savoring every second of it.
Her kitten purring sounds kept him hard, as did her taste and her tight, wet pussy. But that wasn’t quite what he wanted tonight - he wanted it, eventually - but he had something else in store for his precocious young protégé. He placed a gentle kiss on her mouth as she laid in a state of semi-awareness. He rolled her onto her stomach and reached into the top drawer of his nightstand.
Abby was only vaguely aware of what he was doing. She laid on her stomach and felt his fingers slide down the crack of her ass, spreading lube. “Darin?” she said.
He brushed her hair away from her ear, whispering, “I told you I wanted to do this my way.” His fingers danced along her spine and her body responded to his touch. “Have you ever done this before.”
She nodded. “It wasn’t … very good.”
He kissed her shoulder. “Relax, stay relaxed, like now,” he said. “I won’t hurt you.”
I know, she thought.
He grabbed a pillow and guided it under her hips. He swept her hair away, revealing that flawless skin of her back. He pressed the tip of his cock to her ass and gently pressed forward, her body yielding slowly. Using just his weight on hers, he let gravity do the work to slide his thick member into her tiny rosebud of an asshole.
Abby breathed deep and let the bed hold her body. The sensation was strange, it felt naughty but somehow good. She stretched her arms forward and let her head rest on the duvet. She let herself go totally limp.
It took all Darin’s maturity and experience to resist slamming his cock into her ass. He so desperately wanted to. That would come, but he needed to care for Abby at this moment. He could feel the resistance leaving her body, and he felt such power over her, in this position, in a sex act that is still so taboo.
His cock now in up to its hilt, he stayed there, laying forward and wrapping his body around Abby’s. He kissed her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. “Keep going?” he asked. She murmured her approval. He kept as much contact with her as possible - god, that skin felt good - and slowly, achingly slowly, pulled his cock back out of her ass. He pushed again, just as slowly.
As her ass filled with his hard shaft, Abby felt her arousal grow again. Warmth and wetness spread between her legs and her clit throbbed. It was so bad, what they were doing. Her friends were disgusted by anal sex. As Darin pushed, she began to push back. His speed, though still slow, picked up, and he ground his cock deep in her ass with every thrust.
Abby reached between her legs and fingered her clit with one hand, while pushing on the bed with the other, grinding her ass against Darin, who had her pinned to the bed with his body weight. She felt her climax building again, and heard herself calling out to Darin, telling him to fuck her, fuck her hard in the ass. She could hardly believe she was begging for this, but she wanted it so badly.
Darin obliged, watching her back arching, her hand working on her clit. His fingers dug into her hips. She came - her ass gripping his cock as her orgasm ripped through her body. He gave himself a few seconds to watch her and listen before allowing himself to follow her over the abyss. He pitched forward, pressed his full weight into her as his cock shot his hot cum into her ass. They lay like that, panting, Abby’s arm still pinned under her body.
Darin pulled his softening cock out and laid on his back, gathering Abby to him. Her cheeks were red, and she tucked her face into his chest. He kissed the top of her head. “Anything wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head, looking up at him with an impish smile. “I think I really am a bad girl at heart.”
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Planet Uranus
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Posted:Nov 14, 2016 8:53 pm
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 2:59 pm
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in another dimension a galaxy far far really far away at the final frontier of space, yadda yadda yadda, does anybody really read this thing, I mean come on people if you are freeze framing this scene just so you can read the scroll whats up with that, just because words are marching off into infinity against an outer space backdrop you think there are some universal truth to it, well you are right, look both ways before crossing the street and obey your mom and if that is to much for you, look both way before crossing your mom.
The aliens have landed in New York City, they're peaceful and happy and everyone loves them. Obviously humanity has tons of questions they'd like to ask them so the U.N. decides to arrange a conference. All the world leaders, public intellectuals and religious heads are in attendance to ask their most burning questions. Finally it is the pope's turn to ask a question."I was wondering...have you ever heard of our lord and savior Jesus Christ" the pope asks. "Jesus? Yes of course! He stops by our planet every couple of years and we all have a big party" the aliens respond The pope looks baffled and says "You must be mistaken...Jesus Christ was here about two thousand years ago but he left and we've been waiting for his return ever since...why would he visit you so often?""well..." they look at each other "...maybe your chocolate wasn't good" the aliens offer "Pardon me?" the pope asks "Well, when Jesus first showed up on our planet we gave him really great chocolate...what did you guys do?"
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blowjob in theater
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Posted:Nov 14, 2016 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Nov 18, 2016 9:12 pm
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As our passions rises, the strokes become longer, deeper, more rapid. I reach down, and lift your hips, my hands under your sweet,gorgeous ass, lifting you toward me. My strong arms pull you onto my cock, controlling the speed and tempo with my hands. Your head cranes back now, your shoulders supported by the pillows on the couch. You are moaning, and I am telling you how I desire you beyond passion, beyond lust. I hold your hips close to me now, moving you in small, tight circles as my hips move in unison with yours. You begin to feel those gentle waves of passion roll over you, small at first, but each stronger than the one before. Your wetness is all over us, and that erotic aroma of sexual desire is in the air. Your moans and my cries of bliss are the only sounds. I feel my passion building, drawing me closer and closer to that moment of truth.
“No,” I say, “I don’t want to cum yet.”
And I place you back on the couch, kiss you deeply, and bend to kiss your breasts once again. I withdraw my cock from within you as I do. It glistens with your juices. I slide down your beautiful body, letting my tongue trail past your breasts, over your tummy, to the soft mound of hair now wet from our embraces. I kneel on the floor, and you swing your legs over my shoulders, giving me access to your sweet, wet, wanting pussy. My tongue finds its way between your lips, now fully aroused and engorged. I lightly trace the entire shape of your lips, your opening, the crease in your thighs, and finally find my way to your waiting clit. My tongue darts over it, lightly at first, teasing it, tasting the delicious juices you have created for me. I purse my lips around it, and suck gently, as my tongue dances over it, speeding up the pace at the same time. I apply a little more pressure, and your hips press upward to meet me. Your hands are caressing your breasts, squeezing your nipples, pulling them, rolling them, fondling them. I flatten my tongue and slide it all the way down, from your clit to your opening, then let the tip drop slowly lower to your ridge, tickling and exciting the myriad nerve endings there.
Past the ridge, I let the tip of my tongue trace circles around your anus, and you press your bottom up to meet this new sensation. Your hands now reach for your pussy lips, parting them further, urging me to return to your clit once again. I do so with delight, but with my hand now free, I enter you with my finger. As my tongue taunts your clit, darting back and forth over it in a side to side motion, my finger reaches deeper, curling upward to find your G-spot, that place where the roots of the nerves that stimulate your clitoris come to rest inside your pussy. My fingertip presses lightly and strokes this textured area, in perfect rhythm to the licks my tongue is delivering to your clit. Once again, I lock my lips around your clit, covering the whole hood and all, and I suck gently. My tongue presses your clit between my upper lip and the tip of my tongue, and I roll your clit between them in rapid succession, sucking inward all the while. Your hips begin to buck, pressing more tightly against me, literally riding my face.
Your moans are becoming screams now, as you call my name, “Michael, Michael, ooooohhhhh, my Miiiiiccccchhhhaaaaeeeellll…”
With that encouragement, I increase my pace even further, trying to push you toward that precipice of delight, urging you onward, upward, and over. Suddenly, your motion stops.
With wide eyes, and a voice of sheer desperation and determination, you bend forward to look at me, your hands clutching my face in earnest, and say, “Please, Fuck Me. Now!”
I rise from my knees, knowing you are so close, and sit on the edge of the couch. You kneel over me, and lower your waiting, wanting pussy onto my rock hard shaft. There is no gentleness this time. It is sheer lust, passion, and absolute craving. I lean back against the back of the couch, and you press downward, taking all of me inside you. A look of sweet bliss falls over your face, and you cock your head back, and close your eyes, and begin a rocking motion back and forth with your hips. I can feel the head of my prick softly brushing to back of your vagina, the front of your cervix. The feeling is delightful, like a slightly rough tongue lightly slipping over the head of my cock with each motion of your hips.
“Oh, that is soooo gooooodddd!” you moan loudly.
You lean forward to get more direct clitoral contact, and I take your breast in my mouth, sucking your nipple with fervor and delight. You begin to rise up and down, stroking on me, in and out of you, your wetness spreading all over our thighs, and dripping between my cheeks. My hips rise to meet your every thrust. You take deep thrusts, almost lifting off of me, stopping only when you feel the head of my cock at the opening of your pussy, then slide back down again. Faster and faster you move, your breathing now rapid and shallow. Closer and closer to that edge you move, and you begin to move in wild abandon. Your head now begins to rock back and forth in rhythm to your hips. Mine is pressed back against the couch, your nipple now an extension of my tongue and my lips. I am mesmerized by your beauty, your unrelenting pursuit of climactic pleasure, and the bold, unabashed lust that shines all over your face. You are radiant like this. And I love you for it all the more. I can take the pleasure no longer, and I feel my balls rising up tight against my cock.
I am about to explode, and I tell you, “I’m goooiiinnnggg tooo cuuummmm!!!!”
Suddenly, you push yourself down on me so hard, grinding your clitoris onto my pubic bone, thrusting me in deeper than possible. And just as suddenly, you are cumming, with a deep, ardent groan, a scream of utter joy, of profound pleasure, and a hard grinding motion. You are there. As am I, and you can feel the pulsating of my cock as wave after wave of pleasure, and spurt after spurt of cum shoot deeply inside you. Finally, after what seems like minutes of unutterable joy, you collapse onto my chest, resting your head on my shoulder. I kiss you, first softly, gently, then with greater passion as my breathing returns to normal.
You are incredible. You are wonderful. You are the greatest. No other moment in life could ever be as good. And I tell you so. I tell you how beautiful you are. And I tell you that I felt that touch, so deep, so true, so far down inside me that none has touched before. My heart and my soul melds with your heart and soul, and finally, we are completely as one. I hold you close to me, and my hands stroke your back, fondling your wonderful ass, and softly tracing their way up your back to stroke your hair. We remain like this for some time, until my softness threatens to slip from the grasp of your pussy. Deliriously happy, with a satisfaction that comes only from love, I offer to lay you back down and continue the pleasure with my ardently willing tongue.
You smile, and say, “Give me a minute, and we’ll see…”
I say, “Ill give you a lifetime.” And I smile in return.
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