I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but my lover asked me to publish this. It’s a compilation of some of our steamier sexcapades, including most of last night’s encounter. So, while there’s a smidge of fiction, we’ve done these things in the way he describes them. Lust is always there. Enjoy.
One of the most exciting times is when I touch you for the first time under her clothes after a long separation — slipping my hand under your shirt. Running my fingers up your side and back. Feeling her with my fingertips as they glide over your warm, soft skin.
Moving behind you, I wrap my arms around your waist. My hands meet on your soft tummy, and I’d slowly caress you, circling upwards towards your bra, and graze the undersides of your breasts with each pass. Feeling you as I moved my hands, I commit your curves and the feel of your soft flesh to memory as I gently kissed your neck.
Running my fingers under your breasts, I trace your bra back to the clasp and undo it under your shirt. I rub your back and sides where your bra has marked you with its outline as I slowly make my way forward again to feel the free weight of your breasts in my hands. Cupping you, I gently massage each, feeling their substance as you softly moan.
Finding your nipples, I tug at them and playfully pinch them. As they become more taught, I catch them between my fingers and slowly pull on them until they release with a slight bounce. I’m enjoying your breasts from behind and tell you so. Whispering in your ear how good they feel in my hands. How soft and beautiful.
I want to taste them and tease you with my lips. Suckling one, then the other. You press back into me as I play. Your breasts heave ever so slightly as I kneed them and relearn their contours.
Responding to your ass pressing into me, I begin thrusting into you. Rubbing my cock on you and pulling you closer. I tell you I need you. I tell you I want more of you as I slowly press my hips into you.
Lifting your shirt and bra over your head, I drop them to the floor. Turning you, I hold you out from me so I can see you. I drink your bare chest in with my eyes as I hold your hands. I want you. I lust for you. I draw you in and press my lips to yours, kissing you passionately. I accept your tongue as I hold you tight.
I move to let you unbutton my shirt and open my belt as we embrace. I undo your jeans and unzip them. I run the back of my hand up your front inside your pants and feel the heat building. You reach in and take me in your hand for the first time. I press in again to feel the pressure of your hand and body on me as I slowly turn you toward the bed and sit you down.
The room is a clean Holiday Inn Express along the highway where no one we know would go. The curtain is wide open, and sunlight streams in as I kneel to remove your flats and put them aside. Standing now, I push you back and tug at your jeans. You lift yourself and push them down as I pull. You leave your panties on, but I ease your jeans off and white cotton socks with them. I toss them on a chair.
Turning to you, I bend once again and pull you towards me. You’re lying on the bed, exposed and open to me. I kneel between your legs and breathe you in.
Your panties have a growing stain on them as you dampen. I draw close to you and feel your heat radiating, but I turn to your inner thighs. Kissing them tenderly, I toy with you. Your breath is controlled. I know what you want, but won’t give it to you — yet. I pause, taking you in.
Your breasts rise and fall. You tug your nipples. Your hair scattered around you. Your eyes are closed.
Growing tired, you draw me in with your calves draped over my shoulders. You want my mouth and fingers on you. I can’t delay any longer. I need to taste you. I need to devour you. To hear you moan. I need to feel your body writhing.
Sliding my finger into the leg of your panties, I pull them aside, exposing you. Taking you in with my eyes, I see your outer lips are still closed, despite your growing dampness. You are perfectly shaped. A sparse fringe of wispy red hairs. I run my thumb up you, from bottom to top, testing your wetness and spreading your moisture. And again, until you part to reveal the soft pink treasures within.
Grasping the band of your panties with both hands, I swiftly remove them and toss them aside. Leaning in, I place your thighs on my shoulders and pull you to me. You lift yourself to aid me and come to rest on the bed’s very edge.
Holding your hips from under your legs, I push into you and run my stiffened tongue over your inner sanctum in smooth strokes. Your hips squirm ever so slightly. You exhale a deeply held breath. Lapping you, I come to rest my tongue at the notch where your opening converges. I explore further, finding your centre with my tongue.
I circle your nub. You gasp. Stroking you with tender licks, I focus on your pleasure as tension builds. I want you to cum for me. I want you to orgasm in my mouth. I want to feel your body stiffen and heave against the pressure of my tongue on you.
With each stilted breath, I worship you and watch your fleshy breasts rise and fall. I feel you pulling on the bedding, mashing your clit into my mouth with increasing urgency. I can’t get enough of you as you grind on my face. Your juices collect on my chin. You are now coated with a slick mixture of saliva and natural lubricant. I work you over, keeping you in a heightened state of ecstasy. Your pleasure builds.
You cum hard and fast against my lips. I suck you but ease off as you relax again. Standing up, I motion for you to crawl up the bed towards the pillows and roll onto your stomach.
I climb in beside you and slide my right hand over your bum and down between your legs. You open for me as I find you from behind. While pressing into your hip, I slowly explore you with my fingers. Circling and pressing on you as your breath grows rough again.
I dip between your lips to spread your wetness as I relentlessly massage you. I put pressure on your sweet spot in response to your body’s movements. The orgasms come faster now and flow in waves. You buck on the bed and press back into my hand as I resist. You try to fuck yourself on my fingers as I grind them on you.
Precum dampens your thigh as my cock responds to your rhythm. You are lost in the lusty flames engulfing your pussy. I work you until you can’t take it anymore. You clamp your thighs down hard and tell me to stop between gasps. You’ve cum with intensity this time. You need rest.
Reluctantly withdrawing my hand from behind you, I roll you over and close in for a long kiss. As you recover, I cup a breast playfully and squeeze its nipple.
I gently run my fingertips over you. Again feeling your curves. I run my hand across your stomach and trace your belly button before returning to your nipples, first one and then the next. I repeat the pattern. Slowly. Lightly touching you as I go.
I can’t break away from your lips. You caress me. Reaching down, you take my cock in your hand. You stroke me gently.
You shift your body for better access but don’t break our kiss. Fingers encircle me. I moan, exhaling into your mouth. Sitting up, you break off and push me to my back. You lower your mouth and take me in. Your free hand continues to stroke as your head bobs. Your lips close on me. Your tongue runs over my head as you gently suck me. I close my eyes. I concentrate on the pleasure you give me. You’re generous.
I thrust into your mouth as if to fuck you. Sensing my shift, you tighten your hand on my shaft as I use your mouth to give me more sensation.
“Climb on me,” I plead, “I need your body. I need to feel your weight on me. I need you to envelop my cock in your warmth. I need to press into you.”
You rise. Rocking your hips as you take me in. You grind on me. My shaft slides with ease. You arched back, chest thrust out. Your hands grasp my ankles.
I gaze at you. I drink you in. You’re my goddess.
Our eyes meet as you slowly ride me. You’re beautiful. Sensuous. Sultry. A woman full of life and lust. Sitting up, you move a hand down your tummy. You find your clit. You fuck me as you finger your clit, desperately seeking another orgasm.
Watching you, cum makes it difficult to resist your body. My orgasm draws near. Your mouth and body brought me close, but I’m not ready. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to hold your hips and drive your head into a pillow. I want to bury my cock deep and explode in you.
I wave you off and order you on your hands and knees. It comes out more harshly than planned. You respond quickly. [I not so secretly love this]. Cumming deep inside you as our flesh slaps together is all I care about.
I’m mesmerized by your ass. Full. Beautiful. Exposed. I’ve taken you there once. I consider it, but your ragged lips beckon. Your body’s been well used. I want more. I want to finish inside you. I grasp my cock, rubbing your lips, but I don’t enter. I thrust along your slit and rub my cockhead on you.
You’re my woman now. If only for these few minutes, you’re mine. I will take you. I want to mark my territory deep inside you. I want to fill you with cum.
Entering you, I feel the tension instantly at being surrounded by you. I try to control my thrusts but fail. I can only pound you until I explode.
I can’t hold back. Any thought of your pleasure is gone. I’m selfish. I want to dominate your pussy until I cum. I need to release myself inside you. I hold your hips. You thrust back, heightening my pleasure as we slap together.
I want to split you in two. I thrust powerfully. There’s no coming back. My balls tighten. I’m gone. I pull you in and hold you tightly as I jam my cock in you as my balls unload. I hold my breath, then forcefully exhale as my pulsating cock fills you with jets of cum. Perfection.
You’re never more beautiful than when on your hands and knees before me. I can’t resist your body that way. I savor the moment as my cock falls from you.
I fall onto your back and wrap my arms around you. My breath returning to normal. I whisper my thanks into your ear. “Thank you for giving me your body,” I say, drifting off into a light sleep in the afternoon sun.
These moments never last, but they’re perfect.
As I always say — You might regret the affair one day, but never regret the sex.
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No ai was used in writing this. Commercial ai is too prudish for lust, which is a good thing because it means smut writers will be safe for a while yet.
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