Short Story

"That's more like it," he says before biting my neck. He strokes me slowly. I can feel myself getting hard. Why must my body betray me? I keep telling myself "No, you don't like this" but it does and I just let it. "My naughty boy" Just when I was about to come he stops. I let out a wanting moan. Wait, I like this? What the

*You move your hands down on her arms and her body shivers at your touch. You grab her Breton top and pull it over her head quickly, and she grabs your dick again. You unhook her bra and let it slide it down her arms. You move your hands to her front and hug her, as you take her breasts in your hands and start squeezing them. She starts moving her hand faster now, but you grab her hand and stop her.*

“I love how your body responds to my touch.” He whispers as he cups my breast in his

I must have winced, because she let my hands go and sat beside me. She pulled her blue hood down, exposing her now tousled hair. I opened my mouth to speak, but she placed a finger to my lips, silencing me. She slid her arm in between the cushions of the sofa and my back, and let her forearm hang loosely over my shoulder.

She smiled and allowed the cool brush to slide downward. The cold metal back of it brushing over Jim's warm backside. "Do you have any idea how much I want to stay home and play with you?" she asked not really expecting and answer, especially when she brought the brush swiftly down on his bare ass. "You know you will have to pay for making me want you so much. Tempting me with such beautiful

His body tensed up at the mere idea of having her in such an intimate way. Adam knew it would be something of dreams, or so it would seem to him as he had been dreaming of her all his life. "I've been told its quiet...pleasurable." he explained as gentlemanly as he could. "I like that, we are each other’s savior." he spoke as his hands gently stroked over her warm curves. He kept them on her and side, but the urge to explore further was still there. Thankfully he had enough control to not spoil the moment, "Then let us spend the rest our time together feeling what we can. I admit I may be slow in that regard. I have not felt anything in such a long time; it is hard to remember what these feelings are. Hard to explain them, but I don't want them to stop." he admitted as his lips brushed over the curve of her ear as his sense took in all they could, if only to keep him from forgetting anything about

She just stared into my eyes. I don't know what she was anticipating and I don't know what she wanted. Did she want me to touch her? It was like she was just waiting for me to indulge my desires. But would she let me touch her? Would she let me run my hands around behind her and squeeze that gorgeous, round, little ass of hers? To feel the

(She smiles as she lets her hands feel his bare chest. He closes his eyes to feel her gentle touches. He deeply breathes as she moves her hands from

I swallow his moans and pull him closer to me. I feel his chest press against mine as he grinds on me and tries to create friction.

From my back pocket of my jeans, I remove a silk scarf and begin to gently tie your wrists together. I push you onto the bed and make you scoot up so that your head rests upon the pillows. Your legs begin tightly closed until you feel my arousing kisses trace all over your body and then you relax and open them for me... it is a beautiful arousal building, a warmth that spreads from your crotch to your belly.

I didn't answer her. I gripped her hips and began to rock my own, grunting as my cock's enormous head began to grind inside her, helping to loosen her up. The walls of her pussy began to yield to

From that first moment, she felt like she was on fire. His touch was gentle, yet insistent and pleasing. When he focused his work on her tight center, she couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp. Pleasure washed over her from head to toe. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, Perceval spread her open gently and swirled his fingers right in that perfect spot. Joan groaned savored his touch and groaned.

"I'm glad you told me," Xavier says, pressing his lips on the top of my head. Against my will, my eyes flutter closed as I feel the pressure of his lips against my hair. I don't stop him, probably because it just feels too nice to do

He closed his eyes, and his mouth opened slightly as he moaned. He buried his face in her neck, and she felt his labored breath. Reaching down, he took her by the wrist and stopped her. Pulling his head up to look at her, he rested his forehead on hers, brushing their noses together. "I am already dangerously close," he whispered.

"Wanna have some fun?" she moaned, straddling his waist on the couch, running her hands over his chest, completely unaware of his earlier thoughts.