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I awake and turn my head sleepily to see you next to me, sitting up in bed, your long red hair in a halo around your face as it fans out across the pillow. You are writing on a pad, your brow furrowed in concentration. I can feel my renewed erection pressing against the mattress and seeing you like this, deep in thought and distracted, makes me want to possess you, to have you completely. We played our waiting game, and what a delicate and satisfying game it was, but I no longer want to wait. I need to exert my power and have you, now.

Without speaking, I simply reach over and take the pad from your hands and set it on the bedside table. I lean over you and kiss you deeply, finishing with a gentle but firm nip on your lush lower lip. Your eyes meet mine, wondering what has gotten into me. I mean to show you, but it will end with what has gotten into you.

I roll out of bed and again without speaking I grasp you around the waist and hoist your small body over my shoulder in the classic fireman’s carry. You give a small shriek and playfully pound your fists lightly on my back as I carry you to the bathroom. While holding you I turn on the shower spray, waiting until the water is comfortably warm and then I slowly lower you under the stream. I follow, and you can see the desire in my eyes, the determination in my expression.

I begin by stroking slippery strawberry scented shower gel all over your soft compact body. Your lustrous and abundant red hair, now wet, clings to your body. My hands soap your breasts and your stiff pink nipples, up to your neck, down your back while you face me, to the curve of your small cute ass, and down your legs. I lean in to kiss you, my hands trailing back up to gently cup your asscheeks, lifting you on your tiptoes to make up the difference in height between us. The kiss lingers, and you can feel my erection bobbing against your tummy as our tongues touch.

I am impatient now, and I hand you the shower gel. I tell you to get my cock nice and slippery. You take the gel and move to your knees, pooling it from the bottle into the palm of one hand, and then proceed to cover my erect cock with the slippery liquid. Your hand glides effortlessly up and down my shaft, feeling it pulse and grow even harder, thicker between your delicate fingers. Then I tell you to turn around, and once you do my hands exert gentle pressure on your back to cause your ass to arch toward me. Now I have the shower gel, and I tell you to spread your pale round asscheeks for me. You reach back slowly, and pull yourself apart to reveal your intimate secrets to my gaze. I see your tiny pink anus, and the slightly redder, almost hidden, cunt below. I have you hold this position for awhile as I try to commit it to memory. The water is cascading off your back, some running between the cleft of your ass. You look back at me over your shoulder with a mixed expression of embarrassment for providing me such a lewd display, pride for seeing the effect it has on my cock and the rapt attention I am providing, and lust as you wait to be entered and filled.

Taking the shower gel, I lubricate my fingers which will in turn stretch your cunt in preparation for my cock. First one finger, then two, slide into your wet hot pussy. You arch back against my probing hand as I slowly finger fuck you. I admire the soft red pubic hair that contrasts with the milky white skin of your inner thighs which never fails to arouse me. My fingers twirl within you, massaging your sensitive pussy walls, churning up a white froth of your lubrication. I bring my fingers coated in your juices to my mouth, for I have to taste your sweet juices, smell the earthiness of your arousal. You watch my tongue circle my fingers, careful to savor each available trace of your sex juices.

Finally, I withdraw my fingers from my mouth and I see a small smile cross your lips. You crouch and present your ass to me for mounting. But, as enticing as your mysterious asshole is, that is not where I am going to explore you first. I walk up behind you, my hands firmly on your hips, my wet and shower gel-lubricated cock sliding between the furrow of your delicate pink lips. You reach and place my mushroom head at your anus, but I overrule your questing hand, and thrust my slick cock quickly into your smooth and by now drenched pussy. I want to claim all three of your pleasure giving orifices before I explode. You exclaim surprise, especially since I have taken you roughly. You quickly place your hands on the cold tile of the shower wall to support your weight and to allow you to withstand and push back against my thrusts. I hear your sexy and feminine grunts as I reach your depths with each thrust. You are a woman in heat by now. I thrill to the tightness of your opening. I imagine the sensitive pink tissue inside you clinging to and massaging my hard cock. After 5 minutes or so of this, however, I am impatient to move on.

I quickly withdraw from your tight pussy and, grabbing the shower gel with one hand, pour a generous amount on my cock. Holding my cock in my right hand, I tell you to back up and present your ass to me so that I may plunder it. You more eagerly this time reach back and spread your curvy, pale cheeks. I waste no time, and press up against the berry of your ass with my cock's swollen head. I again slide two of the fingers of my right hand into your now empty but sopping pussy, gather your juices on them, and then place them into your mouth. I want you to taste yourself, to savor how excited you are by our mating. I order you to suck my fingers, swirl your tongue around them while I fuck you, just as your tongue will later by swirling around my cock.

I now slowly but powerfully push my way into your tightest hole. I feel your tight sphincter expand as the thickest part of my cock tests it, and you feel it too, sucking hard on my proffered fingers, moaning with what sounds like a mixture of pleasure and pain. I can see apprehension on your face as you look over your shoulder at me, wondering whether the laws of physics will be permit this most intimate of couplings as the aperture of your ass is so tiny in comparison to the thickness of my girth. Finally, your sphincter loses its battle, and my cockhead pops in along with the first two inches of my shaft. I hear a groan of both pain and relief from you, and I quickly bring your mouth to mine, kissing over your shoulder, tongues loosely dueling, your attention divided between the pleasure of my kiss and the invasive fullness caused by my cock.

I then tell you to brace yourself against the shower wall, because I am not planning on taking you slowly. You will take my full powerful thrusts and fuck me back as well. You quickly scramble to place your hands on the tile wall, and I begin ramming my cock home in your snug ass, the second of your three sexy orifices that will give me such pleasure. I have a trained ear to hear your moans and yells; I am listening to see if I am pushing you too far. You are far too beautiful and rare to be carelessly or brutally misused. Instead, you are a fine luxury car that not only exudes refinement and class, but also needs occasionally to be taken on the highway with the throttle opened wide. This is just such an occasion.

I listen to your rhythmic grunts and moans as my cock stretches your ass and reaches deep inside of you, spots you did not know existed, never touched by a man’s cock. I love and commit to memory the sight of your once tiny hole grasping eagerly to my thick shaft. But that hole is no longer tiny, for it has been stretched wide. It will recede to its normal diminutive size when we are through, only to wait to be stretched again, and we both know that will not be long in coming. Shaken from my reverie, I notice that your hips are not as active as they were. We can't have that. My right hand comes crashing down on your pale cheek, stinging you, and leaving my pink handprint. I tell you, "Come on sweet Kitten, move those sexy hips. The faster you move those hips the quicker you will receive the reward of my come in your pretty mouth, and the more of a load it will be. Ride me, fuck me back, milk me with your tight ass."

My spanking has spurred you on. My hand occasionally smacks first one, then the other, cheek, as you more forcefully and urgently thrust back against me. Both of your cheeks now are a nice shade of pink.

I am close to exploding now, and it is time for me to take possession of your mouth. I yell, "Now! Get on your knees and suck my come from me. Come on my beautiful cum slut, show me how much you crave my seed. Your pussy and ass have prepared a feast for your mouth." You quickly move forward off me. Your ass makes an audible "pop" as we disengage, and I can see your once tiny hole dilated into the perfect impression of my thick cock. You spin and get to your knees. The hot water of the shower cascading over both of us, you quickly squirt a dollop of the strawberry scented shower gel on my cock, stroking me quickly. You then immediately take my entire shaft into your mouth. You frantically move your wet hot mouth on my shaft, fucking it as did your pussy and ass. Your hand cradles my balls as your tongue swirls in fast circles around my shaft and sensitive head.

"Make a nice big come load for you to swallow, Susan. I'm close." Your mouth continues to take me to the root and then to the head. Your eyes look up into mine, pleading with me to come. Your hand that was cradling my balls sneaks down to stroke your own clitoris. I am gratified that sucking my cock gives you so much pleasure that you must stroke yourself. You whimper that you are close to coming as well. You vigorously finger fuck yourself, both of our hips bucking as if we were still entwined in each other's bodies. Finally, I can take no more. My hands of their own accord grasp your red mane and I guide you all the way to the base of me cock, my cockhead against the back of your throat, your nose in my pubic hair. I feel the explosion begin in my toes and travel upwards, until it explodes in my brain. I scream out, "Yes, Susan, suck me. Swallow me." You feel the cannon blasts of my come against the back of your throat, some of my seed sliding immediately down your throat, until your mouth is full, and the secondary thrusts remain on your tongue, where you can taste my sexual flavor. I order you to hold my come in your mouth, to open your lips and display to me your reward before swallowing it as well.

My knees weaken, and your mouth moves from me, but you are not ready to stop. You slump against the shower wall, bum on the floor, legs spread outward showing me all of your feminine glory, as your hands frantically work to bring yourself off. Your eyes are closed and you are withdrawn within your own pleasure world. Seeing you as wanton as this keeps my cock hard, despite my recent massive explosion. I begin to stroke myself rapidly watching this delectable scene of your beautiful sexuality before me. Your moans become higher pitched and more frequent. You are getting close, but not quite there. I implore, "Susan, look at me." You gaze up at me with eyes hooded with lust, and see me stroking my still hard shaft. This seems to inspire you to cross the precipice. Your eyes stay pinned to my erect cock and my stroking hand as you continue to massage your own clitoris. Finally, the signs that your climax is imminent and unstoppable arrive. You begin loud moans that reverberate off the tile walls. You sound primal, a majestic and mighty lioness mating in the wild, your red mane whipping about your shoulders as you frantically bob your head. Your screams are too much for me, and I come for the second time in less than ten minutes. As you are writhing before me in orgasm, my come jets from my cock landing on your breasts, your stomach, your legs, you feel my hot bursts landing on your skin as if I were Jackson Pollock creating a masterpiece. You are my canvas, and my cum decorates you. Feeling my hot come on you causes another wave of contractions to come over your pussy, and your orgasm is extended, until we are both spent.

Catching my breath, I shut off the water then slide to the shower floor with you. My arms encircle you, and I pull you close to me, your head rests on my chest. You are breathing hard, half laughing and half sobbing. I lightly kiss your neck and nuzzle your earlobe, my hands holding you tightly and securely.

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Bk 2 Ch 1 Interlude

Alena experienced life in fits and spurts as she slipped in and out of consciousness. One second a vaguely familiar man stood over her, the next, she felt herself being carried. She heard strange voices, muddled as if she were underwater. Something tugged at her, and she was vaguely aware of someone screaming. When she finally came to she was lying down, staring at a strange ceiling. Confused, she tried to sit up... and immediately regretted it as pain lanced through her chest and...

3 years ago
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Interlude

PROLOGUE: After Anne and Jamie’s ordeal in the bathroom of their place of work, they decided to become life partners, and have hopes of getting married, but sadly, they cannot due to the non-gay marriage in their state of residence, but none the less, they still love each other dearly. It has been 3 months when they first met….and this is that story. Anne awoke at around 2:30 AM, feeling groggy, she went to the kitchen to get some cough medicine for her cold and a hot cup of...

2 years ago
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Romantic Interlude

Rod wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She nearly gasped as his lips found hers, his tongue gently pressing between her lips, his arms tightening around her waist. His hands slid up her back and back down to her waist again as the kiss continued for a few more moments before his grasp of her loosened and he stepped back. ‘Wow,’ she stammered as she stepped back and looked up at him. ‘I um, wasn’t quite expecting that!’ He simply smiled and they began talking about the...

2 years ago
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Sweet Interlude

The following is a story of romance, discovery and love. If you’re looking for a lot of hot sex, it isn’t the story for you. The sex comes at the end and is hopefully loving, tender and gentle. I have to thank my muse, the lovely Mona Lisa of Literotica. XOXOXOX’s to you, Sweet Thing. * I thought the first thing I would have noticed as I entered the luxurious penthouse apartment might have been the lavish furniture or the fine art along the wall or the exquisite chandelier in the entryway....

1 year ago
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Sam and Lara Interlude

It’s been a week of turmoil for both ladies. Lara wished she had put on the note to Sam to call her on a week night Sam was hardly able to suppress her excitement and nervousness, the wait was simply excruciating. Sam’s work usually ticked by with ease, but now seemed to drag by at an almost slow motioned rate. It wasn’t much better at home either, time seemed to be spent either reliving the Vegas experience, or wondering what to say when it came time for the phone call. Why had Lara been...

2 years ago
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London Interlude

Lisa was feeling wonderful. Here she was, sitting at the breakfast table in the dining room of a smart hotel in London. To one side she had spread a number of tourist brochures and leaflets, all with information about the terrific things to see and do in this, the most exciting city in the world, all ready for her to pick and choose her activities during this four day midweek break. Only a few weeks ago if anyone had suggested to her that she would be here now she would have said that they were...

3 years ago
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Late Night Interlude

It had been a long day and Jeanette was exhausted. She walked through her front door and immediately kicked off her high heels. They flew across the room, a shining blur of red vinyl smashing into a plump cushion pillow and bouncing off the corner of a walnut chair leg. Jeanette smiled a tired smile and tossed her auburn tresses out of her eyes. The work day was finally over. She shrugged out of her navy blue blazer and let it fall to the floor. Her black nylon shod feet stepped into the lush...

3 years ago
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A Romantic Valentines Day Interlude

You arrive at work to find a large bouquet of 2 dozen Roses mixed with wild flowers. You smell them and then read the card: ‘Can’t wait too see you honey. Missing you Every Minute. Have a wonderful Day. David’ You smile and then pick up the phone to call me. Unfortunately you get my voice mail and so you hang up. You fire up your computer and shoot off an email to me. ‘Can’t wait for tonight. Thanks for the flowers. You have a wonderful day too.’ You then set about doing your work. You get...

4 years ago
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Mountain Interlude

The air was cool as it gently blew through the windows of the cabin. The curtains fluttered softly in the light breeze and the sounds of night played a symphony for the lovers as the crickets, cicadas and frogs played their songs of love. The moon was full and seemed to cast a silvery look to everything. He lay on his back with his eyes half closed enjoying the sensation of her fingertips lightly running up and down his chest. She lay on her side with her leg thrown across his thighs watching...

2 years ago
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A Ghostly Interlude

Alan’s flashlight cut through the dust and gloom of the old attic, illuminating in small portions boxes and other sundry stored for no one knew how long. He had come to this house before, the first time as a teenager looking for a place to be alone. When he was told this house, only a couple of miles from his home, was part of the family estate, he investigated. It wasn’t a large house, but it offered some solitude from the pressures of his life. It was on one of these first trips that he...

4 years ago
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A Parisian Interlude

It was one of their occasional confession sessions. They did that from time to time. Em had come rather late to the infidelity scene. Ambrose had been an occasional player on that circuit for a long time. He was older by a decade-plus. This time they were sitting over the dinner table at home on a Saturday night not long after they’d returned from a European holiday. They were well fed and had several wines each to their credit and were chatting about their trip. Em and Ambrose liked going on...

4 years ago
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Adventures of a SwitchInterlude

Part 3 of St Wintermute’s School for Girls and its Headmistress, Ms Angela Hyde(her of the penchant for caning young schoolgirls) will return soon.I don’t know about you but as I get older I seem to be more horny, not less. I was surfing the net one morning after work, looking for something to inspire a good wank when I came across a video of a large breasted woman using a strapon on a man whilst milking his cock. I had toyed with my arse before when wanking, but had found the idea of...

2 years ago
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A Business Trip Interlude

Em had always found it difficult to resist a straight-out proposition from someone she was enjoying lunch or dinner with one-on-one and with whom she had established some empathy. Sometimes she wondered briefly whether this was entirely proper. Mostly she put this unworthy thought out of her head immediately. Even if she didn’t, even if the thought lingered which it sometimes did and which was always very sexy, she usually ended up with an urgently ardent new cock between her legs. So when...

3 years ago
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A Hilltop Interlude

Written with a little help from Tender Cowboy ???? Life changed dramatically after moving in with Jamie. I found that I had traded the comfortable but boring life of a mild mannered housewife with a cold and distant husband for an exciting life with an indomitable free spirit who pours his fiery passion for beauty into everything he does, whether he’s crafting a new beer, building a car, or making love. We both work hard all week, but the weekends are for fun. Whether we are taste testing his...

3 years ago
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Interlude

The loops of leather tightly wrapped around her breasts then fastened to the harness she wore caused those breasts to stand out proudly, reddened, just out there for the use and abuse of her Master. The harness was a simple thing, really.  Basically, a ‘V’ running from crotch to shoulders, from front to back.  The bottom was cleverly sewn so that He could have access to her cunt and ass, but it maintained the continuity of the outfit. To this harness could be fastened a multitude of additional...

3 years ago
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My photographic interlude

I am a photography buff, spending an hour or two most Saturdays and Sundays shooting pictures. If you are in my neighborhood on the weekends, you will see me coming and with my camera bag and tripod. My neighbor, Beth is usually outside tending her garden, and when we see each other, we exchange greetings. Beth asked me what I liked to photograph. It was an innocent question, but I decided to turn our conversation toward sex. I said that I wanted to take erotic pictures of women. She said good...

1 year ago
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Indian Summer Interlude

I was lucky and retired early. Although there was plenty to do, both at home and in a part time volunteer job I took on, I found that I was nowhere near as active, and had started to put on more weight that I wanted. Living in the Chilterns, I decided to see more of the local countryside and started to take walks out of the town and into the hills. This week, we have been blessed by a real Indian Summer, so as the footpaths would be dry, my walk this week was one that I had wanted to do for a...

2 years ago
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Jill Dipping Our Toes Upstairs Interlude

We made our way back to our hotel room and quickly entered and shut the door. Jill turned and looked at me.“Oh my God!” she exclaimed. I gave her a few moments to collect her thoughts, savoring her beautiful, flushed face. My wife. How did we get here? This was so not us.“Are you turned on?” I asked.“God yes... I know I'm soaked,” she said, holding her hands on her cheeks. “I am a strong, independent, woman...but...when you told me to pull my panties down, I almost came.”“Oh? You liked that...

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3 years ago
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Sonoran Summer Interlude

Summer in the Sonoran Desert can be brutal. It is Arizona's answer to a pizza oven. The heat is dry, intense and sometimes oppressive. The way to cope with the heat are the local lakes and the Salt River. This year, I had bought an annual pass and found a nice quiet place to relax on a lake. I was there for about an hour when a woman in her fifties came by and was startled by my presence. "I did not see you there," she said. "Just me, my chair, a cooler, and a book to read. I am enjoying the...

MILF
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The Shaming Part 2 Sweet Interlude

Slowly I wake up. The rays of the sun enter through the slats of the blinds, and as I open my eyes, I see stripes painted across the walls of the room by the sun. My mouth is dry, and I am confused as to where I am. I have a moment of panic and then memory returns.I recall yesterday, my shame at having been caught shoplifting, my humiliation, the spanking I received and finally the pleasure and the shame of being subjected to all the lesbian sex play. I am alone and wonder where my stepdaughter...

Taboo
3 years ago
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Local Affairs 3 Interlude

Readers are advised to read “Local Affairs" parts 1 & 2 first.  Being awakened by a ringing phone before eight in the morning was not Greg’s idea of the leisurely Sunday lie-in he had hoped to have; but the melodious chuckle that greeted his rather surly “Hello” immediately dispelled his initial mood. It was Sarah. “Hi Greg – sorry to be ringing a bit early. I hope you’re not feeling too worn out.” “No, Sarah, I had a lovely time, and I’m still enjoying the memories.” “I enjoyed it too,...

Straight Sex
3 years ago
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Butterfly Beach III torm Clouds Over Eden An Interlude

From the sketchbook of G. McCrossen.Day by day, the desire to be rescued fades. Here, I no longer fear being found out. I feel free. Returning to civilization is far from my mind. Carter tugged insistently on Gavin’s hand as they walked along the beach, the sound of waves crashing against the rocks before sluicing through the tide pools their constant companion. They’d left the camp after devouring a meal enhanced by the pink fruit that had become a staple for the castaways, Grant wanting to...

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