Clunky Boobs

There’s a glass of water by the bed and as I sip out of it, I hold the last drink in my mouth without swallowing. As you lay on your back, I crawl on top of you and pull your nipple into my mouth, swirling my cold wet tongue around it. Opening my mouth a little, I allow drops to leak onto your chest, dripping down your sides. I trail my lips down your stomach, letting water out of my mouth slowly, watching it all pool into your bellybutton. This is so cold against your skin, you’re writhing in the sheets, gasping each time the wetness reaches a new place on your body. I cover every inch of your torso with my wet tongue, moving the water around with my lips, kissing and licking and tasting all of you. Well, almost all of you. (more…)

“Author’s note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Angel Love for her editing to make this a better story.”

The car, a long black limousine, had met my train in town. I barely had time to marvel at the quaintness of the small European village before the chauffeur had collected my bags and hastily trundled them out to the car, stowing them in the boot … trunk, to an unknowing American … and held the door for me to enter the back seat. We had followed the old narrow streets through town but were all too soon out in the countryside. (more…)

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, close my eyes. Breathe slowly. I have been waiting for the moment when you will wrap your arms around me for months. The last hour before it happens is almost excruciating.

The plane descends, I am impatient. I stand up in my seat before the seatbelt light turns out. I groan out loud while the woman in front of me stops to fumble with her purse as we move off the plane in single file. I bypass the bathroom where I had planned to stop and refresh my lipstick and fix my hair. I am so overwhelmed with the impending moment that I suddenly can not imagine delaying it for makeup. (more…)

There wasn’t a star in sight as I leaned against a tree waiting for dawn. A glob of snow slipped in my collar and ran down my neck when I looked down at my watch. 6:03. I was freezing. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to kill a deer. I didn’t want to dress it out. I wanted to be home in bed with my wife.

Only she was someone else’s wife now. My family had rented the little cabin every year for as far back as I could remember. I was the last one left. I was freshly home from Iraq. I somehow felt I had to come. I was miserable. I decided the hell with it, I would go back to the cabin and get warm. No! It would be stupid to be walking through the woods on a hunting lease just at dawn. A damn good way to get yourself shot. (more…)

It seemed like any other Friday night, but this night was going to change the way I viewed women forever. I had planned to meet a few of my buddies at a local hot spot for a few drinks and to renew our ongoing quest to find Miss Right.

Every week it seems to be the same pattern: 100 guys all chasing after the 3-5 “hot” chicks at the club while the other 75 to 80 single women in the place talk and dance amongst themselves. This night I was hanging with my buddies and I was scouting out the “talent” in the club when I noticed a demure looking woman sitting at a table with a couple other women. None of the women at the table were strikingly beautiful, but they were well dressed, and had pretty faces. (more…)

“Just to let you know, Lorrie,” I said, before taking a deep breath so that I could complete my voice mail message. “My presentation this afternoon went real well. I think I got them all pumped on our products. There isn’t much going on tonight and we’ll be finished with the sales meeting in the morning. Tell Jack that I spent a lot of time with Brian Hightower during the golf outing and that I’ll be heading home before noon tomorrow. Expect to see me in the office by three or so. Forward all calls to my voice mail so I can pick them up when I get in. Thanks Lorrie. See you when I get in!” (more…)

“This is a continuation of my submission “Cat, Chris and Matt”. It describes the rest of the night that the three of us spent together. It’s the second and final part of a true story.

I’ll be very grateful for all votes and feedback – good, bad or indifferent…”

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We smoked a joint. Again, we didn’t say much. We all said we were looking forward to the rest of the night. I had time to relax again. And to start to get horny again. Chris and Matt were still fully clothed. I wanted to see those two lovely cocks. I wanted to get my mouth on them. (more…)

The French door clicked open as she slid out to the balcony to steal away from the party. The sheer white curtains whipped in the brisk wind as she crept away from the stodgy crowd. The wives had stared at her like they always do. Their eyes were drawn to the art of Olivia tattoo spread seductively in ink across her lower back. The blue velvet dress Johnny had bought dipped too low to hide it. Sweet Johnny had always loved her tattoo. He wanted her to show it off. He had wanted to look across the room of the fancy party and think of all the times he’d shot his load across the picture of “Sugar Puss”. She loved the feel of his hot spunk splashing across her skin. (more…)

“”Hi April” I said, kind of surprised to hear from her.

“Listen I know it only been a few days since…well you know.” She said with a little uncertainty in her voice. “But I told someone.”

“April, you said NOT to tell anyone and it’s been like two days …Christ April.”

“I know, I know. But just come back to that apartment. Now if you can. Please.”

“April, I don’t know…”

“Fuck,just come. Trust me.”

I kind of loved when she got all demanding. What the hell, It was my day off. (more…)

Mr. Rankin was led up the stairs to Jamie’s room naked, juices still dripping from his cock into the heavy plush carpet of the stairs. He noticed how Jamie also had a slick of cum running down her thighs. The smell was amazing.

The upstairs of the house was just as grand as the rest of the house, very large and furnished with a contemporary style of black, white and grays with accents of a dusty rose. Jamie took Mr. Rankin’s hand and opened the door to her room.

Inside was a room of lavender: lavender carpet, clean lavender walls with a stark white all over the woodwork. The room smelled of lavender. Jamie went to the bed and turned down the soft floral spread to reveal the lavender satin sheets. (more…)