Hot Blowjob

It seems such a long time ago that I saw this movie. This isn’t exactly the video scene I wanted to find, but sometimes you have to make due. If you forward to about the 6 minute mark, you’ll see a depiction of a blowjob. That scene depicting that blowjob stayed in my mind and for a long time was the source of fantasy material. I do not know if she gave the actor a real blowjob or merely did a good job of making it look like she was, but part of me always wanted to believe that she couldn’t resist taking his cock into her mouth during the filming of that scene.

What I want to write about though is not a fantasy from a movie.

My pet Zoey was visiting me. I don’t know how many times we had already had sex, and I cannot recall how many times we had sex again before she returned to her home. Though she was submissive to me, she was also very sexually aggressive. What I mean is that when she is with me, she becomes very aroused and seems to remain that way the entire time she is with me. She wants to feel my skin, she wants me to touch her, she wants to give me her body, and she wants to do everything she can to pleasure me.

It was not uncommon for her to take my hand and lead the way to the bedroom or any other room so she could give me pleasure in privacy. She knew and always accepted that if I did not want sexual pleasure at that time, then I would say so. I enjoyed giving her permission to please me like this. I enjoyed her enthusiasm to bring me these pleasures. So even though I was in charge, it was no issue to allow her to lead us to the bedroom.

Or in this case. To the bathroom. She wanted to satisfy me with her mouth. It was her pleasure just to know that I was pleasured and she knew in the bedroom I might have taken her pussy instead of her mouth. I understood what she wanted, and I accepted it.

I leaned back against the wall. Zoey unbuttoned and unzipped my pants and pulled them down enough to free my cock. I took my shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Zoey was on her knees in front of me. Her fingers massaging my cock while her eyes simply took in the sight. I imagine she was memorizing the soft head and the hard shaft. The softness of the skin and the pulsating hardness just under that skin. I have no doubts she could feel the speed of my heartbeat pounding through the shaft of my cock.

Across from me, I could see both of us in the mirror. Me leaning back against the wall, my chest and stomach bare. My hips exposed just on either side of her head. Zoey’s straight brown hair falling from her head kept my cock hidden from view. Somehow that made it seem that much more erotic. I could see enough of my skin to know that I was completely naked from my thighs to my head.

When I felt her breath against the head of my cock, I closed my eyes in anticipation of her lips. I did not wait long. Zoey’s tongue met the tip of my cock first. She licked me, taking in the taste of my cock just with her tongue. I felt my cock throb with the velvety touch of her tongue.

I don’t know how long she licked me, but I know the head of my cock was wet from her mouth when I felt her lips sliding onto me. He mouth was so hot and so wet it sent waves of pleasure through my entire body. My hand braced against the wall as if to keep me from falling. Sounds of pleasure started low in my lungs and traveled up until they released from my mouth.

I opened my eyes and watched the back of her head in the mirror. I watched the movement that I felt in time with her lips sliding up and down my cock. All of the feelings of arousal I felt from watching one scene in one movie came back into me all at once. In that moment, Zoey had complete control over my lust. She had me, but I would not tell her so. I was the plaything for her mouth and her hands.

I had no control and I knew she would make me cum whether I wanted it or not. My body trembled from the lust coursing through my own veins. I wondered if the muscles in my legs would give out, but I stiffened them, vowing that at least I would not collapse.

The orgasm rushed on me like an out of control train. It was coming fast and it was unstoppable. I think my fingernails dug into sheetrock I was leaning against. I could not take my eyes off of the back of her head. Though my eyes were on the back of her head, the rest of my body seemed engulfed by the heat, the wetness, and the softness of her mouth sliding up and down the shaft of my cock.

She knew I was close, she could feel the tension coming off my body and hear it in my voice. She made sure she was ready for me to cum when I did. She made sure that when I came, the spurts of cum shot into her mouth and onto her tongue. She held me and let me cum a few spurts into her mouth, she removed my cock from her mouth and let my cum shoot onto her neck and dribble onto shirt and jeans. She pumped my cock with her hand to make me give her all of my cum in that moment.

Nothing was held back. She had cum in her mouth, her hair, her neck, on her shirt and jeans, and on the floor next to her before I finished cumming. I could barely stand there leaning against the wall panting. My cock still felt like it was throbbing from cumming so hard. Even as it grow soft in her fingers, it was still twitching.

Zoey looked up at me, smiling radiantly. Enjoying the thrill of knowing she just did that to me and for me. There was no question in my mind that I would give her a special treat later that night. She knows she gets rewarded for doing so well at pleasuring me.

Unbearable Punishment

A woman told me that she will be the woman I have written about as long as I call her Skylar.  You can read about the story she is referring to in Mental Punishment Part 1 and Unbearable Punishment.  I also noticed she has been reading other stories because there are little elements to her writing from other things I have written.  Skylar wrote this specifically as a response to the Mental Punishment Posts.

I’m sitting on Frank’s stomach. There’s no obvious expression on my face, but there’s something in my eyes. I’m truly in shock that I managed to convince him to allow me to tie him up this time. I’m not complaining, though. I’m not doing much of anything, just looking down into his green eyes. I seem to be examining his face. Every feature and every detail like I want it forever branded into my mind’s eye. Branding, hm, if only.

Frank didn’t know I had this much patience. Or at least, I never used it. I’m aroused, it’s obvious by the wet spot on his stomach, but I’m not regarding my arousal at all. I blink as though I’ve been in a trance and then smile a far from innocent smile. My eyes stay focused on his while I reach back and gently run my fingers along the length of his cock. My fingers are cold. They’re always cold, but he knows they are always cold. It’s strange, though, the rest of me feels almost feverish. I remove my hand from the erect cock and stand up on the bed over him. My eyes break from his and travel up his arms to where I’ve tied his hands. I didn’t tie them very tightly. If he tried, he would be rid of them easily, but he is curious and what’s not to trust in my wicked smile?

My blue eyes return to his again and I raise two of my fingers to rest on a large bruise on my neck. Frank gave me that bruise to me. I came when he did. I came so hard I was screaming his name. My smile gets bigger and darker. “You feel very, very good,” I whisper and curl my fingers deep into the bruise and let out a small hiss through my teeth, “I like pain. It makes the body so much more aware.” I rip my fingers away from the bruise and shut my eyes for a moment. When I open them again they are a deeper shade of blue. “But you feed only one side of the spectrum. Don’t confuse me for your pets, Daddy, I need more.” I drop to my knees and grip his shoulders, ghosting my lips over his neck as I speak. “And if I don’t get another playmate, someone still has to pay the price.”

I bite him then. Harder than I have before. Frank’s mouth opens but I don’t pay attention to what comes out of it because soon my mouth is covering it and this time my tongue is exploring his mouth, memorizing it like I did his face. My nails rake down his chest and I move my fingers around Frank’s nipples. I pull back but keep my face close to his for a moment before I slide down his body until my face is over his chest. I hold my stomach up so that my skin does not touch his hard cock. I lick the left nipple slowly, my hot breath warming it even when my tongue is gone. “Do you know what it feels like,” I ask, taking another long, slow lick, “when you do this to me?” I bite down, setting my jaw to the exact pressure I remember him using on my nipple then lick it again. Frank is tense under me and I’m smiling as I place a kiss in the center of his chest. “It feels something like that,” I say then move over and repeat the action on the right nipple before I lean up.

I tangle my fingers tightly in Frank’s hair and feel a few strands pull loose. “Do you know what it does to me when you do this?” I ask, then lean down for another bruising kiss that unexpectedly turns tender. I kiss his jaw before pulling back again. “Do you know what it does to me when I do it?” I ask. It’s clear I don’t really want an answer and I slide off of his body, leaving a cold spot on his stomach where my body was. I crawl over to his left hand and place mine against it, measuring the size before taking it and sucking the index finger into my mouth. I hear his gasp and it almost makes me giggle. I work my tongue around that finger as though it were his cock. When I begin sliding it out, I bite down on the pad. I blow on it and gently kiss it before taking the middle finger and taking its tip between my teeth gently at first then slowly begin adding pressure. Before he can tell me to stop, I’ve vanished and am now between his legs.

I’m staring up at him from this angle. This time, I’m examining his entire body. Every time my eyes pass over a place where my own body bears a mark, I touch the mark on me as though reminding myself it’s there. My eyes move down to his inner thigh and my fingers press the dark bruise on my own thigh. I meet his green eyes for a split second then raise my hand up and lick my fingers. I wrap my wet fingers around his cock and slowly begin pumping it up and down. I wait until his eyes close before I bend down and bite his thigh just like he did to me. He gasps in surprise, but he really shouldn’t have been surprised. I giggle and lean up, wiping saliva off my mouth.

I slither back up his body, allowing my pussy to rub over the hard cock as I go. I place my hands on either side of his face. I reach up with my left hand and place it on my cheek. For a while, I just stare at Frank again. Can he tell that I’m imagining his face being just as red as mine was? Does he know that the reason I’m imagining is because I know I’ll probably never see it for real? I’d never do it, not to him. There are limits I know, and I’m greedy. I don’t want to give him everything. My right hand leaves his cheek and tangles into his hair again. The hand on my cheek moves to claw down his chest as hard as I possibly can. I bite his lower lip. God I want him to bleed, but I restrain and don’t bite him that hard. I could, but there’s something different about this man. He is not the same. That dirty little secret is that inside Frank’s head is a dom, and as much as I’d love to piss it off and see what he would do to me, I don’t do that this time. It’s my turn to play and I don’t want my playtime disturbed. I move over and lick his earlobe before gently grazing it with my teeth. “I want to hurt you,” I confess and he understands what I mean, but I won’t hurt him. Maybe when I really want to see what he is made of. I like to manipulate emotions, he knows I do, it’s not like I haven’t done it before to get what I want. How else would I have gotten him in this position?

I run my nails over every inch of his torso. They’re blunt, but they do their work. I look at my nails and see pieces of skin under them. I lick each of my fingers, moaning as I do so. I place my hands on either side of his head and hold myself over him. His cock is lined up with my pussy. Then, I reach over and begin digging in the drawer. I hold up a dildo and grin. Still holding myself over his cock, I begin fucking myself with it, not holding back as I pant and groan. Frank raises his hips, but I’m too far away. My left hand squeezes the pillow his head is resting on. I’m about to cum, and Frank can sense it. I pull the dildo out before I make myself cum. I’m panting hard and sweat is covering my body. I toss the toy away without caring where it lands.

“It’s too small,” I hiss while I grab his cock and lower myself down onto it. I close my eyes and let out a long moan. “That’s much better,” I sigh, but don’t start moving just yet. I lower and press my forehead to his while I relax my breathing. I stretch out my arms and touch the ties around his wrists, then stroke slowly down his arms with my middle finger, barely touching at all. My hands draw down to either side of his neck and I kiss him savagely. In contrast, I begin sliding up and down his cock painfully slow. My patience is wearing thin, though, and I can’t stop myself from moving faster. I lean up, nails digging into his shoulders and dragging down his chest, then moving up to his arms and doing the same from there. Every sound I hear from his lips causes me to groan and I can tell I won’t last much longer, but then, neither will he. I clamp down on his nipple just as I did before and muffle my scream as I cum. His growl signals that I’ve pushed him over the edge at last. I can tell his hands are free of the ties and I sense them moving toward me. Before he can touch me, I grab hold of his wrists and pin them on either side of his head until I’ve ridden out my orgasm.

With a groan, I roll off of him and press myself against his side, using his shoulder as a pillow. I trace the marks I left on his torso with the tip of my index finger. Some got dangerously deep and I can see dropletts of blood pooling just under the surface. My heart beats faster as I picture it welling up onto his skin. I tilt my head up and place a kiss over the bite on his neck. Then, I grab his shoulder opposite me and pull his body over mine and look up into your eyes innocently, but my fingers are curled into his bruise. “You wanna play this time, Daddy?” I ask softly as my lips curl into yet another mischivious grin.

The First Time With Leigh

This is another of my old memories. Not as old as the memories with Nicole. Still, it predates much of what has been written here.

Leigh and I met at a time I was dating a friend of hers. Even then I should have known better. It was obvious that Leigh’s friend and I were on different paths. She was destined to go Westward, and I was destined to go Eastward with both of us crossing large bodies of water. At the time, Leigh was on the same path as her friend.

The relationship between Leigh’s friend and I ended just before she and Leigh moved to another city (one which I would join them in later). This gave Leigh and I a chance to spend a two day road trip with each other in my latest small car. It wasn’t all bells and whistles. I hadn’t gotten over the friend or the end of that relationship, and we witnessed a tragic event during that trip. Still, we did talk and got to know each other during that time.

Two months later I caught up to Leigh in the next city, but she was already packed and leaving again. Her path had changed and now we did not know where she was going. My path remained unchanged for the next six months. During that time I chose to marry, and because of that marriage, I did not go East across the ocean as planned. I found myself in the middle of America.

To my surprise, Leigh was there too. She was married by this time and pregnant. It was not long afterwards that my own wife became pregnant. We were friends in all ways, and neither of us was willing to cheat on our spouses. I can also safely say that Leigh hid her feelings well. I did not know that she wanted to get to know me better since before the two day car trip. Circumstances were always against us.

Years later, and more moves to other cities for both us found us each single. We did not live close to each other, but she traveled to see me. We spent a weekend together and it was the first time we were both single, and without the distraction dating or having dated a friend.

I knew it was possible that she and I would have sex while she was visiting. I didn’t know how to feel about that though. She was my friend, and I really cared for her as my friend. I feared sex was something that could cost me that friendship which I treasured.

I drove four hours to meet her at the airport. She kindly drove on the way back (too many hours awake for me). We were both completely exhausted by the time we got back to my home. We briefly talked about sleeping arrangements and decided to share the bed and for each of us to sleep as we were used to. For her that was a loose t-shirt and underwear. For me, it was underwear only.

We climbed between the sheets, and talked a few minutes before sleep claimed both of us.

We have talked about that night since then and neither of us really knows what truly happened. Maybe it was the proximity of warm skin and that we both snuggled with each other during our sleep. Maybe it was the scent of the opposite sex filling our senses during our rest. Maybe it was the skin, or the touches, or maybe there was always something there.

We awoke, and we kissed. It was shy and tentative for both of us. We were both uncertain about whether or not we were doing the right thing for ourselves, and for our friendship. We were both wanting though. For both of us, it had been too long since we had enjoyed the pleasure of the opposite sex.

The hands started exploring and it was not long before the only three articles of clothing were gone and we lay naked in each other’s arms. I was hard and ready and I wanted her. She was wet and ready to accept me.

I took control and I slid into her. Caught between the needs of my own lust and the desires to insure she received her pleasure as well. I kept enough control to bring her to satisfaction. It was not easy because my own lust just wanted to take over and get its own satisfaction. I kept it reined in just enough. Enough to prolong the pleasure and it enjoy it that much more and enough to give Leigh as much or more pleasure than she was giving me.

We spent the majority of that weekend together like that. We were caught up in each other’s arms, exploring each other’s bodies. Discussing the past and wondering why we waited even though we well knew the exact reason. We shared time together without distraction. We did not lose our friendship, or how much we cared for and about each other. Sex just added a new dimension.

That weekend I confessed a responsibility that I had to attend to. One that kept her and I apart for a few more years before she and I came back together again.

Masturbation

I am a normal man. As a normal man, I do masturbate. How often I masturbate depends on how much sex I am having at the time. But I cannot recall the last time I went a full day without masturbating (and that includes days I had sex).

This story happened at a time I had a long and difficult week. I had a regular job and things had been much busier than normal, and I was also doing some very physical work. I had been going to work in the morning with muscles still sore from the day before. It has been a week of that kind of tired.

Sometime over the weekend, or on Monday, something got a little off in the going pee department. By Tuesday, I had that burning sensation that you get when you know you have to go pee bad, and your muscles are getting tired from holding it in. The problem was that I was like that all day, and I went frequently to try and get past that feeling, but even though I had that feeling, I didn’t always have to go pee. By Tuesday evening, I gave up on hoping it would go away and I took a dose of AZO standard.

If you are not familiar with this product, I’ll give the brief description. It is designed to provide urinary discomfort relief. It works (when you don’t have a significant problem that you should see a doctor about), and it also makes you pee a really funny shade of yellow or orange (usually orange). I can deal with peeing weird colors when it also comes with relief. I got the relief that I wanted.

By Wednesday, the burning like I have to pee sensation has gone away and I am not peeing funny colors.

My muscles are still really really tired though. So I called it an early night one night. I took a hot shower (as hot as I could stand). Crawled in between clean sheets and turned on the TV.

I drifted off with the TV and a light on (I have to be really really tired to be able to do that). The problem was that I didn’t stay asleep. I woke up (it was still relatively early).

I shut off the TV and lights, and settled back into trying go back to sleep. It didn’t work out quite that well. It was like something got switched on in my brain. I guess you could call it restless thoughts syndrome. I tossed and turned a bit, my muscles sore and exhausted, my brain all but fried, and I couldn’t sleep.

I knew I was going to have to do something. Usually the best way to fix my restless mind (when I am tired and need sleep) is sex. Maybe it is the endorphins or hormones or some weird chemical that hits my brain and turns off the restlessness.

I was way too tired for things to be “up” or for it to get “up” easily. So I turned the TV back on put on a recorded adult show. A few minutes of programming and things are working like they should. My body is rising to the occasion, and my mind is getting into sex mode.

I readjusted and made myself just a bit more comfortable (getting my underwear and blankets out of the way and such).

I moved my hand into place to touch myself. The show on TV moved into the background as my mind took over control of the eroticism my body needed. Images and feelings filtered through my imagination and memory, sending messages to my nerves through different parts of my body. I let my muscles feel the differences in the sheets beneath me, and the touch of my hand moving back and forth.

I didn’t need much time once my mind was engaged. My goal was my orgasm. I wasn’t doing this for foreplay or for prolonged pleasure. I felt the tension building, my body shifting slightly in response. My eyes closed as images and feelings continuing through my mind, my hand moving slightly faster. I felt it build higher and readied for it to release.

In moments I felt that release, the throbbing against my hand, tremors traveling through my muscles, and I could feel the cum under the skin as it traveled its course up the shaft and out of my body. I relaxed into those feelings, enjoying them and letting them go through my body and into my mind, taking all thoughts with it.

Then I noticed something a bit unusual. I made a new discovery. The cum sitting in a small puddle on my stomach was orange.

The next time I have urinary discomfort and take AZO for it, I will definitely make sure that any sex related activity is done in the dark. Seeing my semen looking a strangely orange color nearly ruined the whole thing. Lucky for me I knew why it looked orange, and I was so tired that I could no longer stay awake, so I cleaned up and fell back to sleep in minutes.

Katy Perry Plays Naked Alien in ET Video

This is Katy Perry’s new ET video. She plays a naked alien who finds a broken down robot, feels sorry for it, touches, kisses it & then it comes to life. (Seems reminiscent of fairy tales – but I like the concept.) I see by some of the comments over at the You Tube that a lot of people didn’t like this video. All I can say is, “Haters!” I love Kary Perry & think she’s a great performer. Okay, the dude in the video looks a little gay – to be sure. But, the song & the costumes are great. The whole concept is outstanding. Who isn’t secretly worried about robots taking over the planet?

Zoey’s Orgy Dream Part 2

Continued from Part 1

Later that evening, I got to watch something I have wanted to watch for a very long time. I watched two of the men sucking each other off. I don’t know if it was Frank and one of the other men or if it was the other two men. It didn’t really matter to me who it was. I just wanted to watch. I watched them as they ran their hands over the other one’s chest and stomach. They were really enjoying giving the other one pleasure. It was interesting the amount of joy they received from giving the other one pleasure.

When the men were done, I started kissing the other woman.

I enjoyed running my hands down her body and feeling her soft skin. My fingers explored her tits, even pinching her nipples and feeling them harden under my touch. I felt her stomach shudder and she inhaled sharply when my hand moved down her stomach. I caressed across her ribs and I ran my hands down her back so I could grasp her ass. I could hear the moan in her throat.
She broke the kiss and made me lay back onto the bed.

“I want to taste you.” She told me.

She kissed me timidly. I sensed this was the first time for her to go down on a woman. Shyly, she started to lick my pussy. She would dart her tongue in and out of my pussy. She just seemed to know how I liked to have my clit played with, and she pushed three fingers inside of me at the same time. I couldn’t help but moan and grind my hips so that my pussy pushed against her face.

“Turn around so I can taste you too” I told her.

She positioned herself over me so she could go right back to eating me. She wasted no time pushing her fingers back into my pussy and using her wonderful lips and tongue on my clit.

I wrapped my arms around her legs and used my hands to open the lips of her pussy. I felt nervous because I had never done this to a woman before. I opened my mouth and led with my tongue as I lifted my head straight to her pussy. I inhaled the scent. It was an incredibly strong scent of sex. I had smelled this scent before at times I had gone down on Frank to get him hard enough to fuck me again.

In moments my tongue was fully against the lips of her pussy and I liked the taste. I stopped hesitating and licked her. I pushed my tongue into the folds of her pussy and felt it slide inside. I liked the feel of her pussy around my tongue every time I slid my tongue into her. It was almost as though her muscles were trying to draw my tongue deeper into her.

The things she was doing to my pussy were so intense. There was no chance I could hold back an orgasm. I felt it building and I grew tense trying to hold it back. I wanted to feel her cum on my tongue. I wanted her to push down on my face hard and fuck my mouth with her pussy and just cum on me until she couldn’t breathe.

My hands grabbed her ass and legs even tighter and I pulled her tight against my face just like I wanted her to do on her own. I felt her push her fingers even deeper into my pussy and she started sucking my clit. Her other hand had a death grip on my leg and I realized she was going to cum soon.
I pushed my tongue deeper into her pussy, forcing it in as far as it would go. I felt her pussy pressed hard against my chin and realized her clit was rubbing against my chin. My face was so wet that her clit was easily sliding back and forth over my chin while my tongue flicked in and out of her pussy.

I couldn’t take anymore and I cried out into her pussy when she made me cum. I felt the vibration of her moaning into my clit when she came with me. I felt my body trying to buck against her, and I felt her body trying to buck against me. I had her ass held so tightly she couldn’t possibly move my head and tongue away from her pussy.

In moments I couldn’t take anymore, my clit was getting too sensitive and I pulled my head back. I was just about to find a way to make her stop when she turned her head away from my clit. I could feel her hot breath on the inside of my thigh. She was panting just like I was, and we were both sweating from the pleasure we gave each other. I held her there and she gladly didn’t move while we just continued to tremble with pleasure with our bodies held so closely together.

After a few minutes we both had regained our breath enough to move. She rolled off of me toward the two men she came in with. I realized Frank was on the other side of me when he slid close to me and pulled me into his arms. I turned to face the other three, pressing my back against Frank. His soft wet cock pressed against my ass, while he held me close, as if to pull me into his body, or to reclaim me as his. I smiled in the afterglow of really amazing sex and just relaxed into Frank’s embrace.

She Chooses Sex

I have gone back and pulled out one of my earliest written stories.  I thought about rewriting this story using elements and skills I have gained since I first wrote this story.  I have chosen for now to leave the story as I wrote it so that you may see a bit of the history of my writing.  I may yet rewrite this story so that it fits my current writing style.  I may stay nostalgic and not tamper with it.  I certainly cannot make any promises one way or the other.

Once upon a time, a young woman named Sha’dia told me that she and I were not going to have sex. She said that it was the girl who made the choice and the guy had to live with it and she had decided we weren’t going to have sex. Well, she was wrong. Now before anyone thinks this is a rape story, I’ll put that to rest right now. It’s not. Every person I have had sex with was completely consensual. Granted, I am sure that one or two (or more) had sex with me for reasons different than just wanting to have sex. I am preferring not explore that right now.

Now, back to the story. It happened back when I was in the military service. She was also in the military, and we were both stationed at the same post. We saw each other daily at work. One Friday night we were hanging out. Friends of ours were off doing other things. So we were just hanging out. We decided to go for a walk. The conversation got a bit interesting and interesting led to kissing.

Unfortunately for us, the barracks we lived in had some pretty strict rules about opposite sexes in the same rooms (yeah, it kind of sucked). So we headed to town and found a convenient hotel (seems they had lots of military customers, I wonder why).

The nice thing about having the hotel room and the entire evening is that we didn’t feel rushed. So we kissed and undressed each other. I explored her body from ears to toes with my lips. She particular liked being tantalized with kisses that came close to her pussy without actually touching. Not that she complained about the orgasms I brought her to when I did suck her clit.

We had a really nice evening exploring each other’s bodies, and giving each other pleasure. Eventually we fell asleep exhausted (and I was glad I lasted long enough to see her tired, she was in good shape).

The next morning we awoke with at least a couple hours to spare before we had to leave the room, so we relaxed and kissed a bit. She got the impression I wanted to have sex with her one more time. I swear I never said a word and never kissed her in a way that just plain suggested I wanted to have sex with her right then. That is when she gave her statement. I know she was thinking ahead to us returning to our jobs and not revealing our one night stand to any of our co-workers. I am not sure why I was worried about it at the time. My attitude now, I wouldn’t have given a shit what my co-workers thought of me having sex with someone from the workplace.

The thing is, her statement was like a challenge. You know, that she was so sure that it was all up to her, that she made the choice and I didn’t get a say in the matter. It made me want to prove her wrong.

So I kissed with that intention. You know, if she really didn’t want to have sex, she probably should have gotten up and gotten dressed, instead of staying there in that bed with me and allowing me to kiss her at will. I am not used to a no-words seduction, but the moment was right for it. I had to depend on the ability of my lips to talk to her body, and not my words to talk to her mind.

The crowning moment. Her body could not resist the kissing and touching. The more I kissed and the more I touched, the more she responded. The words she spoke before she lowered herself down onto my cock. ‘You bastard’. Spoken through Sha’dia’s sexy smile that lasted only a moment before her lips met mine. That kissed lasted only a moment before she needed to turn her head slightly she could breathe easier.

The sex took us close to checkout time. Then the cab took us back to our normal lives. We never told our co-workers, and I honestly hope she didn’t forget any more than I did.

The First Sex With Leigh

This is another of my old memories. Not as old as the memories with Nicole. Still, it predates much of what has been written here.

Leigh and I met at a time I was dating a friend of hers. Even then I should have known better. It was obvious that the girl I was dating at the time and I were on different paths. She was destined to go Westward, and I was destined to go Eastward with both of us crossing large bodies of water. At the time, Leigh was on the same path as her friend.

The relationship between Leigh’s friend and I ended just before she and Leigh moved to another city (one which I would join them in later). This gave Leigh and I a chance to spend a two day road trip with each other in my latest small car. It wasn’t all bells and whistles. I hadn’t gotten over the friend or the end of that relationship, and we witnessed a tragic event during that trip. Still, we did talk and get to know each other during that time.

Two months later I caught up to Leigh in the next city, but she was already packed and leaving again. Her path had changed and now we did not know where she was going. My path remained unchanged for the next six months. During that time I chose to marry, and because of that marriage, I did not go East across the ocean as planned. I found myself in the middle of America.

To my surprise, Leigh was there too. She was married by this time and pregnant. It was not long afterwards that my own wife became pregnant. We were friends in all ways, and neither of us was willing to cheat on our spouses. I can also safely say that Leigh hid her feelings well. I did not know that she wanted to get to know me better since before the two day car trip. Circumstances were always against us.

Years later, and more moves to other cities for both us found us each single. We did not live close to each other, but she traveled to see me. We spent a weekend together and it was the first time we were both single.

I knew it was possible that she and I would have sex while she was visiting. I didn’t know how to feel about that though. She was my friend, and I really cared for her as my friend. I feared sex was something that could cost me that friendship which I treasured.

I drove four hours to meet her at the airport. She kindly drove on the way back (too many hours awake for me). We were both completely exhausted by the time we got back to my home. We briefly talked about sleeping arrangements and decided to share the bed and for each of us to sleep as we were used to. For her that was a loose t-shirt and underwear. For me, it was underwear only.

We climbed between the sheets, and talked a few minutes before sleep claimed both of us.

We have talked about that night since then and neither of us really knows what truly happened. Maybe it was the proximity of warm skin and that we both snuggled with each other during our sleep. Maybe it was the scent of the opposite sex filling our senses during our rest. Maybe it was the skin, or the touches, or maybe there was always something there.

We awoke, and we kissed. It was shy and tentative for both of us. We were both uncertain about whether or not we were doing the right thing for ourselves, and for our friendship. We were both wanting though. It had been too long for each of us to truly enjoy another person’s company.

The hands started exploring and it was not long before the only three articles of clothing were gone and we laid naked in each other’s arms. I was hard and ready and I wanted her. She was wet and ready to accept me.

I took control and I slid into her. Caught between the needs of my own lust and the desires to insure she received her pleasure as well. I kept enough control to bring her to satisfaction. It was not easy because my own lust just wanted to take over and get its own satisfaction. I kept it reined in just enough. Enough to prolong the pleasure and it enjoy it that much more and enough to give Leigh as much or more pleasure than she was giving me.

We spent the majority of that weekend together like that. We were caught up in each other’s arms, exploring each other’s bodies. Discussing the past and wondering why we waited even though we well knew the exact reason. We shared time together without distraction. We did not lose our friendship, or how much we cared for and about each other. Sex just added a new dimension.

That weekend I confessed a responsibility that I had to attend to. One that kept her and I apart for a few more years before she and I came back together again.

Sex With A Co-Ed Part 6

Continued From Sex With A Co-Ed Part 5

I did not need to relax long. My cock was still stiff inside her pussy because I did not cum with her. I just needed a moment to catch my breath, to let my muscles recover a bit before I started again.

Juliann was content to hold me there caressing my back. The feel of her finger tips across my skin seemed to seep under my skin, into my blood, and through my cock. I didn’t want to move because I wanted to lay there and enjoy.

She turned her head to kiss my neck. She wasn’t intense about it. It was soft and sensual, and everything we both needed in that moment. I could feel her hot breath cooling the sweat on my neck every moment her lips were kissing my tender skin.

I don’t know how long we lay like that with her kissing me and caressing me, but I did notice the moment she shifted her hips and caused my cock to slide out slightly and then slide back in. The feel of her pussy sliding along the length of my cock went through my body. It went down to my toes, and up to the top of my head. Every tired muscle forgot that it was tired.

I knew though, that I needed to change position and change the way her pussy would feel around my cock before I could cum again. I had gone too long fucking in one position without cumming to be able to cum from that position. I pushed myself up off of her and let my cock slide out. She immediately frowned, letting me know she didn’t want my cock to slide out.

“Turn over on your hands and knees,” I told her with a smile.

Juliann smiled back at me and turned over as quickly as she could. It seemed only a second and her beautiful ass was right before me. I slid forward on my knees, taking that ass into the palm of my left hand. My right hand took my cock and guided it right back to her pussy. I didn’t just slide in, I pushed in all the way. I grabbed her hips with both hands and pulled tight, forcing every bit of my cock into her very wet pussy.

I felt her shudder as she gasped out, “Ah, yes!”

I relaxed my hands on her hips and began thrusting into her. I felt her pussy pushing tightly against the underside of my cock with every thrust. She rocked with me, meeting every thrust with my body slamming into her ass, making her muscles jiggle from the impact. If anyone was close enough, I know they would clearly hear the slapping sound our bodies made every time I thrust into this sexy co-ed.

I felt my cum rising into my cock and I knew I would not be able to hold back if I wanted to. It was coming up so fast. I used everything I had to just slow it down because I wanted her to cum with me. I was so caught up in the feeling of my impending orgasm that I had no idea how close she would be to cumming.

Somehow I was thrusting into her even harder and faster. My fingers were digging into her hips and ass. I couldn’t stop myself. I couldn’t control my fingers grabbing her so tight I was sure I would leave bruises. I couldn’t stop thrusting into her.

Then it hit. I pulled her ass against me with all of my strength. I buried my cock deep into her cunt. My ass clinched with the effort and I came inside of her. I could feel my cock jumping inside her pussy. I could feel my cum shooting out of the end of my cock and into her. I could feel the cum squeezing through my cock where her pussy was holding it tightly.

Somehow I registered the sound of her cumming with me. My eyes were closed, while I panting and uttering with gasps and growls of pleasure while I just kept cumming inside of her.

I couldn’t believe how much cum I felt pour through my cock because I thought I had put most of my cum on her tits. It did come to an end though. I felt all of my muscles give away at once. I became dizzy and leaned forward.

Juliann leaned forward with me and we both slid down to the bed. I managed to shift and fall onto my left side beside her. She turned onto her left side with me. My cock was free of her pussy, but neither of us felt enough energy to slide it back in. We just lay there together, trying to catch our breath.

That night was the change of everything, and of nothing. We were both so thirsty we got up and must have drunk a gallon of water before going back to the bed and collapsing under the covers. We had sex once more in the middle of the night and again in the morning after the sun came up. She joined me in the shower where we washed each other and realized we both had some really sore muscles.

We didn’t change our friendship. Somehow we both fully agreed we didn’t want to be in a relationship, and it just didn’t seem right to try and be in a relationship with each other. We got together for sex a few more times before we ended up going separate ways.

That first time, though, was the most intense, and the most memorable night we shared.