At The Sink

Maybe, if I write this one down, I can get it out of my head.

We were both showered. You were standing at the sink, playing with your hair. I slipped up behind you, put my hands on your hips, and kissed your neck where it met your upraised arms.

“What was that for?”

“Just because.”

I kissed the other side while I slipped my hands up to cup your breasts. You gasped and squirmed. I kissed your spine as I pulled gently on your nipples while squeezing your breasts in my hands.

“I am going to be late,” you gasped.

Rather than answer I continued to kiss your neck and pull on your nipples. You pushed your ass back against me, and the head of my hardening cock rolled across your clit. You juices started to flow over my cock as teased more. You moaned and braced your hands on the sink and trapped my arms where I could only manipulate your tits. You started to gasp as you pushed your ass back and forth over my cock. You pushed up onto your toes, twisted your hips and dropped down onto the head of my cock. You sighed as you forced it entirely into your body. You bent over to brace your arms on the counter where you could leverage your position. I pulled and pinched your nipples as I pumped my cock slowly in and out of your wet snatch.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you panted.

You moved your arm so you could drop a hand down to finger your clit. I took my free hand and started to play with your ass. I slipped my thumb in, and you gasped and all but threw yourself back at my body. I could feel my orgasm getting close as we pistoned against each other. You gasped and cried out a second before my cock throbbed and filled your depths with my cum. We pushed back and forth a couple more times before you slumped against me. I caught you around the waist until you could support yourself. You pushed my cock out, then turned around to kiss me. You shoved your tongue into my mouth and pulled me against you with leg until there was nothing between us.

“Come on,” you said as you pulled me towards the shower.

“You’re going to be late,” I said.

“Yes, very late.”

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Random Thoughts

Welcome to November! The occasional story is coming out. I wrote A Date? The other day. It is a story about a man and woman, and the woman, with the man’s permission, has experiences. This is the story of one of them. There might be another coming soon. I have also been watching some classic porn, and let’s face it, plot is not the strong suit in these films, but that does not mean that I cannot try and do it better. So I am writing The Nurses of the 8069. You know what I am parodying, right? Right? OK, good.

In other news, it is cold and flu season, so you should get your flu shot.

As always, thanks for reading, and if you have any ideas for stories, or want to send me some images for inspiration, do not hesitate.

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New stories, old stories

I had a nice individual offer to help edit one of my stories that have been collecting dust for a while. Chapter One is being reviewed and with luck between the two of us, we will get the remaining five chapters reviewed and pushed to Stories-on-line soon. I noticed I have not written much lately (well, other than my little story called Tracy but that has fallen by the wayside for the moment as well) so it will be good to get something finished. In the meantime, I did just finish a Quickie. I hope you like it.

Happy Canada Day all.

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Kiss me hard before you go 

I shook off the sleep from the night before as I realized the alarm had sounded and I got up and turned it off. The sound of water in the shower has been my only saving grace. I pulled myself up and put two feet on the floor. I stood up and made my way to the bathroom. After taking care of business, I stood back and looked at the vision in the shower.

“What?”

Kiss me hard before you go

“What what?” I asked with a smirk.

“You are staring at me.”

“Just admiring the scenery. Would you like your back washed?”

I could see the gleam in her eye through the water and the glass as she rolled the soap in her hands over and over.

“Is that a yes?” I asked as I slid the door open and stepped into the shower.

“Yes.”

I took the soap and spun her around. She braced her hands against the wall, and I slid my hands up and down over the smooth muscles of her back. She almost purred as I rubbed her shoulder. I pushed my body up and down over her ass as I rubbed her shoulders. I slid my hands along her sides where I tickled the sides of her breasts where they hung from her chest. Pulled back to her hips and then pushed my hands back up to her stomach and under her breasts to catch them, squeeze them, and roll her nipples between my fingers. Her moan echoed in the shower, and her ass pushed back against my swelling cock. A wiggle and a push against me and her curving fingers told me how much she enjoyed the shower, so far. I continued to pull on her nipples, and her hips continued to push back against me.

“More, more.”

I took one hand from her breasts and slid it between the cheeks of her ass. I sawed it up and down with my thumb pressing against her soft spots. Her clit was particularly sensitive. Every time my thumb passed over it, there was a twitch and another moan. I shoved a soapy finger into her ass and was rewarded with a full body shiver. I pumped it in and out a couple of times before I pulled it out.

I quickly soaped up my cock. I pushed the small of her back and her ass tilted up towards me. I positioned my cock at the outer ring of her ass and shoved forward slowly. Her breath came in pants as I slid into her inch, by slow inch.

“Ahhhhhhhh!”

She shoved her ass back at me and took the last couple of inches in a single thrust. Her body shook, and her ass clamped down on my cock. I waited for the spasm to pass before I stroked in and out of her. Moans echoed through the room as I pounded her. Her arms were braced on the shower wall as I took my pleasure in her.

“More, harder, more, more!”

Her encouragement was all I needed. Using her hips as leverage, I buried myself as deeply as I could on each stroke and pulled back as much as I dared before repeating the actions. Her orgasm ground my cock inside of her depths. I pushed once more through her and erupted, my cum filled her, and she cried out in pleasure. I pumped and pumped until there was nothing left to give while I supported her weight with my hand. My cock was ejected from her ass as I could feel her cry as the emotions passed through her body.

Once her body was under control again, we finished bathing and stepped out of the shower. I quickly dried her and then dried me before I pulled her into my arms.

“Kiss me hard, before you go,” I asked.

She did, and I went on to finish getting dressed.

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Pajamas

She stood in front of me in in a Batman onesie with snaps to the waist, all of them done up to her neck. Her breast hung loosely though. She was cute. We sat down on the couch, and she curled into my lap. She put her head on my chest and slipped a hand under my t-shirt where she flicked my nipple. I could only trace the outline of her breasts from the way I sat. Occasionally her touches would become the raking of her fingernails.

“Kiss me,” she whispered.

We turned around enough to kiss without straining ourselves. Our tongues quickly joined the battle while our hands wandered. She moaned as I palmed her nipples. One of her hands grabbed my cock. We moaned together. She broke the kiss and sat back. She reached forward and pulled down my pajamas enough to free my cock. She took it in her hand before she took it in her mouth. The sensations were warm and wet. I moaned as she took my entire length into her mouth. I could do nothing but enjoy the feelings that were rippling through my body as her tongue and hands made short work of my cock. I never got a warning out as my cum poured down her throat. She swallowed several times before she licked my cock gently. She moved to rest her head on my lap.

“Keep watching,” she whispered. “I want you to get hard again, soon.”

I was not going to argue as she slowly started to undo the snaps.

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Another Dream

He closed the door by shoving her against the back of it and using her as part of the process. There was a look of shock on her face as her back bounced off the door, but there was a glint in her eye, and her mouth opened reflexively as he pinned her wrists together over her head. He forced his mouth over hers and shoved his tongue in. She moaned, shivered, and cried out slightly as she pushed her hips against his. She could feel the strength in his body, and the outline of his cock against her leg. He roughly grabbed her tit over her clothing and squeezed. Her nipples flared, hard, and demanding as he continued to ravish her mouth with his. She moaned again as he pinched her nipple hard.

He pushed her against the door again and pulled at the button on her jeans. The zipper was almost pulled out of the seams as he pulled her pants open at the waist and shoved his hand down the inside of her panties. His finger slipped over the rubbery lips of her pussy and slammed it into her in one shove, her pussy running with excitement she had not felt in years. Her knees went weak, and only the force of his hands holding her up kept her from hitting the floor. She shoved her shirt up and pulled the cup of her bra off before he bit down on her nipple and plunged his finger into her once more. She could not see for lack of oxygen to her brain and the force of the orgasm that made her shake harder.

She felt the absence of his hand and barely heard the sound of his pants being undone. She did feel him spin her around and pushed her body against the door. She felt the coldness of the steel against her exposed tit while her pants were shoved down below her knees. She heard something rip and shivered again. He grabbed the hair at the base of her skull. She had let it grow, but it was still not longer than her shoulder, and he tugged it enough for her to know she was entirely under his control. He stepped on her pants and shoved them down to her ankles before ramming his leg between her legs and spreading them. He bent her over and roughly ran his hand between her legs before he shoved his cock into her in one hard motion. She moaned again and pushed back equally hard. She braced her free hands on the door and cried out as he pounded in and out of her pussy. She yelled as her orgasm contracted her entire body and she could feel his cock swell inside of her. She could take no more, and her legs gave out, and he let her fall to the floor.

She lay there, looking up at the condom covered cock, sweat covering their bodies. She reached forward but could not move, tangled as she was in her clothes and still lacking any muscle control. She closed her eyes again and took a deep breath before she opened them again. He was no longer standing there. She struggled with her shoes and managed to get her legs out of them before she hauled herself up using the hallway wall as support. She stumbled into the main room and looked around. She slumped down on the couch and put her head in her hands and shivered again.

It could not have been a dream, could it?

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I Hate Exercise

An image of Robin

An image of Robin

I met Robin at a local running club event. Let me be clear, I was not running. I do not run unless forced to do so by circumstances that I would consider catastrophic. But I do volunteer my time at a number of events, and this was one of those times. They were having a half-marathon and triathlon and needed people to hand out water and cheer and other tasks that make the participants happy. It is not heavy duty and gets me out of the house. Robin, it turns out, is a runner and a member of the club hosting the event. She had the unenviable task of keeping the volunteers on task. Or at least making sure we pretended to know what we were doing. She handed me a clip board and told me to stand next to her as she checked people in.

Like most runners, she has lean, smooth legs that ended in a firm, tight ass. She was wearing a running skirt instead of shorts. Her dirty blond hair was tied up in a knot on the top of her head. She had a cute smile and a commander’s voice and we all snapped to when she talked. Unlike most runners though, she was not completely free of any fatty tissue. Her chest sat nicely on her frame, secured by a sports bra and covered in a performance t-shirt. I had to resist sneaking glances at her as I put marks on the paper as people came up for their assignments.

“What do you do to stay in shape,” she asked during a lull.

“Skip a glass of scotch,” I said with a smirk.

“No, I mean what do you do for exercise?”

“I should say that I run dozens of miles a day before my personal trainer has me lift a ton of weights, but frankly, vigorous sex is about the some of my activity. I hate exercise.”

She was saved a response as another wave of folks came up to get their assignments. Robin said hello to those repeating volunteers and others she knew. Once everyone was deployed and the participants briefed on the rules and other minutiae before they were sent off on their way.

“Can you lift things?” she asked with a smirk.”

Is it heavier than a beer?” I asked with a smirk as I followed her.

She was probably surprised over the course of the next couple of hours as she had me haul food, water, prizes, podiums and any number of other things around the site. She had a glossy sheen of sweat on her face as we stopped for water. I was sweating as well but not hard. The air was cool despite the sun.

“I thought you said you didn’t exercise?” she said draining her glass.

“No, I said other than vigorous sex, I didn’t exercise.”

“Maybe I need to have you show me what you mean, because I thought I was in shape,” she said with a sexy smile.

“I will be happy to introduce you to my training program.”

She smiled again and we continued with our tasks. A couple of times I managed to get a picture of her working at her job or talking to other people. She smiled when she saw me do this and I simply smiled back at her. By the time the last participants had come in and the cleanup crew was moving in, she had let me take a couple of pictures of her not working. She even pulled me aside, took a quick look around and skimmed off her t-shirt. It must have been the cool air that made he nipples so prominent.

She dismissed us with her thanks and the thanks of the organization. I made sure she had my contact information if they needed my help in the future and wished her a good day as I departed with the volunteers. I had only just made it to my car when a message arrived.

Sorry, I can’t take advantage today, but we should schedule something soon. Make sure I get those pictures for the newsletter!

I smiled and sent back:

Let me know when you are free and make sure I am on the mailing list for that newsletter.

I hopped into the car and headed for lunch.

As promised, I sent Robin the pictures I had shot, all of them. The ones I had taken of her where she tried to pose, I had cleaned them up and cropped them. I also included a note.

These came out well. I printed them and have them as a collage. Hope things are well. I am sure they will look great in the newsletter.

I was pouring myself a drink when she got back to me.

There are some great shots there, thank you. Can we get some time together? Drinks tomorrow night at Charlie’s?

It was a date.

“Hey stranger,” Bobbie said as I sat down at my table. “Where have you been keeping yourself?”

“Evening Bobbie. I have been traveling a bit. Customer wanted my physical presence rather than using technology so I had to go to New York for a couple of weeks.”

“That sounds like fun. You get out much?”

“A bit. Found a couple of nice places to hang my hat, and the food was good.”

“Great. Welcome home. You waiting on someone?”

“Yes. Her name is Robin.”

“Runner? About five-eight?”

“That would be here.”

“You want wine? She only drinks ice water.”

“Bring a bottle and two glasses. I don’t trust people that don’t drink wine.”

“Back in a couple. Jack’s got some fresh bread just out of the oven.”

“Then it would be a shame to let it become croutons,” I said and Bobbie laughed as she went about her tasks.

Charlie’s is like an old shoe. It is comfortable, it smells a bit, and it reminds you that there are worse things in the world than having happy feet. I waved to a couple of the regulars and enjoyed a couple of sips of the wine and slathered soft butter on the soft bread. There is nothing more delicious than good butter on fresh baked bread and I indulge in it as often as I can.

“All those carbs,” Robin said as she approached the table.

I stood up and help her to the chair.

“Hey, I have to keep my energy up, and bread is one of the four essential food groups.”

She was wearing a black pencil skirt that fell just above her knees and a black boat neck shirt. Gold earrings dangled from her ears and other than a bracelet on her wrist, she was not wearing any jewelry. Her two inch pumps were sensible shoes and made her calves looks wonderful. I took all this in while she looked at me.

“The four essential food groups? OK, this I have to hear.”

“Oh, it’s very simple. Garlic, butter, bread, olive oil. You really don’t need anything else, although I find rosemary sometimes adds a nice surprise to a focaccia or a roasted garlic bulb.”

“It’s amazing you are not the size of a house,” she said laughing.

I poured her some wine, which she did not decline and smiled.

“Vigorous sex,” I said by way of answer and a toast.

“Vigorous sex, then,” she said.

We ordered out meals and Bobbie went off to place the order.

“The committee loved the pictures of me doing work. One smart ass said he didn’t know I could do manual labor and was going to make sure I was on the next work crew, just so he could witness it for himself.”

“I am glad. What did they think of the last one?” I asked, nudging her.

“As if. But Michelle, my running partner, she liked it, a lot. She wants you to take one like that of her so she can send it to her ex. Seem she used to get grief about her weight. Well, let’s say she’s dropped more than a hundred pounds, but picked up muscles in all the right places without losing her curves.”

“Ah, a real woman then. Not that you are not. Your curves are quite respectable. But no woman should get grief for what is a necessary part of their body structure. I would be happy to oblige her desire. I will even use a real camera if she would like. I can bring the studio to her.”

“Studio?”

“I guess I didn’t get around to that. I an a graphic artist. I have access to a complete photo studio. I also have amassed a fair amount of my own gear and I can put together a decent home studio if I have too.”

“That explains how you can get such good pictures from a cell phone.”

“And a bit of post processing. Normally I don’t fiddle with an image more than brighten it for printing, but I tweaked a few things with yours. I can do the same for Michelle with a decent camera and some properly set lights.”

“Here is to mysterious men and their unknown skills. Now if you cooked, I would start looking around for your wife.”

“I do, and my own laundry too. I haven’t had a pink sock in decades. And no wife, nor ex to worry about. Just never saw the need.”

“Self sufficient. I like that trait too.”

Bonnie brought us back our dinner and we set to. Robin tried not to tease me too much about my food choices, but she was not always successful.

“You know,” I began as I speared a French fry, “You have to run 3/4 of a mile to burn off the calories in that lump of broccoli. And while you might experience a runner’s high along the route, you will still have suffered through the pain of actually eating it in the first place, because it is supposed to be good for you. I, on the other hand, need only to give you one screaming orgasm to burn off the calories in this French fry, and I get to enjoy the pleasure of it twice.”

Her fork stopped half way to her mouth as I started and by the time I finished, she had put the fork down, untasted, and goggled at me as I popped the fry in my mouth and slowly chewed it.

“You are an evil, evil man,” she said at last.

“Why? Because I enjoy my food?”

“No, because you presume you know how to give me a screaming orgasm,” she spat.

I simply smiled.

“Did I mention that I was going to do it by eating your pussy until you pushed me away?”

Her fork hit her plate again and I could see the rise and fall of her breasts become irregular. A gentle red flush began to spread up from her neck.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked.

“I can’t remember the last time a guy even offered to eat me, much less promised me an orgasm because of it,” she said quietly.

“That is a shame. A lovely lady like you deserves to feel pleasure in every way possible.”

She blushed more, if that were possible, and the rosy hue fell across the skin revealed by her shirt.

“Rubbing your legs together?” I leered.

“Damn you. Yes!”

“Good,” I smiled and we finished our dinner.

Robin put her silverware down and looked at me over the last of her wine.

“Of course, you are full of shit. There is no way licking me to an orgasm could burn off enough calories for one one of those French fries, much less the plateful you ate.”

“But you want to see me try anyway.”

“Damn straight.”

“Your place?”

“It’s as good as any.”

I paid the bill and followed her to a small apartment complex. She lived on the top floor and had a wonderful view through floor to ceiling windows of a small field that served as a water retention area in heavy rains to keep the surrounding property from flooding. It was tastefully decorated with two bedrooms, one converted into a home office and gym, the other hosting a king-sized bed. She pulled me into her arms and we kissed gently at first and then with more heat and desire. She moaned into my mouth as our tongues found each other and wrapped themselves together, much as she was pulling me tightly against her and I was pulling her tightly against my body. I squeezed her ass gently and rhythmically. She pushed harder against my growing erection and I pushed back against her.

I slid my hand along the waist of her skirt until I found the clasp and zipper that held it together and deftly undid the clasp and slid down the zipper. She moaned again as I slipped my hand inside the skirt and along the top of her stockings. Her ass was bare, where I touched it and she pushed harder against me before she broke the kiss.

“Damn, your hand is so hot on my skin. How do you do that.”

I just smiled and she laughed as her skirt fell to the ground. I stepped back a bit and undid her blouse quickly. I noticed that she was not wearing any panties of any sort and slid a finger along her lightly furred, and damp, lips as I slipped a hand over a bra covered breast, pinching gently at the erect nipple there.

“Oh, you do not waste any time,” she sighed.

She held onto me while I teased her clit and nipple at the same time. She shivered as I slipped my finger deeper into her folds. She backed up and sat down on the couch. She spread her legs. She held them open and the look on her face made it clear what my next move was to be. I pulled down a pillow and sunk down onto it before sliding between her legs. I could smell her excitement and in a moment I could see it as her clit poked out from under its hood and her lips were wet. Rather than just dive it, I placed gentle kisses on the soft skin of her thighs, her mound and the place were her hips joined her legs. She shivered as I did this. More so as I tickled other sensitive places that were just outside of where she wanted me to focus. I kept my motions slow and deliberate. Each kiss closer, each kiss more direct, until I kissed her hood and flicked her clit with my tongue. She moaned and shook as I did this and cried out as I circled her clit with my tongue. I could feel the moisture begin to flow from her as I increased my speed and pressure on her clit. Robin pulled back her legs, opening herself up to my attention. I pushed on and her first orgasm surprised her with its intensity. The second one came right on the heels of the first and she flooded the couch beneath her. I slipped a finger into her and sucked hard on her clit as I slid my finger over the rough skin inside of her. She cried out and her thighs clamped hard on my head. She panted as wave after wave of pleasure when through her and then she pushed me back despite keeping me in a headlock between her thighs. I kept flicking her clit, even as she pushed me back and eventually she released me enough to get me out far enough to block me from her sensitive body.

She slumped back against the back of the couch, a dark patch clear beneath her. She was gently teasing a nipple through her clothes as she tried to recover.

“OK, that might have burned off that piece of broccoli and I have to admit it was much more fun than going for a run. Damn, you’re good.”

She made an act of fanning herself before she sat up and took off her blouse and bra.

“However, you seem to still be dressed. Strip. That should burn a calorie or two.”

I smiled at her and stood up before I undid my pants and tossed my shirt over on the couch next to hers, my cock standing out proudly in front of me.

“Now that is a nice looking cock,” she said as she sat forward and slipped her hands around it. They were cooler than the blood heated skin and my cock twitched under her touch. She rolled her thumb over the head of my cock, smearing the precum over it.

“Mm, this is nice,” she said.

I trembled a bit as she did this, my cock jumped in her hand as she stroked its length with her doubled hand.

“You want to do it here on the couch?” I asked as she moved forward to lick the head gently.

“It is energetic that way,” she said with smirk, “but I do prefer the bed.”

She released me and stood up before she pulled me towards her bedroom. She pushed me down onto the bed and threw her leg over my hip before she dropped down onto my hips, my cock deep inside of her velvet folds.

“Oh, that fits nicely,” she said with a gasp.

She moved up and down on me a couple of times, enjoying the sensations clearly, based on the way her nipples hardened and the way her head lolled about her shoulders. I slipped a finger between us and diddled her clit which made her dance more on my cock and rake her nails over my chest. Her muscles rippled over the length of my cock and I moaned out in pleasure.

“I can see why you like this,” she said smiling. “And you feel so good. But I want you to take me. Can you do that?”

“Roll over and let’s find out,” I said.

She slipped off of me and lay on her back beside me. I rolled over and looked down as her as she spread her legs and let me get closer to her. I could feel the heat of her pussy as my cock moved closer to her and then slipped into her. We both moaned as I found my length deep into her. She pulled her legs back and a few more millimeters slipped into her. We were as close as two people could get. I bent down and licked her nipple before I started to slowly stroke in and out of her. She panted as our speed increased and a flush spread down over her upper chest. Sweat ran down my spine and her legs wrapped around me and encouraged more from me. I shoved forward and pounded her harder. Both of us panted. She threw back her head and squeezed me so tight I could not push forward into her. I could feel her flooding my cock. She moaned again as I tried to push more into her. Eventually she relaxed enough that I could continue pushing in and out of her. My own orgasm swelled my cock and I filled her quickly in long spurts until there was nothing left. I collapsed onto my elbows above her and she pulled me down close against her. We kissed passionately as I softened inside of her and she expelled me as the foreign body I was. We rolled over and she held onto me.

“Can you stay?” she asked.

“Certainly.”

“Good, because I have a lot more dinner to burn off.”

I laughed and kissed her as we got ready for the next round of exercise.

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A Textual Exchange

I’m horny

I looked at the unknown number for a minute, and having nothing better to do, I responded.

OK, how can I help?

I was just laying here, thinking about your tongue on my clit.

Oh?

Mmmhmm

And was my tongue flicking your clit, or was it rolling around it and teasing it? Was it lapping up your wetness in long slow strokes from your ass to your nub? Or was it poking its way into whatever crevice it could find and worming about?

Damn, yes, all of it.

All of it? That makes me sound indecisive. I am not indecisive. I would start with the long, slow, languid licks, tasting all of you. Making sure I understood the lay of the land as it were. Feeling your legs shiver at this first invasion of your most private place

Oh, yes, please.

Then I would see what I had to work with. A few passes around the outside of your clit, making sure to only brush it with my tongue. Gauging its hardness, its readiness. Encouraging you to move around a bit.

I am moving now.

Tease the bud of your ass. Ensure that you are fully open to my explorations. And then I would get serious. Are your nipples hard yet?

Oh, hard and eager. Waiting for your touch.

I like hard and eager nipples. It makes it more fun when I wrap my lips around your clit and suck. It leaves my hands free to pinch and pull your nipples, making sure your pleasure centers are connected and every sensation rockets through your body.

Oh, I need you, I need you. I am so wet right now. I need something inside me.

Have a toy? Feel free to use it.

I think tonight I need the big one.

You just want me to suck your clit until it explodes, bathing my face with your juices. You want me to make your pussy clench so hard nothing can pass those velvety folds. You want to cum so hard your back bows.

Oh, fuck, yes!

Are you full now? You pussy wrapped around that fake dick, thrusting in and out of your wetness?

There was no immediate response. I picked up my scotch and had a sip while I waited. If she was as horny as she indicated, I guessed she was now rubbing her clit raw while she pounded her cunt with the big one. I continued to wait and gently rubbed my own erection.

Whew. I haven’t cum like that in a while

Take the edge off?

Yeah, a little. Thanks. Can you come over?

That would be a bit of a challenge. I am pretty sure we are not even in the same neighborhood, much less the same state at the moment.

??

Let me put this another way. Who are you?

!!

I waited a minute or two.

It’s Gail.

Pleasure to meet you Gail. Vic here. I am in Los Angeles at the moment. Where are you? If I am going to come over that is.

The next pause was a bit more protracted.

I’m in Casper. I’m sorry.

For what?

Disturbing you.

Well, I am a bit flustered at the moment, but hardly disturbed.

LOL, I guess I should take credit for that.

By all means. After all, I did lick your pussy, at least virtually.

And you did such a good job. There is a puddle under my ass.

Mission accomplished then.

Mostly. I am still horny.

The big one didn’t do the trick?

Oh, it is well used, but no, not completely.

Anything I can do to help?

Can you come over 😉

Sorry, not tonight 🙂

Lick my nipples?

I would love to lick your nipples, Gail. And since I can only lick one at a time, I am going to let my hand wander over your other one.

Yes, that would work.

Lick it until it is hard and responsive, alternating between sucking it and licking it, and then roll it with my teeth, biting down enough for you to feel it.

Yesssss.

Pinch the other one at the same time so there is increased pressure.

Harder, harder!

Oh, I see. A little pain to heighten your pleasure.

Yes, please.

Shall I pull them? Cup your tits and pull on your nipples until they are stretched.

How did you know I like that?

Just a hunch

Are you naked?

No. Should I be?

Makes it easier for me to suck your cock if you are naked.

I thought you were horny?

I am one of those girls that gets off sucking dick.

I have never met one like that. Let me get naked.

I had to put the dildo back in. I feel so empty, but I am so wet it keep sliding out.

You need to brace it with something.

It does have a base.

Get on your knees. Suck my cock and ride your dong.

OK!

I am naked now.

About time. I am bouncing up and down as I look at your cock, run my hands along its length, gauge its firmness. Feel the way the head compresses under my finger before I take it in my mouth.

If I wasn’t hard before, I am now

I want to feel your balls in my hand. Weigh them, roll them as I suck you length into my throat. I want to bury my nose in the skin at the base of your cock.

Mmm

I want to choke on your length before I back off it enough to bounce it in and out of my wet lips. I want to lick it and suck on the head until you can’t take it anymore.

Getting close.

I want to make it quick. Make you cum fast and hard, down my throat so I can suck you back to stiffness and ram my dripping cunt.

Here it cums.

Yes, yes, more, more.

Nothing more to give.

There was another pause and I imagined that Gail was having another orgasm astride her big, fake dick. And I was right. I couple of minutes later, she sent me a picture of her face, her hair in disarray, a flush spreading down her through.

Hello Gail

I sent a similar picture back to her.

Hello Vic.

Better now?

Better, but still not sated. Thank you. Can I keep this number?

I don’t see why not. If for no other reason that you get horny again.

Oh, I am sure that will happen. Maybe next time, we can do it by video.

I admit that I am looking forward to her next message.

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Jumping up the ranks

I posted a quick, 1000 word story, called I Want You In My Mouth on Stories On Line over the weekend. Just a little something I wrote a few weeks ago in a fit of boredom. It was not high theatre or even dramatical, yet it seems to have found a following, for, at the end of the weekend, it is suddenly my seventh most read story, out of now twenty-two stories. It is an amazing feat for a story to jump that much in just a few days. By comparison, my story Tied, which I posted back in April has barely broken the bottom twenty and has been read less than half the number of times that Mouth has been read.

I have never understood what makes one story more popular over the other, yet, there we are.

And thanks for reading.

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Dinner with Rachel and Kathryn

I was standing in line at the convenience store, getting myself a bottle of soda when I noticed that it was “have a drink with…” season again. You know, that company with the red soda cans? They put random names on the cans and bottles? And it might be a friend of yours or someone you might never have met. I had two in my hand, and the names on them were Rachel and Katheryn, so I wondered what might happen if I had drinks with them. And that went from drinks to dinner, to dessert, to a story. A day later, I had another pair of bottles in my hands, and yes, another story idea. So here are the stories, based on nothing more than the names I pulled at random out of the refrigerator. So here I present the first of the Red Soda stories. Just a bit of fun and fluff.

Up first, Dinner with Rachel and Kathryn. This story is MFF with anal play. I hope you enjoy.

Thanks for reading.

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