“…She is the most beautiful, the one who dances the best and the one who always arrives dressed flawlessly.
And now she’s looking at me.
I move my eyes from the mirror to avoid fixating on her reflection and concentrate on the teacher’s movements: right leg forward, left arm back and we change. I make the step a couple of times more until finally I catch the quiet and I repeat it when I hear the music….”
To the Rhythm of the Music, by Thais Duthie
“..Catching her off guard, he pushed her gently back against the bed. Parting her legs, he knelt down and gently flicked his tongue over her most sensitive part. Waves of pleasure began to pulsate through her body. Moving his attention to her lips, he gently parted them with his tongue and began to taste her, prompting moans of desire.
His soft, confident movements elicited a spontaneous response from her body, as she pushed her warm, wet pussy towards him. Spreading her legs wider, she implored him to enter her. She did not have to wait long; seconds later, she felt his hard penis pushing against her, easing its way in with little resistance from her body. His movements were slow and sensual.
With each thrust, she felt her body shudder, responding to the sheer eroticism of fulfilling her fantasy of making love to a complete stranger. For both of them, it seemed, the passion was too great to resist; his thrusts became more urgent and it was just moments before they were both climaxing, giving themselves entirely to the sheer pleasure of that moment..”
A Chance Encounter – An Erotic Story of Submission, by Jo Benfield
“I’ve missed you,” he says.
I can feel how much he means it and I rush towards him for a hug, but as I go to press my face into his chest he lifts it upwards gently and kisses me full on the mouth.
In that moment I’m undone. My desire floods to the surface and my hands run up to his face, kissing him fast and hard. He meets each of my kisses, pulling me closer, his hands up under my T-shirt, bringing every inch of skin to life with his touch. We pull each other’s tops off, hungrily, as he pushes me down to the floor, undressing and kissing me all at once. When I’m right down to my pants, opening my legs to him, he stops, kneeling above me, his chest rippling above the waistband of his jeans.
“I’ve waited so long for this moment, let’s not rush it,” he says, lifting my foot up to his mouth and kissing each of my toes. He moves up along the inside of my legs, licking and kissing and stroking my skin with his cheek. He is everything that I’ve ever fantasised about and more. As he kisses my stomach, he slides his hand inside of me and he must feel how aroused I am because he groans.
“You’re beautiful, Jess,” he whispers in my ear, “so beautiful.”
And I feel it. More beautiful than I’ve ever felt in my life. My hips are raised off the floor, tense and expectant, willing him to go deeper and deeper inside of me. He answers each of my groans but then teases me, withdrawing his fingers with a stroke and entering again until I’m ready to explode.
A fresh start, by
“…grazing her soft flesh with his teeth and his tongue sneaks out to taste her. The heat courses through her when she feels him on her skin, his hands gripping her hips to hold her to him as they move to the music. Her breasts feel heavy, the lace of her bra tickling her hardened nipples. She wants this man; the ache between her legs tells her she needs to feel him. And she isn’t ashamed…”
My kind of Valentine, By Rebecca Sherwin
Aqueles dias em que so consegues pensar em sexo e nada mais te vem a cabeça a não ser aquele homem com a cabeça entre as tuas pernas, a barba o rocar a pele depilada e a lamber-te toda, todinha, com aqueles braços fortes e determinados a chegar o teu corpo ainda mais perto da sua boca..
Ai aquela boca e aquela lingua inquieta que me fazem transcender… ai meu DEUS que desatino so de pensar em me entregar todinha…a onda que me percorre o corpo…a respiração muda, mais profunda e ofegante ao mesmo tempo, quero-te tanto que doi. E nunca antes pensei querer-te…mas quero-te e não vou conseguir disfarçar isso no nosso primeiro encontro marcado para a esplanada, uma das mais movimentadas da cidade. E talvez ate possas vir o homem da minha vida por isso dizem que não pode haver sexo no primeiro encontro. Tarefa difícil ja que desde ha uns dias para ca que não paro de te imaginar dentro de mim. Quero ser tua. Assim muito de repente, do virtual ao real. Vamos estar dentro de poucos dias..arrepio-me toda. Não pode haver sexo…Esplanada, vinho, tapas e muita libido..
” I don’t play by the rules of the game..”
Let’s see whats next..