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~