Sexy licking

Pussies get a fat tounge
“Like her, I love her. She’s gorgeous.” You take my hand again and show me
all that’s to be seen topside and then we go below deck. It’s surprisingly
spacious below. Two large cabins, a galley, the head, the engine compartment
and lots of storage areas. The galley is very well outfitted, including a
microwave. I even see a computer in one of the staterooms.

If I were to write a romance I couldn’t have done it any better than this one
is beginning. The boat, the car, you are all exactly what I want. Slowly you
place your hand on the nape of my neck and press your fingers gently. I’m so
relaxed and yet still so excited. What an incredible feeling. At last, you
lean down and kiss me. Very lightly and so gently. Your lips are soft and
parted slightly. I respond, trying hard to control myself. As you break from
the kiss you smile again and ask if I would like to change into something else.

I dont believe in accidents

There seems no graceful thing left to do but thank you and to walk off. You
smile again, a great warming smile and wink at me. Promising to call me soon
you walk off. I move very slowly from the spot hoping you will in fact call,
very soon. Shopping is no longer important. I think I found what I was
looking for…
All afternoon it seems I fantasized about you. So hoping you’d call and
suggest a quiet dinner, or just a drink after work. Every time the phone rang
I jumped. To say I was unproductive was truly an understatement. There was no
possibility of running into you in the elevator, since you were 8 floors away
and used a separate bank of them.






Just as I was beginning to think you weren’t going to call the delivery boy
arrived. What incredibly beautiful yellow roses! And the card was special,
too. It merely said, “I Don’t believe in Accidents. Please meet me in the
same place at 5:15. TM.” My heart pounded, and the smile on my face was
described by a co-worker as bordering on obscene.

Busty Babe

Dave had settled down for a long screw. He had pulled her knees up to his
chest. He had pulled her legs straight and put them on his shoulders. He had
turned her hips on their side, screwing her all the while.

Dave had come a second time and had barely allowed her to get her breath
before his fingers were buried in her snatch.





“He’s treating me like a bitch!” She thought. The thought made her hot.

He had played her body like a violin, keeping her on the edge of orgasm
for minutes at a time.

Alice Sex Date

Alice had been naughty. Her lover was away for the weekend and she was
bored. When Dave called her, telling you about the concert tickets he had,
she knew what he wanted, but between the boredom and wanting to see the
concert (and Dave’s build) she went.

Dave did everything he could to turn her on. He had drinks at his place
ready before she left. she sat out on the lawn at the pavilion, drinking
wine. He put his arm around her, and at every opportunity Dave touched her,
stroked her, patted her, massaged her.

He spent a good ten minutes rubbing her forearms when she talked about
typing much of the morning. He spent longer on her back, and the kiss at the
end had seemed so natural.

The three that followed were more forceful. She didn’t protest when his
hand began rubbing her breast … she rather liked it.

On the way home his hand was under her dress as he drove, teasing her
pubic mound so that by the time she reached his apartment you were wet and as
horny as she could remember being. He took her on the rug in his living room,
and then later in his big bed.

For Alice, things had gotten out of hand … and she loved it.

Dave had continued to maintain possession of either her breast or her sex
the whole drive home. When they had entered the house he had begun kissing
her in earnest as he undressed her. His tongue had explored her in ways she
had always refused to her lover, Mark. Dave had simply been insistent. He
had tongued her mouth–deeply. He had gone all over her neck, licking her
ears.