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On Korzo, I first caught sight of her flowy skirt painting shadows on her legs, the Croatian sun highlighting her wide smile.
Dobar dan! Like a siren, she made me follow. The clacking of her high heels on the marble floor was her song. Through the passage of Gradska ura, she called me, leaving the old town behind. Just the sight in front of me held me captive. At the fountain of Jadranski Trg she splashed water on her gorgeous
décolleté. The wind caught in her skirt - no panties. Her lips glistened as wet as her cleavage. Shielding my eyes against the blinding sun, I looked again. She was gone.

***

As Sir opens the front door, his hungry eyes trace the inviting outline of my voluptuous figure, accentuated by the sheer camisole I'm wearing.
Surprisingly, he groans and turns to leave. Where are you going? Service station. We've run out of condoms. You can pull out, I suggest. You are ovulating. Too risky. How do you know I'm ovulating? Twice in a row, you impatiently waited for me at the door, eager and willing. I'm blushing from embarrassment but tingling with lust as I watch him leave. After he's gone, I check my calendar and realise he's right.

***

There is nothing imore attractive than feeling you get aroused, as I pull you to me, in a deep passionate embrace. My lips planting kisses over your face and neck, as my hands lightly dance, caressing every inch of your willing form. To see you let go, and be intoxicated with passion, losing your senses and becoming sexually alive and vibrant, its greatest experience a
person can have. I just wish you could see your radiance pulsating To hear your voice cry out in the night, in utter release, is something that catches my breath every time.

***

The dark room flickered with light from the computer screen. I stripped from the waist down, just like she told me to do.
She started with my feet, gliding her smooth fingers along my arches. Her hands gripped my ankles and squeezed. I met her eyes, smiled, and she smiled back as she lubed up the wand. Hold still. An uneven exhale escaped my lips as a snail's trail of warm lube slid up my calf, in the shallow behind my knee, to my inner thigh. Your veins look good. See you next year for your annual ultrasound.

***

So many possibilities as the night is ours. Would this page be one of lust, or one of deepest love? For our relationship, is an anthology of excitement and anticipation. Sometimes we create new poetry as our souls dance. Yet on others, she finds pleasure, in the whip of my desire which marks her flesh, as she in turn, uses her teeth to ravage my form. Our souls, dancing out of control, as we explore our tantric sexuality,
enriching each others pleasure. As the ink spills over the page, just as freely as we paint each other, in our essence.

***

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I am experiencing lustful thoughts for a married man. I am craving his wonderous mind salivating over his luscious body.
I'm wanting to dwell within the confines of his provocative mind. Not to mention dwelling within the confines of his concupiscent body. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My lustful thoughts for a sexy, married, man needs to be succinctly confessed. Father, I'm compelled to repent.
But Father. Please forgive me. I need to continue in this tantalizing, all-consuming provocation. For today, Father, I said, I Do! to this beddable married man.

***

She stamped her feet. Her lips were pouted, as angry as a cat protecting her young. Fuming seeing only the red mist that clouded her
view, denying her everything but rage. But then impervious to her claws, my arms enfold her, my tongue speaks to her without words. My mouth claims her and after some resistance, and just like that, she is back to being my curious, and obedient little kitten. But, she is worth whatever chaos she brings to my table, and I know it. And ultimately, if not a kiss. A good spanking will soothe her soul

***

Remembering the night at the bar. Just the bartender and me. Her snug top and tight jeans, me watching as she put on her little show. Bending over showing her ass. Loading the cooler in front of me, her titsaccidentally. revealed. My hand slipping my zipper down and pulling out my hard cock, as we chatted! My slow sensuous strokes, only the bar between us hiding what was happening!
Then my release, my explosion, and the smile on her face. Don't forget to check the window reflection behind you next time! Would you like another beer, on me?

***

Feeling guilty about missing Valentine's Day, again, he rushed home from the airport, wondering how best to make it up to her. Flowers?
Chocolates? No, he had something much better in mind. Stopping by the adult toy store, he purchased some red rope to bind her and a red silk blindfold to match. Arriving home, he followed a trail of crimson petals to the bedroom, where he found her splayed before him on the bed, wearing nothing but
red heels and a ball gag surrounded by ruby lips. She opened the gift bag and purred, Great minds think alike!

***

He marveled at how his sub fulfilled his every need, the way she offered herself without limits, arousing him beyond belief—that he could do whatever he wished, and she would beg for more, was a treasured gift. Every part of her belonged to him, and he used her relentlessly.
His rewards were many: the way her eyes sparkled while he fucked her throat, her decadent moans while he fingered her sweet nectar, and how she cried out, Harder! as he pumped into her, owning
her. How lucky he was that his wife vowed to honor and obey him!

***

We were waiting outside Professor Anderson's room for a seminar on Eighteenth-Century Romantic Literature when Amy arrived, smirking. Her t-shirt was splattered all over with a creamy substance that was clearly semen. Fuck, Amy, said Jane, You've been having fun. Well, I was giving him a hand-job and taking a pic on my phone, and he came sooner than I was expecting, so it went all down my front. And there wasn't time to change. What the fuck is Prof Anderson going to say when he sees that?
Not a lot, I expect. After all, it's his cum.

***

Cleverly removing her bra and panties with his teeth, he tormented her with sensual kisses, trailing down her shoulders and stopping at her gorgeous full breasts. He teased each nipple, flicking them with his tongue, nibbling them with his teeth, and sucking on them until he felt her squirming underneath him. He was driving her mad, and the look of passion on her face was exquisite. He moved down further still, tantalizing her bare mound with swirling kisses before skillfully dipping into the folds of her sweetness until
her orgasm had her writhing with pleasure. Again? How could he refuse?

***

Rummaging around the basement, she finds a small box. Wrapped in her lacy knickers is her trusty egg vibrator. Taking the egg in her hands, she turns it on. Nothing. No batteries. She reaches into the cabinet for new ones. Inserting them, the buzz is
instant. Sliding into her lacy knickers, she sits on the chair. The egg resting on her bud, she closes her eyes. Enjoying the tingling buzz coursing through her body. The tingles build, quickening her breath. Her body pulses in orgasmic bliss as she feels her knickers moisten. Hubby's voice Napping again. Vaguely aware, she smiles.

***

A single fingertip glides across the delicate skin of my naked sex, awakening me after a night of unbridled pleasure. Your smile mirrors mine as your teasing digit dips inside my wetness. Though sated only hours ago, your touch reignites our need for each
other. This fierce hunger and unquenchable thirst burn like a flame that can never be extinguished. Take me! I plead, but I needn't have begged you're already inside me, making me yours. Our passion builds, crests, and tumbles over the edge, leaving us breathless. Good morning, you whisper. Yes, I sigh, yes, it is indeed!

***

I got home at noon, after Gloria promised me a surprise when I got home.I parked and slowly walked in the front door.No one. I quietly went up the stairs and paused at the top, listening. It was eerily silent. I walked to our bedroom door, put my hand on the door, and opened it.I saw Gloria with Stan's cock in her pussy, Harry's in her ass, and Jim's in her mouth. You got here just in time to watch them finish. Gloria said, smiling. I'm now her cuckold.

***

I see the chocolate syrup, dark brown, pooling on your chest. My tongueis licking small areas clear, uncovering the pinkish-brown color of your areolas, creating a contrast of colors. I'm giving more attention to your nipples as I hear you breathe in rapidly when my tongue passes over them. Swirling, sucking, and somewhat smearing the chocolate across your swollen tits. Smiling, I scoop up chocolate syrup with my finger, raising it up to your lips for you to taste, looking at you devouring the sweet flavor, my tongue questing for yours, a metaphor for what is to come.

***

Entering the darkness, she slipped the vibrator into her wetness. Soft moans escaped her lips while the mechanical toy hummed inside her, causing her body to gyrate.
The first orgasm ambushed her, but with all the noise around her, no one heard her scream. Increasing the dial to high speed intensified her arousal while the car inched slowly forward. A torrential downpour beat in rhythm with her quickening pulse. With hips bucking wildly and eyes fluttering, she succumbed to the ferocious climax. A sudden knock on her window startled her. Ma'am, pull ahead, please. The carwash is over.

On Korzo, I first caught sight of her flowy skirt painting shadows on her legs, the Croatian sun highlighting her wide smile.

Dobar dan! Like a siren, she made me follow. The clacking of her high heels on the marble floor was her song. Through the passage of Gradska ura, she called me, leaving the old town behind. Just the sight in front of me held me captive. At the fountain of Jadranski Trg she splashed water on her gorgeous

décolleté. The wind caught in her skirt - no panties. Her lips glistened as wet as her cleavage. Shielding my eyes against the blinding sun, I looked again. She was gone.

***

As Sir opens the front door, his hungry eyes trace the inviting outline of my voluptuous figure, accentuated by the sheer camisole I'm wearing.

Surprisingly, he groans and turns to leave. Where are you going? Service station. We've run out of condoms. You can pull out, I suggest. You are ovulating. Too risky. How do you know I'm ovulating? Twice in a row, you impatiently waited for me at the door, eager and willing. I'm blushing from embarrassment but tingling with lust as I watch him leave. After he's gone, I check my calendar and realise he's right.

***

There is nothing imore attractive than feeling you get aroused, as I pull you to me, in a deep passionate embrace. My lips planting kisses over your face and neck, as my hands lightly dance, caressing every inch of your willing form. To see you let go, and be intoxicated with passion, losing your senses and becoming sexually alive and vibrant, its greatest experience a

person can have. I just wish you could see your radiance pulsating To hear your voice cry out in the night, in utter release, is something that catches my breath every time.

***

The dark room flickered with light from the computer screen. I stripped from the waist down, just like she told me to do.

She started with my feet, gliding her smooth fingers along my arches. Her hands gripped my ankles and squeezed. I met her eyes, smiled, and she smiled back as she lubed up the wand. Hold still. An uneven exhale escaped my lips as a snail's trail of warm lube slid up my calf, in the shallow behind my knee, to my inner thigh. Your veins look good. See you next year for your annual ultrasound.

***

So many possibilities as the night is ours. Would this page be one of lust, or one of deepest love? For our relationship, is an anthology of excitement and anticipation. Sometimes we create new poetry as our souls dance. Yet on others, she finds pleasure, in the whip of my desire which marks her flesh, as she in turn, uses her teeth to ravage my form. Our souls, dancing out of control, as we explore our tantric sexuality,

enriching each others pleasure. As the ink spills over the page, just as freely as we paint each other, in our essence.

***

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I am experiencing lustful thoughts for a married man. I am craving his wonderous mind salivating over his luscious body.

I'm wanting to dwell within the confines of his provocative mind. Not to mention dwelling within the confines of his concupiscent body. Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. My lustful thoughts for a sexy, married, man needs to be succinctly confessed. Father, I'm compelled to repent.

But Father. Please forgive me. I need to continue in this tantalizing, all-consuming provocation. For today, Father, I said, I Do! to this beddable married man.

***

She stamped her feet. Her lips were pouted, as angry as a cat protecting her young. Fuming seeing only the red mist that clouded her

view, denying her everything but rage. But then impervious to her claws, my arms enfold her, my tongue speaks to her without words. My mouth claims her and after some resistance, and just like that, she is back to being my curious, and obedient little kitten. But, she is worth whatever chaos she brings to my table, and I know it. And ultimately, if not a kiss. A good spanking will soothe her soul

***

Remembering the night at the bar. Just the bartender and me. Her snug top and tight jeans, me watching as she put on her little show. Bending over showing her ass. Loading the cooler in front of me, her titsaccidentally. revealed. My hand slipping my zipper down and pulling out my hard cock, as we chatted! My slow sensuous strokes, only the bar between us hiding what was happening!

Then my release, my explosion, and the smile on her face. Don't forget to check the window reflection behind you next time! Would you like another beer, on me?

***

Feeling guilty about missing Valentine's Day, again, he rushed home from the airport, wondering how best to make it up to her. Flowers?

Chocolates? No, he had something much better in mind. Stopping by the adult toy store, he purchased some red rope to bind her and a red silk blindfold to match. Arriving home, he followed a trail of crimson petals to the bedroom, where he found her splayed before him on the bed, wearing nothing but

red heels and a ball gag surrounded by ruby lips. She opened the gift bag and purred, Great minds think alike!

***

He marveled at how his sub fulfilled his every need, the way she offered herself without limits, arousing him beyond belief—that he could do whatever he wished, and she would beg for more, was a treasured gift. Every part of her belonged to him, and he used her relentlessly.

His rewards were many: the way her eyes sparkled while he fucked her throat, her decadent moans while he fingered her sweet nectar, and how she cried out, Harder! as he pumped into her, owning

her. How lucky he was that his wife vowed to honor and obey him!

***

We were waiting outside Professor Anderson's room for a seminar on Eighteenth-Century Romantic Literature when Amy arrived, smirking. Her t-shirt was splattered all over with a creamy substance that was clearly semen. Fuck, Amy, said Jane, You've been having fun. Well, I was giving him a hand-job and taking a pic on my phone, and he came sooner than I was expecting, so it went all down my front. And there wasn't time to change. What the fuck is Prof Anderson going to say when he sees that?

Not a lot, I expect. After all, it's his cum.

***

Cleverly removing her bra and panties with his teeth, he tormented her with sensual kisses, trailing down her shoulders and stopping at her gorgeous full breasts. He teased each nipple, flicking them with his tongue, nibbling them with his teeth, and sucking on them until he felt her squirming underneath him. He was driving her mad, and the look of passion on her face was exquisite. He moved down further still, tantalizing her bare mound with swirling kisses before skillfully dipping into the folds of her sweetness until

her orgasm had her writhing with pleasure. Again? How could he refuse?

***

Rummaging around the basement, she finds a small box. Wrapped in her lacy knickers is her trusty egg vibrator. Taking the egg in her hands, she turns it on. Nothing. No batteries. She reaches into the cabinet for new ones. Inserting them, the buzz is

instant. Sliding into her lacy knickers, she sits on the chair. The egg resting on her bud, she closes her eyes. Enjoying the tingling buzz coursing through her body. The tingles build, quickening her breath. Her body pulses in orgasmic bliss as she feels her knickers moisten. Hubby's voice Napping again. Vaguely aware, she smiles.

***

A single fingertip glides across the delicate skin of my naked sex, awakening me after a night of unbridled pleasure. Your smile mirrors mine as your teasing digit dips inside my wetness. Though sated only hours ago, your touch reignites our need for each

other. This fierce hunger and unquenchable thirst burn like a flame that can never be extinguished. Take me! I plead, but I needn't have begged you're already inside me, making me yours. Our passion builds, crests, and tumbles over the edge, leaving us breathless. Good morning, you whisper. Yes, I sigh, yes, it is indeed!

***

I got home at noon, after Gloria promised me a surprise when I got home.I parked and slowly walked in the front door.No one. I quietly went up the stairs and paused at the top, listening. It was eerily silent. I walked to our bedroom door, put my hand on the door, and opened it.I saw Gloria with Stan's cock in her pussy, Harry's in her ass, and Jim's in her mouth. You got here just in time to watch them finish. Gloria said, smiling. I'm now her cuckold.

***

I see the chocolate syrup, dark brown, pooling on your chest. My tongueis licking small areas clear, uncovering the pinkish-brown color of your areolas, creating a contrast of colors. I'm giving more attention to your nipples as I hear you breathe in rapidly when my tongue passes over them. Swirling, sucking, and somewhat smearing the chocolate across your swollen tits. Smiling, I scoop up chocolate syrup with my finger, raising it up to your lips for you to taste, looking at you devouring the sweet flavor, my tongue questing for yours, a metaphor for what is to come.

***

Entering the darkness, she slipped the vibrator into her wetness. Soft moans escaped her lips while the mechanical toy hummed inside her, causing her body to gyrate.

The first orgasm ambushed her, but with all the noise around her, no one heard her scream. Increasing the dial to high speed intensified her arousal while the car inched slowly forward. A torrential downpour beat in rhythm with her quickening pulse. With hips bucking wildly and eyes fluttering, she succumbed to the ferocious climax. A sudden knock on her window startled her. Ma'am, pull ahead, please. The carwash is over.