Sexy Scribe

After the thrilling kiss and the makeup you presented me, how long could I be mad at you? It was stupid even for me to get mad at something so stupid. And the sweetness and love you showed me warms my heart even more. So later that night, after eating steak, I toasted for you, and wine I bought especially for tonight, I hold you close to me, looking deep into your eyes, into your soul. Seeing the sweetness that is there, I hold you near me, my hands on your breads pushing them firmly, with passion. By pressing my lips upon yours, my tongue by seeking your tongue, by seeking your soul. As our mouths melt, I let my hands pick up your jeans and push them down. Oh, Carol, your skin is so soft, so hot. I can feel your warmth getting in your panties. My fingers trace your wet slit through your panties, pressing them into you gently, ginger, with love. You moan in my mouth and start moving your hips in time with my finger. Baby, you’re so sexy… You move your hands from my ass to the front of my jeans and you can feel the passion I have for you there. So swollen and so hard to touch, you help me free my hard cock and lower my jeans and underwear on the floor. I’m hard and in your hand while you hit me back and forth, while I rub my fingers up and down your slit on the outside of your panties. Wanting to feel you, I put your panties’ leg aside and sip my finger in your wet heat… oh my love… so wet and so hot… I run my finger forward in your wet valley of femininity, feeling you’re moving. I’m so glad to see you’re excited about my actions, and I think I’m getting even harder in your hand. We are trapping each other with such a passion for heat that burns with an inexhaustible flame. Soon our lips separate and we look again in our eyes. Our thoughts do not need words, we know other desires. I reluctantly move my fingers from your hot cave and put them on my lips, licking the sweet cream that gathered there. You at the same time move my hard stick and place it at the entrance of your pussy. You rub the tip up and down, imitating the action my fingers were doing on you. Our eyes are closed to each other, and our breathing is erratic because the feeling is so intense.

Last Friday night I was at my good friend Larry’s, I had a few beers and I was watching a movie. His wife Lynn went out with some of her work friends. Around eleven o’clock, we just finished the movie and went to a poker program on ESPN.

Lynn walked a few minutes later and it was obvious that she felt no pain. Clearly, his evening with the girls had cost him a lot. Larry, Lynn and I are old and dear friends, so we talked for a while about what was happening in our lives.

My company put me at the Wentworth Hotel for my class, very nice of them I thought. My class was just around the corner, twenty of us being introduced to a new computer program that was supposed to be the best in the world at that time. The majority of my peers were simply not my kind their lives seemed to revolve around their work, I enjoyed my work but I had other interests. By the end of the first week, I was missing Peter my husband, I was also missing sex being highly sexual that was something I found difficult to do without. Saturday I spent a little shopping and visiting, one thing I didn’t want to do was hang out with the rest of the class crew. That night, I put on a new dress that I bought that day, black, low waist, short and she tied me like another skin. I didn’t bother with the stockings my tan looked pretty good all by itself, just a few nice high-heeled court shoes to finish the look. I had dinner at the hotel restaurant before moving into the cocktail bar, it must have been popular because it was quite crowded. I sat at the bar and ordered a Daiquiri, looking around the room, I noticed one or two attractive guys who quite seduced me. There was also one or two other wives, well dressed obviously with their husband or boyfriend, I seemed to be the only one on their own. I was thinking about finishing my drink and leaving when the bartender put another Daiquiri in front of me.

About six years ago, I made a trip to a resort sponsored by my employer. I had heard countless stories of people, married people and others, finding sexual adventures there.

The resort was on a beach in California and was very picturesque. Three same-sex employees were accommodated in the housing units. Our trip lasted 3 days and 2 nights. While I was flirting with any woman I thought might be interested at a distance. Our group consisted of women of different racial and ethnic backgrounds. Being single, I felt I had nothing to lose.

It was our last hooray before the summer break of my second year of college. My sorority sisters and I were working and we were pretty close to alcohol when Becky suggested we hit a Monty Canadian strip club. Well, being a little drunk, we all agreed and crossed the Canadian border from Rouses Point, New York. Upon arrival, we found seats near the front at the stage. A big blonde with breasts shook her property for everything they were worth and the more tip that we put the more she danced for us. There was a sign on the wall saying:

One of my best friend’s mothers is about 42 or 43 years old and is absolutely beautiful. She has about 5’ 7", with long smooth legs, and perfect breasts that are not too big not too small. They’re natural, so they look perfect. She’s the typical blonde soccer mom everyone wants to fuck in the neighborhood. She is a gardener and takes care of her bushes in front of her house and her gardens in the garden.

My husband has always been naughty in the room and wants to try new things. We lived in Germany when he was in the army and had watched many different types of sex movies. One night in the bedroom after watching videos, we lay down on the bed… He started eating my pussy. It was great as usual, but he suggested something totally out of the wall-he asked me if I thought I’d like 2 guys doing me at the same time. It sounded so far from the wall that I hit him, and I told him, “No, you’re out of your mind… but deep in my mind, it kind of excited me. He stopped talking about it from there and we just did our thing… sex as usual.

Sitting in my garden, drinking a cold beer, the door rings. I get up, I answer only to find a shimmering blonde with sparkling green eyes, standing in my door. I feel a climb in my pants!

“Is the lady of the house there?” she said softly.

“No, but what can I do for you?” I’m answering.

“My name is Fawn, I’m the new Avon Lady, I just wanted to introduce myself.”

Danny woke up slowly. Like him, his hand found his dick. As usual, he was inflated and hard. He started slowly hitting his huge, long penis foot as he wondered what the day would bring. It was his eighteenth birthday and his mother promised him a surprise for his birthday, but he couldn’t imagine what it could be.

But just her thought made her cock lurch threatening. He had recently begun to have very indecent thoughts about his mother. He felt disgusted that he could even think of her in his way of thinking, but he could not.

Just before the holidays, I received a call from an old friend, Hans, who is a major player in the business world. It brought together a special group and end of year for very powerful Asian businessmen. The party missed something he told me, and it was a special entertainment! He wanted Stella to join them this weekend that he hosted on a small Caribbean island. She was excited and nervous, but the plans were made, and she was picked up one Thursday night by a limo who drove her to a private airport where she joined Hans for a flight on that island’s corporate jet. He didn’t give him any of the details of who was going to be there or what was going to be done, but he had the limousine driver giving me an envelope that contained complete details just so I could follow and he also assured me that she would call and someone would email me often to keep me in the loop in real time with everything that was happening.