Intersexion

Try as I might and as fleeting as it is, I draw the curtains to try and drown out the bright light streaming in from the gorgeous, sunny afternoon through the windows in my bedroom. So as it is not entirely dark, I leave the curtains lazily open, so that just the right amount of warmth shimmers in.  I lay on the bed on my stomach. It is his favorite position to find me. My firm and round cappuccino colored bottom is on display for him this way. It is my way of pointing the target for his aim. It is there I want his attention, and that is where he is going to give it to me. The tanline from my bikini bottom gives him further directions, and the contrast of the slightly lighter hue of warm brown playing against the golden sweetness of the rest of me is irresistible to him. I know this and use it to just push the lustful goad further.  The small of my back, slim and tight, gives way to small and perfectly proportioned hips, giving a rounded outer edge to my bubble bottom la...

Picking Up A Lost Habit Miranda understood why, after years of dropping the habit, she started smoking again.  It was because of Ben, the gorgeous boy with sin in his smile. Ben had taunted her with a single cigarette after an intense and rather brash zipless fuck on Friday night. He laid into her like he was filling a peace pipe with ancient peyote, pummeling the earthen tobacco and magical herbs, weaving his spell of seduction and empty promises of commiseration and friendship beyond their initial encounter at the bar. Miranda gave in willingly to his winsome charm and his silly sense of humor,  eventually  inviting him over to her Westside pied-a-terre for a nightcap after enjoying his antics, wit, and company at the posh bar. It was there that she drank in the concoction of him, laced with flirtatious stolen kisses from his sweet lips and later, at her place and in her bed, salty, sex induced tears of passion and joy. He filled her up and smoked her and left her w...

Call Girl He told me to tell him that I loved him right before he came. I thought it an unusual request, but, in my line of work I’ve heard far more bizarre and stranger things. I indulged him hesitantly, whispering it at first. “Tell me! Tell me you love me! Say it please!” he urged me. "Oh, I love you. Yes! I love you!", I replied. His hips started pushing into me at a more rapid pace, until he was relentlessly pumping his big cock inside of me. "Do you love me?" he asked again, one final time. "Yes, I love you Joe. I love you, Joe!" Just then, I felt his manhood engorge and expand, then it began to pulse. I felt his seed spill and fill my pussy up. We lay there for a few seconds, then he got up off me, walked to the bathroom and asked for a towel. I stood up, his weight leaving a ghostly impression on my body, his seed still inside of me. My breasts danced as I walked to the linen closet to get him a towel. He was already in th...