Cold Steam....

She stood in the doorway of her motel room and watched him as he walked down the stars and headed for the jacuzzi. Downing her sixth shot of vodka, she looked at him as he strolled so confidently to his destination, took off his robe, and stepped into the steaming tub of water. The steam off of the water made his tanned muscles shine in the moonlight. He had short, dark blond hair. His face was manly, with a strong jaw line, deep brown eyes, smiling lips, and a small scar above his right eye. "What the hell," she though. "What do I have to lose." She walked down to the hot tub, stood before him, and then she took her blouse off. Her hair was black, and the length flowed all the way down to her ass. Her full breast stood taunt in the cold winter air, her lips were full and sweet, puffing out tiny whirls of smoke into the cold air. She unbuttoned her jeans, bending over to pull them down to her ankles, she seemed to wobble a bit. She had long, defined legs. Her stomach was flat, with just a small rounded mound below her belly-button. The wavy mound covering her clit was trimmed and well cared for, and as he sat there watching her, he began praying that she was alone. She reached over and grabbed up the bottle of vodka that she had brought with her and downed a huge shot of it, then offered over the bottle for him to indulge in. He gladly downed a good portion of the bottle before he handed it back. She smiled over at him, and in the sweetest voice, very bluntly asked him if he wanted to fuck! He about choked. Now this was his kind of women! Then, before he could even speak, she was on top of him, kissing him like she was about to explode and may never get this chance ever again. He wrapped his arm around her back, tangling it with her long, beautiful hair. His hand cupped her breast and he began rubbing her nipple with his thumb. He picked her up with ease and sat her on the side of the jacuzzi, he took her breast into his mouth, caressing the other as he sucked her nipple, licking below the curves of it, running his tongue around the areola, then he switched. Her head rolled back and she moaned, which was all he needed to hear in order to continue. He pulled her legs up over his shoulders and began rubbing her clit with his thumb, and rubbing her ass with his other hand. Then he started licking the place just below the entrance to her sweet, honey hole. She squirmed against him, getting hotter by the second. He then stuck his tongue deeply inside of her and began moving it around inside, taking it in and out, squeezing the cheeks of her ass around in a circular motion as he did. She began hunching against his mouth, riding his tongue, making a sound that was something between singing and moaning. He stuck his fingers inside of her and began making a "come her" motion, pushing her Gspot, forcing her higher and higher, licking her clit, rubbing it between his lips. She reached down and picked up a hand full of water and let it pour down between her breast, rolling down to fill her belly-button, he reached down and licked it out. Her pussy was so wet he could see the pre-cum oozing from the tight little hole. Her Gspot was hard, rounded out like a little button the size of a nickel. When he heard her moans began to be more constant, and higher pitched, he pulled her to him and sat her down right on top of his hard, wanting cock. Now it was his turn to roll his head back. Her sweet pussy was so tight, so damn hot that it took all that he had not to blow it right then. She rode him like she was riding a horse, kissing his lips, running her fingers through his hair and holding on. All that he could do was stick his face between those beautiful titties and nibble on her nipples. Water was splashing all around them and out of the hot tub. Then, just as she started to scream, he covered her lips with his mouth and kept pumping his throbbing cock into her, loving the feeling of her pussy clenching and unclenching against his dick. Then her turned her around and laid her on her stomach against the side of the tub, put his hand on her shoulders, and fucked her until her sweet pussy sucked the cum out of the head of his cock and he was shaking so badly that he didn't think he would be able to move for a week. Then, as suddenly as she had arrived, she turned around, kissed his lips, running her tongue deeply inside of his mouth and then bit his lower lip. With a sweet thanks, she grabbed her clothes, and walked away. Hot damn! He loved this motel!





~Mz_Erotic~

The Chair......

John sat at his desk, frustrated and annoyed to still be working on a project that should have been finished two days ago. He closed his eyes, rolled his neck in a circle stretching out the tense muscles, and allowed his head to fall back into a relaxed position. The soft sound of jazz filled the cool air in the room with a sense of joy and peace. Suddenly the scent of lavender began to fill the room. John turned to see the silhouette of his beautiful wife leaning against the door jam. She had on one of the shirts that he worse with his suites, a pair of bikini styled black satin and lace panties, and a black bra that fit so well that her breast were bulging over the top of it, as if begging to be admired. Slowly, she strolled over to the stereo and turned up the volume. Her voluptuous hips began to sway from side to side, her high rounded ass moving around in circles, she ran her fingers through her long blond hair as she licked her full pouting lips. John began to fidget around his his chair, feeling much warmer than he had a few minutes ago. She seemed to melt in with the music as he watched her dance around the room, coming to the door jam, she began a rocking movement as if she were riding the door jam. John felt as if his tie were going to strangle him as he tried to get it off quickly. Debbie danced to about midway through the room, and then she got down on all fours and began walking toward him, like an exotic cat, her tongue passing over her lips looked hot pink, went, wanting. She finally reached him and began what looked like a climb, until she was standing on her hands and knees, she unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his stomach, his heart began to beat erratically, his palms were sweating. She pulled on his pants and he willingly sat up so that she could take them off. She held them in her hands, rubbing them against her breast, down, down between her legs, her eyes closed as she touched her hot spot, his was wide open, capturing by her every move. She bent over, sucking his ear into her mouth, breathing into it, shivers ran down his spine like an army on the move to battle. She reached down and took his nipple between her teeth, shocking him at first, but then it began to send a wave of heat all throughout his body, little zippers of electricity ran down to his pubic bone, causing his penis to jump. Oh my, she is so damn hot. She licked little circles across his stomach, driving him nearly insane with need. Then her mouth was over the head of his cock, she took it all into her mouth and he was sure he would cum right then and there. She stopped moving, took his scrotum into her tiny hand and began to massage them around, gently squeezing above them, rubbing them with her thumb. John's eyes rolled back into his head, he sighed from the sheer pleasure of it all. Her head began to move up and down, suckling his swollen cock in and out of her mouth so slowly that he swore he could hear it throbbing in his ears. He moaned and grunted, urging her to go faster. He looked down and she had a look of sheer mischievousness in in those wide blue eyes. She stood up, threw her right leg over the arm of his chair, and then the left, and then with the grace of a dancer, she positioned his cock at the mouth of her vagina, and took him inside of her hot, wet, tight little body. He nearly screamed out from the feeling of it. Her insides clenched against his prick like she had never had a man inside of her before. He could feel it grasping and releasing him, then she began to rock them back and forth in the chair, riding him in it as if she sat atop a fine stallion, rocking her hips in a rhythm that caused him to feel drunk with pleasure. He took her bra off with one snap of his fingers, throwing it off to the side, he dove into them as if he were a starving man looking for food to save his life. Licking her large areola around it's edges, watching her nipples as they stood up tall, flicking them with his tongue, and then biting them... one and then the other. He ran his fingers through her hair and then pulled her head down and began to kiss her wet mouth. Sucking her lips into his mouth, causing them to swell even larger, running his tongue around inside of her pretty mouth. Finally he could take no more, he picked her up while she still rode against his hips, he sat her on the edge of his desk and began pumping his throbbing cock in and out of her, watching her beautiful tanned breast bounce up and down in rythem with his strokes. Her head turned from side to side, she was moaning, almost a crying sound, getting louder and louder. She began to play with her right breast, pinching her nipple between her long, slender fingers, rubbing her thumb around the areola, and moaning. "Yes, John, yes, harder, take me, fuck me." she began to scream it. He could feel her insides spasming around him, and he kept pumping into her, harder, harder, faster, deeper...it felt as if the head of his cock came off when he exploded inside if her, shoving himself deeply inside of her hot tunnel, he held her, shaking all over. Finally he picked her up, and carried this beauty queen of his to bed. Work be damned, he was going to make sure that this lovely creature would always know exactly how much he loved her.

~Mz_Erotic~

Sweet Dreams....

It was early spring, still bitter cold outside, and another cold front was on it's way. I was so thankful it was finally Friday, this had been a long, hellish week, and work had been a disaster. The only thing that I heard all week was "Sarah, please help, this is falling apart, Sarah... the copy machine is broken again, we must have more copies of the quarterly agendas, yadda yadda yadda!" I wanted to scream! I finally made my way from the Tram over to the wine shop for a good bottle of Merlot to go with my dinner, and maybe even a bottle of whiskey would be a good idea after this week. After shopping I fought my way through the crowds to my apartment building, nearly getting knocked down by a delivery guy on my way through the door. The ground was covered in snow, everyone was rushing to get home and thaw themselves out, as was I. I managed to get my door open, walked into my apartment, dropped the bag of groceries down on the counter, walked into the living room, took my striker down from the mantle, and lit up the fireplace. I headed over to the closet and took out the heavy blanket that I used to lay on the floor in front of the fireplace, laid it down, then went into my bathroom, stripped my clothes off, and walked into the hot, steamy shower. I felt like my entire body would melt away and flow down the drain I was so exhausted. I just sat there for quite awhile, allowing the hit water to wash away all of this weeks tension, then I took the bottle of vanilla scented body wash, poured a liberal amount on the sponge, and gave myself a fast cleansing. I stepped out of the shower, used my favorite Egyptian cotton towel to dry myself, and sighed as I pulled my black silk nightgown over my head and let it slide down over my breast. I walked into the kitchen and took out the largest wine glass that I had, grabbed the bottle of Merlot, a carton of the Chinese food that Mr. Tsu always had waiting for me every Friday, I walked into the living room, plopped down into my favorite spot on the floor, poured myself a glass of wine, turned on the stereo, and began to eat as I let the sounds from the stereo take me away from the worries of this world, and move me into a world of relaxation, peace, comfort, and contentment. The wine was utterly sublime, as it slid down my throat it felt as if it were a soft heat warming every inch of my body from the inside out. The song "Fire" by Ohio Players was softly wafting though all of my living room from my surround sound speakers, making me feel even hotter inside. Music seemed to have a way of doing that to me. After I finished with my Chinese food, I laid my head back on my throw pillows, sipping my wine, I allowed the music to help my mine wander. My eyes flashed open, next to me, propped up on my pillows, was my best friend Ellissa. I was somewhat shocked to see her here, but it was pleasant surprise. She had a small grin on her face, and seemed to be looking at me very intently. I don't know if it was the wine, the seductive music, or just a desire that I had carried for a long time, but I found myself right in her face, looking deeply into her mesmerizing blue eyes, looking for any objections, I saw none. I, without thought, took her lower lip between mine and began kissing and sucking it. My body seemed to be on fire, my breast were heaving up and down, I didn't have time to be scared or nervous, it seemed as if I had lost complete control, and I was merely along for the journey. She was so beautiful. She always had a way of making me laugh, no matter how badly I felt. She never looked down on me, even though she was far more beautiful than I am, was so much more educated, and had gone through so much in life. She never made me feel as if my pain was any less important than hers, she merely comforted me any time that I needed her. Now, here I was, taking a very big risk. I hadn't taken the time to consider the implications of my actions, and now, I was so drawn into her, that I couldn't even begin. As I looked at her, so many emotions seemed to be flowing through me that I thought that I might cry, but then she smiled, and all I could think of was making love to her, to her mind as well as her body. I rubbed my thumb along her neck as I kissed her mouth, lightly tasting her sweetness, allowing it to flow across my taste buds. I kissed her eyes, her cheek bones, deeply inhaling the scent of her long, beautiful reddish brown hair. I began kissing her neck, licking my way up to suckle her ear lobes. My nipples kept rubbing against my silk night gown, now every time the silk rubbed against them, it sent electricity all the way down my spine, into my clit. She was so soft. I slid my hand down, and picked up hers. I began ever so softly rubbing my fingers down her arm, around to her elbow, kissing the curve in her arm. I ran my fingers down to her wrist, back and forth, then began tracing the lines on her hand. I was taking my time, I had thought about this so many times, and if this was the only time that I ever touched her, I was going to try and make it last as long as I could. I pulled her hand up to my mouth and began kissing the line along her wrist, looking into her eyes, watching her as she watched me. I began rubbing her collar bone, running my fingers slowly down the the first button on her blouse, flicking it between my thumb and forefinger, it popped open. I slid my finger further down, slightly rubbing her skin along the way, popping open each button so slowly. I bent over her, kissing her collar bone, I could feel my breath against her silky skin. I rubbed my face back and forth between her breast, taking in her softness, her warmth, listening to her heart beat against her chest. I used my face to push her blouse away from her breast, kissing them from the bottom, around and around until I reached her nipple, then I moved to the other one. Cupping her breast in my hand, I rubbed around her areola, around the circle, causing it to tighten, and her nipple to stand erector than it already was, I reached down and flicked it with my tongue, taking it between my lips, rolling it around inside of my mouth. She was softly moaning, turning her head from side to side, occasionally stopping to look down at me with her mystical eyes. I felt as if every cell of my body was suddenly awake, alive, burning within me. I kissed my way down her stomach, rubbing my fingers across her pelvis bone, then through her curly pubic hairs, never touching her clit, allowing the heat to slowly build deeper within her. I wanted her to burn as hot as I did inside, I needed her to feel the passion that I felt for her. I kissed her "love line," that sweet little line that ran between her navel and her pelvis, breathing into her pubic hairs, taking a deep breath in, knowing that it would send chills all over her body. I rubbed my nose through her pubic hair, working my way to her inner thigh, I began kissing, licking her, slowly and lightly, rubbing my finger on the crease beneath her knee and using my thumb to rub the side of her knee. I massaged my way down her her foot, taking it into my hand, I began to rub it, hard in some places, gentler in others, I took her toe into my mouth, sucking it lightly, rubbing it against my tongue, massaging the bottom with my thumbs. I tell her to turn over and begin to massage her shoulders, kissing her neck, rubbing my face against her as my hands roam over her back, rubbing the sides of her breast with my fingers, letting my breast slide against her back, I could feel the wetness oozing from between my thighs. She began to squirm as I started massaging the cheeks of her adorable ass around in circles, kissing each cheek all over, occasionally nibbling them a little. I run my hands down the length of her legs, slowly rubbing her inner thighs on my way back up. Then, so slowly, I inserted my fingers into her pussy, so wet, so hot inside. Pushing down toward her pelvis bone, I search for her Gspot, with relaxed movements, I begin to stroke her inside, rubbing the cheeks of her ass with my other hand, rubbing my breast against her. I began to rub my thighs together, getting hotter and hotter. Breathing was becoming more difficult with each minute, but I wasn't about to begin to rush now. Inside of her, I could feel the spongy spot begin to get harder and wider, I put my hand under her and turned her over, I straddled her and took her clit into my moth and began to suck the honey from between her legs as I used my fingers to stroke her inside. I jumped and nearly fell over as I felt her fingers slide inside of me, which elicited a giggle from her, but she didn't stop. I could feel her fighting for breath, the insides of her vagina began to spasm, and she came so hard that she litterally ejaculated cum, which a gently drank from her with pleasure. She kept stroking me with her fingers, reaching up she bagan to lick me until I could not hold it any more, I began to cum, screaming so loud I knew my neighbors heard me. My body was quivering all over, and I could barely stay on my knees.

I opened my eyes, looked around... I was alone. Part of me felt relieved, but so much more of me wanted to cry. I had thought of this so many times, and I didn;t believe that it would ever really happen, but damn, that dream had felt so real that I was soaking wet between my legs. *Sigh* Maybe some day I could work up the courage to tell her. Until then, I am lucky enough to have my sweet dreams.

~Mz_Erotic~

Sweet Dessert.....

Kara was standing at the kitchen counter when Jack came home from work. He looked into her eyes and saw she was nearly ready to cry, and sitting in front of her was a cake that looked like a ski slope. It took all he had not to laugh because his beautiful new bride was so obviously distraught that he couldn't bare to hurt her anymore. Instead he walked over, stood behind her, took her into his arms, kissed her on the neck, took his two fingers, scooped off a piece of the cake, licked a big piece of it off of his fingers, and told her that he had just tasted the best cake he had ever put into his mouth before. Kara couldn't help but to begin to laugh and when she turned to give him a kiss for being the sweetest man alive, she accidentally hit the cake, and the pan went sliding across the counter, and off on to the floor. Jack expected her to burst into tears, but when he looked into her face, he saw a look of sweet seduction written all over her beautiful face. She took her apron off and tossed it on to the counter, then she slipped her flower patterned dress off and stood before him completely naked. It almost took his breath away knowing that this petite little woman was all his, that she had promised to be his wife for the rest of their lives. She was just over five feet tall; had short wavy black hair; full, dark pink lips that just begged to be kissed; a tiny little nose that looked as if it had been made by hand to be just perfect; her eyes were a mesmerizing mixture of dark green, and grey that mixed together and seemed to look right into your deepest thoughts; she had a long neck for being so tiny, he loved to lay next to her and run his finger up and down the curves of it; she had pert, full breast, small, yet perfect for her size, the nipples so easily stood erect when she was turned-on, her areola was wide, a mixture of dark pink and light brown, and they always turned pinker when he rubbed his thumbs around them, he smiled thinking that he called them her heat meters. His eyes followed her stomach down to the little pooch of belly near her pubic bone, she hated it, but he loved the way it accentuated the rest of her curves. Just below her stomach was s small patch of hair that she always kept trimmed neat, below that patch she shaved regularly, keeping it as soft, clean, ready for him to do whatever he wanted to with it. His loins began to ache and his penis was already hard. Below her honey place was the sexiest, most muscular, shapely legs that a man could dream of. The way she wrapped those legs around his neck when he drank from her sweetness drove him mad. Behind she had a muscular back, soft, slender, it ran down to her little ass that stood round and proud, always calling to him to be rubbed, squeezed, held, touched by all of him. Damn he loved this women so much that it hurt. She watched him as he took her whole body into his mind, looking at her from her head down to her toes, she could see in his eyes that he wanted her, needed her, loved her as much as she loved him. She walked of to the cake, looked behind her directly into his eyes, turned back around and slowly bent over and picked up some of the cake, then the stood back up, wiping the cake on her chest, down and on to both of her breast, and then she took one of her fingers, slowly sucking it into her mouth, and taking it back out. She heard him groan and smiled innocently, then she sat down right in the middle of the cake, leaned back, picked up some more, and stuck it into her mouth. "Mmmmm," she said, with an innocent look. "Not bad if I say so myself," she said. That was all it took, he stripped off his clothes like they were on fire and practically dove across the floor over to where she was sitting back like a sweet desert just waiting to be savored. First he took her foot into his hands, licking the cake from between her toes, taking her big toe into his mouth, he sucked it in slowly, running his tongue along the bottom of it. His tongue ran up the top of her foot to her inner leg, stopping to eat the cake, making sounds of pleasure, telling her how delicious that it was. His tongue moved over to her other leg, licking her inner thigh, kissing it, nibbling it. The more he ate the cake from her sweet little body, the more her cute little ass wiggled around in the cake, spreading it all over the floor. Jack moved up, kissing her neck, then sucking her earlobe into his mouth, he whispered into her ear, telling her that she was the best desert that he could ever ask for. He licked his way down to her breast, sucking her whole areola into his mouth, flicking her nipple with his tongue while it was in his mouth, he took the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it around. Her hips moved around, slightly humping the air and sliding her ass around all over the cake. Jack kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth with his tongue, tasting the sweetness of her. He gently pushed her back onto the floor, taking her under her legs, he pulled her hips up to his mouth and began sucking, licking, eating the cake from between the cheeks of her ass, licking all around to her pubis, he felt like a starving man allowed to have food for the first time. He stuck his tongue deeply inside of her vagina, in and out, her head rolling from side to side, her hips rolling around in his arms as if she were trying to get free, he just held her tighter, sucking her clit around between his lips, rolling it around with his tongue, pushing it inside of her again, drinking the juices as they began to flow. He laid her back down on the floor, sticking his fingers inside of her, gently feeling for the round, spongy place, he began to push in on it, letting off, rubbing his fingers back and forth over it, pushing down on it again, manipulating it, he could feel it getting harder and harder. Watching her as she pinched her nipples between her fingers, her stomach sucked in and out like a belly dancers, she kept sucking her lower lip in and out. Finally he took her hips into his arms again, holding her firmly, he stuck his penis to the opening of her wet pussy, slightly sticking it inside, pulling it out, repeating it until he had just a few inches of himself inside if her, he rocked his hips back and forth, using his hands to move her hips against him, he slid deeply into her, his head rolling back as her sweet pussy clenched around every inch of him, his ass cheeks clenching together tightly, he just held them both there for a moment, allowing the heat to spread through them both. He began stroking himself in and out of her, feeling the spongy place inside of her with the head of his cock, rolling his hips around so that the head of his penis stroked that hot button inside if her. Her hands clenched and unclenched as she got hotter and hotter, faster she sucked her lower lip into her mouth making whimpering and groaning sounds. She kept saying, "yes, yes, I love you, yes, oh god yes Jack." With each word, each time she sucked her lip into her mouth, every time she lunged her hips into him, the words kept getting louder and louder. Soon she was screaming yes! Jack was just screaming, "Ohhhh, ohh, ohh," and grunting like a bear. Finally he stopped, holding her close, still inside of her, he didn't want to take himself out of this Heaven, ever. Both of them were fighting for air and giggling at the same time. Eventually he picked her up in his arms and began to carry her to the shower. With a smile on his handsome face, he thought that tomorrow he might make a fruit salad mixed with honey, and topped with whipped cream. He giggled as he kissed his beautiful wife and thought about just how incredible dessert really was.

~Mz_Erotic~

Sultry Nights.....

It was hot, the air was heavy from the humidity. The room was dark, smoke filled, and in the background was the sound of Paula Cole singing, "Feelin Love." Natasha allowed the 5th shot of vodka slide down her throat, took an ice cube from her glass of Long Island Ice Tea and rubbed it along her forehead, down the curve of her neck, down between her breast, sighing from the minimal amount of relief that it offered her. In the far corner, he watcher her, his interest piqued when she began rubbing the ice on herself. She was a beauty for sure. She had long, dark brown hair, her eyebrows arched up above wide, knowing eyes, it was too dark to see the color, but from the glow of lights around the bar, he could see that she was bored. Listening to this song, and watching this woman that seemed almost like a dream because of the way the lights made a soft glow around her face, and her breast, that stood full and round, with beads of water from the ice sparkling all over the tops of them, Patrick had become fully aroused and wiggled around uncomfortably in his chair. She had to be tall, probably nearly six feet tall. She sat relaxed with legs that easily reached the floor from her bar stool, she has a long elegant torso, perfectly sized shoulders that ran down that long back into the most lusciously curved hips, and into what looked like a very nice ass. Patrick tried to regulate his breathing and regain control of himself. After several minutes he walked over and asked her if she minded him sitting in the stool next to her, she merely shook her head no, not saying anything. She looked over at him, with no shyness in the big brown eyes, she looked him over from his head, down to his chest, between his legs, and back up to his face again, then she just raised her eyebrow and picked up her drink and took a slow, long drink of it. Patrick had wavy, dark blond hair. His eyes were a hazel color, a mixture of brown and green. He stood a little over six foot and 4 inches tall and weighed about two hundred and twenty-two pounds. He has been lifting weights since high school for pass time as a way to keep his stress levels down, and he still did it regularly. His biceps kept the sleeves on his shirt held taunt, but not too taunt, he preferred to be comfortable when he wasn't at work. He was wearing tight jeans that accentuated a waist size that was perfect for his build, and legs that were muscular, but not too bulky. His chest was broad and he had shoulders that were made for a football player. Suddenly his dream looked over at him again, and asked him if he wanted to have sex with her. At first he thought that he must have been hallucinating from too much alcohol in this heat, and then she impatiently asked him again. He didn't quite know how to respond. She stood up and put some money down on the bar, took his hand, and basically lead him out of the bar to her car. She unlocked it and motioned for him to get in. Once inside, she told him to buckle up, said that the deal was, no names, no strings, just a night of long, hard sex, then she turned the stereo on, and it was playing the same song that was playing inside of the bar. They drove for about fifteen minutes and then she turned into a parking garage, drove up to the fourth story and parked near the elevator. She got out, and he followed her, behind him he heard the activation of her car alarm as he followed her inside of the elevator and the doors quietly shut. The elevator went up four stories and opened into a well lit hallway with plants, and a warm plum color painted on the walls. She walked down the hallway about five doors from the elevator, took out her keys, and opened the door, she waited for him to enter and closed the door and locked it behind them. She walked in, threw her purse on the couch, went to the bar and poured them both a class of vodka, and handed him his glass. Then she began walking down the hallway, stopping... she looked back at him and told him that the bedroom was this way. The room was huge, with a giant king sized bed, the lights were dimmed with cloths draped over the lamp shades. She sat her drink down on the night stand, picked up a remote, and turned on the stereo, again the song from the bar came on through the speakers. She sat the remote down, closed her eyes and began gently swaying back and forth. Her hips moving in a side to side motion, she began to rub her breast through the silk blouse, he could see her nipples begin to poke out through the delicate fabric. She reached down an unbuttoned her slacks and unzipped them, they slid to the floor in a small heap around her feet, and she stepped out of the pile and began slowly dancing to the beat of the music. Patrick sat down on the bed, captivated by the the gentle sway of her body, drinking in the gaze of her flat stomach curling as her hips moved back and forth. She wore navy blue silk panties that held tightly to a firm, round ass, the cheeks clenching and unclenching as she swayed around the room. One at a time she began unbuttoning the buttons on her blouse, slowly, methodically waving her body to the music, as if in a trance. Patrick's breathing was shallow and somewhat fast, he had once again grown uncomfortable in his jeans. When she finished with the last button she began rubbing the fabric around her stomach, up to her breast, up and down across her nipples. Patrick couldn't take it anymore, though the room was cooled to a comfortable level by the air conditioner, he felt like he was suffocating in his clothes. When he looked over, he realized that she had been gazing at him as he'd undressed, watching his every move. She licked her lips, danced over to her glass, and took a long drink of the vodka. She danced her way over and stood directly in front of Patrick and in one swift motion, she pulled her panties down with her left held, not breaking the motion of rubbing the silk accents her volumptous breast, and kicked them across the room. Patrick couldn't make up his mid, one part of him wanted to soak in this view forever, while the other part of him wanted to take her on the bed now and touch every single inch of her body, to drink her in like a fine wine. She made up his mind for him when she pulled off the blouse, ran her hand around to the back of his neck, pulled his face her hers, and began kissing him hard and deep, running her tongue around inside of his mouth as if she were searching for something. He pulled her against him and turned her around so that he was on the top, and she the bottom. Kissing her back with an urgency like tomorrow may never come, he began running his hand through her hair, it felt as soft as the silk that she had been wearing, and had the gentle scent of lavender in it. he began kissing her neck, suckling her earlobes, moving down he began kissing and licking her inner arm, down to her wrist, he very lightly kissed her just above her inner wrist, he moved back up, over to the other arm. The song kept playing in the background over and over and she seemed to writhe beneath him to the beat, as if the song was as important to making her hot and wet as his touches did. He began kissing her chest, moving to her breast, he cupped it underneath, rubbing the nipple with his hand, he began kissing it from beneath, moving around it, closer and closer to her aerola. He started rubbing the other breast as he took her entire aerola into his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue, her hips arched up against his, grinding his penis between them, he growled deeply from the sensation it caused to swell from his stomach to his loins. He grabbed her by her hips, and flipped her over onto her stomach, he began massaging her shoulders, kissing her back, running his tongue down her spine, massaging her ass cheek's in a clockwise motions, then pulling them apart, and squeezing them back together. He pulled her upward his chest, so that she was now on her knees. He began rubbing either side of the opening to her vagina around in small circular motions, one thumb on either side of it, he watched as her hot juices began to flow from the tiny hole, he reached down and stuck his tongue deeply inside of her, taking in all of the sweetness that was inside. She was moaning so loosely, squirming around and around, but he held her hips tightly against his face, drinking her in like his life depended upon it. Taking his tongue out of her he licked upward to her clit, back and forth, flicking it in circled with his tongue when he felt it. When she was nearly screaming out from his touch, he stuck his finger inside of her, deeply at first, he began to use it like his penis, stroking her in rhythm with the music. Then he moved closer to the outside of her, he could feel her Gspot, large and swollen from being aroused, he gently began to rub it, ground and around, pushing down on it, then rubbing more, then shoving his finger deeply inside if her again. When she was nearly crying from the tension of lust built up inside her her, he flipped her over and plunged himself inside of her, it was so tight, it was almost painful, her vagina wrapped itself around him like a suction cup. He began stroking himself in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and faster, making sure that he pulled out until only a couple of inches of his penis was inside of her, pushing against her Gspot. They were both gasping for air, her moaning became higher pitched with each stroke, he took her nipple into his mouth and nibbled on it, moving his face between each on, never missing a beat. She dug her nails into his back, he could feel her anus slamming against the area between his scrotum and his penis, he was so hot it felt like he was in an oven. Harder and faster he pumped himself in and out of her, then he felt her wet pussy squirt out as she began screaming a horse sounding scream, he kept going harder and harder, almost... he could hear the cheeks of her ass slapping against him, hear her screaming, "YES!" He kept thrusting himself in and out, squeezing her ass cheeks together, then it came, it washed over him like a wave of for, he growled out as he began to come, her body quivering uncontrollably beneath him, he thought he would never stop cumming. Finally he fell down beside her, gulping in air as much as he could, trying to calm himself, because it felt like his heart was going to beat itself right out of his chest. Several minutes later she walked into what he guessed was her master bathroom, then he heard water turn on and knew he had been right. He went in and got under the cool water with her, taking the shampoo he washed her hair, rubbing his fingers through it, moving the suds down between her legs to wash their fluids clean. After their shower they laid down on the bed together, she put her head on his chest, began to run his nipple, then as she sighed, she told him to remember their deal. He waited for her to say something else, but with a few minutes, he realized that she had fallen asleep. He laid there for a long while with her lying n his chest, just listening to her breathing and rubbing his fingers through her hair. Finally he got up and got dressed. He looked at her sleeping peacefully on her big bed, like an angel now, he smiled knowing he had just seen the devil not long before. He would keep their deal, but she didn't say that he couldn't ever, "happen to bump into her again," he thought as he locked the door and walked out.

~Mz_Erotic~

The Thrill.......

Mark and Janice sat at the table sipping wine, the restaurant was so full the people who didn't have reservations were waiting up to an hour for a table. Both had ordered lobster and oysters, and as usual, they were divine. Janice suddenly bend into the table, toward Mark, and with an utter look of devilishness on her face, she whispered to Mark that the old saying must have been true, that the oysters had begun to make her all hot and wet. With a mischievous smile on her face, she glanced over toward the restrooms and looked back at Mark and nodded her cute little blond head at him, gesturing for him to go to the men's bathroom. Mark's face quickly became crimson red, but the thought also made his genetils begin to get erect very quickly. No sooner did he begin to waver in his thoughts to accept Janice's dare, when he felt her delegate little toes creeping between his legs under the table, and begin to stroke his penis between her foot and his leg. He quietly groaned, this woman was his wife, he loved her, and hot damn, boring was one word that would never be used to describe her. Mark shrugged a bit as if to regain his composure, wiped his face, and walked toward the restroom. Janice motioned a waiter over to their table, and informed her that she needed to freshen up, that her husband had went to make a call, and he would return in a moment, to please hold their table. Janice walked over to the restrooms, Mark went inside, and within a moment he poked his head back out the door to let her know that the restroom was currently empty. Janice barged in around him, grabbing his tie on her way in, she practically dragged him into the far stall and locked the door behind them. She shoved him against the wall and began kissing him hard and deep, rubbing her hands on his chest, and her leg against his groin. Mark grabbed her firm, round ass and squeezed her up closer to his chest, reaching beneath her dress, he was shocked to discover that she wasn't wearing any panties, which also caused a rush of blood to flood into his dick making it instantly hard and fully needing to be inside of his wife's more than willing vagina. Janice pushed him down onto the toilet, and pulled her dress up to her breast, she sat down on top of him and buried his penis deeply inside if her. Mark groaned, loudly, but Janice managed to quell the sound with her sweet, full lips taking his mouth into hers, and her pink tongue exploring the depths of it. She rode him like her life depended on it, both of their hearts pounding away at the thought that at any second someone could walk into the restroom and catch them, for as hard as she was riding him, he found it hard to brace himself with his hands pushing against the stall door. Mark grabbed her ass and picked her up, holding her against the wall he opened the front of her dress and took her perky, full breast into his mouth, nibbling her nipple caused her ass cheeks to tighten up, which made the walls of her beautiful pussy wrap around him even tighter. He couldn't take any more, the adrenaline rushing through his body he began pounding himself into her like this might be the last time he could ever feel his wife's soft, curvaceous flesh again. Within just a few minutes Janice buried her face into his shirt, he felt her bite down as she started to scream, trying as hard as she could to not yell out in pleasure, that was the only sound that Mark needed to hear to allow himself to bury his dick as deeply inside if her as he could get it, and cum so damn hard he thought he might be losing the head of his penis inside of the beautiful woman forever. He held her against his chest, both of them gasping for air, and suddenly Janice began to giggle, as she looked into his eyes, she said, "Happy anniversary my love." Mark couldn't help but laugh with this she-devil of a woman he had been lucky enough to find. He put her down, walked out of the stall and began getting paper towels, he walked back to the stall and they quickly cleaned themselves as best as they could. As they were walking out of the restroom, a man walked through the door, Mark didn't know how to respond. Janice just winked at the man, smiled, and walked right out the door. All Mark could do was grin from ear to ear and follow behind her.

He couldn't wait to see what happened next year on their anniversary.

~Mz_Erotic~

Ohhhhh Yes!

Gentlemen, wrap your minds around this one......










Janet walked into Terri's apartment, it was spring break, she was away at her first year of college, and it was great! She knocked on Terri's door, no one answered but she knew she heard someone in there, so she cracked the door open and Terri was in the middle of the bed, lying on top of some damn sexy man, giving him a blowjob. Janet turned bright red in the face, and began to walk out when the man smiled at her and said, "well hello sweetness." Terri looked up and took her slender little pointer finger and gave her the "come here" motion. She went over to Terri and sat on the edge of the bed, Terri introduced the man as being her good friend, "Dave." Terri was a senior, and she knew everyone on, and off of the campus. Terri gently reached over and put her finger in between the buttons on Janet's blows, and began popping them open, at first Janet just sat frozen, not precisely sure what Terri was doing, or why. Then she glanced over at Dave, his face was lit up with a lazy smile, relaxed and thuroughly enjoying the view. Janet began to protest, when Terri leaned in close and kissed her slowly, deeply in the mouth. Her stomach had butterflies in it, and electricity was running up and down her spine, she was nervous.... yet, she realized that she was very turned on. Terri stopped and looked her in the eyes, smiled, took her hand, and put in on her large, swollen breast. Janet began rubbing it, clumsy and unsure of herself. Terri took her hand, put it between her legs and told her to relax, to remember that whatever made her feel good would feel just as good to Terri. Terri took Janet's blows the rest of the way off, kissing her neck, sucking her ear, whispering to her that she had been thinking of this moment for a long time, and just to relax. Terri was relaxed by then, and very hot! Dave was playing with his penis under the covers, slowly, easily stroking it, and seemed rather pleased to be watching Janet lose her "lesbian virginity." Terri pushed Janet back on the bed, her hed was nearly between Dave's legs, she stretched her neck to look up at him, he just winked and smiled. Terri began playing with Janet's nipple, while she sucked the other one, stroking her breast, rubbing the nipple with her thumb, slightly pinching in between her fingers. Janet moaned and wiggled beneath Terri, she was clearly aroused by Terri's expert manipulation of her body. Terri ran her fingers so very lightly down Janet's stomach, cauing it to quiver beneath her fingers. She began kissing, sucking, running her tongue slowly down Janet's stomach toward her clit. Janet was moaning and making a sound between a squeek and a pur. Terri ran her fingers beneath Janet taking her ass cheeks into her hands and squeezed, kissing her inner thighs, teasing her unmercifully. Suddenly Terri pushed Janet from underneath causing her to flip over on her stomach, directly facing Dave's erect penis. Terri pulled her up onto her knees from behind and smacked her hard on the ass, Janet squeeled, Terri began rubbing and kissing the spot and Janet realized that it actually felt pleasant. Dave giggled at Janet's response to the slap. Terri laid down on the bed, pushing Janet's legs apart. Janet panicked, Dave sat up and began kissing her lips, she put her hands around his neck, while standing with her snees wide apart. Dave fondled her breast as he kissed her neck lightly, moving down to take the soft, pink, erect little nipple into his mouth. Terri stuck her fingers into her mouth and wet them really well, while she began playing with her own clit. Dave was sucking Janets nipples when Terri gently inserted two of her fingers deeply inside Janet's vagina and began stroking her in circular motions. Janet jumped and her eyes lit up when Terri's fingers wnet inside of her, she was shocked and very nervous now. Dave Squeezed her ass as he started kissing her again, slowly he began kissing her ears, whispering for her to let go, to relax and let it heppen, to allow herself to feel everything being done to her. She seemed to melt all at once, feelings and emotions that she never knew she had seemed to well into her chest, and all at once it felt like she was on a cloud. Terri took Janet's clit into her mouth and began running it around and around between her lips, she began licking her from the entrance to her vagina all the way to her clit, faster and faster she moved her fingers in and out of Janet while rocking up and down, fucking her own fingers like a pro. Dave laid back on the bed and Janet began kissing his nipples, exploring his stomach, and when at long last she took his penis inter her mouth, he had to struggle not to cum, he was so damn hot from the foreplay he felt like his insides were about to burst. That was it, when he felt Janet take his balls into that soft, delicate, pretty little hand of hers, he groaned out a sound like he wanted to scream and came harder than he had ever come before in his life! He got off of the bed and went to the end and stuck his penis inside of Terri and started pumping her hard, the three of them seemed to be moving in a motion that looked as though they had done this many times, when Janet began to scream and quiver all over, tears running down her face from an orgasm like she had never had before. As Janet collapsed on the bed, Terri reached up and Dave picked her up and put her against the wall, fucking her so hard her breast were bouncing up and down. Janet watched Terri's face as it began to change, her ckeeks and neck tuened bright red and she started grunting and finally she started screaming, "yes, yes, fuck me, yes!" They both flopped down on the bed, and suddenly Janet began to laugh. They looked at her and smiled, and Terri assured Janet that this was the beginning of what would become a spring break that she would never forget.






~Mz_Erotic~

Spring Walk....

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Susan so needed to get laid. As she strolled through the garden of her estate, which she had inherited from her late father nearly 3 months ago, she realized that it had been almost a year since she'd had sex. The break up that she had been through with Brad when she busted his sorry ass in bed screwing her best friend, had been bitter and cruel to her heart, so she had been all to happy, and even relieved, to move back in to be with her father as soon as she found out he was ill.
She walked along down by the path, deeply inhaling the scents that that floated all around her. The lilies were in full bloom, and there were beds of lavender growing all over, nearly every flower that could come to your mind were somewhere within view, and it was truly an incredible relaxing view. The birds were singing the songs of mid-spring, and the temperature was perfect. Susan decided to go back up to the house and take a long bath.
The mansion had been built by daddies great great grandpa knelt 120 years before, it was three stories high, and had always been keep impeccably managed, and even modernized with some of the latest interior design comforts, especially all of the bathrooms.
Susan went to her spacious bedroom, took off her dress, and put on her black, silk bathrobe. She walked inter her personal bathroom, it was nearly as big as some of the houses that she had gone to with her college friends to visit during break times. She turned on the water to the 5 foot by 8 foot, marble bathtub that stood before her and put several cap full of her milk and honey bathing oil into the running water so that it would be spread throughout the water. She took off her robe and hung it on the rack near the giant mirrors that stood above the dressing table in her bathroom and stared at the image that looked back at her in the mirror. She stood 5 foot 11 inches tall, had 32 DD breast, her hair was a sandy blond, and ran down to nearly her butt, her stomach was flat, and always had been thanks to her parents wonderful genes. Her skin was tanned from the years of living in California during and after college, but it was as soft as silk because her mother had taught her how important it was for a woman to care for herself, especially if no one else was. Her areolas were a dark pink color, nearly as large as the width of a nectarine, and her nipples were a light brown color, and were almost the same width as her pinky finger. She pulled all of her glowing hair up into a loose bun so as to not get it wet in the tub, and she looked at the slope of her stomach as it come to her pubic hairs, they were always nearly as soft as the hair on her head, because she took special care to keep them lotioned, waxed, and trimmed to a lady-like length. They nearly made a heart shape that hid her clitoris and vagina. She giggled at the thought of that. She turned and looked at her finely sculpted butt in the mirror, the one that all of her friends said looked like it had been made professionally, one made from squeezing, and there in the mirror was a purt, rounded, muscular ass. Her legs were long and tanned, like all of the rest of her body, and she has little feel and toes so cute that all of her friends used to ask her if they could but them from her. She laughed. She shook her head at herself and thought that she had better find someone to have some fun with soon, because her wild mind was beginning to get away with her. She went over to the tub and turned the water off, she stuck her big toe inside to make sure that the water hadn't gotten too hot, and finding it acceptable, she slid inside the huge tub right up to her neck. Every ounce of stress left her body and she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She began rubbing the bubbles into her breast, around and around in circles, then she took the bathing cloth from the side of the tub, poured a generous amount of body wash on it, and began rubbing it over her shoulders, then moved again to her breast, her nipples perked up and when she rubbed across it with the cloth it sent shivers down to her vagina, instantly making her hot and wet. Her eyes closed from the pleasure of it. She kept running the cloth over her nipples, and the shivers kept running between her legs like little jolts of electricity, she ran her hand down her stomach and bumped her clit, and suddenly a lot moan escaped her lips, she kept rubbing the little ball around in a circular motion, sometimes changing to an up and down motion, and then she sank two of her fingers deeply inside if her vagina, her breathing became labored, and she kept making a rocking motion, running her fingers from her clit down deeply inside of her vagina, the rocking motion becoming faster and more urgent, she was gasping and moaning so loud if any of the maids were upstairs, they would know exactly what she was doing, but she didn't care. Her clit was swollen as tightly as it could get, and even under water she could feel the juices flowing from her vagina. She pinched her nipple between her thumb and fingers, and kept up the rhythm she had reached, moaning and gasping her vagina began to spasm, and within seconds she began to orgasm so hard that all she could do was scream, for what seemed like half of an hour the wave of orgasms kept exploding through her body like the feeling of a comforting drug, and finally they subsided. She laid in the bath completely exhausted, with a beautifully huge smile on her face, and decided that tomorrow she would go shopping for a few new dresses, and hit the clubs in town to find herself a love slave!

~Mz. Erotic~

Bondage.....

Stacy was bound with cuffs, each hand cuffed widely apart to other chains coming from the ceiling; her ankles were cuffed, spread apart, to anchors on the floor. She was bound, defenseless, held for her Mistress to do with her as she wished. There was an immense freedom in giving your whole being over to another person, to be able to fully lust with all of yourself and allow another person to help you explore the boundaries of your sexuality, your pleasure zones, even your entire being.
Her skin was a dark bronze; she had long, light blond hair that made her green eyes glimmer like the most brilliant emeralds. Her eyebrows were thin and arched high, making her eyes look almost cat-like. Her cheekbones were high, sleek, and exotic. Her lips were full, making you want to gently suckle them before pressing them gently against yours and kissing her long and deep before returning to suckle them again. Her neck was long, sloping down to a very generous bosom, breast that were full, round, orioles that were a dark pink, and nipples that stood erect. Her arms were muscular as they were held up by the chains, small ripples showing in her triceps, and small, yet form biceps that stood proud. Down from her breast ran a taunt, flat, muscular stomach, well defined, and glistening from beads of sweat that her excitement brought forth. Her thighs were taunt, strong, defined, all of her muscles demanding full attention. Her ass was pure art, bubbled but not too large, so firm that even while relaxed it was as hard as a rock. Between her legs was a small, well groomed, patch of dark blond hair, sleek and shiny, not quite hiding the hood of her clitoris that peaked from the hidden place.
Her Mistress walked up behind her, holding in her left hand, a cat-o-nine tails, and a feather tickler. With her right had, she reached around Stacy and stroked her cheek, and then her hair, asking her if she was ready to go to another world, which of course, she always was! Mistress ran the feather down her spin, sending shivers of pleasure into her stomach, and down into her vagina. She then ran her finger between the cheeks of her hard ass, stroking up and down, then suddenly smacked her right ass check, hard. Stacy jumped and squealed out in pleasure. The rules were clear, the safety words understood, and Stacy trusted her life with her Mistress probably more than she did with anyone else in the world. Mistress knew her inner most secrets and desires, her deepest fantasies. Mistress Kama walked around to face her, she ran the rather around her nipples, tweaking them, teasing them, then down between them to her stomach, and between her legs, Stacy was so hot her juices began to flow freely. Mistress then grabbed her nipple and pinched it, and began kissing her neck, then she started sucking her lips as she ran her fingers between her labia, Stacy had never been so hot before in her life, but her Mistress knew exactly how fast, and what to do to keep her right on the edge, without allowing her to go over. Mistress walked behind her and slapped the whip against her back, Stacy moaned, she repeated it five more times, and then began licking the streaks of red that lined her back, then she kneeled behind her, and to reward her for being so compliant, she ran her tongue between the cheeks of her ass, and put her fingers deeply inside of Stacys vagina, stroking, rhythmically moving in and out, then she gently bit Stacys ass. She walked in front of her and demanded that Stacy bite her nipples and suck them, to which she gladly complied. They kissed, tasting the salt from one another's skin. Her Mistress put down the whip and feather, and kneeled down between Stacys thighs, Stacys breast were heaving with pleasure. Her Mistress firmly planted a dildo with a suction cup ay the shaft onto the floor, and began to ride it, then she began stroking Stacys vagina again, knowing exactly how to hold her fingers, when to go very deep, where to touch her soaken went vagina on the inside to take her higher and higher, she began to lick Stacys clit, which was so hard it stood clearly outside its hidden place under her pubic hair. Stacy was breathing so hard she felt like she might faint, her vagina was so wet it felt like it was flowing, when she heard her Mistress begin to moan loudly, that was all it took to drive her over, the wave overtook her and melted from her toes and her head at the same time, straight into her clit and through into her vagina, all she could do was pant out screams between gasp of breath. She came for what seemed like an eternity before it subsided, to which her Mistress stood, smiled, winked at her, and said, "Until next time my pet."
Stacy hung from her chains, drained completely, so much so that she could barely stand. Her Mistress' assistant then came and released her, covered her in a robe, and escorted her to a resting room where she also showered and dressed before leaving. This was her safe haven, her little bit of heaven on Earth, and one she would never give up.
*Stacy smiled as she walked out of the building, once again leaving utterly satisfied in ways that most others never get the opportunity to discover*




~Mz Erotic~

From Hell To Heaven.....

Paul sat at the bar, pissed off from a usually shitty week at work. The bastards never appreciated all of the time and effort that he put forth for them, he was expected to act like a cyborg, accept orders and efficiently carry them out, and not have any problem with being the big bosses lap dog, damn them! He had just tossed down his fourth shot of whiskey when he glanced over at the sexiest women he had ever laid eyes on. She was on the dance floor, dirty dancing with a woman. She was wearing a sleek black dress, high heel shoes, and damn if she didn't look like she grew right into that dress. She has long dark brown hair, full sweet lips, her eyes were as blue as the night sky, she had beautiful high cheek bones, a long slender neck that V'd down into the most luscious breast, full, taunt, round, perfect; past her breast the dress followed down to a flat stomach, curvaceous hips, and down legs that looked like they were sculpted for an angel. When he looked back up from her legs to her face, he realized that she was looking right at him, he could feel his face redden a bit, figuring she must think he was some sort of pig sitting there surveying her like a hungry animal, but oh she made him so very hungry indeed. She whispered something into the woman's ear and began walking toward him, he steadied himself to get his ass chewed for acting like a dog. She walked up and stood next to him with all of the grace of a cheetah, she was so very seductive, and he had a feeling that she knew exactly what kind of effect that she had on men. She looked at him and asked him if he was going to buy her a drink or begin slobbering from the view. He coughed and pulled himself together. He asked what she wanted, and she told him she'd have what he was having, and to make it a double. The bartender served up the drink and she slammed it down like it was Artesian well water, then she looked at him and told him that her name was Veronica. Just when he was about to start up some small talk, she very matter-of-factly looked at him straight in the eye and asked him if he wanted to go somewhere and have sex, he thought he was hallucinating for a moment, then she smiled, took him by the hand, and walked him outside. She asked him if he had a car, which he did, and then she put her hand out for the keys, he led her to the car and once inside she nailed it so fast it slammed him into his seat. This woman greatly fascinated him to the core. They drove for about half a mile and then she pulled into a private parking lot for a group of condominiums, she got out and began walking, and he quickly got out and followed her up to a door, hers apparently. They went inside and he barely got to see that the condo was amazing, very clean, sheik, very stylish, before she dragged him down the hallway and into a bedroom. Within seconds she had him stripped and thrown onto the bed, and he wasn't complaining one little bit. She took off a pair of black lace panties and threw them at him, smiling the whole time, she slithered the dress up over her head and threw it on a chair in the corner, then she walked over to the night-stand and pulled something out and shut the door. She walked back to the end of the bed and began crawling toward him, cat-like, slowly, looking him deeply into his eyes, and he was already so hot his penis was rock hard. She reached his groin and ran her fingernails down his thigh, making him jump a bit, but the sensation also sent tingles straight into his groin. She began kissing above his pubic line, and rubbing the "love line" on his stomach, he felt like his tempature was 110 degrees. Then she took his penis into her mouth, slowly, deeply, she sucked the way down the shaft until her lips touched his pubic bone. He thought he must have drank a hell of a lot more than he remembered and this had to be a dream. Then the dream turned into heaven when he realized that she had used her mouth to put a condom on his penis, and she quickly, with suave expertise, straddled him and slid his penis into her vagina until he felt her ass slap against his scrotum. She began swaying on top of him like she was riding an ocean wave, slowly, precisely, so as to not make him cum prematurely. He took her beautiful breast into his mouth, then he began to suck, lick and stroke them like she was the last woman on earth. He reached behind her and squeezed her ass cheek tightly together while he kissed her neck, she moaned and made a sound almost like a low growl. She pushed him further up onto the bed and grabbed the headboard and began riding him faster and faster, reaching behind occasionally to squeeze his scrotum just hard enough to keep him from cumming. Sweat rolled down between her breast and he licked it off. lying there rocking in perfect motion with her, he ran his fingers up and down her stomach as he rubbed her nipple with his fingers. Finally when he though he could take no more, he felt the walls of her vagina begin to contract around his penis like a vise, and she began to scream out with great pleasure, than was all it took... he exploded like a fire hydrant, and flopped back down onto the bed gasping for air. She sat on top of him for a moment, smiling. Then she bent down and kissed him with lips so sweet they tasted like they were made from sugar, and she walked into the bathroom and got into the shower. About ten minutes later she came back out of the shower, dressed in a completely new dress, and once again, looked like a knick-out. She came over and kissed him and told him to please lock the door when he left, that she has people that were waiting for her and things to do. She winked at him on her way out the door, and told him he was as good a lay as he looked like he would be, and then his dream disappeared.

That was one night that made Paul's week, and he was quite sure it was one he would never forget!

~Mz Erotic~

Restless......

Lilly sat on her bed, angry at Stephen for being late to get home from work, yet again. He used to be home at a decent hour every night, but for quite some time he always seemed to be working late. He also used to be very attentive to her and her needs, but he always seemed to be exhausted anymore. She was so stressed out and anxious from his lack of attention toward her, after all... she was still a young, beautiful, viral, sexy woman. As she ran the brush through her soft, thick hair, she began to think of some of the other times that they had spent alone together.

On one trip they had gone to the mountains to go camping. Stephen had gone to town to pick up some more supplies and she decided to go lay out by the river to get a tan.
She laid out her beach town and sat down on it, took her drink, book, and lotion from the bag and began rubbing suntan lotion on her arms. The sun was so warm, so relaxing, and the sound of the rushing water next to her was almost hypnotizing. She ran her long, slender fingers up to her neck and rubbed the lotion deeply into her skin, moving down her neck to her chest, her nipples began to get hard, she took her bikini top off and began rubbing the lotion on her breast. Instantly her nipples stood hard and erect, as she rubbed the lotion all around her large, swollen breast, she would flick her nipples with her thumb, sending what felt like jolts of electricity down her spine and directly into her vagina. She was so aroused her breathing starting coming in short, shallow gasp. She laid down on the towel and ran her fingers down her taunt, flat stomach while still caressing her breast with her other hand. She reached the mound on her pubic bone and ran her fingers gently back and forth, causing a warm wetness to begin oozing from between her legs. She ran her fingers down her inner thigh, teasing herself to greater and greater heights. Her hand moved back up to her pubis, and she slid her fingers between her labia and began rubbing her clitoris in small circles very slowly. Her hips began rocking up and down, as if she were riding a horse. She slid her fingers deeply inside her vagina and nearly screamed from the pleasure of it. Up and down her hips rode her fingers with exact precision, her palm rubbing her clit as she went in and out of herself. She began moving faster and faster, gasping for breath, her body tingling all over, wanting, needing the release she sought. Her hips arched in the air, she screamed and her body began shaking all over, she ass cheeks squeezed tightly, she rocked back and forth a few more times, and finally collapsed in utter satisfaction.

She smiled at the sensations that those memories caused to emanate from between her legs, her nipples were already hard and wanting, her body ready for satisfaction. She stood up and began packing for the trip to the mountains that she had decided to inform Stephen that they were taking as soon as he got home. Although his mind seemed to be stuck at work these days, she knew that when she had him alone, that she was as in command of his body as any wise mistress could be.

Mz Erotic

Hello And Welcome......

Welcome to Fantasy And Eroticism, I hope you visit often, and come to enjoy the content that I expect to share in this blog. I plan to write some erotic stories, fantasies, ponder the sexual pleasures of others, and just explore whatever the blog happens to evolve into.

Thank you for visiting.

Mz. Erotic.