Sexual Adventure - Original Writing

“Your wife does,” exclaimed Tom, startled. “She’s been talking about it for ten years.” He rested for a moment against the pump, shading his eyes. “And now she going whether she wants to or not. I’m going to get her away” (Fitzgerald pg123).

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

The feeling was so completely overwhelming, having both holes filled with the two thick cocks that she could barely move. She began to slowly rock her pelvis, and taking their cue from her, the men began to pump in and out of her.

William watched Tabitha climb out of the hot tub. He took in a long, full look at her ass. She stood at the edge of the hot tub, wringing water from her ponytail. Droplets of water trickled down over Tabitha’s chest and stomach. William watched Tabitha’s body steam in the frigid air, the night’s icy fingers tickled her body, tightening her flesh and firming her nipples. She walked around the side of the hot tub and sat down next to William, dipping her feet into the water. William felt the flesh of her thigh rub against his shoulder.

Coated in her spit and saliva, his cock throbbed and pulsed with an arousal greater than the man could ever recall, and he groaned when, access to her pussy gained, he hooked his hands under Lila's armpits, wrenched her shoulders further behind her back, and slammed his entire length inside her. The force of that initial thrust almost split her in half, but was still only a precursor of what was to

"You want me to stop, huh, bitch? he groaned, releasing his grip momentarily to issue another slap to her face. This one was harder, leaving the imprint of his hand on her face, the outlines of his digits fading from red to white when, frustrated, Tom Ross ceased fumbling with his belt and zipper, and instead, just ripped his pants open. His erection popped free, thick, and throbbing, with the bulbous purple head already glistening with precum, as his arm moved, the whip hissed in the air, and the leather straps struck the soft flesh of Lila Ross's inner thighs a harsh crack that even made the man wince, and for his eyes to

Throughout time and classical literature music has played a huge symbolic roll, writers such as Aldous Huxley, (After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.), have expressed a reverence for music . Other others whose work has expressed the connection between emotions and music are Tennessee Williams and Kate Chopin. Through their characters, Edna Pontellier (the Awakening) and Blanche Dubois (A Streetcar Named Desire) these authors show the profoundly different yet similar ways music can affect the Human Psyche. One song that has a nature of characterization is during scene seven of A

Her tongue went directly to Kathy’s clit and began darting around until it was stiff. Amber started sucking her clit gently, then inserted a finger, all Kathy could hear was her juices sloshing as the finger probed in and out.

Duboius savoured the way in which the veins in the woman's neck pulsed increasingly faster against the tips of his fingers as he violated her ass, and she fought for breath. The last sensation she'd ever feel would that be of hot seed shooting into her ravaged hole, and the moment he pulled out, victorious, she'd be dead. "That's it, scream for me, bitch. Scream." His body slapped against hers, as he arched her back, and further constricted Lila's larynx under his digits until her breathing appeared to cease. Too intent was he on his mission, and the pleasure built up inside him, that Mark didn't see coming the hands that ripped him off the half-conscious woman.

Let me go you loser! When I get out of here, I'll report you to the police!" she screamed. He just laughed as he slid the dildo down to her pussy and slammed in a few inches inside of her. She cried out as she felt it enter her, digging inside of her as tears began pouring down her cheeks. "Stop, no! Don't! I don't want this!" she yelled out as she began to squirm again, even knowing it was no use. Her pussy was becoming wetter, slicker, as he pushed half the dildo inside of her. She screamed out again, hoping someone, anyone would hear her. But even that was just a feeble attempt. It was much too late, and her house was in the dead of nowhere. He laughed as he watched the dildo struggle to get in any deeper. "And here I thought you were a slut. Hell, I can barely fit this one in. How am I gonna fit my cock inside of you?" he chuckled as she looked at him with tear stained

"How's that feel, slut. Going to cum for us again?" Simultaneously, as the man drove every inch of his shaft into the teen's virgin hole, Sophie Scott's legs were captured and spread by yet another stranger, who impaled her cunt with his meat. Beside her, the one whose meat she'd last sucked, stroked himself to release. His cum splattered her toned stomach, and gobs slid down her bronzed skin, as the men filling her holes alternately slammed themselves in and out of the co-ed's pussy and ass, roughly fucking her between them. Meanwhile, the remainder awaited their turn.

William picked up the half-pint of Jameson and drained the bottle in one shot. He stood up and made his way out of the office, lacking any vim or vigor in his step. The fifteen minutes of missionary position sex with Mary promised to be as enjoyable as a farmhouse chore. Before he left the office, William texted his security detail to plan on a trip into Hartford early next week. William hoped the prospect of a visit to the massage parlor would fill his imagination with enough prurient fuel to coax his loins into action when he slipped into his marital bed.

The pain hurried through her for just a moment before being replaced again by his caresses. It felt shocking good and was successful at making her listen to his next words. There was no hesitation as she nodded her head quickly, digging her nails in sheets a little as she restrained herself. There was always the natural urge to disobey, to take the control back but it went out like a light when the length of

Her body smashing against his, and their skin slapping together, as she slammed her hips down tome and time again, Richard couldn't hold on for long. Eyes still locked on Lexi's face, he saw her mouth open in a silent scream, and simultaneious he reached his release. Nails digging into her skin, he reached up, and tangled his fingers in her hair and placed his other hand on the small of her back. Crying out as his body thrashed and writhed, he shot his load inside her, and pullled Lexi's body down so that her breasts mashed against his chest, and kissed her as her pussy milked the remaining seed for his cock.

There they encounter one more sexual act in one of the motel bedrooms, but this time it’s by force. Already disgusted by her knowledge of his participation in the sex-slave business, you can tell by the look on her face that she desperately wants him to stop, but at the same time she doesn’t want to alarm him that something is wrong and that she knows what he’s been up to.