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It’s been another long week, and I’m looking forward to you being home with me so much tonight. Our schedules are usually opposites, and we don’t get to see each other as much as we would like to. Tonight, though. Tonight is the one night in this whole week that we’re going to get to spend together. I’m off from work, and so are you.

My anticipation for you to be home from work has reached into levels of palpable tension. How desperately I need to be around you. I’ve had dinner prepared, with two nice place settings at the table, complete with a candle. Now I play the waiting game. It takes a while before my senses are rewarded.

Your key in the lock is music to my sensitive ears; as tuned to the familiar slide of the bolt as a wolf to a sound in the forest. I jump off of the couch, wanting to be right there as you come in.

As soon as you stand in the doorway, all you see is a blur as I greet you with a warm, soft hug. That alone should tell you how much I appreciate all you do. I manage to let you get a few words in, between all of the kisses I rain over your face. Yes, darling, I’m glad to see you too.

We talk so easily, you and I. So naturally, with every exchange. The ease of our communication with each other is obvious, and it’s always been that way. I let you get changed from your work clothes, and place our food on the table. I pour you your favorite drink, and we both sit and eat together...so small of a detail, and one that most take for granted. The candlelight flickers beautifully in your dark eyes, and I'm almost hypnotized by the sight of the burning flame.

Tonight is special, in every way. So rare, that we get this time together. The conversation is always so enjoyable, and we laugh so much. You make me feel like a human being, when I usually feel like a slave to work. I think you feel the same.

We finish dinner, and move on to dessert. I remembered your favorite strawberry cheesecake when I was at the store earlier, getting ingredients for dinner. We smile and laugh together, and all I can think is that this seems like heaven on Earth.

What to do for the rest of the evening, we can only wait and see. Our time is so limited. We decide on a movie, one that we both enjoy watching together. Cuddling up on the couch with some popcorn we’ve popped is complete enjoyment. It’s dark, and the conversation never ends as the movie starts to roll.

We simply enjoy this sensation; your arm around my shoulders, as my head lays against yours. Every now and then, I feed you some popcorn, and your lips gently graze my fingertips. It’s then at that moment, and our close proximity, that makes my heart start to race. Still, I try to keep casual, as my hand gently moves up and down on your leg. Of course you notice. You always notice my subtle advances.

The movie is about halfway done at this point, and so is my patience. I turn my head to you, looking into your wonderful dark eyes, and find that you’re ready to meet me. My lips, so ready to taste yours, finally get their reward. Our mouths fit together perfectly, and it’s not long before I part my lips to yours, begging for your tongue.

You never make me wait, or tease me. Your tongue slides into my mouth, and we have an intricate wrestle for control. Our tongues dance around each other as I climb into your lap, sitting on your knees. How much I always long for you, I can never express with words in any language. Some things can only be felt.

My hands travel over your chest, craving to touch every centimeter of your flesh. I come to the buttons of your shirt, and would love to tear your shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. I giggle a little, and you don’t question why. We’re so connected, you know what I’m thinking.

Instead, I move you forward, and pull your shirt over your head, discarding it to who-cares-where. You do the same with mine, and my skin shivers from your fingertips grazing over me.

God, how much I love that. Even the smallest touch from you sends electric impulses through me.

My bra is discarded just as easily, and you need no encouragement as you begin to lap at my already-hard nipples. I moan, gently tracing my hand over your back as my other hand rubs the back of your head. You are so hot, sweetheart, and I want you so desperately. I press my body against yours, and feel your cock hardening against my pussy.

I love to tease you, to take over your whole body slowly. I grind myself into you over your pants, and it’s your turn to moan now, darling. You bite down on my nipple and I gasp with pleasure. I tear away from you, knowing that this hungry flame between us is being fanned effortlessly.

I take you by the hand, pulling you from the couch as we head to the bedroom. I bite your wrist playfully, and lick the palm of your hand as we go. The movie is long forgotten at this point.

I have plans for you, my dear...something we’ve only talked about slightly before.

I get on my knees in front of you, undoing your pants, and in a moment of passion, skip the lead-up and tear your boxers down with them. My reward...the most beautiful, thickest, largest cock I’ve ever been around.

I can see that your precum is already moistening the tip, and I can never resist your taste. I swirl my experienced tongue over your head, while holding your hips. My eyes look up at you, and I can see the fire within them. The searing heat is consistently building.

I strip you the rest of the way, discarding your clothes. I stand up, and you do the same with mine. You try to slide your hand between my legs, but I simply move back. Not yet. Not tonight.

My pussy is aching, and I can feel the heat, but not now, love. I lay you on your back, and get out the soft lengths of rope I picked up from a hobby store. You look at me, and you know what this is about. You also know that you can trust me. You’re safe with me, and I lean forward, giving your cock a squeeze before I grab your wrist.

The moan that elicits is so desirable it sends a shiver to my core. I tie both of your wrists to the headboard of our bed with quick-release knots for the first time.

I almost vault into the bed, my lust peaking at this sexy situation we find ourselves in. I get close to your ear, and state my intentions.

“I’m going to ravage you, my sweet, and I’m going to make you scream my name.”

I shove my tongue in your ear as my fingertips trace over every inch of exposed flesh, leading down to your magnificent cock. Mine. All mine. The best part is that you know it, without question.

I can’t hold back anymore. I desperately want to feel you, in any way possible. My lips surround your hard cock, and I suck on you like you’re a well in the desert; my all encompassing thirst only available to be sated by your taste.

Your precum drips steadily, and my tongue laps at it with purpose. I love giving you a blowjob, and watching you strain against the restraints as you moan makes it even better. My pussy is completely drenched for you at this moment, and I can’t hold back.

I prowl up your body, the animal within me from before coming back. The predator surveying helpless prey. You know what I want, more than anything. Without a word to you, I take it.

My hand grabs your cock, and leads you into my eager pussy. The feeling of you stretching me is one that I love and adore. I want you to be consumed with me. Every sense flooding with me. Our eyes lock onto each other, as I begin to pump my pussy up and down on your cock.

All I can think in this moment is how sexy you are, and how much every cell in my body screams for you when we’re apart. I lean forward, my hips finding the right pace and making sure I take every inch of you with every sensual second.

I study your features as I watch you moan for me. I place my hand over your cheek, and ever so gently press your head into the pillow. It’s a way to show dominance over you, but also a loving act.

I watch the pulse bounding in your artery, mesmerized as I pound you with my needy pussy. My tongue traces over your neck, feeling that beautiful rapid pulse and the taste of salt from your skin. Your hips are helpless bucking, meeting mine with every thrust. The wetness from my pussy is making you so drenched, it’s covering your balls. We both hear that delicious sound of our skin smacking together as you fuck into me. Our pace and pleasure cannot be delayed now, love.

I lick over your cheek, another way that I claim you as mine. I’m so close, and I want to spend myself with you at the same time. Moving up to your ear, I state one simple desire, as my pussy helplessly clenches around you.

Three simple words. “Explode for me.”

I crave it, more than my pumping blood requires oxygen. We look into each other’s eyes again, as our mutual orgasm hits both of us. Our voices mix together in the air as the world stands still around us.

Your voice is the only thing I hear; your desperation tangible as you frantically strain against your restraints; your name is torn from my throat with fervor and reckless abandon, as I cum harder than I ever have against your cock. The sensation of your cock spurting every drop of your cum within me drives me absolutely with purpose; I want all of it, and I want all of you.

Our hearts are both racing. I can hear the blood rushing through my ears as I lay down on top of you, my head on your chest. The pounding of your heart is so beautiful and sensual to me. It makes me feel such warmth; the feelings of love that I have for you in this moment cannot be spoken; they can only be felt. I know that you feel them too.

I reach up and release your restraints, and your hands slowly trace their way over my back.

I want you to stay inside me for as long as possible. It’s always been that way, between us. It goes without saying, between you and I; a piece of each other will always be left with the other person. We lay there together, the metronome of our hearts taking us over now.

The last word that I state before you fall asleep with me is simple, but says so much.

“Mine.”

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XXIII. Strange geography. They really should teach more geography at school, that's what I'm thinking. I mean, I've got to get to New Mexico, but I'm not even sure where it is. In the Southwest, somewheres, which is good enough to say, if you're living two thousand miles away in New Jersey and have no intention of ever actually going there. I don't even know if it comes before or after Arizona. I'm in Oklahoma now, a really godawful place from what I can see of it, which isn't...

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Patchwork People XXIV Cactus Country

XXIV. Cactus country. The day was cool and clear. An auspicious day for new beginnings. The cloudless sky stretched tight, a blue tarpaulin snapped to the horizon. It was almost enough to give Marcia a feeling of hope. Between all the preparations, hastily made as they'd been, throwing together a pair of travel bags, gassing up the truck, collecting maps and whatnot, they were on the road a little later than they'd planned. Traveling south on I-640, traffic was still light but picked...

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Patchwork People XXV Whos Your Daddy

XXV. Who's your daddy? When they asked me at the hospital who my parents were, who my emergency contact was, I guess you can say that I kind of panicked. They were making it pretty clear they weren't going to let me out of here on my own, no way, so I had to come up with someone. Who could I finger for the honor? Mom was out of the question, at this point, and once Marcia found out that I'd lied and basically stolen her money, which I'm sure she must have realized by now, she wasn't...

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Patchwork People XXVI The great escape

XXVI. The great escape. One could imagine a thousand things going wrong, but there was no hitch at the hospital. Their quickly improvised charade worked like a charm. Walt's performance as Phoebe's concerned but understandably angry father was spot-on. Marcia, in her supporting role as distraught mom, hadn't had to act at all. There were the usual papers and forms to sign, a brief interview with a representative from the Chupadero police department and another with a representative...

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Patchwork People XXVII Just south of normal

XXVII. Just south of normal. For the next month, they very much resembled a real family. In the meantime, peace talks with Claire continued, though they were touch-and- go. Grace had gently offered to help mediate and Marcia gratefully accepted her offer. Grace was making progress, working her indelible magic, but it was magic in slow motion. In Claire, she'd met her match, a woman as resistant to miracles as they come. Marcia's ex was angry and would likely remain so, on some level,...

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Patchwork People XXVIII Departures

XXVIII. Departures. It was one of those mornings that seem unable to decide what it wants to be. Halfway to the airport, a fine rain blew up against the windshield of the pick-up. A few miles later, the sun unexpectedly broke out from a temporary gap in the impregnable line of gray clouds massed like battleships laying siege on the horizon It had finally been agreed that Phoebe would return to New Jersey and sign in to an outpatient rehab clinic. At the same time, she would take...

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Patchwork People XXIX When cows fly

XXIX. When cows fly. There are no cows outside the window at thirty thousand feet, no oil drills, no billboards, no fast food chain restaurants either. Nothing but space, space, and more space. You always expect to see things clearer on the way back from a journey. I'm not sure if anything is really different than it was before, but I do see it differently, and maybe that makes all the difference. We'll just have to wait and see. I'm not so mad anymore, I guess. That's one thing...

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Patchwork People XXX Book of Changes

XXX. Book of changes. One morning Marcia came into the Blue Cat and found Grace packing up the snow-globe collection. She carefully wrapped each plastic globe in newspaper before nesting it inside a box beside the others. "What happened? Did Mrs. Pritchard have second-thoughts about selling?" Marcia's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me you got a taker for the entire collection?" "Neither, I'm afraid," Grace said. Marcia began setting out that morning's baked selections....

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Patchwork People XXXI The wisdom of ghosts

XXXI. The wisdom of ghosts. Edgar Birdwell was an awful poet. There was just no two ways around it. It wasn't only that his language was stilted and clunky, antiquated even in his own day, or that his themes were self-censored, disguised in tortured euphemisms to the point of utter obscurity. He was simply a bad writer. There was a good reason he was self-published. Who else would? Birdwell had an ear with more tin in it than a can. Marcia's fantasy, ex- graduate student of...

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Patchwork People XXXII Welcome Home

XXXII. Welcome home. Autumn was now more than just a hint of wood-smoke in the nippy air of a summer evening. The trees had turned and the leaves were in free-fall. In the night sky, the constellations had subtly shifted position. The stars were sharper. The frogs and crickets had grown quieter. "Good evening ladies." Walt waved to them as he cruised passed the porch on the tandem. He was showing up all over town lately riding solo on that bicycle. He was becoming famous for it....

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Teamwork

Do you want to know a secret? I’m crazy about you. Of course I won’t actually say the words to you, but I’ll show you because it’s easier for me. Look at me. Look at my face when you smile at me, doesn’t it tell you everything that I won’t. Feel my fingertips on your arm as you drift into a sleep, they’ll continue to stroke you long after you’ve lost awareness and when I eventually fall asleep pressed up against your warmth, I’ll have a contented smile as I dream of you, as I dream that...

Love Stories
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Early Release

ONE The heavy wooden side gate of Efflington Gully Prison slammed shut, leaving pasty-faced man of about thirty dressed in a blue suit, light blue shirt, no tie and brown boat shoes. He carried a small suitcase. Short-ass Maud Evans, all of five feet, called in a stentorian voice, ‘Bass Togood?’ A little disoriented, Bass looked around to see if she was addressing someone else. There was no-one else about. ‘Yep.’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ ‘YEP!’ ‘There’s no need to shout.’ ‘Likewise. ‘Oh...

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Kelseys Confessions Chapter 2 I give Michael his release

Chapter two It was a year ago on Christmas Eve when Michael and I crossed a very dangerous and inappropriate line. Our parents were forced to travel to Ontario to tend my grandmother who had a stroke, leaving my stepbrother and I alone for the few days leading up to Christmas. Feeling lonely and nostalgic, my stepbrother and I had raided my stepfather's liquor cabinet, and we had gotten slightly inebriated. With our judgment impaired, an innocent shoulder and foot massage had led to...

Taboo
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The Patient Pursuit Rig and Release

The sound of running water in the next room filled the air. Several computer screens filled a corner of an elaborate desk in the bedroom corner. Each screen showed another chart or graph that would lead their owner to a strong and stable financial future; stocks, business ventures, and budget plans. Around the room were the nearly bare walls of a person who had trouble with the idea of settling down or staying stationary. The bed was a simple mattress on the floor, with both padded and...

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Fireworks

Copyright© July 6 2005 She had been anticipating seeing the fireworks all day, and by 5pm, she was ready to go. She even took a shower without a reminder. Daddy shook his head, knowing that there was no convincing her that she did not have to be ready this early. After her shower, she dressed in a denim skirt and a top that tied behind her neck, the stretchy material snug across her accentuated breasts. Slipping into sandals, she asked daddy how she looked. "It looks like some little girl...

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Fireworks

I'm so glad that we decided to walk to the local park to see some 4th of July fireworks. the local TV station said that it should be a fantastic show - they even have live music! Now it is dusk, and the large crowd is filled with anticipation. we are sitting together on a soft blanket in the middle of the crowd and I have brought a second blanket to cover up our laps. As the first fireworks whistle skyward, every person there is looking up. boom! BOOM!! sparkle! crackle! BOOM!! the big show is...

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Coworker fucks my girlfriend

His girlfriend was a short girl. She was skinny with soft pale skin. Her breasts were small but still a nice handful. Her hair was a little short. Her features tended to make her look younger than her 21 years. His coworker swiped through the naked pictures of Mike's girlfriend. He was 44 years old white man. Had a bit of a gut and was a little hairy. Married with 3 kids to raise. He loved to look at girls and when Mike's girlfriend visited he eat her up with his eyes. Mike always wanted...

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Coworker and I leave to have gay sex behind his gf

After a long day of work, me and my coworker who had been secretly fucking, got the okay to leave early. We left his gf behind who still had some work to do as we said we'd go wait for her at their place. Excited we got into the car and I drove. Barely 5 minutes driving and his hand came over and pulled my cock out and he was stroking me. Trying to focus I told him to stop but he continued to tease me. Driving pass cars and people and looking from side to side. "Stop it.. I have to drive.." I...

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Prison Release

I inhaled the crisp and clean morning air. The car was cold and I could feel the metal sting my skin through my sweater as I leaned against it. I looked down again at my watch, almost time. I made my way along the fence and waited at the gate, the doors would open soon. It seemed like forever and then the heavy doors started to click and swung open. Four guys walked out with duffel bags of belongings bulging with items. I didn’t care so much about them, their was one more solitary man walking...

1 year ago
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Release

The following new item is from the New York Times and is, sadly, true. Killers of British Toddler to Be Freed By Sarah Lyall LONDON, June 22 - Two of Britain's most notorious criminals, who as children horrified the nation by torturing and beating a 2- year-old to death, are to be released from custody and sent into society with new identities aimed at concealing their pasts, the government said today. The decision comes eight years after the pair, Jon Venables and Robert...

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