“You’ve been a bad girl.” He towered over me. I nervously went to take a sip from my glass, but he took it from me before it reached my lips. After setting the wine on the bedside table, he pulled me to him roughly, his hands pressed into my lower back. This kiss this time was more forceful, more urgent. At first, our tongues intertwined, but then he pulled back, our lips barely touching, making me strain to press my lips to his. He was in control of the situation, and I was in trouble. Just the way I like it. His hands slid down my back and over my butt, and he grabbed it forcefully, wadding the fabric up in his hands. My dress was quickly pulled over my head and off and thrown into the corner of the room. He lifted his lips away from mine and kissed down my chin, under my ear, down my neck, to my collar bone. Meanwhile, his hands expertly released the hooks on my bra. My heavy breasts pressed the fabric forward and away from my body. His lips followed the strap off of one shoulder and down my arm. Then the bra was tossed in the general direction of my dress. With his hands on my upper arms, he pressed his face into my breasts. First the right, then the left, his mouth encircled my nipple. His teeth pressed into my skin with a large but gentle bite, while his tongue circled around with the added occasional flick. Then with some suction, he dragged his teeth over my skin and bit the nipple before drawing away. His hands moved from my arms to my shoulders, and he pushed me down to the floor. The tip of his hard cock trailed over my body as I descended, and it sprung up in front of my face. I did not start sucking as he had done with Mr. Calloway. Instead of immediately taking his cock in my mouth, I went to his balls first. Kissing them, licking them, I cupped them in my hand and pressed my middle finger at the base. Normally I would kiss my way up his shaft, but he was too impatient for that now. He put his hand on the back of my head and made a fist, grabbing a handful of hair. My head bobbed back and forth under his control as he fucked my mouth. His cock filled my mouth with a silkiness, but I made an effort not to gag when it forced its way down my throat. With all the excitement, I thought surely he would cum soon. I was wrong. Instead, he yanked my head back and pulled me to my feet. His hands pressed into my back again, firmly pushing my breasts into his bare chest. He put his lips next to my ear and said, “I’m going to fuck you just as your Mr. Calloway fucked me. And there is nothing you can do about it.” He grabbed my arm, spun me around, and pushed me forcefully onto the bed. I heard him pick up the oil. His hand slid down my stomach and his fingers spread around my clit, and he used that to grip my hip and pull me into standing. My legs were locked with my ass in the air, while my head stayed buried in the covers. His other hand reached between my thighs and spread my legs apart. I stiffened and waited for the feeling of the oil dripping down my crack. It didn’t come. Everything stood still for a moment. His fingers didn’t move over my clit, and his other hand didn’t touch me at all. I felt the movement of his body and knew what was coming a split second before it happened. As soon as I had begun to wonder what the stillness was about, his open hand smacked my buttcheek with a painful slap. And then again, slowly, deliberately, another blow was dealt to the other cheek. “In addition,” he said, with another smack, “you disobeyed me.” Smack! Smack! Suddenly, his hand was in my hair again, and he pulled me up to a standing position. He put the half full glass of wine in front of me. “Finish it.” I drained the glass. He pushed my head back into the bed. I stiffened, expecting the next spank, but it didn’t come. Instead, as I expected earlier, he deliberately poured the oil over my ass. It dripped between my cheeks, then between my lips and down my inner thigh, although I couldn’t confirm that all of that was just oil. His hands went to work rubbing it in, making sure I was well coated. A finger massaged its way around my asshole, teasing, tempting to go in. I took a deep breath and focused on relaxing, arching my back and raising my butt high in the air to make it more accessible. For my efforts, I unexpectedly got another series of smacks. By being off guard, it made them sting more. I lost my footing and collapsed onto the bed. My lover again reached between my legs, teased me by coming so close yet so far away from my clit, and pulled me to my feet again. “Also,” he said while his finger went back to work, slowly circling it’s way into my ass, “How do you know Mr. Calloway?” He plunged his middle finger in several time before quickly removing in and delivering a few more blows to my cheeks. He continued to alternate between smacks and fingers, giving my poor pussy and clit no attention whatsoever. Once my butt was sufficiently warmed, instead of fingers, it was his cock he slipped in this time. The head pried me open wider and wider, when I thought that it would surely be in all the way, it spread me even more. Finally, with a pop, the ridge passed my sphincter, and his cock began to fill me. My pussy ached from the lack of attention. Yet even as he drove himself into my ass, I felt the orgasm swell up within me. He pulled his cock completely out, then plunged it back in again, never letting me get acclimated to the rhythm, delaying my release. Finally, he sunk himself into me to the hilt and held steady. My muscles involuntarily contracted against him, tightening and loosening against my lover’s cock. He leaned over me, his bare torso completely connecting with my back, and as he came into my ass, he whispered in my ear, “Thank you.”
Only God can make a tree In the early evening, a storm approaching, we open the window and feel the crisp air fill the room, the sweet smell of a cool humidity, the sudden gusts that precede the calm before the storm, we stand at the window, our frocks billowing in unison, collapsing cleaner and cooler on our skin, the young oak next to the window determined not to bend in the storm, an adolescent imitation of its elders, the lights flicker out, lightning in the distance, the thunder a long time coming, as long as it takes my hand to find your waist, your hip to find my hip, my kiss to find your breast, thunder, eyes wide open, a light kiss in the light breeze, the calm is upon us, we decide to make love. I spread your legs, my chest heaves its thrill, trillions of cubic tons of night air shift their weight, your smile flashes, there is lightning, the tree thrashes a long limb frantically against the window pane, I bend to you, the tree bends too, my penis hovers over your mound, the roots of the tree deep in the earth hold it upright, thunder, my heart beating next to your beating heart, your arms rise, the tree stands tall and straight, you are smiling, the waters of our mouths mingle, the rain falls sudden and warm, your nipples tremble as my kiss nears, the curtains thrust themselves into the room, I am deep inside you, you hold me there, the tree does not bend, the earth is unmoved though wet, the fine mist of blown rain covers my bare back, the storm gathers its intensity, a torrent of water thrown at the window, into the lightless cavern of the interior, a lamp falls but does not break, you knit an expression with your eyes, attentive, serious, clouded by an internal tumult, the storm is furious, but cannot move the earth, water flows in every direction, down from the heavens, down the smallest rill, between your legs, the earth pushes up into me, pushing flowers up into the rain, the raging sky met with beauty rising from the soil, I push deeply into you, give it to me, give it all to me, and you do, I want it, and you give it to me, to yourself, you open to me, your vaginal lips pressing out, wet on my testicles, the kiss of your sex on mine, opening yourself until I come into you and out of you comes beauty, a rainbow between our legs, the storm subsides, I fall limp against you, the rain ends, the roots of the tree hold on tight deep underground, then relax in the moist earth, and I love you, I love you, I love you.
I have been experimenting with writing very short erotic pieces (prose poems might be a good name for them). The following is a fragment from an unpublished novel, but I am wondering if it is possible to publish a great many short pieces and find an audience for them. Bernda is not a misprint. Her mother was dyslexic, and she will be the female lead if the series ever gets produced. [HR][/HR] Bernda and I make love to one another. Make love as in emotional awe, feverish in limb and heart. We speak little, and pass easily from one kiss to another, one caress to another; each of us surprised by the very things we expect. My hand rests on the boundary of her buttock and thigh, hers on my chest with fingers extended into my underarm, then my hand beneath the swell of her breast, hers flat and warm below my belly button, then her fingers on the flesh beneath my scrotum, her index finger at the boundary of that crinkled flesh, her thumb above my penis. She frames my symmetry; her other hand makes warm circles above my pubic hair. I sink into reverie, rise into excitement, passive under her touch, comforted and stimulated. I let my jaw slacken, release tension in all my muscles. I burn brightly. I moan softly. Her mouth, wet and complex, is over mine. I breathe her breaths; we let the looseness of our cheeks accept the penetrations of tongues. I am lost, lost in the forest of the night; her hands clasp my face in a clumsy fever while her hips slide over mine with grace. My lips negotiate their surrender to hers; there is a crease in the smoothness of the sheet. I feel an impulse, no a pulse, a pressure, please, please let me touch you there, help me touch you there, there where I cannot quite reach, no, stop, no don’t stop. An animal roars in the night; there is heat in my loins; it boils in me; it churns and burns inside me then flows like ice and fire down a long channel into you.
[ATTACH=CONFIG]29375[/ATTACH] We knew that he was coming so we had left the door unlocked for him to come in. My wife and I went to bed, naked of course. We wanted to start some foreplay just in between us, but decided to wait and relax as he had instructed us to do. We had some candles and background music playing in the bedroom. We were both laying with our stomach down, touching our hands. I felt drowsy and closed my eyes. I woke up when I felt a shadow coming into the bedroom. He had taken off all his clothes in the living room so he didn't have to make any noise undressing before getting into bed at our feet. He also had already picked up the flask with almond oil from the bathroom. I heard my wife moaning before I felt one of his hand touching my right foot. She loves foot massage. I never had one until now. I lift my head and look back. In the dimmed light I can see he is naked and sporting a semi hard on. He works with both hands switching between my wife's feet and mine. I see him pouring some oils on my wife's back and then he does the same on mine. He slides his body in the middle in between my wife and me while embracing both our backs. Then he gets on his knees and positions himself in between my wife's legs who had been forced to spread hers a little. He works now with both hands on my wife legs, ass and spine. I watch and smile. He is good, my wife can't stop the moaning feeling his strong hands working hard on her ass. He moves now up to her shoulder while leaning all his body over my wife's back. I can't see his hard cock but can imagine it touching my wife's pussy. He presses himself against her. This time she moans loudly. His cock and her pussy must have made some serious contact. He doesn't stop massaging her shoulders while kissing her neck. I watch mesmerized how his body moves up and down, his legs pushing apart my wife's legs. He is definitively inside her. She is now pushing up very slowly, her left hand grabs mine and squeezes it. I can't see her face buried in her pillow, but I can see the two bodies moving at the same pace up and down. He is now touching her ears and she moans even louder. Then he increases the speed and she follows. The dancing massage now focuses on her pussy, the tool is his hard cock. He goes now faster and my wife starts shaking, the prelude to her first orgasm of the night. He doesn't stop but moves even faster. My wife finally screams with pleasure, her body reacting profusely to the climatic sensation. Now he slows down, his dick still deep inside her. Then he stops and allows all his weight rest on her back while kissing her neck. After few minutes of absolute quietness and silence, he lifts himself off her. My wife also moves and turns around on her side looking at me. It's my turn now. He places himself exactly the same way he was before with my wife, kneeling in between my legs, his feet pushing slightly mine forcing me to spread my legs. He starts by putting more oil on my legs and my back. He pours a good amount of oil on my ass, much more than he used on my wife. Then he begings working up my legs. His hands are strong and my muscles can feel their pressure along my legs, first one, then the other. He moves his hands a little further up until they both grab my ass. He does some circling movement while pressing the muscles. Then both hands approach the middle and stretch out both sides of my ass exposing my anus where most of the oil had gone to after he had been massaging the surface of my ass. He moves a little closer and up my body. I can feel his belly on my ass and his hairy chest touching my back. His hands are now working on my upper arms and shoulders. I can feel his warm breath on my neck. I look at my wife for a second. She is smiling and still squeezing my hand. Then it happened, his hard cock touches my anus sending shivers all over my body. He continues massaging my shoulder and now he is softly kissing my neck. Very slowly he slides his body up my back and the pressure of his cock against my anus increases. He murmurs on my ear to relax my body, to let it happen. I'm afraid, I never had a cock before up my ass. But he gently pushes and I decide to let it in. His cock begins a very slow assault, pushing harder until his dick head stretches enough the whole to pop in. I feel the pain and bite the pillow. My wife is squeezing harder my hand. He asks if everything is ok, it's not, of course, it hurts, but at least he is not moving but waiting static until my ass can expand and accommodate this initial intrusion. At least it's well oiled and the lubricant helps when he slowly move up another half inch. The pain begins to recede and a weird pleasurable feeling take it's place. He slides in another inch and now it hurts like never before. His cock is poking some place inside me which wasn't ready. I manage to muffle a scream but he notices and retreats a little. He now leans completely on my back and embraces me with an arm around my chest and the other around my neck, his legs keeping mine apart. I can't move, I'm totally at his mercy. He pushes again this time more carefully and then I feel a shiver on intense pleasure. My prostate is now the focus of his treatment. He slowly increases the pace and even when it's still hurting the pleasure I feel from the prostatic massage is overwhelming. I have read that a man can ejaculate without touching his dick just by having his prostate massaged. But he is not willing to take the risk and moves his arm under my body to grab my soft cock. Now he coordinates his strokes, his cock inside my ass and his hand wrapped around my dick. I don't get hard, the distraction on the other side is too powerful, but he has not intension of leaving my cock in peace, on the opposite, he increases the speed of the strokes while synchronizing the movement of his dick against my prostate. Then I feel the build up and the release of load after load and the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced before. My body is all shaking. He presses harder my cock with his hand while the contractions inside my ass set his cock into an explosion of warm liquid filling in my anus, I can feel his orgasm with very inch of my body, his hand on my dick, his chest on my back, his cock in my ass, now I look at my wife and she is watching us with a mix of curiosity and excitement. I lift a little my head to look at him. He has stopped moving at all, his sweaty body resting entirely on mine. I feel his cook getting soft inside my ass, my wife gets closer and embrace both of us at once. We all finally smile and kiss together. 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