Candlelight to delight

He had sat through dinner, looking over the table at the vision that was Billierosie. She was stunning, dressed in a black dress with a plunging neck line that hinted at the most perfect breasts he had ever seen. He was lucky to know this was a fact. He had enjoyed the feel of her small hard nipples, the way she moaned in pleasure and gasped in pain when he nipped them with his teeth. God even the thought of it got him so hard it hurt.

This was their anniversary, three glorious years together. He had booked this restaurant as it was a favourite of hers for a candlelit moment. He was regretting being here at the moment though. The candle flickering, making shadows dance. The light playing across her features, the way she was tilting her head slightly as she looked at him. That half smile that drove him crazy, were all working together to make him wish he had suggested a romantic night in.

To make matters worse, he had caught sight of her underwear as she had stepped into her dress. Her panties opaque, tight over her sex, teasing and tempting. Right now those panties were under the table, tantalisingly close yet achingly far away. He was finding it hard to concentrate on what she was saying and Billierosie new it. She was toying with him, every gesture, every phrase a subtle innuendo.

He tried to listen but he was imagining pulling her panties to one side, he could almost smell the musky scent of her sex. The taste of her on his tongue, the thrust of her hips to meet his eager mouth. It was no good, he called the waiter over and settled the bill. Billierosie was laughing as he pulled her from the restaurant, straight into a taxi. He gave the address, thrust far too much money at the driver and pulled her into a passionate embrace. He ached to explore her body with his hands but held himself in check.... barely.

Finally they were home. Shutting the door behind him he pulled her around and pushed her against it so hard it made her gasp. He hitched her dress up, running his hand up her thigh. He kissed her hard as he pulled her panties aside, his fingers rubbing against her sex. Billierosie moaned in desire and this sent him over the edge. Undoing his trousers he picked her up, Billierosie hooking her legs around him as he impaled her.

He thrust hard into her, there was no grace, just an animal need. The two of them locked together, hands exploring, grasping and pulling. He tried holding back, but his orgasm was an avalanche that could not be restrained. He felt himself flow deep inside her as she bit down on his shoulder, her own orgasm rocking though her.  They collapsed to the floor, bodies entwined, gathering themselves, ready for the long luxurious night ahead.

Naughty bus ride

Stood on the bus, Jess wondered again why she chose this way to get to and from work. The heat was cloying and not helped by the press of people, all desperate to get home and put their day's work behind them. The bus pulled into the next stop and she cursed inwardly at the crowd waiting to board, this journey really was going downhill fast. Against all odds everyone squeezed aboard and as the bus moved off with a sudden jolt, Jess was grabbed as someone lost their balance. 

She turned, fully intending to give this person a piece of her mind but found the words would not come as she found herself staring at the most beautiful man she had ever seen. Everything about him screamed perfection, his stylish suit tailored to fit his athletic frame, his deep blue eyes and apologetic smile. He leaned in to murmur his apology into her ear and she breathed in the spicy scent of his cologne. He was pushed against her again as the bus stopped to let even more people on, this time she had to grab him to prevent herself falling. His body was so hard, it was like he was carved from granite. She held on longer than was strictly necessary but he did not seem to mind. Gradually the pressure eased as people disembarked but he stayed close, gazing into her eyes. 

There was something happening here, his eyes spoke of a hunger and she was willing to be devoured. Jess's stop arrived, she looked him in the eye and gave an apologetic shrug and she made to get off. Disappointed that whatever this was had to end. He reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her back to face him, he leaned down and kissed her. Melting into him Jess forgot all about her stop. The bus pulled away and he smiled and told her that she should stay on for just a little longer with him. What was she doing?, a fleeting thought of caution was overridden by passion, as he kissed her once more.

They disembarked together at the next stop, he took hold of her hand and led her into the park, more specifically the wooded area to the side. Jess could not believe she was letting a stranger lead her like this but she felt powerless to resist. He pushed her up against a tree, and pushed his lips against hers, the kiss becoming heated and frantic as his hand moved up the inside of her thigh, lifting her dress with it. 

Wasting no time his fingers found her sex through her panties as he began to stimulate her. His kiss moved to her neck, and she was aware of her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her sex was tingling as his fingers traced over the thin layer of fabric, she was going to cum any minute, this was so delicious. He suddenly knelt in front of her and holding her dress up with one hand he pulled her now damp panties aside with his other.

The feel of his tongue, directly on her sex sent a shockwave of pleasure through her body and Jess bit her lip to prevent herself crying out. There were other people in the park, if anyone heard a noise they would look over and see them and as self conscious as she felt there was no stopping this. He had her clitoris now, sucking it and playing it against his teeth, she tried to hold off but the orgasm crashed over and through her, obliterating her senses. She stood shuddering against the tree as the aftershocks rippled through her. She felt brazen, free for the first time. Jess realised she had been waiting her whole life for this moment and she was going to grasp it with both hands.

He stood, pinning her against the tree, his kiss holding the promise off the passion to come. The taste of her sex was musky on his lips and tongue, she tangled her fingers in his hair lest he pull away. There was no danger of that, he had freed himself from his trousers and she gasped as he picked her up and pushed roughly into her. Jess wrapped her legs around him, pulling him tight to her, the pleasure of each hard thrust offset by the rough bark digging into her back. 

This was no romantic liaison, this was primal need. They were both breathing hard, she was kissing his neck but had to bite down on his shoulder as another orgasm took her, nearly making her cry out. He gave no sign of pain but thrust harder and deeper inside her, his fingers digging cruelly into her hips as he poured his release into her, she felt his warmth deep inside as he sagged against her, crushing her against the tree. 

Slowly he gathered himself and leaned back, allowing her to draw a breath. He looked into her eyes and smiled, she smiled back and suggested he might put her down now. Laughing he lowered her to the floor and they both sorted out their clothing before he led her to the bus stop.whilst they waited for the bus, he confessed to Jess that he should have got off the bus earlier but had stayed on because of how stunning she looked. 

Exchanging numbers, he promised her a call to arrange a get together, that would blow this experience away. He was so sure and confident that Jess knew she would be sitting by the phone, eager for him to make good on that promise.

Exhibitionism

Sue felt horny, really horny. Looking at the clock she realised she still had three hours left at work before she could go home. The office around her was a bustling hive of activity, everyone was working flat out to get the project finished. It was the culmination of months of hard work and the reason for her current state of arousal. Sue had spent the past month working closely with Paul in the conference room, Paul was a man in his physical prime, well dressed, extremely good looking and ‘oh god’ did he smell great. Sue wanted him now, over the desk, against the wall, on the floor, it did not really matter where she just wanted him.

From her vantage point across the room she shuffled the paper in the folder she was clutching, whilst looking over the top at his pert arse. He was reaching across the table pulling the fabric tight over his buttocks. Sue felt the heat surge between her legs, she must have made a sound because he looked over his shoulder at her. She met Paul’s gaze and was about to say something incredibly stupid to cover her embarrassment when she saw his eyes dart away for a split second. It was at that moment that something seemed to shift in the room, it was nothing physical but Paul stumbled against the table and flushed bright red. He recovered himself quickly but it left Sue mystified, why did he keep glancing over at her?

Then Sue realised she had let her legs drift a little apart, and wearing her thigh length dress, she was leaving very little to the imagination. Closing her legs, Sue tried to focus on her work but all she could think about was Paul looking up her dress. Looking over at him she could see he still kept looking over at her, she felt so powerful, in control. Waiting till he was looking again she opened her legs, not just a little this time but enough so that he knew she was letting him see. Sue had thought she felt horny before, but now there was a raging fire between her legs, there would be no doubt the evidence was showing on the fabric of her panties. Paul was staring again and his mouth was hanging open.

Sue let him look, she placed a hand on her knee and traced a line up the inside of her thigh, dragging the hem of her dress with it. Paul was facing her now and there was an obvious bulge in his trousers that promised a sizeable surprise. Sue was surprised at how far she was going and how much she was enjoying it, especially knowing that at any moment someone else could walk in to the conference room. Her fingers had reached her panties now, she shuddered in pleasure as her fingers felt her sex through the damp fabric. Paul sat on the edge of the table and watched the show, Sue pulled her panties to one side inserted a finger, she was going to come any second and welcomed the release. Biting her lip she finally felt the release she had been aching for.

Finished, Sue put her panties back in place and pulled her dress down. She closed her legs and went back to work. Paul, still perched on the side of the table was doing a passable impression of a gold fish as his mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out. It was a relief having released some of that pent up pressure but as good as her fingers were she wanted Paul inside her. After a few minutes of making him stew, Sue walked over to him and put her finger in his mouth, she told him that when work finished for the day she expected him to pay her back for the show tenfold. Time seemed to fly by for her but by look on his face Paul was feeling every minute as if it was an hour. Every time she could, Sue let him see up her dress or down at her cleavage, each glimpse seemed to make him more uptight and she gloried in her new found power.

That night Paul made good on her demands although he pretty much exploded at Sues first touch, the night was long and full of pleasure. Sue agreed to hook up with Paul again and agreed instantly to not wearing panties to the restaurant, loving the thought he could look up her skirt and see her without anyone else knowing. That date turned them on so much it ended with them screwing in a park, her skirt hitched up as he bent her over a bench. Who would have thought that a little bit of exhibitionism could be such fun.....

Angel on the dancefloor

Gemma was distracted, the noise of the concert washed over her but her attention was not on the stage, but on the vision of beauty, dancing and laughing ten paces to her left. She felt her heart racing and the flush of blood in her cheeks, the effect this woman was having on her was fast becoming physical. A growing warmth, an intense pleasure, the beat of the music pulsing through her body had her teetering on the edge. Gemma was mesmerised by this goddess, the way she moved in that dress, dear god that dress! it clung to her figure showing off her classic curves.

Each sway of her hips pulling the fabric a little higher, slowly revealing more of her thigh. Gemma found her eyes once more making their way from the killer heels, up perfectly shaped legs to the start of the red fabric which was now a little above mid thigh. She allowed her gaze to wander higher, up to those hips, moving seductively in time with the beat. That same beat which seemed to be pulsing inside her now, turning the warmth into a raging fire of desire and lust.

Never before had Gemma felt this aroused whilst out in public and certainly not for a stranger. Her eyes moved higher, noting the fabric creasing as it rode up, Gemma flicked a glance back down as she found herself thinking that if the dress rode much higher she would be able to see what panties this angel was wearing. Feeling a pang of disappointment as the dress was still too low, Gemma raised her eyes instead to the dangerously revealing neckline. There was nothing subtle here, the dress was designed with cleavage in mind and this angel had cleavage to show. Again the dress disappointed Gemma, it hinted and teased but did not fully reveal. Everything about this dress was designed perfectly, to titillate and excite.

Gemma looked higher and gasped in shock, her heart jack-hammering in her chest as she found herself making eye contact. Her face flushed and she imagined her face was redder than the dress she had been staring at. The Angel laughed aloud at Gemma's obvious discomfort, and to make it very clear she had noticed Gemma's longing gaze she gave a salacious wink and bowed slowly from her waist. Gemma could not help but stare as the Angel's breasts came so very close to breaking free. Still bent at the waist the Angel looked up and again made eye contact. A smile played on her lips as she again caught Gemma staring, causing her to flush red once more. Never had Gemma felt so self conscious and embarrassed. Like a moth drawn to a flame, Gemma could not break her gaze away from the Angel's sultry hazel eyes.

The Angel beckoned her over and she had no choice to obey, her feet were moving before she had a chance to change her mind. As the distance closed, Gemma studied this vision of beauty before her. Dark wavy hair that cascaded down to and over her shoulders. She stood at around five and a half feet tall in her heels, her hazel eyes smouldered and her full painted lips promised delights untold. Finally Gemma stood before her, the Angel leaned in and over the blaring music told Gemma her name 'Rachel'. Gemma was acutely aware of Rachel's body close to hers, and the heat that had been forgotten in her embarrassment flared once more. Gemma went to say her name in Rachel's ear but was surprised when Rachel turned her head and their lips met. Gemma pulled back in shock, but did not get far, as Rachel pulled her back into an embrace. The kiss was electric and the sudden passion threatened to overwhelm her.

Gemma let herself be led from the club, this was not like her at all. They moved into a doorway that offered a little privacy, Gemma tried to introduce herself again, but was again interrupted by a kiss. There was wanton abandon in the kiss, passion that could not be contained. Gemma ran her hands down Rachel's back, feeling her respond to her touch, lower she ran her hands as the kiss deepened. It was not only Gemma taking the opportunity for a little exploration, she moaned in pleasure against Rachel's lips as she felt her hand move up the inside of her thigh.

The touch was stoking the fire in her sex, Gemma pressed her lips harder against Rachel's, pulling her body closer. Rachel responded by running her fingers over Gemma's now wet panties, drawing a gasp of pleasure and one word from her lips, spoken in a husky whisper "pleeease". she was not disappointed as Rachel rubbed harder against her sex. Gemma moved her hips to maximise the pressure on her most sensitive node. She broke the kiss, gasping for breath, one hand pulling Rachel harder against her, the other tangled in her hair and as an orgasm ripped through her body. She gasped out her name in Rachel's ear before sagging, spent, against her. Peppering Rachel's lips with soft kisses, Gemma agreed instantly when Rachel said 'how about we head back to my place...."

Sexy Holiday Bites

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Punishment - Adult content

He loved seeing Suzy like this, that look of fear mixed with arousal. There was no doubt, she knew she had angered him. He had never brought Suzy here before but she needed to be taught a lesson. How many times had he told her?, his name was 'Sir' and he expected obedience. The mistake Suzy had made was not following instruction. He had asked for a picture, one of her panties, damp with her juices. Well she would learn her lesson now!!

He had her tied from the ceiling in his room. A special hook, holding the chain in place. Suzy, her arms held over her head, let out a whimper. He had blind folded her, so she was now in the dark. Admiring the sight of her, he walked slowly in a circle around her. Suzy was wearing panties only, her breasts free for him to enjoy. The panties were sheer, and hinted at the joy beneath.

It was time for the punishment to begin, Suzy was in for a long and rough night. Stripping completely naked he stepped behind her. Pulling her hips back, so she could feel him against her ass. Reaching around her hips, he rubbed her roughly, through the fabric of her panties. Suzy could not hide her desire, the feel of heat from her sex, the dampness of the panties gave her away. He continued, she pushed back against him, Suzy was close now. Stopping before she could find release, he took off her panties.

As Suzy stepped out of her wet panties, the chains clinked, he loved that sound. Picking the panties off the floor, he waved them under her nose. He ordered her to smell her desire but she refused. She was not helping herself, it was time for her to learn the hard way. A hard slap to her ass made her gasp. He pushed the wet panties against her face and she was forced to breath in her musky smell. The smell of her sex seemed to turn her on even more. He threw the panties to one side.

He took the nipple clamps off the table. Before applying them he pinched Suzy's nipples hard. The change of colour as they hardened and the gasp in pain, caused his cock to throb. Applying the clamps, he picked up his belt. Folding it into a loop, he snapped it together with a loud crack. Suzy whimpered aloud. This would not do, he balled up her panties and shoved them in her mouth.

Once more he stood behind. The belt moved in a swift arc, landing with a satisfactory thump. A vivid pink mark appearing on Suzy's cheeks. The chain rattled as she tried to move away. He thought that she might finally be learning her lesson. Again the slap of leather against flesh, another muffled whimper. A vivid pink mark crossing the first as Suzy sagged in the chains. One more he thought, harder, to really drive the lesson home. Thwack, and a louder cry from Suzy. Those lovely pink lines must sting, he knelt behind and kissed them.

Suzy knew now, he was the master and she a helpless slave. He positioned himself behind her, his cock tracing along the pink and still sore marks. It was too much, he needed to be inside her. The tip of his cock pushed into her warm moist sex. She pushed back to receive him, he obliged and pushed in hard and deep. He pounded into Suzy mercilessly, whilst pulling the nipple clamps. He told her to spit out the panties, he wanted to hear her gasping.

Pulling out of her, he put some more slack in the chain. Bending Suzy down so she was almost touching her toes, he was better able to penetrate her sopping wet sex. There was no finesse, just need. He roughly took her and only the chain helped her stay upright. Each gasp from her spurred him on. Thrusting deeper inside, he reached once more for the nipple clamps. Each twist elicited a cry of pain. It only made him pound harder inside her. There was no holding back and soon he was cumming.

Suzy would feel that, each spurt of hot cum, filling her. Finished he looked down at his glistening cock. Maybe he should just one more lesson. Walking in front of Suzy he pulled off the blindfold and told her to suck him clean. Finally she had learnt her lesson, "yes master" she said before sliding her lips down him.

Unchaining her, he took hold of the nipple clamps and guided her to the bed. For the rest of the night Suzy did as she was told and was rewarded with orgasm after orgasm. 

The Call

Taylor could not believe it. She stared at the Sullen reflection looking back at her. The phone call had put her in a foul mood. How could he? This was it, there was no way she would remain poised when he walked through the door later. The phone rang again. Taylor reached for it, determined to give him a piece of he mind. The voice on the line was not his though.

There was a rich lustre to it that conjured images of knights in shining armour. The voice was calm and confident. She explained that he had a wrong number. As she said the words she was filled with regret. She would not hear this beautiful voice any longer. Taylor felt so sad she missed what he said. Watching herself in the mirror she saw her face flush. She asked him to repeat himself.

She felt herself losing herself to that voice. The effect it was having on her was causing her further embarrassment. She finally pieced together what he was saying. Surely that could not be right? He wanted to speak to her?

She was so confused but his voice was sublime. She was lost to what he was saying. The voice became her world and it was a pleasurable world. Taylor found herself shrugging her robe off of her shoulders. She could see the surprised look on her face in the mirror.

The voice carried on talking, never pausing. Soft, soothing it coaxed Taylor along on a tide of pleasure. Not even bothering to hold a conversation she just listened. Her hand resting on her knee began to move. Soft and feather like Taylor moved her fingers along the top of her thigh. Reaching her knickers she moved back down toward her knee.

Feeling more relaxed as her fingers moved back along her leg. This time along the inside of her thigh. Taylor was aware that she was biting the inside of her lip. Her legs opening slightly as her hand moved higher. The voice continued in her ear, so sensual. Taylor was aware of a warmth as her fingers traced over the fabric of her underwear.

Her fingers moving higher now, up over her stomach. Still the touch was feather light. Her stomach muscles fluttering under her fingers. The voice seducing her with its timbre. She could not stop now, even if she wanted to. Higher her fingers moved on their journey of discovery. Her sensitive nipples responding to the lazy circles her finger traced.

The voice on the phone paused and Taylor panicked for a moment. Luckily the pause was momentary and resumed again. Her heart was racing now, how much longer would she have this heaven in her ears. The lazy pleasure became a burning need to be fulfilled. As if sensing the change in Taylor the voice seemed to urge her onwards.

Fingers back down now to her heat. No longer just a warmth, now a burning furnace of desire. Her fingers moving now inside the fabric. Taylor breathing harder, stifling a moan of pleasure. The orgasm capturing her by surprise. A tidal wave of ecstasy washing over her. The powerful wave being replaced by ripples of pleasure.

The conversation on the phone coming to a close. Taylor pulled herself together enough to say that she was not interested in double glazing at the moment but maybe he could call again in a week?...

Taylor got into the bath. The candles casting a soft glow in the room and Taylor sighed in pleasure at the warmth of the water. Steam had caused the mirror to mist up and Taylor watched as tiny droplets ran down the smooth surface. The bubbles she had applied to the water had a subtle aroma of lemon grass and contributed to a nice relaxing environment.

Taylor though was not feeling relaxed, far from it. The call had come earlier and that voice had rocked her world. She had almost sobbed in frustration. Her friend had paid a surprise visit and try as she might Taylor had not been able to get rid of her. The frustration had been agonising. She had remembered that moment the week before when the orgasm had shaken her.

Why had it had to happen like that? The one saving grace had been the brainwave halfway through the call. She had been finding it hard to concentrate, the growing heat of her sex. Taylor had ached for release. Her friend unaware Taylor was nearly losing herself. An orgasm was building, that just a voice could do this. Each word sending a shock wave of pleasure through her. It was such an intense feeling, the promise of pleasure but the pain of restraint.

Taylor had felt the opportunity drifting away. There was no way he would call back again was there?. Then had come the inspirational thought, Taylor had interrupted him mid flow. It had been difficult to stop that voice but she had a plan. She explained to him that she was very interested but had a visitor. She gave her mobile number and told him to phone and leave a detailed message and a number she could get hold of him on.

Taylor was glad her mobile was not in her pocket when she heard it vibrate on the sideboard. That would have been too much, those delicious vibrations just after that voice. Her friend had finally left and Taylor had all but ran to get the bath running. She still had a couple of hours before everyone got home. Now as she sat in the warmth with the bubbles against her still so sensitive skin.

Reaching out Taylor hit the play button on the message. Wow he really had taken her literally and left a very detailed message. Taylor just lay there in the water, and as before let the voice work its magic. This time there was no distraction, the what was said did not matter just the sound. She could not believe what was happening. Her fingers tightened on the edge of the bath. The orgasm that took her transcended every experience she had ever had. The after shocks sending ripples of pleasure through her. Not once had she touched herself, in her mind she had imagined the stranger. He had explored her body with kisses and soft caresses. She wondered at the pleasure from a real touch.

Taylor sagged back down into the water and closed her eyes. The message was drawing to a close and she felt relaxed and happy. His voice soothing the fires he had earlier stoked. She suddenly sat bolt upright. Water sluicing from her as she stared at the phone. Had she heard that? Truly?. Had he really mentioned that the number he was leaving was his personal number? That he lived not far away and that he really found her voice attractive and they should meet..........

Taylor was swept away on a sea of passion, his touch igniting fires. Flames of pleasure burning brightly as she moaned softly in ecstasy. This heat was all consuming and she let it take her. Taylor had never expected this to happen. This man she desired above all others had such a hold on her.

The voice whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was. The voice was everything, she lost herself to its timbre. Stoking the heat of her sex she knew another orgasm was on its way. Taylor had never behaved like this with anyone. She felt wanton, excited and sexier than she had in years.

She pulled his sweater up and over his head. His body looked like it had been carved from granite. He held himself over her, the muscles in his arms pulled taut. Taylor could not help but reach out. God his chest was hard, slowly she traced her fingers down. His voice was heavenly music to her ears but his body was evil temptation. The ridges of his stomach proud against her fingers. The soft downy hairy leading her lower.

Taylor undid his Jeans and pulling them down along with his boxers. She gasped in surprise at the sight of him. Standing proud, his rod as hard as the rest of him. Not sure she could take all of it within she looked forward to the attempt. He stood to remove the jeans properly and soon stood there naked in front of her.

Taylor stared at this Adonis and felt the familiar tingling between her thighs. She was so close to another orgasm. His tongue and fingers had already elicited more screams of pleasure from her than she had thought she could manage. He looked at her with a hunger in his eyes, he seemed to quiver with repressed tension. The war could be seen in the tensing and flexing of his muscles. His resistance was short lived and in two graceful strides he closed the distance.

This was it, he lowered himself down to kiss her. Softly to start but Taylor locked one hand in his hair as she clawed her nails down his back. She wanted him like she had wanted no one before. His kiss became hard and passionate. Taylor new he felt the heat of desire, and locking her legs around him pulled him closer.

The moment of penetration, a sharp pain followed by soothing pleasure. As their bodies became one he whispered her name urgently in her ear. His voice as always sending ripples of pleasure through her. Taylor pulled him deeper inside, rising to meet each thrust. Writhing together the orgasm Taylor had tried to hold of began to crest. Both of her hands reaching behind him. The muscles moving under her touch with each thrust.

Trying so hard to prolong the moment, Taylor found herself calling out in pleasure. He gasped out her name, their eyes locked. Understanding passed between them then. There was no need to hold back any more and with one final thrust he pushed deep inside. The orgasm was so intense as she felt his own flow into her. He held her gaze as they shared the pleasure. Finally he broke the connection collapsing beside her. The burning heat of passion reduced to a burning ember, ready to be stoked again.

The motion of the train as they lay there was soothing and the feel of his arms around her was lovely. Train? Why was she on the train? This wasn’t right. The message he had left had finished and now she could hear the sound of the wheels on the tracks. She had lost herself in his voice again only this time in public. Opening her eyes Taylor looked around feeling her face flush. There was only one other person in the carriage. A handsome man who walked over.

Asking Taylor if she was okay. She could not believe what she was hearing, it was him in the flesh.....

The last couple of weeks had changed everything for Taylor. Now she had a face to go with the voice her fantasies had taken on a new level of clarity. The intensity that shook her body each time became more powerful. Each time she played the message she lost herself in ecstasy. But it all paled in significance to the experience of the night before.

Taylor had felt her heart in her throat as she checked into the hotel. The receptionist did not bat an eyelid though as she slid the key across the polished counter. Ryan picked up the key and smoothly pocketed it. The turned and moved across the plush foyer towards the elevators. He put his arm around her and pulled her close. It felt so right in his arms and she had snuggled in close.

They had ridden up to their floor in silence. They had arranged this meeting only a couple of days previously after speaking at least twice a day for the last two weeks. Ever since she had talked to him on the train she had felt a deep connection. He had been surprised when he realised who she was and the way his clear blue eyes had widened still made her smile. It must have been fate and she was not going to fight it.

Opening the door for her to enter first Ryan followed Taylor into the room. Once the door was closed they both explored the room. They were giggling like a couple of naughty teenagers. It was the nerves getting to them both and Taylor felt comforted he was feeling it too. Finding the mini bar Ryan mixed them up a couple of drinks. Something strong enough to take the edge off a little.

Ryan ran a bath for Taylor while he took a shower. He added bubbles and sat on the bed while she took a soak. Taylor found herself unable to relax knowing he was in the next room. She knew what was likely to happen and felt both nervous and excited. The water swooshed as she sat up. It was time to get out, grabbing a towel she dried off before donning a robe.

Walking into the room Taylor made for the window. Looking out at the lights of the city below she mentioned to him how pretty it looked. He whispered in her ear that it was not as pretty as her. How had he managed to move so quietly and that voice so close sent a ripple through her whole body. His arms encircling her as he softly kissed her neck. Taylor tilted her head slightly as the soft kisses continued.

Each feather light touch of his lips on her skin made her pulse quicken. His hands moved down to undo her robe. Taylor felt herself flushing as the robe fell open. He paused in his kisses long enough to look at her reflection in the glass. He whispered the word “Beautiful” before turning her to face him. He slid the robe from her shoulders, there was no rush. He seemed to enjoy the slow revelation of her body. Taylor loved the look in his eyes, the hunger. As the robe fell to the floor leaving Taylor naked she realised that she also felt a hunger.

Reaching out herself Taylor undid his robe. He made no move to stop her and as it gaped open Taylor looked down at his sex, so hard already. Had just seeing her body done that?. All of the fantasies she had experienced were nothing compared to the reality. Taylor ached to feel him inside her, she wanted to be impaled by him. He shrugged his robe off to fall at his feet. His body though not as hard as all of the fantasies was in great shape.

Stood in silence they explored each other with their eyes as the hunger grew. Taylor gave in first and reached out to take him in her hands. He throbbed beneath her fingers and as she moved her fingers up and down his shaft he moaned in pleasure. She had never taken control like this but having him in her power turned her on. Taylor knelt on the soft carpet in front of him, not letting go for a moment. She could feel the change in him, the anticipation.

Taylor moved her mouth to the tip of him, not yet taking him in her mouth. She breathed warm air over his erection and she felt it buck in her hands. He moaned “please” but she was merciless in her teasing of him. She licked the tip of him enjoying her first taste of him. His salty pre cum on her tongue made her want more. She had waited so long for this moment, she could hold back no longer. Giving in to her lust she took him deep in her mouth.

He thrust gently as her lips moved down him and his moans of pleasure made Taylor aware of the heat between her own legs. She new that if he was to move this delicious shaft between her legs now he would have no problem being able to glide inside. She had not felt this sexy in such a long time and Ryan responding in such away to her body had released a wild abandon in her. His thrusts were becoming more insistent now in her mouth and his breath coming in ragged gasps. Taylor new he would not last long now and relentlessly sucked harder. She was shocked when he could hold back no longer. He filled her mouth and she sucked on. Soon he was spent, Taylor looked up at him not taking her mouth from him. The look of pleasure and hunger etched in his features. Looking down at her sucking still on his hardness she watched the hunger take him as it had taken her.

Ryan guided her to stand up and led her to the bed. He lay her down and positioning himself on top of her, kissed her deeply. She pulled him tight against her as they embraced. She wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull him into her. She ached for it, she burned for him. Ryan had other ideas and breaking the embrace he proceeded to kiss her neck once more. This was not the feather light touch of earlier.

He moved lower down her body, his hand squeezing her breasts as he sucked hard on her nipples. Pulling her nipples against the back of is teeth she gasped at the combination of pain and pleasure. He made sure that both her breasts were pleasured. He moved a has between her legs and stimulated her clitoris. Never had Taylor experienced anything like the raw passion he was showing. She could not help herself, so turned on she came hard. Surely he would enter her now, and give her what she truly wanted.

Ryan had other ideas and he moved lower still, kissing over her belly and down to her pubic mound. Oh god she was in heaven. He breathed in her musky scent, and it seemed to fire his blood even more. He moved lower between her legs which he hooked over his shoulders. He got on his knees, pulling Taylor with him. She slid down the bed crying out in pleasure as his tongue moved between her folds. He moaned in pleasure at the taste of her on his tongue. Taylor gasped as he pulled her tighter to his hungry mouth. She looked up at him seeing he was lost in pleasure. He was sucking and licking her sensitive node and Taylor felt another orgasm swelling.

Ryan one arm holding her tight against him so he could devour her the other teasing and pinching her nipple. Taylor screamed out as the orgasm took her. Every nerve ending in her body alive with pleasure. Finally she quietened. Ryan lowered her legs back to the bed. Taylor found herself being flipped over and his strong arms pulling her up onto all fours. His penis was resting between her buttocks now. Surely he was not going to?.

He reached around and his fingers moved inside her still wet opening. She opened her legs a little more to allow his fingers inside. She was very aware of his penis as he pushed it a little harder against her. Surely he wouldn't? He pulled it down between her buttocks and she felt him against the opening of her anus. She wanted to try everything but this had not crossed her mind.

Taylor pushed back a little to let him know if he wanted to he could. She almost let out a sigh of relief when he moved that rock hard rod lower. Using the hand that had been fingering her to guide him Ryan pushed inside her. There was no delicate entry just raw passion. He pushed inside her as deep as she could take him. Again and again he pushed inside. The slapping of flesh as he pushed into her. Taylor used her elbows to dig into the bed and give her purchase to move her hips backwards to meet him.

Time lost all meaning, all that mattered was the feel of his hands on her hips as he impaled her. Taylor felt another orgasm coming and could not believe it was possible. Never had she came three times in one night. Ryan gasped out that he was going to orgasm, Taylor told him not to hold back and gave in to hers. The contractions inside her mixed with the feel of his semen spurting deep inside her transcended every experience she had ever had.

After they had finished they collapsed onto the bed locked in each others arms. The night was only just beginning, and as the hours wore on they explored each other over and over. Taylor lay there now happy, his arm across her stomach as he dozed. She felt satisfied and sure that the previous night was a new beginning for both of them. She could still feel the warmth of his orgasm inside her and looked forward to many more nights like this in their future. Waking him with a kiss she suggested they get some breakfast sent to the room.

The first time- adult theme with humour

Harry was feeling tired and satisfied like he never had before. Laying here looking at the ceiling he thought back to a few days ago. Harry had been on twitter and saw some writers had mentioned double penetration. He was very niave about sex but had thought he would like to try it. Suggesting this intention to his girfriend had been a nerve wracking time. Kelly had been supportive and agreed to try. They had talked about how this would be managed long into the night.

The excitement they had both felt had been intoxicating. Harry was excited at this new dimension to their love making. Calling his best friend he arranged to meet up. Harry knew he was going to need help to make this experience happen.

Meeting at the pub seemed a good Idea. Harry had arrived early so that he could have a drink for dutch courage. He was halfway through his pint when Adam walked in. Heads turned whenever he entered a room. Adam had been blessed with model looks and the body of a gymnast. He had sauntered over and Harry watched in awe.

Adam settled down and the barmaid appeared in seconds to offer him a drink. As an after thought she had stopped to check with Harry. Finishing his existing drink with one long gulp Harry had ordered another. Chatting about the usual rubbish Harry felt on edge. His best friend picked up on the mood and looking over the top of his glass asked what was up.

Harry reluctantly had started talking. He had explained his plans and asked Adam if he would help make his fantasy a reality. Adam had double checked that Kelly was okay with this. Harry had reassured him that she wanted this as much as him. He detailed his conversation with Kelly. Harry explained how he thought it had been for the best that Adam helped.

Reassured that Kelly wanted this moment and was okay with him sharing it, Adam agreed to help. Harry was impressed with the knowledge Adam had, but not surprised. Harry had always known Adam had a lot of experience with the fairer sex. It had been agreed that tonight would be the night.

Lying here in bed basking in the after glow Harry thought back to the act. It had been sublime. He rembered positioning himself between Kellys legs. He could vividly bring to mind the look of excitement and anticipation on her face. He penetrated her hearing her gasp in pleasure. This was it the second one was about to happen....... He had pulled out and as he pushed in the second time he could hold back no longer. “Well done she had cooed, that is the longest you have lasted yet”

Romance for Maria - Contains adult content.

Maria was looking forward to the show. She had taken the day off from her Job as a Technical Analyst, she loved her job but it was always nice to have time off. Maria was with a group of her close girlfriends and this day out had been planned for some time. After the show they were going out for a Pizza. This though was her favourite part. Milling around in the foyer listening to the muted sounds of conversation. There was a sense of excitement and anticipation that hung in the air that affected everyone.

It was busy and the press of people was making it a challenge to get to the confectionery stand. She was distracted by a hand on her arm pulling her through an opening it the mass. She was stood now only a couple of people back from the counter. Someone jostled into her back hard enough to make her stagger. Maria turned round to give the person a peace of her mind but the words died in her mouth.

Stood there was a breathtakingly handsome man. He too was turning from behind, seeing Maria looking an apologetic expression appeared on his face. He explained that he too had been shoved. Maria found herself drawn to the deep timbre of his voice, the meaning of the words almost lost. Looking into the deep blue of his eyes she felt herself wishing she could dive into their depths. His wavy brown hair framed his perfect face. What was happening to her? it was ridiculous the affect he was having. Maria felt her face heating as her heart pounded in her ears. He had stopped speaking now and was starting to look concerned. Maria knew he was waiting for a response but could not remember what he said. Blushing more than ever she was saved as her friend dragged her forcibly to the counter. Gathering her thoughts as she chose some candy to eat during the show she felt her equilibrium return. Handing over her payment she turned to speak to this man and apologise for ignoring him.

Looking around she could not see him anywhere and was surprised to feel a little disappointed. The crowd was thinning now as people moved on to find their seats and Maria moved across the room to join her friends at the base of the stairs. When they were all together they went to find their seats. Maria went first into the row until she found the end of their allocation. Shrugging out of her coat she mad herself comfortable.

She chatted to her friend and flicked through the programme. It was only a couple of minutes now until curtain up, there was very little talking now as people settled down. There were sounds coming from the pit in front of the stage as musicians fine tuned their instruments. Maria was aware of disruption at the end of her row as one by one her friends stood up. There was always one person that had to take forever to take their seat. Sighing Maria stood up as the intruder reached her.

It was him, why did it have to be him?. She was so aware of him as he squeezed past her. He was invading her personal space and their eyes locked. Time seemed to move in slow motion, the booming thump of her heart, so loud surely he could hear that?. She breathed in the smell of his crisp clean aftershave. Those eyes again causing her to lose herself. Ruthlessly she tore her eyes away and down to his mouth. Maria watched as he formed words, but was now mesmerised by the fullness of his lips. He was past her now and moving past the next person. A cleared throat from the row behind snapped her attention back to reality. Maria took her seat as the lights dimmed.

The show was everything Maria had hoped it would be but part of her was waiting for the interval. Would she see this stranger again?. Looking down the row had not helped, the lighting was down too low. Maria allowed herself to relax and follow the story unfolding on the stage. It was a love story and that appealed to the writer in her. She had always enjoyed romance and had a flare for the erotic. The story was a traditional format of a poor boy who was really a prince. The show reached the natural dramatic point for the interlude. The curtain fell as the lights came up.

Maria looked down the row and felt a jolt in her chest as her eyes met his. The air between them almost crackled with electricity. The moment was lost as people between them climbed to their feet. Maria was distracted by her friend who wanted to discuss what they had seen so far. When she was able to glance across again he was gone. Now the lights were up she realised he was sitting close to the other end of the row. Feeling a little sad that he would not be squeezing past her again she waited for the show to begin again.

He took his seat just before the lights dimmed again but Maria did not miss the glance he sent her way. Flushed she was glad to be safely shrouded in darkness. The music began and the magic of the theatre took her back to another world. The traditional happy ending was the order of the day. The cast made their way onto the stage to take a bow to rapturous applause. The the lights came up, glancing to he left Maria’s heart sank. His chair was empty and there was no sign of this man who had entered her life.

The party made its way to the restaurant, soon with good food and plenty of beer to wash it down they were having a fantastic time. Conversation and laughter filled the room and as the evening wore on Maria found herself a little tipsy. As the night came to a close she gathered her coat and said goodbye to her friends. They all tried to get her to stay but Maria was feeling the effects of the beers and had to work tomorrow. Stepping into the night she stumbled. She felt herself caught as she fell and looked up into deep blue eyes....

He helped her up but did not step back or remove his hands. He towered over her but was not intimidating at all. In fact she felt safe here and made no move to put any distance between them. He did not say anything and she was glad, instead he moved closer to her pulling her into a kiss. The heat of the passion set her soul alight, she pulled him tighter against her body.

Maria had never felt such a connection before to a stranger. Stood in the street, locked in an embrace her body ached for his. She felt a little breathless as they finally stepped back from each other. There was no need for words, taking hold of her hand in his. Maria let herself be led. Walking streets she knew well she was surprised when he led her to her own apartment building. How did this man know where she lived?. She was about to speak when he pulled a key to the front door from his pocket.

Again taking her hand he led her to his apartment. Maria could not believe this was happening, it was like serendipity. His apartment was below hers and when he opened the doors she saw boxes stacked neatly. He had obviously just moved in. Taking her through to the bedroom she did not resist. This was not like her but it felt so right with this man. The bed was neatly made and there were only a couple of boxes awaiting attention.

She fell once more into his arms, the kiss was long. It hinted at the passion yet to come and fuelled the desire Maria was feeling. Their clothes seemed to melt away and soon they were stood in just underwear. The same hunger in his eyes as he looked at her must have been mirrored in hers. Stood there almost shaking with the pent up tension Maria new the release would be intense. Almost reverently he reached out to stroke her skin. Goosebumps sprang up along her arms.

His touch feather light as stepping closer he ran his hands around her sides to her back. Tracing his fingers up her spine as he held his lips close to hers. Teasing her with the promise of a kiss as his fingers worked the clasp of her bra. Finally his lips met hers and he slid the straps over her shoulders. Now her breasts were bare the kiss deepened. Maria moaned in pleasure as his fingers squeezed her nipple, tongues entwined he lifted her and carried her to the bed.

His hand moving between her legs as he touched her through the fabric of her sheer knickers. Following his lead she took hold of his hardness. He let out a small sound of pleasure as she touched him. He kicked his boxers off allowing her fingers to fully encircle his member. Sliding her hand along his shaft she elicited more cries of pleasure from him. As he became more aroused the intensity of his touch increased.

Maria found herself moaning in pleasure as he stimulated her. An orgasm took her almost by surprise and he skilfully drew out the moment for her. Muscles contracting as waves of pleasure continued to ripple through her. She wanted him and wanted him now!. Maria pulled him on top of her, not waiting to remove her panties he just pulled them to one side. This was it, the tip of his throbbing shaft pushing against her wet opening. He pushed into her but only the tip of his shaft. He teased her like this for a little while but Maria wanted him deep inside her.

She locked her legs around him and pulled him deeper. Something snapped in his restraint at her wanton behaviour. Suddenly he was pounding into her. Hands pinned to the bead beside her head she cried out in joy as he let the heat of the moment fuel his passion. She could see in his eyes that his own orgasm was approaching and raising her head she invited his kiss. This was too much for him. He buried himself deep inside her and she felt as his orgasm flowed into her.

Exhausted they collapsed in a heap on the bed. It was the start of a long night as they explored each other fully, there was no need for talking. The sun creeping through the window found them asleep still wrapped in each others arms. The gentle warmth on Maria's skin woke her and as she moved in his arms his eyes slowly opened. Making love slowly in the morning light the act culminating in release for both of them. Finally she was able to talk in his presence. Over a makeshift breakfast of cereal and fruit juice they conversed. Maria felt a connection to this man Steve whom it turned out she had so much in common with. It was like one of the stories she wrote so well and she knew that her future would be with him.