Scenes and senses

The warmth of the sun heats my shoulders in my little sundress. My aunt is showing me how to pick strawberries, how to choose the ripe ones. Barely ripe, that is. Their sweetness and tartness combine, as I bite, red juices flowing down my throat. Seeds are hard little nubs to my young self. Slightly crunchy. My lips are stained as I bite into the flesh. I hear the summer birds in the trees, as I move from plant to plant, pulling the larger red ones, leaving the green. The rough texture becomes familiar as move down the rows of plants. I choose another, tongue sliding into

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his mouth. He refuses to let me go. One hand behind my head as he smashed his lips onto mine. Teeth clinking together, there is no escape. He consumes me, breathes into me, as I into him. His other hand up my skirt. Thick fingers dig into my pussy, reaching the spot, taking me quickly over the edge. I cum around his fingers, pulsing. Groans swallowed his mouth, hands entwined in my hair, my eyes closed in

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the darkness. I awaken quickly, hum of the refrigerator in the next room. I reach out my hand, across the king size bed, finally finding his back, deep under the covers. I roll and slide over to him, his back, my front. Breasts smashed against him. Knees drawn up to match his. My arm drapes over his side, and he grabs my hand. Pulls it to his chest, as he sighs deeply, nestling back to sleep. I smell his shampoo as I too, drift, feeling

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warm, slippery. The water cascades over my shoulders. I sing loudly to Pandora. I have on Adele, “Nevermind, I’ll find someone like yououuuuu!!” I belt out to no-one. Alone in the house, I enjoy being as loud and as bad as I can. The music changes to Christina Perry, “Heart beats fast, colors and promises, How to be brave? How can I love when I’m afraid to fall?” I put emotion into it, grabbing the back scrubber to use in my Grammy-worthy performance. Steam fills the air, the warm water drops my vast audience. My music assaults the walls of the bathroom, as if it had ears. “Time has brought your heart to me, I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.” The flowery scent of body wash fills my

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nostrils as I smell the flowers you brought. Roses, daisies, each beautiful in their own way. Delicate petals, soft, brilliant in hue. Smiling, I raise my eyes and kiss you in thanks. I rub my hands over your shoulders, down your arms. Pull you closer, deepen the kiss. My hands lift your shirt. Stopping to pull it off. You drag my shirt out of my jeans, sliding your hands down inside the back. Grip my thong with one finger and pull, making the thin fabric taut across my clit. Gasping, I hold your hips as your other hand wanders up my blouse, under my bra, to cup my breast. You tweak my nipple between your fingers as I dig my tongue into your mouth. I separate, pull back from your lips, your grasp. Reaching forward, I undo your pants, pull them and your underwear down below your knees. You step out, and I kneel. Taking your cock into my mouth, I inhale the scent of you, your manliness, testosterone. Thickness fills my mouth, my saliva mixing with your pre-cum. I gently massage your balls as I suck you. You use your hands to hold my head still, fucking my face as you near orgasm. Now it is your turn to groan. But I quickly stop you, that is not what I want, need, desire. Standing, I grab your hand and lead you to the bedroom.

Just another day

I love going out with my girl. Whether we hit the gym, the pool hall, or a hoity-toity concert, she is who I want by my side. She is adventurous, and full of a playfulness that most couples can’t sustain after the first few months. She is always surprising me with new ideas, and I just hold on for the ride.

Take just the other day. We had attended one of the aforementioned hoity-toity concerts. Arriving a bit late, we had to park a little farther away than I like. Even in heels, she can strut her stuff. I prefer walking a bit behind her, so I can watch the swing of her ass. It was a nice long walk to the concert hall, and by the time we arrived, I was sporting a bit of swelling beneath the belt.

I can’t tell you much about the concert, because I was so distracted by the finger she was rubbing along my leg the whole time. Every time I glanced over, I got a great look at the beautiful swell of her breasts in her low-cut dress. I swear she does this to torment me since the deep V gives just enough for me to drool over.

Finally the conclusion of the concert and we could get out of there. Another long walk back to our car. Halfway there, she turns to me, smiles softly, says, “I’ve seem to have forgotten my panties tonight.”

What was a moderate swelling has now turned into a full-fledged erection, rock hard and ready to be touched.

She continues to walk, and I follow like the obedient puppy I am. I am anxious to reach home before I explode in my pants. I have fantasies of coming up behind her, lifting her dress, and fucking her right now, but a steady stream of cars and the busy road near us deter that one quickly.

Reaching the car, I open her door for her, and she slides her hand down my front from my chest to my groin. “Thanks, baby,” she purrs, the vixen. Buckled, I begin the relatively short drive home. In 30 minutes, we’ll hit the bed. But it seems that my girl has a different idea. Propping a leg on the dash, she lets her dress slide, and a fabulous leg showing. Then she does the one thing she knows will excite me the most. She takes one beautifully manicured hand and dips it below the dress. I watch from the corner of my eye as she begins to play with herself. I can’t stop myself, I have to touch her! I reach over and trail my hand up to her muff. She is dripping wet! I push her hand aside and dip my finger into her pussy. Her low groans tell me she is close to coming. I split my focus between the road and this lovely vision of hotness by my side. A second finger, a few more dips into the honeyhole, and she begins to buck her hips. I look over and her eyes are closed in concentration, her moans fill the air. Her pussy grabs my fingers in a death grip as orgasm waves flow through her. I look to see if anyone in a car near us can see, and a man in the car next to us is staring at her.

“I want you now,” she says, and I feel the same. I steer to a dark parking lot, and pray that the patrols in this area are few and far between. Scrambling to the back seat, I quickly lower my pants to let my erection free. She leans over and takes my length into her mouth. She works it hard, up and down, practically swallowing my cock fully. She climbs on my lap and my dick slides into her cunt without a moment’s hesitation. I grab her ass, her gorgeous round ass, and move her back and forth on my lap. She pulls down the V of her dress, revealing her nipples. Grabbing a nipple in each hand, she pulls and twists them hard. She holds one up and I lean in and take it in my teeth. Her hips are moving faster, and she gasps loudly. Sucking harder, I pull her ass cheeks apart and together, over and over, finding the rhythm. Her tone increases, I hit the point of no return, and I feel the familiar swelling at the base of my cock. Before I could come, I feel her tightening hard against my dick, sucking me in and grabbing it. She squirts all over the both of us as I hold her, my cock buried as deep as it could go, and spew my cum into her.

After a moment, she looks up and kisses me. “We should probably get home,” she says.

I agree. Much more adventure awaits us there.