sweating
finished making love
another erection

For as long as he could remember the brown haired and sky blue eyed aspiring poet had been different then most boys his age. Even as a child Adonis had always been able to get whatever it was  he wanted from whomever it was that he wanted it from especially if it were a woman. No matter what it was that he wanted from some special favor like a toy or a piece of candy before dinner. To being left alone by the bullies that attended the various schools he was forced to attend during his formative years. Irregardless of who it was that he wanted it from having learned from an early age that as long as he could get the individual in question. To gaze deeply for just a moment or two into the seemingly bottomless depths of the liquid pools of his intense sky blue eyes it was but a simple matter to manipulate her into giving him what he wanted by subverting the command center of her will.

But is wasn’t until Adonis came home from college for a visit that he began to realize the full potential of his power over the minds and bodies of the individual members of the sisterhood. Only to discover that his parents had volunteered to host an international exchange student from Ireland in his absence. Of course once Adonis got a good look at the red haired and well stacked nineteen year old filly from the land of shamrocks, four leaf clovers and leprechauns he didn’t mind having Breanna around the house. Though the brown haired and sky blue eyed aspiring poet was discreet enough not to stare at Breanna’s melon sized breasts and was extremely careful to act the perfect gentleman around his parents.

Still it wasn’t until a few days later while his parents labored away at his father’s office that Adonis quite unexpectedly got to have his way with the full bosomed Irish lass. When he decided to go for a swim in his parents swimming pool during the early afternoon unaware that Breanna was already splashing around in the clear sparkling water wearing nothing but a white tank top and pair of green string bikini bottoms. Entering the changing room from the house Adonis took off his clothes and put on his Speedo swimming trunks rather pleased with the way the thin fabric of his swimming suit left nothing to the imagination in regards to the bulge of his manhood.

Only to come face to face with Breanna a moment later who just entered the changing room completely unaware that she was about to come face to face with the well hung son of her hosts. Caught by surprise and brought up short by the unexpected presence of the other for a long moment Adonis and Breanna just stood there admiring each others well developed bodies. Which in Breanna’s case was the nearly transparent and soaking wet white tank top that allowed Adonis to get a good look at the melon sized orbs of her breasts and the cherries of her nipples poking through the ultra thin fabric. While in Adonis case it was his bow flex muscular physique along with the bulge of his manhood that made Breanna blush even as she found herself being turned on by the sight of his well developed body.

Finely after drinking in the forbidden curves of each others body  both Breanna and Adonis looked up at the same time to find themselves helplessly falling into liquid pools of each others eyes as their gazes locked together. One moment the brown haired and sky blue eyed aspiring poet and the red haired and full bosomed Irish lass were gazing into each others eyes. Only to find themselves in each others arms the very next moment after they’d pulled off their respective swimming wear and discarded in onto the concrete floor of the changing room. Nor did Breanna resist as Adonis picked her up off the floor and carried her over to th nearby bench on top of which he laid the Irish lass and mounted on top of her body. Eagerly slipping between the international foreign exchange students clean shaven and silky smooth thighs who responded by tightly wrapping all four of her well toned limbs about Adonis’ neck and waist.

For quite some time Breanna lay beneath Adonis with the mountains of her melon sized breasts and hardened tips of her nipples  poking pressing up against the aspiring poets chest. As they there on top of the bench making out with each like there’d be no tomorrow until at last Adonis reached down between his legs. Where the fingers of his right hand curled around the swollen shaft of his manhood and guided the tip of his little head up against the oval opening of the flower of the foreign exchange students womanhood. Who could help but cry out in ecstasy when at last the red haired Irish lass felt the honeypot of her wetness spread open. When with one powerful and unrelenting downward thrust of his hips the brown haired and sky blue eyed aspiring poet sank the entire length of his rock hard and throbbing male sexual organ. Upwards into the welcoming warmth of the velvety sheath of the mine shaft of Breanna’s hot wet pussy for first and definitely not the last time.

Again and again Adonis thrust the entire length of his male sexual organ as far as it would reach into Breanna’s love canal. Even as the sounds of his grunts of exertion along with her moans, sighs and cries of sexual ecstasy mingled together. Then echoed all around the aspiring poet and his latest sexual conquest as they bounced off the four walls of the changing room. As the red haired Irish lass and the oldest son of her hosts continued to bang the ever living daylights out of each other until at last with a shutter and a shout of victory Adonis couldn’t help but cut loose. Even as Breanna cried out when she felt the aspiring poet’s throbbing manhood leap for joy within the warm confines of her hot and wet pussy. As the warmth of Adonis’s seed spurting up against Breanna’s cervix set off a sympatric response within her loins so that Adonis and the full bosomed international foreign exchange student came together as one.

Unwilling to stop Adonis kept banging away at Breanna who had no other choice but to hoot and holler as she lay writhing in ecstasy beneath the oldest son of her American hosts. Until at last the brown haired and sky blue eyed aspiring poet grew too tied to keep riding Breanna as she came again and again.  Yet the two legged dear hunter vowed to himself that this wouldn’t be the last time that he’d avail himself of the luscious curves of the red haired Irish lass. As Adonis collapsed on top of the naked body of the full bosomed international foreign exchange student utterly exhausted but no where near to being sated or even close to getting enough of Breanna’s forbidden love.

It was on a night dark and cold
a mid winters eve not all that long ago
when the raven haired daughter
of my soon to be ex best of friends
quietly came into the bedroom
where I lay beneath the blankets
tossing and turning unable to sleep
as the moon hid behind the clouds
snow flurries danced like fairies
upon the currents of the gentle wind
lightly dusting the rooftops
of the homes within our sleepy town
like white frosting on a wedding cake
the curvaceous daughter of the
best friend that I’ve ever had or known
took off her nightgown made of cotton
then slipped beneath the blankets
where I lay waiting for her appearance
slid into my arms and kissed my lips
made love to me till the break of dawn
became a woman in my arms that night
while my best friend and his wife
lay asleep in each others arms
never once suspecting upon awakening
that their nineteen year old daughter
who came to me as a virginal maid
returned to her sleeping chamber
a woman of experience at dawns light
a mother to be nine months later
now the raven haired curvaceous daughter
of my now ex best friend and wife
lies beside me her belly heavy with child
her father is now my father in law
a proud grandpa he is very soon to be

Between the clean sheets of my bed
my raven haired and curvaceous lover
within my arms she lay just as naked
as the day upon which she was born
our lips locked together in a kiss
passionately and intensely intimate
while the tips of her swollen nipples
brushed lightly against my chest
the melon sized orbs of her breasts
still so ripe, firm and luscious
in spite of her being not as young
as she was not too many years ago
though just a bit long in the tooth
the mountains of her massive tits
filled the palms of my hands
till her flesh overflowed my fingers
about my willing body she wrapped
the limbs of her arms and legs
as between her clean shaven thighs
my powerful hips did settle
her sighs, moans and delighted cries
of sexual ecstacy filled my ears
when the entire length of my shaft
the hardness of my masculinity
my rock hard and oh so throbbing cock
slid upwards into the velvety glove
of my slightly older lover’s femininity
locked together in our embrace of love
where beneath the sheets of my bed
we eagerly rocked each others world
made love till the break of dawn
holding back for as long as possible
till the birth of a brand new day
sprang upon us both through the slit
of my still open bedroom window
then as the cool breeze upon us blew
at last in a rush we came together

I found my thrill on top
of ole blueberry hill
between the silky thighs
of a nineteen year old girl
oh how she made me feel
like the man I used to be
when in her arms I lay
forgot all my troubles
my cares melted away
when my throbbing lance
slipped inside the depths
of her hot and wet pussy
like a much younger man
Rachel made me feel
on that hot summer day
when we mated on top
of ole Blueberry hill

There is a rather lovely girl
who sings with the voice of an angel
though she dresses like a whore
with luscious tits and a tight little ass
her curves look great in a tiny black dress

By day she dances to music upon a stage
before an audience of randy bozo’s
making em hard with the desire to bed her
fleecing em of their hard earned money
for a glimpse of her body is all they’ll get

While at night on long, slender and sexy legs
she waltzes into my dreams
intentionally makes my lance hard as a rock
drives me wild and thrills my soul
just by talking off her itsy bitsy black dress

Into her arms she takes me for a wild ride
above the clouds of erotic delights
with her curves she makes me glad all over
that she is the woman of my dreams
a man I was born and man I’ll always be

I found my thrill
in the arms of another man’s wife
doing her in his own bed
poking her with my swollen prick
filling her womb with my seed
while he was out of town
far away on a business trip
where he himself lay in the arms
of a lovely whore half his age
tasting the fruits of forbidden love
willfully cheating on his wife
even as she cheated on her husband
with me between the clean sheets
of their open marriage bed

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You’ll be here soon, dear.  Don’t chafe so.  Then we’ll have a month to laze around.  Don’t forget the key, it’s my only spare.  I’ll try to be home before your flight arrives, but, just in case.  Semester end and all, who knows how long I’ll be meeting with students trying to excuse their incomplete work.

Advice – catch a cab and come straight to my place.  You’ll be too wiped to sightsee.  My cottage is yours…make yourself at home, take a nap, I’ll wake you.  I’d love to come home and find you in my bed.

I know this is the last word you’ll have from me before your flight, damn the time difference, so let me remind you.

I can’t wait to see you.

I can’t wait to touch you.

Yours,

Tessa

A shiver of arousal traced the length of my spine and I swallowed around a lump of nerves.  Four months of anticipation and planning built up for this day, this moment.

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It was late on a Saturday night that I was taken by complete surprise and without any warning what so ever by my former high school English teacher. A lovely twenty something African-American princess and curvaceous jungle bunny who’d begun her career as an English teacher at the beginning of my senior year of high school.

Of course it was only normal that as an eighteen year old red blooded all American well hung male with a bowflex crafted physique. For me to lust after the jungle bunnies melon sized breasts, the sun ripened raisins of her nipples and the hot chocolate of her wetness that lay within the apex of her well toned, clean shaven and silky smooth thighs. But for my former English teacher to lust after the curves of my hard and muscular body was something else entirely. Which is why the full bosomed and curvaceous jungle bunny waited until after I’d graduated from high school before giving me access to her hourglass figure.

Being no stranger to the small one bedroom apartment my former English teacher rented. Since during my last year of high school the well stacked African-American princess had tutored me in my studies at the small round table located inside her tiny kitchenette. So that when the jungle bunny called me on my cell phone to ask me to come over the first Saturday evening after my graduation. In order to put together the computer she’d recently bought nothing untoward or indecent about her actual intentions passed through my mind. Though the thought of banging the ever living daylights out of my former English teacher couldn’t help but make my oh so throbbing cock as hard as a rock.

It only took about an hour to set up my former high school English teachers computer and nothing seemed amiss about her attitude. Except that the curvaceous jungle bunny who insisted on standing directing behind me where I sat in front of her computer desk. Kept accidently rubbing the melon sized orbs of her tits against the curves of my back as she leaned down over me towards the wide screen monitor that came with her computer.

Of course I didn’t say anything about my former high school teachers inappropriate actions much less even bothered  to object. Because if the truth be told I kinda liked feeling the ripe orbs of the curvaceous jungle bunnies melon sized breasts rubbing against the curves of my back. Plus the slight pressure of the massive milk jugs of her mammary glands had the added effect of making my manhood as hard as a rock.

Once my former high school teacher’s brand spanking new desktop computer was finely up and running. The curvaceous jungle bunny seemingly lost interest about the time I decided to go onto the internet and began downloading the necessary software updates. Disappearing into her bedroom as I continued to occupy myself by surfing the various web sites and blogs I liked to read as the computer updated itself in the background.

By the time the software updates had finished downloading and had been installed. The door leading into the sanctuary of my former high school teachers boudoir opened but didn’t close. As the curvaceous jungle bunny once again walked up behind where I sat in front of her computer. Only this time instead of rubbing the mountainous orbs of her melon sized milk jugs on my back as she had done a short time before. My former English teacher and after school tutor quite unexpectedly grasped my shoulders with her hands. Her long and slender finders digging firmly into my skin as she pulled the office chair in which I was sitting away from her computer and spun me around.

One moment I was sitting there in front of a brand spanking new computer. Preparing to put it to bed after putting the latest in updated computer technology through it’s paces. When suddenly without any warning what so ever I found myself coming face to face. With a curvaceous jungle bunny who appeared to have just stepped out of the pages of the latest Playboy magazine flying off the news stands at that very moment.

To say the very least the sight of my former high school teacher clad only in an expensive Victoria Secrets silk kimono took my breath away. Unable to offer up even the slightest resistence nor did I even want to resist as the curvaceous jungle bunny slipped down onto my lap. Where the twenty something first year teacher pulled apart the sash holding the flaps of her kimono together. After which the curvaceous jungle bunny opened up her kimono then and pulled my face downward into the luscious valley of her cleavage.

Instinctively my arms encircled my former high school teacher’s slender waist. As I grasped the twin ovals of the jungle bunnies cute and tight little ass within the palms of my hands. Even as I couldn’t help but dive face first between the twin peaks of the melon sized milk jugs of my former English teacher’s mammary glands. Where my lips, mouth and tongue soon found themselves happily rooting around like a pig in a mud hole.

For the next several minutes my lips, mouth and tongue took full advantage of both the opportunity and the privilege. Of ravishing the melon size rack along with the raisins of my former high school English teachers nipples that the curvaceous jungle bunny sported upon her chest. Only to climb to my feet some time later in order to carry the curvaceous jungle bunny. Across the livingroom of her one bedroom apartment and into the sanctuary of her boudoir.

Having ditched her expensive Victoria Secrets silk kimono by allowing it to slide off  the curves of her shoulders and back. Where it fell downward onto the livingroom floor of my well stacked former high school English teacher in a colorful puddle of silk just before I’d stood up onto my feet.  So that by the time I walked into the sanctuary of her boudoir and laid good ole Miss Tits down on top of her full size bed. The only thing that she was wearing was the intimate garment of the pair of panties that matched her kimono. Which easily slipped off the curves of her hips and the twin ovals of her cute and tight little ass.

After pulling off my former high school English teacher panties which I carefully folded up and stashed away in my pants pocket. It only took another moment for me to get undressed after which I joined good ole Miss tit’s right there on top of the altar of lust within her boudoir. Where I took the naked curves of the  curvaceous jungle bunny into my arms and proceeded to bang the ever living daylights out of my former English tutor.

Before long the curvaceous jungle bunny and I found ourselves snuggled beneath the clean and fresh sheets of her full size bed. Kinda like two bed bugs in a rug with our arms and legs tangled together as we each took turns pressing each other’s back  down on top of the bed. Just like a beautiful butterfly mounted in a display case with it’s delicate gossamer wings spread open. More then once good ole Miss tits and I mounted on top of each other in order to bang the ever living daylights out of her curvaceous body and my well hung and bow flex crafted body.

The powerful curves of my hips rapidly rising and falling like the pistons in a high powered race cars engine. While my former high school English teacher and tutor rode up and down the pole of my rock hard and oh so throbbing manhood. Which in either case throughly enjoyed to my pea picking hearts content sliding in and out of the delicious bowel of the chocolate pudding that was good ole Miss Tit’s hot and extremely wet pussy.

Even as each time I held back my own orgasm for as long as I could. Throughly savoring the intense climatic pleasure radiating out from the sensitive of my little head. Each and every time it pulsed again then a whole lot more whenever my rock hard and oh so throbbing cock. Sent a full load of my seed laden baby batter on it’s way into the fertile womb of my former high school English teacher and now forbidden lover. Until at last good ole Miss Tit’s and I couldn’t help but fall totally exhausted though not yet quite sexually sated into each other’s arms. Where we spent the last few remaining hours of the night sleeping off our mutually attained sexual hangover between the clean and fresh sheets of her altar of lust.

Desciendo del coche y cierro la puerta sin dejar de mirar al otro extremo de la calle. Espero tu llegada.

La ciudad se empequeñece, se hace concreta y pierde su amplitud al conformarse con existir en los metros que me rodean, los que forman el espacio que han de alcanzar tus pasos cuanto tu presencia sea real. Te espero a lo largo de unos minutos en los que mi respiración en nada se parece al aliento sereno que también me haces sentir después de hacerme tuya.

La gente, con rostros, sin nombres y apellidos, salpica la calle de pasos. Mis ojos te buscan en sus siluetas durante breves instantes que se quiebran al no reconocer tu piel en ellos. Nadie eres tú. Ninguno de ellos toma tu cuerpo. No hay rostro que sea tu identidad. Mi mirada intenta verte en ellos, aún sabiendo que no son ellos quien tú eres.

Comienza a dibujarse el perfil de tu cuerpo en la distancia próxima. Tu sonrisa es un signo inequívoco que incita a mi corazón. Te espero y llegas. Te aguardo y eres tú quien da a la ciudad su sentido más intenso. Llegan tus ojos concisos, tu caminar agitado, la abertura justa de tu boca al pronunciar la primera palabra. Llega tu abrazo, la forma en la que mi cintura se adapta a tus manos y tu cuerpo recibe mi latir inicial. Te siento en él, en la conjunción de mi pecho con el tuyo, en el perímetro carnal que dibujan tus brazos. Te espero y has llegado. Aconteces en mí, de nuevo, sin pretextos.

Sin dejar de aproximarme a ti, me susurras y me explicas cómo deseabas regresar a mi cuerpo, qué perdido estaba el tuyo sin el mío, cómo el deseo de mí ha hecho de ti su paisaje cotidiano.

Dejas el primer te quiero ondeando en mi rostro, acompañado de un ven que precede a la fuerza con que tu mano busca la mía para comenzar a caminar. Tu mano es la misma ciudad, la misma calle que recorremos con nuestros andar convencido.

Es aquí, me dices. Señalas una puerta de madera que no es sino el límite que va a separar la ciudad de nosotros. Mi cuerpo se agita al presentirlo, al sentir tu agitación, también creciente y presentida. Abres la puerta y me das el paso para que ante ti ascienda al lugar que has elegido para nuestro encuentro. Los escalones son signos suspendidos, recónditos puentes que ahora se muestran accesibles para que seamos una intersección de fuego y carne. Los escalones son retazos de lo que dejamos atrás para hallar nuestro lugar en el futuro más cierto. Los escalones son, sólo son, se suceden a nuestro paso y somos nosotros quienes les dictan su existencia, breve y transitoria, antes de que les abandonemos, mientras les damos la espalda.

Una nueva puerta franquea el instante en que nos tomaremos la piel, el sexo y nuestro cuerpo, en el que el uno se difuminará en el otro, sin borrar las líneas que nos definen. La abres y abres, con ese gesto, la luz más clara que el alba podría traernos. La abres y te abres a mí, como un ave intrépida que aleja el temor a los temores y se afianza en su vuelo ante el mundo impasible.

Te deseo, me dices con tu boca y con tus manos. Trepas por mi pecho y haces nido en mi cuello con tu lengua excitada. Recorres mis hombros y retiras mi blusa hasta intuir la piel blanca que los cubre.

Te deseo tanto, me dices con los ojos encendidos, alejados ya de la añoranza que mis ojos han dejado en ellos en los días de ausencia, en el tiempo vacío de nosotros. Me alejas de tu cara para contemplarme. Déjame mirarte, me pides con un gesto de tus ojos. Ellos también desean penetrar en mí, reconocerse en la imagen que de ellos ha construido el tiempo indefinible que ya hemos compartido.

Te amo, me repites, con sílabas de besos encendidos. Te amo como se ama al último sueño, al amor descubierto, al cuerpo que se necesita para sentirsee cuerpo. Mi silencio se llena de respuestas. Tú las sabes, reconoces mi amor y mi deseo en cada uno de los movimientos de mis manos. Te busco los labios con mis labios, encierro el aire rebelde y lo  aprisiono para que tu respiración se acoja a él y se haga aliento. Te amo tanto, te digo con mis dedos. Y mi lengua te escruta y te incita al beso más profundo.

Espera, pronuncio lentamente.

Al compás de tu mirada, interrumpo el existir de los botones de mi blusa. Pareces suspendido en el penúltimo de ellos, tan alejado de la realidad que te asemejas a un sueño que se sabe alcanzable. Mi blusa se divide como ventana inmensa y tus ojos pretenden, dulcemente, asomarse a ella y construir un paisaje en el que solo tú y tus manos seáis los únicos habitantes. Detrás de mí, la superficie roja de la barra que separa la cocina del salón, se convierte en sábana diáfana, mar incitante, un ven sin sonido que me invoca. Me sitúo sobre ella, permitiéndome la excitación creciente que trae tu presencia y los presagios de ti y de tu sexo. Mi falda asciende por mis piernas, acompañándome el gesto, y deja al descubierto el encaje de las medias que abrazan mis muslos. Tú quisieras ser tejido y rozarme la piel con lujuria y ternura, acariciar la antesala de mi pubis, el camino sinuoso que te llevará inevitablemente a mi sexo caliente antes de que lo conviertas en agua única acogida con tus labios y tu boca. Separo mis muslos, sin pudor, para que intuyas de qué forma se sujetan mis medias a mi cintura, cómo me rodean. Tu mirada se detiene en el tejido negro que asoma entre mi falda.

No puedo desearte más, me dices mientras tus dedos inquietos y excitados separan mis ligueros de la piel que frágilmente separa mi cuerpo de tus manos. Son ellos los que inician una danza única y precisa. Son ellos los que se mojan con mi humedad y restauran el agua que el deseo provoca en cada parte de mi cuerpo anhelante. Son ellos. Eres tú. Es el amor que se trenza con el sexo, con la voluntad de poseernos, el ansia de penetrarnos la carne, el sentimiento.

No puedo desearte más, me repites mientras tu boca es ya mi boca y tu lengua me recorre como el escalofrío más intenso.

No te demores, hazme tuya, te responde mi voz con mi silencio. Y el mundo no lo es, la realidad se pierde, el tiempo se descuenta del futuro cercano y nuestro amor, como marea profunda, nos agita la carne y nos induce al silencio más carnal de nuestros cuerpos.

La canción expresa, como mis palabras, lo que me haces sentir…Abre el enlace y escúchame, escúchala…Marisa Monte: EU TE AMO, TE AMO, TE AMO

Sin. That’s what she wanted to be called. Her real name was Cinthia. She was one of those spoiled ass daddy’s girls, that would throw a tantrum if she didn’t get what she wanted. As for looks, she’s aight. She’s not the cutest, but not the ugliest. A little on the heavy side. Nothing wrong with that at all. She looked good for a big girl but I can’t stand spoiled ass females. She had been eyeing me since I met Porsha at the party and been pissed at me since I turned her down. I’ve kicked good convos with Sin before but when the shit started turning into some “it’s all about me” type of shit. I threw her the deuces. I finally arrived home and decided to scheme. I was gonna fuck her but she was gonna have to pay heavily. This jealous ass female put my life in danger because I didn’t fuck her first. Just as I was about to hit the shower, I saw my lease from the apartment I just moved out of. I had three weeks left on the lease and still had the keys to it. Luckily, I didn’t move everything out of if yet. Now I had the perfect place to set everything up. I decided to call her up to finalize my plans.
“Sin. What’s good with you?”
“Nothin. Who this is?”
“Jerome. You know who this is, stop playin.”
“I’ve been waitin for you to call for the longest. So what’s up with it?”
“Meet me at my apartment tomorrow at about 7. I’m gettin off early just for you.”
“Oh so you gonna give me the business now?”
“Damn right. You get the business and the building. Feel me?”
“Oh shit. I got you tomorrow baby boy and make sure you bring that good game.”
“Ok.Bet.”
We hung up. I got that ass now.

Thirty minutes later I grabbed my keys, some equipment and headed for my old apartment. I really didn’t miss this place. The neighborhood was fucked up in general although it was in the nicest part of town, the people in the leasing office were full of shit, rude as fuck. The neighbors were kind of cool. Nevertheless, I would never come back, except for this time. I grabbed my equipment, turned on the light and began to set up various hidden cameras and wireless transmitters. As I started to put everything together, my conscious began to bother me just slightly. Could I really go through with this shit? Hell yea, especially since she almost got me killed just because she wasn’t my first choice. You see, Sin had always put on a public persona of being innocent and pure but I wasn’t one of those stupid brothas that was born yesterday. She held I high position within the School Board and this would surely get to her.
Before you start to think, “How could you do something like that to her?” I want you to peep game. Before I started my own business, I was on my way to being the youngest Regional Manager at Best Buy but a little fiasco she pulled cost me my job. I was making a decent wage. I liked my job there as well. Paid travel, paid holiday, discounts, being able to interact with people were only a few of my favorite perks there. So it’s only fair that karma comes back. I was gonna quit eventually, but I wanted to do it on my time. Fuck it. I continued to set up my equipment until finished. Afterwards, I grabbed my keys and made my way home. As I was driving down I-240, my phone rang. It was Porsha hitting me up again. She said that she missed me and wanted to see me tomorrow but I politely declined. I was on a mission. I arrived home, checked my email, MySpace, Facebook, website and Twitter, then ate,worked out, showered and went to sleep.

My alarm rang at 9am, the time I usually got up. I wasn’t really feeling work today, so I decided to call in and let Vanessa know I wasn’t coming in and that my VP was in charge. For most of the day, I was online chilling with some of my people and surfing on YouTube. My phone rang once more. I answered.

“Jerome, I hope you’re ready baby, I’m gonna ride the shit out of you.” That was a bit unexpected for me to hear as soon as I picked up. It would have been even better if it were Vanessa or Porsha on the other end. I grinned and used my deepest voice. “Is that right? How about this? Get dressed, I mean get that bad-ass black dress and them “Fuck Me” Heels and meet me at my apartment.”
Before I could say anything else, she hung up and got ready. That was my cue to head to the apartment. I arrived shortly after 12:30 PM to get ready. I guess she wanted some real lunch. Sin knocked on my door about ten minutes later. I opened the door and was dressed how I told her. I didn’t believe she was gonna do that. I thought she would have seen through my bullshit. She wasn’t half-bad lookin. Her dressed hugged her just right. Real talk. She switched her hips as she walked in. She dropped to her knees before I could even close the door. Thank God the cameras were up and running. Sin wasted no time, sliding my dick into her warm, wet mouth. She started to suck on it hungrily as if she were starving, bobbing back and forth and sucking hard. I ain’t gonna lie. That shit felt good as hell.

“Told you I was gonna get that,” she said with a slight grin. I know she wasn’t trying to outdo me within the first five minutes. I wasn’t about to let that shit happen. I grabbed her hair and pulled it slightly. She moaned and began to suck harder. That let me know that she was slightly submissive. Perfect. I pulled out and began to slap her lips with it. She moaned even louder and started to beg for it.
“Please, please, put it back in,” she screamed out. “I need it, I want it.” I slid back in with no questions asked and began to thrust in and out of her mouth as she asked. Sin started to undress as she rolled her tongue around the head, not letting it escape her mouth. Within a few seconds her moans became louder as she pinched her right nipple. I pinched her left nipple to help her out. “Harder.” I pinched it even harder. Her breathing became even more pronounced as she increased speed. Sin was a fuckin freak. She got off on both pleasure and pain. Maybe I should have fucked her first instead of Porsha. Nah, I couldn’t. I just didn’t have a vibe with her like that but her head game was something serious. To make things more interesting, I decided to give her a command to see if she would respond willingly.

“Suck harder goddamn it,” I roared out.
“Mmmmm. Yes sir. Anything you want sir.” Oh shit, I was definitely about to have fun with her today. I grabbed her and pulled her along with me as I made my way to the couch. I sat down. Sin soon followed suit.

“Suck me! NOW!”I demanded. She wasted no time going back to work, making sure to keep me from going past the point of no return. I pulled her hair harder. She began to deep throat me, keeping me in her mouth as she massaged the head with her tongue. Damn, she was cold with it. I might have to call her up to give lessons to these other women in the city.

Little did she know that I had a surprise waiting for her in the back. See what people don’t know about Sin is,that when she’s drunk, she tends to run off at the mouth. I remember her telling me at the party where I met her and Porsha, that she always wanted to try being in a threesome. But she would be devistated if anyone knew. I secretly pulled in one of my employees that really didn’t like her but needed to release some tension, Danielle.

As Sin continued to suck, I snapped my fingers and Danielle came out butt naked. She wasn’t the best lookin but her shape was killer. I laid back on the couch as Sin continued to suck. I commanded Danielle to sit on my face. As I started to tongue her clit slowly, Sin suddenly stopped and reached up to fondle one of Dani’s breasts.

She stopped. “Bitch he ain’t say you could touch me. Keep your hands off.” I looked down. ” I didn’t tell you to stop suckin either.” Sin went back down. She began to tongue my balls slowly looking up at Dani as if she were trying to tease her.

“Rome why does this girl keep lookin at me like she hungry?”
“I don’t know. See if she is,” I grinned as I pat her on the ass. Dani got off my face and switched places with Sin. She immediately started to suck on my head. “Let me show you how a pro do it.” Dani had skills too. They could both go head up. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as she continued to suck. Sin started to look a little disheartened watching us. “Gone ahead and eat that pussy. She needs a release.” Wasting no time, Sin burried her face in her pussy licking rapidly. Danielle threw it back to her as I continued to slide in and out of her warm,wet mouth. She moaned out in pleasure as two of her holes were getting worked on. Her body began to shake as she neared her first orgasm. She began to suck faster and harder each time Sin’s tongue flicked across her clit. Looking at that shit made me hungry as hell. I wanted more. I slid out of Danielle’s mouth. “Keep it my mouth baby, I want to taste you.”
“Aight, then.” I wasted no time sliding back into her mouth fuckin it faster. Dani’s eyes began to roll to the back of her head as her body shook. “Fuck…..I’m gonna cum” she screamed out as she squirted in Sin’s face. I was slick jealous. Ok, I’m lying. There have been many occasions I’ve made her squirt in the office. Dani got hers and I was gettin mine. Now was the time to put part of the plan into action.

Sin was about to serve us both facing the camera. We both sat back on the couch. Dani spread her still drippin pussy as I began to ub her clit. I looked over at Sin. “So is this what you wanted?”

“Yes daddy.”
“Now what would you do if anyone found out?”
“No one is goin to because I’m gonna put y’all to sleep.”
“How is that?”
“With this fiya ass tongue and wet ass pussy.”

Without hesitation Sin engulfed my dick into her mouth and started to suck. Damn it felt good but I really had to go through with my plan before I forgot. I pulled her head up.

“Say that you’re a slut. That you love dick and pussy. It’ll turn her on.” Danielle licked her full lips to entice her.

Sin looked up at us. “I, Cinthia Latrice am a slut, your personal slut. I love dick AND pussy,” she said excitedly. “I love it.” That was all I needed to blackmail her but I decided I was going to get mine. Besides, she almost got me killed. She owed me. I pulled Sin to me. “Suck it then.” She wasted no time sliding my hardness into her mouth and began to suck feverishly. While Sin continued to give me head, Dani disappared into another room and came back with a strap-on three minutes later. She spread Sin’s pussy and slid inside her. She moaned out loudly as Dani started to fuck her deeply. This mad her suck me even faster. Shit it felt like she lost control of her body. Each moan vibrated through my dick as Dani fucked her faster. “Mmmmmm…….damn,”she moaned out as we both dominated her mouth and pussy. Nearing her orgasm,she began to suck and jerk my meat. She brought me close to orgasm as well. I came two minutes later flooding her throat as Dani continued to work her juicebox. That shit was sexy ass hell. I looked on at the action as I laid back to recover. She continued to work her over, Sin came numerous times as Dani continue to work out her frustration. Fifteen minutes had passed and I became hard once more. I moved Dani out of the way and laid Sin onto the floor. “Let me get a piece of that real quick.” She wasted no time spreading her wet pussy. I slid my member deep inside her and started to thrust hard and slow.

“Damn daddy give me that dick,” Sin moaned. She really did want the dick. She was wet as hell. I could see and feel her pussy try to grip it each time it escaped. “She’s a noisy as hell. I got somethin to shut that ass up,” Dani said as she sat her pussy on Sin’s face. She devoured her as Dani rode her face. My thrusts soon became pounding. She cried out in pleasure as I penetrated her deeply. Her body began to shake as came. Dani followed soon behind, flooding her mouth with delicious pussy juice.

“Bend the fuck over,” I roared. “Let me hit it from the back. I grabbed her hair and pulled her into me. She let out a slight gasp as she trembled. I put her into position as I slide my hardness back into her pussy. I grabbed her hips, pounding and thrusting into her deeply. Danielle quietly slipped away into my room to control the camera angles. That was my cue to get her to talk.

“So you say you’re a slut?” I asked ramming harder into her. “Fuck yes I’m a slut. This shit turns me on. Keep talkin dirty to me,” she squealed. I continued to fuck her deeply until she came. I started to cum again soon after. I pulled out. “Kneel and swallow it. NOW! She kneeled and opened her mouth. I slid into it and released down her throat. She swallowed as I commanded. Damn that felt good as fuck. Too bad tomorrow her secret may be out. That’s what she gets for trying to have me killed. Over a woman that came to me willingly. I dismissed her and went to my room to edit the footage to submit to a local news source.

This is the fourth book in the Desire series.

Erin is attracted to them, but she knows it just won’t work, so she is keeping her distance. Until the town Christmas party, when Jared and his brothers, Duncan and Reese make their move on her. Only something is wrong, Erin has been drugged, and since she is drinking the same virgin margaritas that her pregnant sister Rachel is drinking, there is panic in the town. Can the brothers keep her safe and convince her that what they all want is manageable?

Coming up at the Pen Flourish Erotica Blog in the coming weeks are seasonal stories of erotic romance. These are transgressive and transformative romances about Catholic priests, the character of love, and the discipline of religious confreres.

As Advent begins, the angel Raphael arrives to answer love’s unspoken prayers. “The Heart of the Rose” is set during Advent & Christmastide, so it’ll be broken up into the four weeks of Advent this year beginning Nov 29.

As Maggie’s confessor and spiritual guide, Father Duncan knows grace can empower him to resist, so why doesn’t he? As Epiphany passes, I’m reposting my even more erotic, erotic romance “Alter Christus.”

So, drop by this season for a little free romance at Pen Flourish.

Offering
Nightmare & Vision #17

My lover’s hands left my breasts and caressed their way down my chest and belly to start feeling their way through my bush. I leaned back into him and spread my legs. His long, strong fingers played with me, running over my mound, tickling my thighs, sliding up and down just to the sides of my mound. My breathing quickened, and I started whining and moving my hips to position myself under his fingers. He teased me for only a short while, though, and I arched and moaned as his massaged and then parted my labia. I was so hot and wet. When he dipped that first finger into my slit I positively gushed with pleasure. Other fingers lazily circled my clit. I convulsed every time a finger swiped across the little nub. I brought my own hands under his overreaching arms to my breasts, caressing myself, and let my head fall back on his shoulder.

I was in heaven. My widely splayed feet found purchase on the sides of the sofa, so that I could press back against his body or wiggle and thrust my pelvis up into his busy hands. His fingers tickled and spread me, rubbed me outside and dipped inside. He toyed with me, increasing my pleasure slowly, agonizingly, giving me just enough to get that much higher, that much more desperate for more. When I could feel the first tingles of my impending climax in my spine and belly, I jerkily humped up into his fingers, and savagely pulled and tweaked on my own nipples. I turned my head and found his mouth with mine in a burning kiss. The fingers of one hand spread my lower lips open, allowing those of his other hand to slide from the bottom to the top of my vagina to rub my clit in just the right way.

I gasped one last time, taking breath in for what I knew would be an earth-shattering orgasm. And then, just as the automatic clenching, relieving spasms of climax were about to hit me, a cock thrust into me.

The next second passed in slow motion yet took no time at all. My eyes flashed open and I broke my lover’s kiss, snapping my head around to see the grinning face of a stranger. I heard my shuddering sigh turn into a surprised grunt, then a confused wail. Even the smell changed as the colognes of my lover and the new interloper clashed. And the feeling… the fat shaft now planted in me throbbed, and my contracting pussy squeezed back with all it had as my orgasm crashed around me.

I came helplessly around the stranger’s cock. I couldn’t stop it. Spitted by his rod, I stared almost unseeing into his gaze. His eyes smiled unkindly at me. His grin turned lusty and his lids closed part way as my pussy clutched and milked him. I tried to say something, to protest, but the only sounds I could emit were indistinguishable cries of passion and betrayal. All I could to was cum. My lover’s fingers were still busy on my clit, his other hand stealing up to my breasts to take over from my own paralyzed fingers. His mouth nibbled my earlobe, cooing to me as if nothing were amiss. Lost in its climax, my body humped and ground itself against the hairy pelvis of the intruder. The orgasm, so long in coming, took forever, searing and ecstatic despite, maybe even because of the spoiling presence of the stranger and his fat hot cock.

Finally I started to subside. Anger and fear took over as my passion faded, and I brought my hands up to push the barrel chest away from me. My protests and objections finally became coherent as I cried for help and screamed at the stranger to get out of me. Instead of coming to my aid, however, my lover wrapped his arms around mine and drew them back, pinning them to my sides. With new confusion and rising panic, I saw and felt the stranger’s hands reach down to my waist and take hold of my hips. My increasingly desperate questions and demands ended with a shriek when the stranger drew his cock most of the way out of me and then slammed back in, the head of his member thumping up against my cervix. He began fucking me, slow and hard. I tried to say something, anything, but the words were driven from me each time the cock rammed home. I couldn’t catch my breath…

Angelus

“Who are -you-?”
“Angie” answered the young woman.
“Yes,” the old man, in bed, returned his helpless gaze to the ceiling, “but why are you here?”

“I’m a visiting nurse.”
With the effort of an old bedridden man, Morris Morris lifted his head from the pillow.  “Visiting nurse?” he muttered.  “You’re just a teenager. Don’t look a day older.  How could you be a nurse?”
“You know,” Angie smiled, “people always say that about me.”

“That you look so young?”
“I guess they just expect me to look older.”
The old man watched the young woman as she inspected his pillbox.  She was wearing a short jean skirt and sleeveless button down top.  Her lips were narrow but youthfully rounded.  She bent over the table to order the pills.  “Saturday, Sunday, Monday…” she muttered to herself.  She glanced back at Morris.  The old man quickly turned away.  She smiled, such a warm and kind smile that Morris was flustered.

“It’s OK,” she said, softly, “you can look.”
Morris stared at the ceiling.  “You’re not my visiting nurse.  You don’t dress like a visiting nurse.  I would prefer it if you would leave.”
“Candy’s sick, hon,” she answered.  “I’m filling in.”

“I’m sorry.”
“O, don’t be sorry, hon,” the young woman smiled.  She walked to Morris’s bedside.  “I’m used to it.”
“No,” Morris answered.  “I don’t mean that.  I mean…”
“I know what you mean,” Angie answered.  “It’s perfectly normal.” Then she reached under the bed.  “It’s a good thing a stopped by,” she smiled, pulling out the bed pan.

She turned and Morris watched her cross the room to the bathroom.  She was beautiful.  She was just a girl, but she was lovely.  She was slender as a willow, and graceful.  Her straight brown hair bobbed at her shoulders. He couldn’t see her breasts.  He heard the toilet flush and watched her return.  Her breasts were young and firm – he though he could see her nipples through the thin gauze of her top..  He suddenly returned his gaze to the ceiling when she smiled at him.  “You make me uncomfortable,” he announced.

“Don’t be,” she smiled and slipped the bed pan back in place.  “I’m here to make you comfortable.” She pulled back the white sheets that covered him. He tried to stop her but his arthritic hands were too slow, too stiff. “Oh my,” she said.  “I’ll clean you right up.”

She turned back to the bathroom.  He watched her.  He watched her move: so graceful, so easily.  She returned with a damp cloth.  When she bent over him, he could see her nipple under her shirt.  “Oh my,” she said.

He glanced downward.  He was hard!  His penis stood straight from his crotch, tall and swollen.
Her eyes met his.  “You’re crying,” she said.
“I’m so ashamed.” His voice shook.
“Why?” she asked.
“Because I’m a 93 year old man who can’t wipe his own ass!” he shouted. His voice cracked.
“You’re beautiful,” she returned.

“Oh…  Jesus Christ, I’m not beautiful,” he spit.  “What man wants to be told he’s beautiful?  Just wipe my ass and go!”
“I can help you…”
“You can’t help me,” he interrupted.
“I’ll go,” the young woman sighed.
Morris grabbed her wrist, hard, his breath shaking.

Silence.
“Is the door closed?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“I…  I’m ashamed.”
“Don’t be.”

“How can you even look at me?”
She smiled.
“How old are you?  Really?”
“Older than you think,” she answered.

Another silence.  Morris took a deep breath.  “You know…  people say that young people think their immortal.  Well…  everybody thinks their immortal.  When you’re 16 you think you’ll be 16 forever.  When you’re 32 you think you’ll be 32 forever.  And hon, when you’re 65, you think you’ll be 65 forever.  It never changes.  Nobody thinks they’ll end up like this. But they all do.  Every last one.  It’s like God or something, maybe just an accident of chemistry puts you in the world and you’re just falling, headlong, falling.  And sometimes if you don’t look down you can trick yourself into thinking the ground’s not coming.  But it is and everyday, every hour, every god damn minute you’re getting clos…” He groaned and closed his eyes.

Her hand moved gently up the length of his cock, then down, slowly, gently, stretching his foreskin pleasurably, swelling the bulb of his cock. “Oh, dear God,” he groaned.  “That feels good.  I…” He swallowed.  “I haven’t felt that in years.  I didn’t know it was possible, not since the diabetes.”

“Are you feeling better?”
“Oh God yes,” he groaned.  “I just…  you…  you look so much like my wife when she was young.”
“Is she…”

“She passed away years ago…” he said.  “I haven’t been with a woman since.  I…  what woman would be interested in me?” He groaned when she pulled down on his cock, hard.  “A man takes pleasure in women.  It doesn’t have to be sex.  But a man likes to know a woman notices him.  Women are such beautiful creatures.  Dear God, when I was a soldier, sometimes I made love every night.  Every night was a different woman.  I had two women.  Two?  Oh hell, who cares now.  I had three women, Angie.  Me.  I could go all night.  Life, you know?  I don’t regret a bit of it.  I was just living. I was enjoying life.  I never hurt anyone.  We were -all- enjoying life.  Nobody was ever hurting anyone else.  We were just having fun, but there’s always somebody trying to tell you its wrong.  Don’t ever let anyone tell you that you can’t enjoy life.  Just don’t hurt anyone, then it’s nobody’s business what you do…”

He arched, the pleasure building as she continued to stroke him.  “Ummm….”

“That’s how I lived my life.  I never let anything get in my way.  But this…” He paused.  “I’m sick of this.  I’m sick of this!” He grunted out loud.  A small spurt of semen slicked the young woman’s hand and pooled at the base of his cock.  But he hadn’t cum.  “Jesus,” he panted.  “I haven’t felt that in years.  You’re a witch.  You know, when I was 13, all I had to do was say the word “girl” and I had a brick in my pants.  When you walked in here.  When I watched you, it was like that…” He groaned again.

“It’s normal,” Angie answered.  “Your body knows what it needs.”

He watched her, lifting his head from the pillow as she lowered her head over his cock, and licked the cum from the round nub of his cock.  He groaned again, loudly.  He pushed his pelvis toward.  She was so beautiful. He watched her lips, her perfect young lips, close around the end of his cock.  She was sucking him.

“You know,” he groaned.  “My wife would never…  uhh…  do that.  The most risque thing she ever…  ever did was get a tattoo…  She was drunk…” He paused to watch her head move up and down.  Her eyes were closed.  He knew he would cum soon.  “She was drunk…  and she went to a tattoo parlor.  She just wanted an angel on the small of her back.  Angela Morris they were supposed to write; then a tattoo of an angel…  But she was drunk and…” He laughed despite himself, despite the pleasure threatening to pulse in his groin.  “They must have misunderstood her or maybe she was too drunk to talk.  But they spelled her name wrong.  What could she do?  In those days you couldn’t remove a tattoo…”

The young woman lifted her head.  He groaned.  The head of his cock glistened.

“What was her name?”
“Angela.”
The young woman smiled.  “You must have really loved her.”
“I did.”

Then the girl leaned forward, and they kissed.  Her lips were smooth and moist.  He couldn’t return her kiss.
“It’s OK,” she said.  “You’re huge.  You’re a big man.”
“I…” He faltered.  “Why are you doing this?  Do you run home and tell all your girlie friends about this?” He began to shake.  “What are you?  What kind of a little tramp…  what are you doing?”

She lifted the bottom of her skirt above her knees and put one knee on the mattress, then straddled him, letting her skirt fall.  She put a finger on his lips.  She waited, gazing at him.

Silence.
“I’m sorry…” he finally said, quietly.  “Please…”

She took his hands, threaded his fingers with her own, and slowly lowered herself.  He couldn’t see but he felt the lips of her sex pressed against the bulb of his cock, then give way.  She gasped, loudly, but continued to lower herself.  Her mouth opened and she glanced downward as more of him pushed upward inside her, opening her, filling her.  Then she gazed at him, brows knitted as the lips of her opening stretched around base of his cock, the end of him somewhere in her slender waist.

“It’s huge,” she gasped, breathing unsteadily.
“Fuck it,” he said, his own breath faltering.
She smiled, a broad smile.
“Go ahead,” he growled.  “Ride it.  Fuck it.”

And she did.  She began moving up and down, never taking her eyes from his.  She exhaled with every deep impalement, her breath in time with her thrusts.  “This is a baby maker,” she gasped.  “I can feel it deep…  I can’t think.”

“You know…” he groaned.  “I think I made love six times with my wife. I…  we had six children.  After…  after the sixth, she lost interest. She didn’t want sex anymore.  None of it.  And you know…” He paused, gasping with pleasure.  To feel a woman again!  Like velvet!  So soft!  The warmth!  Her grace!  The heat of her around his penis!  “You know…  that was hard.  But I loved her…  I never cheated on her.  Not once.  Me!  Me of all men.  I never cheated on her…”

“You…  you must have…” She gasped.  “Loved her very much.”

“I did.”

The young woman leaned forward as she continued to slide up and down the length of him, and she licked the moisture from his eyes.  Then she sat back up and brought his hands to her breasts.  She helped him to unbutton her top.  His stiff and swollen joints moved awkwardly.  Button by button her top opened and slipped to her sides.  She was beautiful and slender.  Her nipples were swollen and he thought he could almost see his own girth in her flat belly, above the waistband of her skirt.

The bed whined.  His hand had moved down to the controls.  The top of the mattress slowly lifted him up.  The young woman smiled and lowered her breasts to his mouth.  He sucked and felt a small spasm.  Wetness oozed from their joining.  The pleasure of her almost overwhelmed him.

“Yes,” she said.

Morris leaned his head back into the pillow and she straightened again. “Turn around,” he said “And lift your skirt, I want to see your ass.”
She smiled again, the smile that made his cock ache.  She lifted one knee, then the other, turned and never let his cock escape from her soft embrace.  Tight.  She glanced back at him and lifted her skirt.  Now he could see.  Her ass was beautiful.
“Flawless,” he groaned as he watched her slide up and down the length of him.  Now he could see the lips of her sex stretched tightly round the stem. He was glistening with her wetness and some of his own cum.  It had been so long.

Her hips were so smooth.  Her skin was so smooth.  Her muscles were firm. Young.  He groaned aloud.  “Are you on the pill?” he asked.
“Do I need to be?”
“Oh yes,” he growled.

“I’m ready,” she answered and she arched her back and opened her legs, still sliding up and down, slowly, deeply, pressing against him when she plunged (the whole of him inside her) rising until just the kiss of her lips closed at the tip of his cock, then opened again as she plunged.  She exhaled.  He groaned.  He wanted to see more.

He reached, grasped her top at the shoulders.  Clumsily, but he grasped them.  She glanced back at him, gazing at him.  He lowered her top, drunk with the sinuous indentation of her spine, the smooth muscles above and below her shoulder blades.  The top fell to her waist – so narrow.  Her eyes fluttered.  “Are you going to come?” she whispered.

He pulled the top down.  “Oh dear God!” His voice cracked.

“Yes.” She said.
He gazed at the tattoo.  Angelus Mortis.  And there, the angel holding a scythe.  “It’s you…”
“It’s time,” she said.

“You made me feel like a man again,” he whispered.
“You always were.”
“I missed you so much.”
“Let go.”

He shouted.  And he did.

:Will Crimson
November 25, 2009

My short story “Frosted Glass,” a surreal erotic retelling of the “Snow Queen” fairy tale, has been accepted by Cleis Press for the anthology Fairy Tale Lust coming out 2010 in the UK.

The London Evening Standard has an article on fairy tales, erotica, and fairy tale erotic anthologies, including Fairy Tale Lust. Read it here.

Bella always had an unique relationship wit her daughter. They were more friends than mother and daughter.  So it was really no surprise when she received the most unusual wedding gift–porn.

Bella shook her head and almost fell into hysterics about seeing the vintage Lust of Blackula porn.  She didn’t know whether to toss the DVD in the garbage or continue in her fits of laughter.  But she knew Maria was going to ask if she watched the porn at some point.  Wiping the tears of laughter from her eyes, Bella figured she might as well keep the god-forsaken gift. It could’ve been worse. Little did Maria know the DVD created an unforgettable evening with Bella and her new husband. There was nothing hotter than fucking doggystyle on the kitchen counter…

Despite what people liked to argue and discuss, there is only one goal people have in mind when they watch porn: getting off and getting off quickly. No one watches it for the dialogue, wardrobe (or lack thereof) and no one gives a damn about the plot. But Bella wasn’t your typical porn voyeur, oh no. she only watched the classic porn that had a storyline that justified the fucking. She was the atypical porn viewer. Maria thought she was just plain weird. It’s one thing to know your mother was into porn; it’s a different can of worms to know she’s into a certain type. Maria felt silly thinking all porn was the same.

Bella stared at the DVD for an additional minute and quickly took it out. She might as well get some use of it, she thought. If there were corny porn movies, Lust of Blackula was definitely the crème de la crème of them all. The acting was nothing short of atrocious and Bella was pretty sure there was no storyline. But as she watched the cheesy porn video, Bella discovered something about the porn that wasn’t so bad—the fucking. The women were beautiful and had delicious snatches. The men were hung and had thick cocks. And the sex scenes were off the chain. Lots and lots of close up of hard cocks moving inside of tight and wet pussies. Bella already decided she was going to employ one particular scene over dinner.

Dimitri came home to an amorous setting. Candles were lit. Incense burned. Champagne was chilled. He turned a corner to find Bella on the kitchen counter wearing a lace teddy and thigh-high stockings, casually sipping champagne. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she said seductively.

Dimitri didn’t have to ask what she meant before his clothes were on the floor. He stood in between her soft thighs and watched her as she fed him a strawberry. “Wanna do me on the counter?” She whispered.

Bella pushed Dimitri away and moved her legs to the counter. She got down on all fours and spread her legs so they were parallel to her arms. She then turned around and winked to her husband. “Are you going to fuck me or do I have to get off by myself?”

Dimitri didn’t have to wait to get his cock hard before he mounted the counter. He kneeled behind his wife and slid his cock inside her tight pussy. He didn’t wait for her to adjust to his size as he began fucking her in a furious rhythm. His balls slapped her pussy lips, making them glisten with her juices. Dimitri then reached over and tickled Bella’s clit with a free hand. Bella tried to keep her orgasm under wraps but her body wouldn’t let her. She began to shake and was finding it hard to keep her grip on the counter. She erupted in a soft cry as her body orgasmed, cumming all oer her husband’s cock. Dimitri sped up his pace faster and pulled out, shooting his load on the small of Bella’s back.

Coming down from their high, the couple washed up and ordered pizza for dinner. Bella casually mentioned to Dimitri that she needed to thank her daughter for the wedding gift. He agreed.

I was watching Oprah (my favorite show) the other day and the topic for that day was women using porn and erotica.  According to the show, it has been reported 1/3 of consumers of online porn are women.  That is a huge number of consumers.  I believe a lot  of it has to do with the internet.  Women doesn’t have to go to an adult store to purchase their porn or toys anymore.  They can do it from the privacy of their own home.  Women like me who loves porn and toys can discreetly purchase the items online and not worry about who is going to see or judge me.

Another reason might be due to the fact that porn has gotten better.  Yes, you heard me right.  It has gotten better.  Some are actually produced for women by women.  The porn looks and feel different.  It is no longer just “Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma’am”; there is a story line  now.  It can even be romantic!

Oprah also interviewed Violet Blue, a sex columnist from The San Francisco Chronicle who suggests you do a little online research if you are intimidated by porn.  Violet also says that once you find the porn or erotica that you like, it can benefit you and your partner.