Tossing and turning isn’t going to help me get some rest, Alexandra thought as she rolled around on the big futon, trying to stay underneath the warmth of the electric blanket.
It was cold in the room, but warm in the bed. Her skin tingled. She kept thinking about him, how they left it last time they were together. How the pull to join, with lips and pussy and cock, had increased in strength and intensity.
Continue reading “Longing for orgasmic release”
Originally posted in July 2020. Still valid today.
She dreams of his mouth glued to her pussy.
His tongue dividing her fleshy lips. Probing, searching…
Moisture dripping on his face, down her thighs, onto the sheets.
She yearns, and desires.
Then, something distracts, and she dries up. Continue reading “Fleeting desires”
She came back feeling agitated and worked up. When she saw him, she went over to see if his usual calm demeanor would help soothe her nerves.
He saw her turmoil immediately when he locked eyes with her. Slowly, he approached her and opened his arms. Thankful for the gesture, she sank into him for a hug.
He held her for a while, squeezing her tight, until she felt her body relax.
After a while, he peeled her off him, and held her at arms’ length. Gazing into her eyes, he spoke:
She looked back at him, searching his eyes for something. He let go of her arms after a while, and returned her look.
“Touch me,” she said.
Continue reading “Futile longing”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) (part 2) and (part 3).
He finally got his wish, I thought.
I turned around for him.
I could feel his eyes on me, from several feet away. Scanning me. Looking, but not touching.
My behind, bare and curvy, within reach of his touch. Continue reading “Seductive exposure (part 4)”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) and (part 2).
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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.
Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 3)”
The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1).
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Sliding the panties off my hips revealed more than just my nudity to the man whose bedroom I was standing in.
It revealed a shyness I knew I needed to conquer. Or at least acknowledge as an acceptable part of my vulnerability.
He watched me from his position by the dresser. His body was rigid; only his eyes followed along as my hands peeled my panties past my knees.
When they reached the floor I slowly stepped out of them.
Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 2)”
“Take off your clothes,” he simply stated, in that matter-of-fact, confident tone of his.
I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. Continue reading “Seductive Exposure (part 1)”
She glanced at her reflection in the mirrored doors of her bedroom closet. Her black lace bra still fit after all these years, much to her amazement. So did the panties…
Taking a step back she admired her new boots. Well heeled, but not too high. Classy black leather, a small buckle at the ankle, long zippers. Not slutty.
Unless she wears them while naked. Or with just her bra and panties. Then they might become a part of a more provocative scenario.
This is what she was wearing that day. Bra, panties and boots, and nothing else. Continue reading “Seductive selfies”
Mirrors are not the enemy. Or are they? Continue reading “Self-seduction”
The fantasies that exist in her head are just that – fantasies. They may not reach fruition. Too many other factors come into play.
Like the senses. Touch and smell, vision and…taste. Those are missing from her fantasies.
Continue reading “Testing curiosity”