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Room Service
Erica Daniels was dead tired, and all she wanted was a hot shower and a good nights sleep. A full day of meetings with designers and financial officers had left her totally spent. She always hated coming to New York, not only because of the endless traffic jams, but because it always seemed like every thing was fast, fast, fast with never an opportunity to just take it easy. At least she was in a nice hotel with room service - the last thing she felt like doing was fighting her way through a restaurant crowd.
She picked up the phone and dialed ‘8′. In a few seconds she was being connected with the kitchen where she ordered a Caesar Salad and a hamburger rare.
“Twenty minutes,” she replied, “good, I’m famished!”
With twenty minutes before her food was to arrive, Erica had just enough time to take her shower. She stripped off her clothes and started the water running, testing it periodically to see if it was the correct temperature. When she was satisfied that it was, she stepped under it and let the needle like jets massage her aching muscles. The combination of drowsiness and the hot water beating down on her breasts caused her vagina to dampen in sexual anticipation. She really wished that she had a steady sexual partner, but with her job taking up most of her time, she never really had much of a chance to meet anyone.
Another problem - at least in her eyes - was that although she was attractive, she was a little bit overweight and extremely self conscious about her body. As the water cascaded over her tired body, her hand dropped between her legs and found her hard clit waiting impatiently for some attention. She was just about to begin a quick masturbatory session when she heard a knock on her door and the voice of a young man calling out, “Room service”
Erica reluctantly turned off the shower, put on her robe, and went to answer the door.
“Just put it on the table,” Erica ordered the waiter, while she looked through her purse for a couple of dollars for a tip.
As she fumbled around inside her pocket book, she didn’t even notice that the top of her robe had slipped open revealing her breasts and her erect nipples. When she finally looked up, she could see that he was boldly staring directly at her boobs, not even making a pretense of being embarrassed.
He was taking a real chance, but after sizing up the situation he opined directly, “Nice tits, baby, wanna let me see the rest of you?”
Erica was totally flabbergasted not only at his directness, but that she could feel her pussy moistening, despite his insolent manner.
“Thank you, no,” she stammered, “and I’ll be reporting you to your superiors about this incident.”
As he went to leave, Erica had second thoughts and called him back. As he turned she opened her robe, giving him a better view of her body. He smiled, and then with almost lightning speed his hand snapped out and jerked the robe off her body exposing her to his hungry eyes.
“Oh, baby,” he said, “you gotta let Tommy have some of that pussy!!!”
He moved towards her ,and with his hands, cupped her breasts and lifted a nipple to his lips and sucked on it greedily. A long moan from deep in her throat was all the invitation he needed to press his advantage and push Erica on to the bed, spreading her legs wide apart.
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Breakfast in Bed
No better way to start your day than to have breakfast in bed…sultry style. After all, breakfast IS the most important meal of the day!
All By Myself Alone
I miss you. I can’t sleep. The bed seems so empty without you next to me. There’s no use in trying to force myself to sleep, so I sit up and light a cigarette.The roses you sent me yesterday are in full bloom. Their fragrance somehow makes me feel a little less lonely. I’m wearing my green satin teddy, you know, the one that laces up the front, the one that you love. Do you remember the last time I wore it? When we made that hot, hot video and then made the most wonderful, passionate love? I can’t wait till you’re home. I need to try and get some sleep.
Lying back down, I look over at the roses and my thoughts drift back to last night. We made love, enough to last us until your return. Only, it wasn’t enough. Remembering it just gets me horny for you. My hands involuntarily go to my breasts, and my nipples begin to harden under the satin. I love the feel of this teddy, and slowly glide my hands over it. Returning to my breasts, I run my thumbs over my nipples, and gently pinch them. They’re getting harder and I want to feel your mouth on them, your tongue swirling it’s way around, your teeth gently scraping.
Slowly untying the ribbon on my teddy, I slide my hands inside. My skin feels so hot. Covering my breasts with my hands, I knead them firmly, but gently. They feel so good. Lifting one breast to my mouth, my tongue encircles my nipple, coaxing it to get even larger still. Sucking it sends tingles right between my legs, and I can feel myself moistening. My pussy involuntarily contracts.
Gliding my hands down my stomach, I slide the teddy down over my hips and kick it off my legs. I can no longer take my time; my pussy is throbbing, crying out for attention. My hands move between my legs, lingering for just a moment on my heart-shaped red patch that you so lovingly designed for me. The contrast of feeling it and then my smooth shaved lips is exciting me even more. My hand remains on my outer lips, delighting in their softness, until slowly, deliberately, I spread them apart.
My finger slides deep inside and I squeeze it tight. God, how I wish it was your cock. Slippery with my juices, I run my finger lightly over my clit and it hardens under my touch. Slightly spreading two fingers, I run them along either side of my clit and into my hole. In and out, again and again, each time bring more of my nectar out with them. Each time pressing tighter against my clit.
I’m at the edge and I can’t hold back any longer. Using both hands I spread my pussy wider and using one finger, I press hard on my clit, stroking it, rolling it harder and faster as I feel the waves begin. My body tenses, hips rising, all feeling centered on my pussy and the floodgates open. With each contraction, my pussy ejaculates a stream of my sweet honey. I’m cumming the way you love. A river running into my hands and flooding the bed. Two fingers slip deep inside me, and I fuck myself hard with them, while my thumb continues working on my clit. Again and again my body tenses, and each time brings another gush of hot juice onto my hand, another scream of pleasure from my lips. Until I finally become so swollen, so sensitive, that I can’t bear even the slightest touch.
My hand rests on the outside of my pussy, holding it, soothing it until it calms. Gradually, my heartbeat and breathing return to normal. Rolling over, I grab your pillow and scrunch it up against me. I am sated, content and sleep will soon overtake me. Before I drift into alpha stage, though I slide over, away from the area drenched by the deluge. Why didn’t I do this on your side of the bed?
THE END
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Our First Time
David and I had been dating for a month. We had been getting into some hot and heavy make out sessions, but we still hadn’t had sex and I was ready to cross that bridge. I planned on cooking him a romantic dinner and then leading him into my bedroom for a night of romantic lovemaking. Somehow, the evening didn’t quite turn out that way.
He arrived early with a bottle of wine. I told him to open the wine while I was cooking. As I came around the counter to get my wine, he grabbed me and kissed me passionately. I almost came just from the kiss.
I had been horny as hell all day just thinking about tonight and his kiss set the fires blazing.
I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. Running his thumbs over my nipples, they hardened under his touch. His hands roamed all over me, sending sparks everywhere they touched. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, kissing my exposed skin as he did.
Taking his face in my hands I kissed him lovingly, then guided his mouth to my aching nipples. He kissed and sucked my nipples while slipping my jeans down.
His hands found their way between my legs.“Oh baby,” he breathed. “You’re so wet. I have to taste your pussy.” He laid me down on the kitchen bench top, my hot pussy right at his mouth. He slowly ran his tongue along my slit, making me quiver. Spreading my lips he licked and nibbled my clit. That was the first time I’d felt his mouth on my pussy and I loved it. His talented tongue was driving me over the edge.
“Oh God, YES!” I cried out. “I’m gonna cum David, I’m cumming for you baby.”
He moaned into my pussy and sucked harder. I erupted like a geyser. My juices flowed into his mouth and all over his face. I turned around and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue. You made me so hard, baby” he said. “That’s just what I want to do.” I said as my hand stroked his hard cock.
Sliding off the counter, I got on my knees in front of him. I leaned him against the counter and took his cock into my mouth. I could taste his precum as I sucked on the head. My wet mouth was sliding up and down his dick, licking and sucking him greedily. He was running his hands through my hair, pulling it slightly. I loved the taste of him, but my pussy was throbbing.
I took him deep and sucked him hard, and then looking up at him, I said “ David, I have to have you inside me, please fuck me baby.”
He lifted me onto the counter and slowly slid his hard cock into me. It felt just as good as I hoped it would. He was taking his time but I wanted more. “More baby,” I said. “Fuck my pussy hard.” That’s all he needed to hear.
He started ramming his cock into me fast and hard. I couldn’t stop cumming. We fucked all over the kitchen until we were spent. “This isn’t exactly the way I had our first time planned.” I said kissing him. “Oh really?” He smiled. “What did you have in mind?” “Sit down and have dinner first.” I said grinning. “You’re going to need your strength.”
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Creamy Fun
Cream turns me on.
Luscious, smooth, thick, thick cream. Dollops of it. Bowlfuls of it, oozing, running, flowing. A lusty indulgence, a sinful luxury in a non-fat, low-carb, aspartame-flavored world, a plethora of tasty sensuality poured out and consumed hungrily. Even the word cream is lustrous. It lives quietly in the mouth, a breathy utterance that ends in a smile. It evokes the texture and taste and the gentle, velvety richness. You know how much I love cream, how I want to be creamed up, over and on. You indulge me in this. You love it too.
You seduced me with poetry on cream-textured paper, enticed me with your cream-colored tie. At dinner you fed me chocolate pudding, but it was just an excuse to pour thick, yellowish, Jersey cream all over the dark, sticky sweetness. I licked the spoon and laughed. Today you are making love to me in a cream-colored room. Your kisses are full, open and urgent. We both taste of dessert and desire. You undress me quickly yet carefully, my nipples jutting out with lust, my pussy throbbing with need.
You push me gently back on the bed, urging my legs open and running light fingertips across my creamy white thighs. I rest against cream-colored cotton sheets, soft with use and welcoming against my skin. I imagine that the bed is a bowl of cream and I am floating in it, surrounded by soft, silky lushness. You have placed a silver jug of pure cream by the bed. Now you hold it above my prone body with a mischievous smile, one corner of your mouth turned up with glee. You tilt the jug but don’t allow the contents to spill just yet. This is a moment of power, a moment where you know I’m trembling, waiting for you.
At last the slow, fluid cascade begins, and cool cream hits my warm belly, sliding leisurely down my sides and leaving goosebumps in its wake. Soon your hot tongue is against my flesh, licking me clean, erasing the creamy chaos and creating a new, fresh canvas, ready for more. We pause while you pour cream into my waiting, open mouth. It coats my 
tongue, rests pleasantly against my teeth, and flows down my throat effortlessly.
You produce a can of sweetened whipped cream and decorate my breasts with a flourish. Suddenly I’m a naked cupcake, a fleshly dessert topped with white spirals of succulence, ready to be devoured, Your tongue once again makes light work of me, and I shiver. I imagine that the bed is a bowl of cream and I am floating in it…
The ice-cream surprises me. It’s the expensive kind, the pure vanilla sort made with real cream. The sudden chill against my clitoris jolts me into stiffness, but I melt as your hot mouth covers my cunt and sucks it clean, your tongue swirling against my throbbing bud, finding the cherry amid the sundae.
Soon you are covering my pussy with more cream from the silver jug and licking me like a cat devouring a bowlful of milk. I’m writhing, panting, exuberant with pleasure, the creamy taste lingering in my mouth mixed with the flavor of passion. I cum in your mouth, my body engulfed in a wave of white, smooth ecstasy. The spasms have barely died before you’re fucking me, furiously, desperately, your cock driving hard into my cunt and igniting further explosions of pleasure.
You cum, your own cream spurting into me, filling me like a perverted eclair, adding the final touch to the wanton creamy creation lying prone on the bed. We lay together on the messy, stained, cream-colored sheets, languid and sated, our bellies full and our hearts happy. Sleep beckons. The jug of leftover cream sits abandoned on the bedside table, but it doesn’t matter. There’s plenty more in the fridge.
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By the Campfire
Simone took several deep breaths of the cool night air with satisfaction. The stars were out, and the night was unusually warm. Crickets chirped conspiratorially, sharing their own secrets, oblivious to the human intruders in their midst. Surprisingly for this time of year, they were alone at the campsite. It was just her and Gavin, both of them thrilled to have the place to themselves, surrounded by the towering trees of the forest, snug within the circle of light from the glowing fire. They’d hiked several miles that day, bathed by a waterfall and shared a simple evening meal. They’d said few words all day, each comfortable in the other’s company and not fearful of silence.
Now Gavin emerged from the tent and spread his beloved and extremely scruffy “bear rug” on the ground by the fire. Grinning, he sat on it and patted the empty space beside him. “Saved a spot for you.” Simone returned his smile, a blossom of gratitude erupting in her stomach. She’d been alone so long, and finally, finally, she’d found someone that was right. They’d been together for nearly a year now, and every day he found a new way to make her smile. She couldn’t remember ever being so totally in tune with another person, and she still found herself feeling like the luckiest woman in the world. She loved the way he had three sugars in his coffee. She admired his passionate love of nature. She found his tattoos positively rebellious. And she couldn’t get enough of his beautiful, strong body.
Now his muscular arms were reaching for her, and she was enveloped in an embrace like coming home. His kisses were gentle and loving at first, but soon they became more urgent. He began kissing her neck, on the spot that always made her shiver, and she giggled at the sensation. His fingers were pulling at her shirt buttons, easing their way past her bra and tweaking her rapidly hardening nipples. She did her own exploring, wriggling her hand into his pants and grasping his hard cock.
Before long they were both naked. Simone silently thanked whatever fortuitous circumstances had caused everyone else to stay away. It was such a rare thing to be nude like this, completely exposed under the stars without a care as to who might be looking. Gavin lay on his back and beckoned her to him. They kissed again, skin against skin, his breath soft in her mouth. She imagined they were the only two people in the world, Adam and Eve, alone in the flickering light of the fire. “I want to taste you,” he said, licking his lips and smiling. Simone obliged, straddling his face and lowering her pulsing, wet pussy onto his mouth. She loved the idea of smothering him with her juices, of his whole world becoming her cunt. Explosions of pleasure blasted upwards through her body as he applied himself, swirling, licking and sucking at her folds and clit. Her orgasm was rapid, and immensely satisfying.
Sex Swing
Katie knew that Pete had bought her something big for her birthday but she hadn’t expected… this.
“There, baby, what do you think?” he’d said, smiling slyly. “More interesting than flowers, wouldn’t you say?”
She’d opened her eyes to discover he’d installed a sex swing in the corner of their back room. The black harness was fixed firmly to the ceiling by a hook and hung on a spring above a mattress. The back support and stirrups were made of a soft, inviting fabric.
After the initial shock, Katie began to think of the possibilities. Her pussy clenched in response. She’d always liked the idea of a sex swing. They seemed like the ultimate decadence, something owned by people who threw orgies and fucked each other three times a day. People who were passionate enough about sex to install major equipment and put holes in their ceiling.
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18th Century Erotica
It’s exactly how you wanted it. The king size bed is voluptuously covered with real silk sheets. Candles provide a warm glow to the room, and the air is balmy against your skin. You’re wearing next to nothing. Long satin gloves clothe your arms. Your firm breasts are bare. More silk covers your legs; the white stockings end at your thighs, framing your open cunt. You feel inexorably gorgeous. A well muscled male waiter, wearing nothing but a pair of tight shorts and a bow tie, brings in a glass of champagne. You take it like a queen, and sip, letting the bubbles tingle against your wet tongue. "Bring them in," you command.
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