ONLINE ROMANCE

They met online, a simple mIRC affair. After several months of typing, exchanging pictures, cybersex and phonesex they decided to meet face to face. They agreed on a public place at first, until they felt comfortable enough to move to private quarters. She got to the little outside cafй first, dressed in her favorite short skirt and skintight button up the back shirt. As she waited for him to arrive, she fiddled a bit with her clothes and sipped at her coffee. Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw him. "Oh my god, he's much better looking in person. I could ravage his body for hours." She stood up and waved, getting his attention. His smile was bright as he walked over to the table.

He sat down and ordered a coffee. They both sat there, completely quiet, staring into each other's eyes, neither of them believing this was real. He slid his chair over a bit, sitting beside her, instead of across and slipped his hand onto her thigh. His touch made her entire body leap without moving, and goose bumps began to cover her leg.


Her skin was soft and smooth to his hand as he slowly started to rub lightly, moving a little further up each time. His fingers reached the bottom of her short little skirt and slipped them underneath. Her eyes grew wide as she realized what he was about to do. She looked around at the other tables to make sure no one had discovered his wandering hand and relaxed a bit as she noticed on one seemed to be interested. His hand continued to creep up her skirt and thigh until it met the bend at the top of her thigh and her hip. He promptly changed course and slipped his hand toward the inside of her thigh, causing her to spread her legs a bit. He grazed the damp cotton material of her panties as the waiter brought his coffee.


She squeezed her legs shut tightly, pinning his fingers against her panties. Her face was bright red. However, the waiter hadn't even noticed and continued on, adding creamer and sugar to his customer's liking. As she watched the waiter, in horror that he wasn't leaving, she felt his fingers begin to wiggle, pressing firm against her hairy *****. Her body quivered and ached for him. She relaxed her thighs, releasing his hand and giving him more room to play with. He smiled into her eyes and grinned mischievously as he edged his middle finger past the elastic band of her panties and into her damp black pubic hair.


She let out a gasp as she brought her coffee cup up to her lips, hoping to hide her facial expressions from the others seated at the cafй. He pressed his fingers between her wet lips and grazed against her already swollen clit, her hairs tickling his fingers. He grins at her again, and nods suggestively to leave. She feels her heart jump and skip a beat as she stands, and straightens her skirt. He grabbed his wallet and tossed the money on the table, took her little hand in his and led her off to his hotel room, just up the street.


The hotel room was pretty much as all hotel rooms are, it had a small round table, two chairs, a small bathroom and a king size bed covered in an 80's reject bed spread. As soon as they entered the room, he tossed the keys onto the table and turned his attention to her. She was nervous again, fidgeting with her clothes, just like she did at the little cafй. He had watched her as she sat waiting for him from his hotel window. He had seen her every move. He chuckled as he played back the view in his mind. He walked over to her, wrapped his strong arms around her slender waist and tilted his face toward hers. As their lips met for the first time, her heart raced, but her nervousness subsided. This just felt so right.


She pressed her lips against his firmly and slipped her tongue from her mouth to his, seeking his tongue. His arms began to slide up and down her back and sides, the wrapped his fingers underneath the bottom of her shirt and began to pull upwards, slowly revealing her flat tummy, then the roundness of her breasts resting in their white lacey bra. He broke the kiss and pulled her shirt up and over her head then tossed it aside, landing on the back of one of the chairs. He slid his hands across her exposed midriff and he felt goose bumps rise behind his trail of touches. Her hands began to untuck his shirt, tugging lightly she pulled it over his chest, he raised his arms and let her pull the shirt over his head.


She let the shirt drop and returned her hands to his chest, lightly dragging her long nails across teasing his nipples, then directed her attention to the button on his pants. His hands had slid up her inner thigh by this time, his thumb playing with her thick pubic hair through her panties, still damp from his earlier attention. She bit her lower lip as she felt his thumb almost touch her clit, she hastily undid his pants and gave them a good yank, taking his boxes with them. She watched as they slid down his legs, stopping at his ankles and to her surprise, his **** was rock hard and quite large. She felt herself grow even wetter, seeing her lover so aroused.


He worked the zipper on the back of her skirt as he gazed into her eyes, slowly he drew the zipper down and pulled the sides apart, separating them enough to loosen the skirt from her hips and let it drop to the floor. Then he slipped his thumbs into the waist band of her simply cotton panties, traced the inner band around her tummy and hips and began to pull them down, past her hips then to her thighs. He paused slightly and pressed his nose against her wet hairy, ***** taking in her scent, then raised again to kiss her, letting her damp panties fall to the floor. As she stepped out of her skirt and panties, she kicked off her little sandals and he followed her lead, taking his shoes off and kicking them to the side as he worked his boxers and jeans past his ankles and kicked them under the table. He turned to her again, pressed his naked body against her and slid his hands up her thighs, to her hips, up her sides, then around to her back to the clasp of her bra.





With a quick flick of his wrist her bra was undone, she felt the release and her breasts relaxed against her body. He slid the thin straps across her shoulders, down her arms and let the bra fall to the floor. He brought his hands to her hips again and pulled her close. She gasped lightly as she felt his throbbing **** push against her tummy. She wrapped her arms around him as he leaned down to kiss her again.


Their lips met again, and they let their tongues dance slowly, lightly sucking and nibbling on each other's lips. Their hands wandered each other's bodies, making sure to cover every inch, he brought his hands to her perky breasts and rolled her erect nipples between his big hands. She began to moan softly. The pleasure from his fingers was causing her to squirm. She broke off the kiss and smiled as she looked into his ice blue eyes. He could tell she was up to something, her deep green eyes filled with mischief. She began to kiss his cheek, slowly moving to his jaw line and around his neck. Her lips touching ever so softly, tickling the little hairs covering his skin, she continued down his neck and to his chest.


As she reached his chest, she let her tongue leave her little mouth and began to flick it against his skin like a serpent. She reached his left nipple and began to lightly bite, suck and flick her tongue, alternating until she felt the nipple hard and erect. Once she felt that his left nipple had received enough she slowly worked her way across his hairy chest, nibbling and licking her way to his right nipple, which was pierced. She wrapped her lips around the hoop and lightly brought her teeth down on the nipple, behind the hoop, pinning his nipple in her mouth she began to flick her tongue. The moan that came from his mouth was completely unexpected and sent shivers down her spine forcing her to quicken her tongue flicks and alternate between flicking, sucking and blowing lightly.


She slid her little hands up his outer thighs and to his hips as she began to lower herself, kissing, licking down his flat tummy until she felt the head of his **** touch the bottom on her chin. She looked up at him as she stood on her knees, her faces less than an inch from his throbbing ****, her hands still on his hips and her breasts pressed against his legs. She smiled sensuously as she slid her tongue out of her mouth again, resting it flat against the top of the swollen head. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue and she began to rub her body against his legs, her nipples pressing hard against his skin. She rolled her tongue around his hard **** as he slipped his hands to the back of her head, his fingers threading through her thick black hair. She wrapped her full lips around his swollen **** head, his eyes rolled back into his head feeling the warmth and wetness from her mouth begin to surround him.


She continued to push her head forward, letting his **** fill her hot mouth, and felt the head touch the back of her throat causing her to jerk slightly. She was moaning lightly as she began to bob her head very slowly, squeezing her lips around the shaft as it passed in and out of her wanton mouth. Her hands left his hips, letting one wrap around the base of his ****, lightly stroking with her head bobs, and her other hand took his balls gently, massaging them. Her strokes became faster as she felt his **** swell in her mouth, her lips squeezing tightly around the shaft, his hands pressing against the back of her head as he began to rock his hips back and forth, ****ing her hot mouth.


Her sucking sounds filled the room as she quickened her pace again, ramming the head of his **** against the back of her throat, she could taste his ooze, covering her tongue. She rolled her tongue, caressing the shaft as it past through her mouth, her lips squeezing tightly and her hands gently working the base of his **** and his balls. She felt his body begin to shudder and his balls tighten, she squeezed the base of his **** and pulled her mouth off. She then stood up and he was completely in shock as she pulled him on top of her. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and pulled him closer to her. His **** slid easily into her warm wet hairy *****.


He had been so close to cumming he was scared he'd cum too soon, so his strokes were slow and long. She moaned as his **** filled her tight *****, squeezed her muscles tightly around his thick shaft, her nails tracing circles around his back. Their strokes began to quicken, she started to grind her hips against his, feeling their hair mesh together, he leaned forward and began to kiss her deeply, his tongue entangled with hers and he tasted himself on her tongue. He felt his climax begin to build again and began to thrust harder into her soaked *****.


She felt her orgasm begin to build deep within her, her hips grinding and rocking between his and the bed, each of his thrusts making her bounce on the bed until he rammed her with the next thrust. Her clit was so swollen, loving the stimulation of his hard thrusts; she knew it wouldn't be long until she came. Her moans became louder and longer, he fed off of them, forcing his **** deeper into her with each moan, he felt the familiar warmth travel up his shaft as he came. His **** exploded into her tight *****, coating her inner walls with his thick cum. She felt his **** spasm inside her hairy *****, her body tensed and she arched her back as her climax peeked.


She shuddered underneath him as she moaned his name loud enough people in the next room surely heard. Their thrusts began to slow, he rolled over to her side, both their chests were heaving, and they were gasping for breath. He smiled into her eyes as he kissed her again, his fingers stroking her hair softly. They lay there on the bed, holding each other tightly and after a few minutes, drifted off to sleep.



FLAVORED LOVER

I had been with Eddie for about four years. We had been married for two. I know it seems pretty vanilla...Marrying the two-year boyfriend, and settling down. We don't have kids yet, which is okay. We are still enjoying being young and adventurous at the moment. Last night especially. We had settled down to watch a scary movie, a rented tape from the local video store. The movie was pretty good. I don't much care for splatter films, which was what we rented. In the end, as planned, and as usual, I was clinging to Eddie. As the credits rolled, as always, thankfully, his hands started to roam over me.
I reached down to the coffee table and picked a maraschino cherry out of it. Some people like popcorn, others like snowcaps. I like cherries for movies. A carry over from a family tradition of it, I suppose. Or perhaps I just really liked cherries. Either way, as I munched it, I was pressed to the back of the couch, and kissed deeply. My hands started to roam as well, the passion of our love for one another becoming apparent. I unbuttoned his shirt, which he was still wearing from work. I pulled it off of him, then his T-shirt, the scene looking more like a heated moment in a porn flick than a couple of lovers just wanting to spend some time together. I felt as if we were trying to fit the moment in between commercial stops or something. Still, I loved that feral, greedy feeling of animalistic passion we got when we moved fast, our hearts beating as one to answer the cries of longing within our bodies and our souls.

I unbuttoned Eddie's pants, and smiled at him, telling him to just relax and enjoy. While I normally love to partake in the pleasure Eddie can give, and join him in the physical bonding of our marriage any chance I can get, the timing was not particularly good for that, so for now, I would be more than happy to bring pleasure to my lover. I pulled his pants down, and then off of him carefully, looking into his eyes, and tracing my lips with my tongue, letting him know what he was in for. I pulled his erect shaft from his pants. His physical validation of his feelings for me, not waning at all, even after four years. He still lusted for me like I was his girlfriend. I pumped that firm flesh for a few seconds, and looked up at him. He was watching me.

I blushed, and looked away. It always embarrassed me when he watched me pleasure him, though I am not sure I understand exactly why. It just did. As I looked away, though, I found myself looking at the cherries in the bowl on the table. I smiled almost wickedly then, with a sudden and playful thought. Something I had never done before. I took a few of the cherries, three or four of them, in my hand. Soaked in the maraschino juice, they were sweet, wet, and slick. I wrapped my hand, with the cherries, around his thick, ridged shaft. I then started to slowly slide my hands up and down, squeezing my palm against that throbbing flesh, and crushing the cherries, rubbing their sweet juices up and down his length. He gritted his teeth, making mention at first that they were cold, and then offering no other protest. Any other complaining was stolen away, as I leaned in, slipping down onto my knees in the floor in front of the couch, and starting to firmly and eagerly lick the tip of his now very sweet ****.

I had never 'flavored' my lover before, but I suddenly had a new found love for pleasuring him this way. He would be enjoying this again, I already knew. I pumped my hand a little longer as I teased the tip of his hard shaft with my tongue, before moving my hands away, and most of the crushed bodies of those sweet cherries. His shaft was a little more pink than usual in their sugary juices. I took him in. As deep as I could.

Slowly I pressed my head down, until I had him almost to the back of my throat. Then, as he groaned loudly, pressing his toes to the floor helplessly, his legs shaking with pleasure, I began to stroke my head up and down, letting his masculinity slide in and out of my hot mouth. He gritted his teeth, clutching the arm of the couch, a little out of breath now, as I pressed his sensitive member to the roof of my mouth with my strong, counter-stroking tongue. I slid that velvety hot wet flesh against the bottom of his ****, cradling the tip against it on each outward sweep, before pressing it to the roof of my mouth as I pressed him in again.

Faster and harder I moved my head, holding his thighs with eager hands. The salt of his precum mixing with the sweet of the cherries actually gave him a very unique zing, which made me crave his pleasure even more. I know he could tell the increase in zeal for the task at hand, as he was really making quite a bit of noise now, heavily panting with need and desire, and moans of the growing pleasure he was feeling. I held him firmly, not letting him move, and bringing myself to a brisk pace that, even at his feral, vulgar cries and demands, I did not speed up or altar in any way. His cries became more and more insistent, as I enjoyed the taste of the cherries just as much as the act of making love to my husband. With a start, he finally gasped, and jerked ridged, shuddering, his muscles flexed.

I started swallowing quickly, knowing well by now, what it meant. The taste of cherries mixed suddenly with a semi-sweet taste of his thick, hot cum. It pulsed fast and hard down my tongue to the back of my throat, where it was swallowed away quickly. Eddie grunted and thrashed a bit, holding my head, making me slow down, as he panted heavily, spent fully in my mouth. I held him there a bit more, letting him enjoy the warm tightness of my mouth, before slowly getting up, and sitting back on the couch, picking up the bowl of cherries, and sharing them with my beloved.

BREAKFAST IN BED

He arranges the bed tray just right. Bacon, pancakes, eggs and a buttered biscuit on a plate, a glass of orange juice, a small pitcher of syrup all arranged strategically on the tray. He picks up the tray and carries it very carefully down the hall to the bedroom. Opening the door with his foot, he smiles when he sees her still sleeping in the bed. He walks over to the side of the bed, and sets the tray down on the floor. Sitting on the bed next to her, he gently strokes her hair until she starts to wake up.
Smiling, he tells her he has a surprise for her. She smiles back and sits up in bed, letting the bed covers fall off of her naked body. Pausing for a second, he takes in the sight of her beauty and is flooded with memories of last night. He then reaches down, and picks up the bed tray, and presents her with her breakfast in bed. He tells her that after last night, she's going to need her strength for what he has in store for her today.

Eyeing him curiously, she begins to eat her breakfast. Just as she starts to sip her orange juice, Dopey, the big black lab that shares the apartment with them, bounds onto the bed, and runs right into the bed tray. The wooden tray flies forward, spraying her breakfast, and her juice, all over her slender naked body.

He grabs the dog and tosses him out of the room and closes the door. He turns and looks at his lovely wife, who is looking at the food that has been spilled all over her in shock.

Chuckling, he walks over to the bed and sits down. Watching her eyes, he dips his finger into her navel, pulls out a few drops of syrup, and raises his finger to his mouth and licks it off. Seeing her fascination, he then wipes some egg yolk off of her belly, and tastes that as well. He realizes that tasting her breakfast from her skin is causing his body to react in ways he didn't expect.

Standing up, he removes his robe to proudly display his raging hard on. She looks at him and smiles, and takes the overturned bed tray off of her chest, and lays it down on the floor. When she removes the bed tray, he can see that the orange juice, as well as butter, and syrup, has spilled down her waist, and ran down between her legs.

Hungry, he moves to the edge of the bed, and approaches her from her tiny feet, spreading her legs as he goes. Licking her thigh, he can taste the sweet, sticky syrup, mixed with the butter a little higher up. Licking his lips, he looks towards her patch of black hair, and longs to drink the orange juice that has collected there. Lowering his head, he dunks his face in between her legs, and starts to lap up the tangy orange juice from her crotch. She moans softly and spreads her legs wider, allowing him to smell her womanly juices mixing with the orange juice. Burying his face in her crotch, he begins to lick her ***** hungrily, lapping up both her juices and the pulpy orange juice that has run down near her clit.

Having cleaned up all of her juices, he raises his head and looks her over from below. Syrup was smeared all over her belly. She had a biscuit plopped right between her beautiful small breasts, with butter somehow smeared across each of her nipples. Her neck was covered in more of the juice of the Florida fruit. Her face has splatters of egg on it. He notices grease trails across the left side of her ribs, where the bacon had slid down her sexy body to rest on the bed.

Breakfast in bed just took on a new meaning for him, and he'd never been hungrier. Sliding his body up hers, slipping along the fluids, the goo, the grease, he met her mouth with his, hungrily kissing her, while rubbing his hands wherever he could get them, sliding the food everywhere, greasing them both up. He laid his body down on top of hers, and felt the food between them as he grinded and slid his manly body all along hers.

Positioning himself perfectly, he slid his greased up manhood into her wet, sticky crack. Feelings the eggs slide around between their bellies, he maneuvered his way deep inside her. Bracing himself up on his arms, he lifted his body up some. A waft of aromas reached up to him, filling his senses with the smells of all his favorite foods. He reached down with his mouth and picked up the biscuit that had been squished between them, and fed it to her, while moving his stiff **** in and out of her orange juice filled ****.

As he began to pump her full of long, hard strokes, he could feel the food slopping around under him, hear the syrup squirting out from between their now sweaty bodies, smell each of the different foods he'd so carefully prepared for her. Just as he was nearing orgasm, she pulled away and told him to lie on his back.

Gasping from the cold liquids soaking in the sheets, he lay down on his back and wrapped his fingers around her sticky waist as she mounted him. Looking up at her, he giggled to himself when he saw what a mess she was. Her skin was yellow in spots from the egg yolk, brown in others from the syrup, there was still butter on her nipples, and orange juice pulp everywhere. Definitely not what you would see any other Asian woman wearing. He reached up and rubbed the butter into her tits as she bounced up and down on him. Every time she came pounding down on his groin, he would watch as food slid further down her body, or as particles of pancakes flew off in one direction or another, often landing on his face, where he would lick them up. Holding her tits, he began to squeeze them in time with her pumping, gently pinching her nipples here and there, until he could feel her climax mounting, making her ***** tighter around his shaft, continuing to bang him for all she could.

The exploded together in one big mess, crying out together, making the dog howl on the other side of the door.

Exhausted, she collapsed on him with a wet splat, and started giggling quietly. She then looked up at him, and announced she was hungry and would like the rest of her breakfast on the dining room table.



NIGHT OF ROMANCE

I had an entire flock of butterflies fluttering around in my tummy. I had been ready for our date for about an hour already. Even did extra stuff like a long warm bubble bath, facial, manicure and my hair styled. I really wanted to make a good impression on him. My best friend set up the date and all she would tell me was that he was a great guy, nice, funny and gorgeous. Not even his name! So of course at first I was skeptical. I mean, who wouldn't be? Why would such a great catch be so single? The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was acting like a kid in high school, judging before you know the facts. Then my imagination ran rampant on me and I pictured everyone from Fabio to Kevin Costner. In less than an hour I would know. I felt so silly as I waited impatiently. I tried to busy myself with small chores around my apartment, but never really could relax or get the rather tempting 'movie' starring me and Mr. Mystery and our upcoming date.
As I was dancing around the kitchen with the mop I was brought back to reality by the sound of the doorbell. And the butterflies returned with reinforcements. I checked my hair as I passed the mirror in the short hallway to the door. Ok, I still looked like I just stepped out of the salon. It felt like an eternity to me as I watched my hand raise up to grasp the doorknob. I took a couple of deep breaths and opened the door. I about fell over.

I made a mental note for later, definitely tell Jackie thank you! He was tall, probably about six feet, dark brown hair, deep green eyes, a gorgeous smile and a body that just wouldn't quit covered in khakis and a button up the front hunter green shirt. I just knew I stared at him for a good twenty minutes before I finally said hello. That's when he brought his hand from behind his back and handed me a bouquet of spring flowers. I hadn't even noticed that he was hiding something and felt my face grow warm. He laughed a soft heart felt laugh and asked jokingly if we were going to stay in the doorway all night. If we were that would be all right, but could we please get some chairs? He broke the ice.

I invited him inside and put the flowers in some water. He made small talk as I got out the vase. I learned his name was Michael and that he didn't actually live that far away. He had just moved here a few months ago and was getting to know the area. I'll admit, I wasn't completely listening to him. I was still hung up on how much of a stud he was. I mean, just from what I've seen, I can tell he works out or at least did.

We worked our way out of my apartment and into his car, talking the whole time. We were really clicking and I couldn't believe it! He asked me if it were all right that he picked out the restaurant for us just to make sure. I couldn't help but think, "Ohhh he's polite too?" Don't' get me wrong, he had opened and closed the car door for me, but let's face it, some guys will do that just to make a good impression. He seemed to be totally what all my past boyfriends weren't. A Gentleman.
We got to the restaurant and I was pleasantly surprised. Italian, my favorite! The ambiance was perfect, low light, candles on the tables and booths for privacy. We talked all through dinner, laughing and joking. I don't think there was a single moment of that awkward silence that goes along with most first dates, let alone blind dates.

After dinner he drove me home and told me he had a fantastic time. His smile sent ripples down my spine. I didn't know what came over me, but I invited him up. That's a big no no for me on a first or even second date for obvious reasons. He accepted my invitation for coffee and we headed up, only after he helped me back out of the car. I went straight to the kitchen and began to brew the coffee and he followed. We joked some more and chatted about this that and the other. I walked over to where he was to get the coffee cups, our bodies meshed together and I felt weak in the knees. He leaned forward and kissed my lips softly. I was taken by surprise but quickly melted into the kiss. After we pulled back he smiled and laughed. He looked me straight in the eye and told me he really needed to thank Jackie. This evening couldn't be any better. Wanna bet, was my thought! I wanted more. For the first time in history, I wanted more on the first date than the guy I was with.

I asked him if he would like the dime tour of my place and just as politely as he had been all night he accepted, only difference this time was we were holding hands. As we entered my bedroom, having shown him everything else I made sure to get close to the bed and leaned in for another kiss. He slowly brought his hands up and pulled me into a warm embrace. With that I deepened the kiss, letting our tongues dance slowly. That's how I would describe the rest of the night, a long slow dance. He let me make the initial moves to make sure of what I wanted and once it was clear, he took over. We removed our clothes, gently tossing them aside onto the chair.

His muscular body glowed against the soft light from the hallway. I was entirely his. He laid us down onto the bed, our bodies meshed once again and as his fingers lightly caressed my body, and his lips lightly kissed my neck. I wanted to scream! It was everything I'd dreamed of but have never had. This was most definitely not a dream. His hands continued their slow, soft movement along my body as we began to make love. He filled me completely and we were one. He kept the pace slow and steady, continuously kissing my lips, neck and earlobes as his hands caressed my sides every so often gently cupping my breast.

It wasn't long before he brought me to climax. My soft moans filled my small room as my orgasm washed over me. Only after he felt my body relax again did he stop. He kissed me passionately and slid his body off mine to lie next to me. We cuddled with my head on his shoulder and my arm wrapped tightly around his waist. I definitely need to thank Jackie was my last thought before drifting off to sleep.


FIRST ENCOUNTER

He came to the door with a broad smile, a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine. He was wearing his favorite button up shirt and somewhat faded jeans. He was a stunning man, not built like Sylvester Stalone, but his body was toned. His hair was soft, dark brown, and curly. His deep blue eyes sparkled in the light, like stars in the night sky.
She answered the door. Her long brown hair was freshly styled and her scent filled his nose. The dress she wore was a simple blue Jean mini, cut just above the knee. She had the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen and a smile that was to die for. She had beautiful long slender legs.

As he entered the room his cologne of spice wafted through the air as she inhaled. There he was standing before her; she couldn't believe her eyes. She had seen a few pictures and talked to him on the telephone but it didn't compare to the person standing just inches away from her. He was so masculine, sensuous and yet so sensitive and caring.

He gazed at her with a wanton stare. It took all his will power to keep from rushing over and taking her at that moment. Everything about her reeked of sex, from the way she pushed a lock of hair from her face to the way she walked across the room.

She walked him to the sofa. He handed her the bouquet of carnations. She took the flowers inhaled their fragrance and headed into the kitchen to put them in water. She offered him a White Russian and he accepted. She prepared the drinks and returned to the living room, stopping at the stereo to turn on some soft music.

As they grew more comfortable with each other, the silences became smaller and smaller, she moved to sit next to him on the couch. Nothing was set in stone tonight, just a small get together to feel each other out. As the night wore on, and the liquor eased their tongues, they both entertained their own fantasies in their minds.

He was thinking of how badly he wanted to slide his hand up her dress and feel the wetness of her womanhood. To feel how excited she had gotten at the thought of them having sex. He would love to taste the liquid and smell her feminine fragrance. He was thinking of how he could slip his fingers into her sweetness then let his tongue taste and finally his hard **** fill her. He wanted to caress her breasts and run his tongue around her nipples and in the valley that lay between the two mounds of soft firm flesh. He wanted to taste the sweetness of her skin and pleasure her in ways she could only imagine.

Her mind raced as thoughts of undressing him ran through her mind. She wanted to kneel in front of him, take his **** into her mouth and suck it until it was completely stiff. She wanted him to taste her milky fountain as she sucked him giving his **** a tonsil massage as he glided deep into her throat. She wanted to be taken by him, wrapped in intense passion!

He reached out to touch her hand and startled her. She noticed his glass was empty and offered him another drink. As she poured the vodka into the glasses, she felt his hands caressing her back as they moved around to caress her breasts. He could feel her erect nipples through the thin material of her clothing. As he caressed her body, she laid her head back to rest upon his chest. He began kissing her neck moving down to reveal an area of skin on her shoulder. She moaned at the pleasure of his touch. She turned around to face him. They joined in a kiss that would melt all the snow in Alaska. Their kisses grew more intense with each one.

He waved his arm and cleared a space on the counter top. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her up onto the kitchen counter top. His hands traveled up her body, covering every inch as he placed intense passionate kisses along her soft skin. As he slid his hands up her inner thighs, he realized she wasn't wearing any panties, making it much easier to slyly slip his fingers in and tease her. His fingers moved in and out of her wetness stopping only to tease her clit. As he kissed her passionately he removed her little dress. Her firm breasts inches from his face seemed to tease him to taste them. First the right breast, holding them together licking her cleavage as he moved to the left breast.

She found the will power to undo his jeans revealing a hard stiff ****. His pants dropped to floor as he stepped out of them and removed his shirt. While caressing the shaft, she noticed the skin felt tight and soft at the same time. As she stroked his hard **** slowly she could feel the veins along the sides bulging and throbbing as though they would burst. She lightly ran her fingertip along the tip of his hard penis, forcing him to let out a moan. His fingers had gone from light flicks, to more intense and deeper movements, sending waves of excitement through her slender body.

His kisses became more passionate almost desperate, pulling her closer. He couldn't contain himself any longer; he pulled her off the counter top and let her wetness surround his ****. As he slid inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He supported her as he moved her up and down on his hard bulging ****. He moved faster and faster up and down the feeling was so intense she leaned back so she could get the full impact of his manhood deep inside her.

He moved to support her against the fridge as he continued to assist her up and down on his throbbing ****. The coolness of the metal intensified her senses.

Oh how wonderful this felt she didn't want it to end. He was deep inside her pushing and pulling her up and down on his member giving them both a ride of their lives.

Her moans had been slowly growing louder, until she peaked. Her body tensed around his **** and covered him with her juices as she climaxed. He could feel her juices trickle down his shaft and onto his balls. He continued to grind against her as she arched backwards, letting his **** pound deeper inside her.

He could feel his self about to erupt with each thrust. His hard **** throbbed and tingled as his sticky warm fluid spilled into her depths of femininity.

Breathing heavily, heart racing and satisfied, he set her back up onto the counter. They embraced for a small eternity. He helped her off the counter once he felt she had regained strength in her legs, and led her to the couch. They sat down, her body leaning against his, her head on his chest. The stereo was still playing the soft romantic music.

Both of them couldn't be happier with the evening they had shared.


CHOCOLATE DECADENCE

I was on my knees in front of my beloved Krissy in the middle of the living room floor. There were candles all about, of various sizes, as I gazed at her with admiring, wanting eyes. Both of us had removed our clothes, placed them on the couch, and stretched out an 8x8 foot blue tarp, and then towels over it, to make it soft. She was blushing at me softly, as I reached over to the coffee table, and picked up a bottle of chocolate syrup. Krissy covered her face, having agreed to this a few nights ago, and finally getting the nerve to try. I opened the little snap-top of the chocolate syrup, and slowly brought it to one of her still soft but large nipples. She reached down, where I was straddling over her legs, and caressed the bulb of my shaft, at the tip. I was already fully aroused.
I looked down at Krissy, shivering just a bit as she played against my sensitive tip with her trembling fingers. She teased me for a bit, and then gripped me, almost painfully in her hand, just at the tip, as I began to squeeze the chocolate out. It had been in the refrigerator, making it thick, and very cold. The nipple it touched was almost instantly hard. She arched her back, groaning, and protesting a bit. I simply told her it would warm up, and rolled my hips a bit, some pre-cum allowing for a little motion in that tight-squeezing hand, as I gave her opposite nipple a similar treatment. Then, I poured streaks of it slowly up and down her body, drawing, tracing lines with the cocoa up and down over her chest and belly, all the way down to her shaven sex, making a 'v' pattern down to that sweet spot, glazing her labia with the rich syrup. I smiled, as I gave her a very liberal covering of it, doing tiger stripes, zigzags, and anything else my playful heart desired.

After making her shiver a bit from all the cold syrup, which was quickly warming, I got onto my hands and knees, and lowered myself, so my lips made contact with her tight nipples. I pulled one, then the other into my hot mouth, grazing the supple, tense texture with my tongue. Warming them did not make them stop perking, only making the flesh tighter, and even more turgid. The scent of her arousal mixed beautifully with the scent of the chocolate. I then sat back up, looking down at Krissy, as she writhed softly on the towels over the tarp. I reached over to the coffee table again, selected a jar of caramel, and began to pour it, right from the jar, over those large, d-cup breasts. It spilled over the sides of her white, creamy flesh, making each breast look like a beautifully sculpted sundae. Krissy moved her hands to her tummy, getting some chocolate on them, and then reached down, and spread it over my pulsing member slowly. I gritted my teeth, my **** drifting forward at the desired attention. Then, I lowered my head again, licking and kissing that thick, syrupy sweet chocolate and caramel, as those graceful long fingers encircled the head of my length, and slipped rather easily back and forth with the sticky, slippery chocolate syrup.

I slowly moved down, out of her grip, reluctantly. I pressed my lips immediately to her sex, pressing my tongue into her, and licking out the seeping chocolate syrup, as well as the glaze of her own sweet honey. My tongue dug deep into her, spreading her swollen lips around it, hugged tight by her inner channel, as she rolled her hips forward a bit, releasing a shuddering moan, and grabbing my head, getting that chocolate all in my hair. I knew I was going to need a shower, anyway. I flicked her rapidly with my tongue, teasing at her clit, my face covered in chocolate, and my hips trembling with need, a trail of pre-cum connecting my heavy, rock hard shaft with the floor, glistening. She bucked rather firmly, suddenly, into my face, spreading that sweet chocolate down her inner thighs.

"Oh god... please... t... take me!" she hissed, pulling my hair a bit, pulling me away from her sex. I knew she preferred to climax around my shaft rather than on my tongue. She liked the feeling of being filled. I moved slowly up her body, and straddled over her chest."Gotta clean me off first." I said, arching my eyebrows. She nodded, and immediately, almost in a feral state, engulfed my pulsing shaft with her tight lips, her tongue pressing the tip of my aching rod to the roof of her mouth, as she tugged her head back and forth, sucking heavily, using her tongue and lips to pull off all the syrup.

I closed my eyes tightly and groaned, as she pulled off of me quickly and spun her tongue against the tip rapidly, making me gasp hard, and slide back down her body. That was good enough. I grabbed her behind her knees with one hand, and I pressed the tip of my member at her wet, tight entrance. I shuddered, as I pressed myself harder against her, sinking deeper into her. My back arched a little, I held myself fully in her, feeling those tight walls squeezing. I suppose I was moving a little too slow for her taste, or got her closer to climax already with my tongue than I realized. She pulled herself up and grabbed my shoulders, rolling suddenly, pressing her body against mine, and beginning to buck her hips hard and fast against mine. The syrup spread evenly between us, gluing us together slightly, making it hard to pull apart and that was just fine for Krissy.

I had expected her to enjoy it, but not to get into it quite this much. I gripped the towels, my legs tensing, as she slammed her hips against mine, the slapping of our wet, sticky bodies loud and lewd. The feel of her flesh, slickened by the food, as she moved back and forth against me, pressing herself tightly close to me was unbearable. As she thumped her hips hard into mine, I released, the almost blind flash of ecstasy racing through me as pulses of thick seed channeled deep into her body, Krissy crying out loudly, as she climaxed as well, squeezing my shaft hard, pulling upward, chocolate, liquid now from the heat, spattering me, as she reared up, shouting in pleasure as her climaxed thrashed her quaking body. She then pressed herself back against me, rolling her hips slowly, longingly, her breasts slick, pressed to mine, our bodies scented of sex and chocolate.

"Later, pineapple slice ring toss." Krissy laughed softly. I closed my eyes, breathing heavily, still pulsing inside those tight, slick walls.

"Yeah." I said softly, chuckling.


MESSY WISH

It was our three-year anniversary and I wanted it to be special for him. We weren't married, but we've lived like we were. We had met through a mutual friend who was tired of listening to the two of us complain about not meeting anyone that was spicy enough for us. Finally he put two and two together and paired Greg and I up on a blind date. I don't know how many times I almost didn't show up, Greg says the same thing. But curiosity and need got the better of us each time and needless to say, both of us made it to the date.
Ever since then we've been pretty much inseparable and always trying new things. I was extremely relived that he didn't mind me being bisexual and often entertained other women to suit my fancy. There was one thing we hadn't tried that he had really expressed some interest in. Anytime it would come up, there either wasn't enough time or enough messy food to do it.

This time would be different. I got off of work early and hit the store on my way home. I made sure to get a variety of foods since I wanted him to be completely happy. I picked up chocolate syrup, whipped cream, marshmallow fluff, honey, jello, ice cream, pudding and of course a cake made especially for us. By the time I got home I was already wet just thinking about how the night was gonna pan out and just how much fun we were gonna have. I had about an hour and a half until Greg got home and I wanted everything ready to go for him the moment his foot was in the door.

I quickly prepared the instant jello and the pudding and set everything else into the refrigerator. I grabbed the huge tarp out of the garage and rearranged the furniture in the living room, giving me room to spread the tarp completely out. I covered the tarp with a blanket, and then thought better of it. Not only would we more than likely ruin the blanket, but also on the tarp we'd be able to slip and slide against the slick material. I stuck with the bare tarp option. I still can't believe how excited I was about getting everything ready when I look back at it. I don't know if it was because I felt like I was being sneaky, or if it was because I knew he was gonna love this or a little of both. All I know is that I was busier than a one legged man in an ass kicking contest.

After going through the sweet confections and putting those that would pose a problem getting out, into separate containers, I set up the different foods along the edge of the tarp. It looked like some really twisted buffet for someone suffering from one massive sweet tooth! I giggled to myself and wished like hell our digital camera battery was charged up.

Once I was satisfied with the lay out, I undressed, fluffed up my hair, lit some candles and dimmed the lights. As I headed to sit in the center of the tarp I looked up at the clock. I couldn't have shaved that any closer and gotten everything done in time. Greg was due home any minute.

My excitement was pretty evident as he walked through the door because very erect nipples topped my pert breasts. He smiled and dropped his briefcase as I giggled and patted the spot on the tarp next to me. Greg wasted absolutely NO time in getting undressed and joining me amid the sweet messy foods.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled our naked bodies close together, pressing my hard nipples into his chest and locking him a deep kiss. My entire body tingled throughout with the heat of excitement.

"Happy Anniversary baby." I said to him as I broke off the kiss. He just sat there, trading looks between me and the food surrounding us, as if he wasn't able to make a decision as to what to do first. I settled this for him and reached back, grabbing a handful of vanilla pudding and smearing it onto his chest. He immediately shuddered as goose bumps rose all over his body.

"Oh so that's what is going to be like then huh?" He said as he flipped the huge bowl I had scooped out an entire gallon of mint chocolate ice cream into, on me. I screamed as the cold ice cream scoops tumbled down my body, leaving green and brown tracks of where it had bounced and rolled.

From then on it was one big food fight. Our bodies covered completely in sugary slick foods. At times, in the haste of trying to nail the other one with the next batch of food, we'd loose our balance on the slippery tarp, which of course was also covered in the mess.

The smells of the food, our sweat and desire filled the room and our noses driving us into a deeper lust. We grabbed and wrestled each other, only to slip and slide against each other, the conglomeration of food squishing and sploshing around us and against us. The mixtures made for an interesting mouthful.

He was rock hard by now and our playful wrestling had turned into heated passion. He easily slipped his sweetly covered **** deep into my tight cunny and began to thrust hard against me, the food coating our bodies making lewd noises and making us hold on tighter to each other than was ever needed before!

Due to all the play before hand it didn't take either of us long to explode. He came first; his pulsating **** spurting deep within me causing my climax to come on full bore. Our orgasm induced shuttering broke our connection and he slipped off of my body.

We regained our breath after a bit, considered cleaning up.... But decided to do it all over again! The only thing that came close to wrestling with him on the tarp, was the way he cleaned me off with his tongue that night.

LONG DISTANCE PHONE ****

I'm a salesman who travels alot and my wife is always afraid I'm going to have an affair. She loves to have phone sex with me, as her way of keeping me from looking somewhere else for sex. Our latest phone sex was extra good and this is how it went:
I called her at about 10:00 pm after flying to a new city and getting checked into my hotel. I called her at home and she said "I thought you'd never call, I've been masturbating for 45 minutes." I say "You have? Tell me about it." She says that she was thinking about how nicely I had given her my big, fat **** the night before, and it got her all wet and horny. She said she especially liked the way that I pulled out and came all over her clit and then put my **** back in and made her cum.

She proceeded to tell me that she had her vibrator out and was using it to tickle her clit and **** her ***** with. She said she was waiting for me to call so that I could help her finish it off. I certainly had no problem with that. Plus, now I too was thinking about how fantastic our sex was the night before. and how much I had enjoyed pulling my **** out at the last minute and bathing her clit with my hot cum. I could see in the full length mirror that was by the nightstand that my **** was bulging and aching to be brought out.

She said "take your pants off and get your **** out." I said "I'm doing just that." I pulled my pants down and stepped out of them. I then grabbed my ****, which was nice and hard as I began to stroke it. She said "is it hard?" I told her that it was very hard and she said "Mmmmm, I'd suck it so nice if you were here." I knew she was right because she loves oral sex and will honestly suck my **** several times a day if I ask her to. She knows just how to work me into a frenzy, and then literally suck the cum right out of me and slurp it down. Of course, after blowing me, she is always horny and then I have to reciprocate, which I have no problem with. She has the sweetest tasting ***** and I could eat it for hours. She gets so into it when I lick her ***** that she moves her body all around and grinds her ***** right into my face. Usually, this gets me hard all over again and then I have to **** her.

She said "listen" and moved the phone down near her *****. I could hear the humming of the vibrator, which was obviously being slid in and out of her. I could hear her moaning as she ****ed herself, and this made me stroke my **** fast and hard. Then she said "theres something in your coat pocket, get it." I stuck my hand in there and found two things, a little sample pack of lube and an envelope. I opened the envelope and found pictures of the two of us that we had taken a few weeks ago with our camera. We had put the camera on our dresser, turned the timer on, and returned to ****ing to get some good shots. This was the first I had seen the photos, because she had sent them somewhere special for processing.

In one picture, I could not believe how big my **** looked as I was getting ready to slide it into her. As I looked at each picture, she was talking to me, describing each picture, and reminding me of how much she enjoyed each thrust I had given her that night. She said "can you see the picture where you have pulled your **** almost out of me?" I said I could and she said "can you see that your **** is shiny with my ***** juice?" I said that I definitely could.

"Take that lube and drizzle it over your **** and balls" she said. I held the phone in the crook of my neck as I opened the lube and did just as she said. "Now grab your **** and stroke it hard" she said. "Oh, my God that feels so good," I told her. She then said to hold the phone near my **** so she could hear me stroke myself with all that lube. I did so and was sure to give several strokes off the head of my ****, which made a noise that cannot mistaken for anything but jerking off. I enjoyed watching myself in the mirror, my **** was so hard, and masturbating with the lube made my hand slide so effortlessly over it.

She told me that she was laying in our bed with the phone laid up on the pillow so that she could hear me, and that she was ****ing herself with the vibrator with one hand, while using the other hand to rub her clit. It was a nice picture to have in my head while I continued stroking my hard ****. For awhile, we did not say a word, but I could hear her moaning and louder and louder and I could tell she was about to cum. She finally did cum, letting out a growl and then a whimper. She finally said "I was pretending it was you ****ing me, honey." I had been pretending the same thing as I was stroking my **** and listening to her moan.

Then she told me to put the phone down on the nightstand and grab my **** firmly with one hand, and then stroke it with the other hand. She said that she knew this would make me cum and she was ready to listen. I did as she said and I stood right in front of the mirror as I grabbed my **** and then began stroking it. I made sure to moan so loudly so she could hear how much I was enjoying myself. It didn't take many strokes and I was ready to cum. I continued to hold the base of my **** firmly and gave the head of my **** some short, firm strokes. I began to shoot a long, thick, creamy stream of cum all over the mirror. I stood there for a moment admiring my work, and then I remembered that she was on the phone, so I plopped down onto the bed and picked up the phone.

"That was nice honey, did it feel good?&quo