Dessert

by Brenda McIntyre

In eight years of marriage, Crystal had never had a plan quite like this. Dave was her husband, her lover, her world. And now she had a plan she hoped would show him just how much she loved him.

She had thought about it for more than a week. She had gathered the supplies she needed and carefully planned each ingredient, every piece of service ware.  Finally, everything was nearly ready. She carefully set the last few items she needed on the dining room table. Her heart skipped a beat as she thought about him walking in and seeing her carefully planned surprise.

Dave came home like he always did. He hung his jacket on the coat hook like he always did. He didn't even bother to call out that he was home.

He walked into the dining room and stopped cold. He had not been prepared for what he saw. Nothing could have prepared him! Crystal had set the table with all manner of dessert toppings: Blueberries and strawberries, whipped cream, candy sprinkles and small pitchers of flavored syrup and chocolate. Crystal herself was lounging in the center of the table, nude, propped up on one elbow. She caressed her smooth, velvety skin with her fingertips. As Dave watched, she slipped her hand over her sex briefly.

She giggled as he stood staring open-mouthed. Her laughter made a soft, almost musical sound.

"Welcome home, baby," she purred, caressing her ample breasts. "I thought you might want to start with dessert tonight."

He stood there, dumbfounded.

"Don't be shy," Crystal coaxed, squeezing her breasts together. "I went to all this trouble."

Dave smiled. His cock stirred in his briefs. He was ready and eager to dive in, but he took a moment to remove his shirt and tie. He had a feeling this was going to be messy.

Crystal watched. Her hands moved slowly over her taut body, never quite pausing. She brushed her fingertips across her nipples until they stood erect. The anticipation was driving her wild.

At last he stood in just his trousers. He rubbed his hands together and looked over the toppings. There were so many choices it was hard to know where to begin.

He reached out and took up a pitcher of chocolate syrup. He carefully poured some over her foot, then kissed and licked it away. He poured a little more onto her calf, and she purred as he licked it up. She reached out, stroking his hair, urging him onward.

He tilted the pitcher again, pouring chocolate syrup on her thigh. He licked it up slowly, carefully, taking his time, teasing her. She cooed and purred, wriggling her hips and pinching her nipples.

Dave put down the pitcher and grabbed a jar of honey. It had a honey dipper in it. He used it to drizzle honey on her sex. She squirmed and cooed. The honey was surprisingly cool.

She moaned long and low as he lapped the honey from her. He did not stop when he had licked up the last of it, but continued, slipping his tongue inside her and tasting her arousal. She moaned, arching her back. His loving tongue made her burn with desire! If he kept this up, he would have her cumming soon. She moved her hips rhythmically.

He stopped long enough to get out of his pants and underwear. His big, thick cock bobbed as he freed it. She watched him, idly fingering her sex, anticipating the loving he was about to give her.

He took up the honey dipper again and smeared honey over his throbbing prick. He moved to her, bringing his meat to her mouth.

"Here's a treat for you," he murmured.

She licked him slowly, looking up into his eyes.  She started near his balls and ran her tongue all the way to the tip. A drop of precum beaded there, and she licked it up, smiling at him.

It took more than a minute for her to clean the honey from his prick. By then he was groaning, trying to thrust his cock into her mouth, but she would only take the head.

She sucked briefly, then pulled the head of his cock from her mouth, smiling. She reached over and picked up a can of whipped cream. She shook it gently before spraying the contents onto her body. She covered her breasts, her belly; even her sex.

It was Dave’s turn to smile. He leaned over her and licked her clean, starting with one nipple, then moving to the other. He wrapped his arms around her, sucking her nipple into his mouth. The whipped cream clung to his arms and face, but he didn't care. He ran his tongue over Crystal's breasts until they were clean, then he started licking whipped cream from her belly. His cock throbbed and surged.

She mewed and purred, wriggling under him as he slowly licked his way down to her sex.  He flicked his tongue over her clit and she cooed. Soon he was licking her hungrily. She squirmed and writhed. He dipped his tongue inside her again, sliding it in and out, fucking her with it. She squealed and bucked, thrusting her hips, getting as much pleasure from his tongue as she could. He rubbed her clit with his thumb. In another instant, she cried out and came, shuddering.

She continued moaning, but he pulled his face away from her. He was rock hard now, and throbbing, dripping precum. He took her hips in his big, strong hands and thrust his aching cock inside her.

She cried out anew as he plunged into her, balls deep. He grunted and thrust again and again, fucking her hard enough to shake the table. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply, still thrusting hard. Pump. Pump. Pump.

She wrapped her arms and legs around him, holding the love of her life close. He thrust into her harder and harder! Their moans and sighs mingled as did the sweat from their bodies.

With one final thrust, his cock erupted. They held each other close as he pumped his seed deep inside her.

At last, panting, he pulled his spent dick out of her. She pulled him close and kissed him again, deeply.

"We're not done yet, baby," she mewed. She reached for the chocolate syrup.

"Think you can build up another load?" she asked. "I want to taste your cum."

She dribbled the chocolate over her breasts....

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I hope everyone is staying safe and staying home!

This offering is inspired by a dream I had. As I worked it into a story, I realized I could turn it into a tale set during the current COVID 19 pandemic. I'm not sure if this is the first erotic story set in this quarantine or not, but I certainly hope you enjoy it.

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The Best We Can

a COVID 19 self-quarantine story

by Brenda McIntyre

for James

When the recommendation from the CDC came for all Americans to “shelter in place,” Angel and I found ourselves sharing a spacious home on the outskirts of town. We each had homes of our own, and boyfriends to go home to. But because of Angel’s job working with special needs adults and my classes at Parkside, renting the house made sense. Besides, the rental price for such a luxurious home was hard to pass up.

We made phone calls when the recommendation came. James (her boyfriend), Bruce (mine), Angel and I all agreed it was best for us to stay in the house. This was partly because Angel’s job was essential, but the fact that my car was likely to break down at any moment played a part, too.

There was an attraction between Angel and I from the moment we met. Neither of us considered ourselves lesbian, but we certainly had bisexual tendencies, and we had done some heavy petting well before the quarantine hit. More than mere heavy petting, actually. I had even spent an entire night in her bed, snuggled close to her, her arms around me.

The spring weather worked in our favor. With a little help from Bruce, we were able to set up a portable shower outside. When Angel came home, she would strip, tossing her clothes in a plastic garbage bag and shower herself. I would make sure one of her fluffy robes and at least one towel was hung on the wooden peg outside for her use. Then she could just bring the bag of clothes in and we’d launder them that night.

Whether it was boredom, romantic inspiration, or something else, I couldn’t say. But I found a few key items among our supplies and hatched a plan to surprise my quarantine roommate.

I was waiting in the immense living room. I heard her come in the back door, as always.  I heard her starting the washer in the mud room. I wondered if she could hear the smooth jazz I had playing softly.

She walked in, and I realized once again how gorgeous she is. I’m used to drawing attention when I enter a room. My double D bosom is hard to ignore. In fact, my breasts are the first thing (things?) people usually comment on when meeting me. (Why is that? Do they think I don’t know they’re there?) But Angel’s G-cups are even more attention-grabbing. She’s actually one of the few people who make me feel my breasts are normal-sized when she’s around. Tonight they were straining at the downy pink robe I had chosen for her, almost as if they had a life of their own and were threatening to open the robe from the inside, even if she protested. The robe was short enough to display her exquisite legs, too.

I could already see the look of surprise on her face. It wasn’t just the soft music. The dim lighting highlighted the scented candles I had placed throughout the house. She looked at me with wondrous incredulity, reminding me of a child seeing presents piled high on Christmas morning.

I had found a sheer lavender nightgown, one I had hung in the back of the closet when I realized it no longer fit. I was surprised and delighted to find out that morning that I had lost enough weight to wear it again.

I stepped toward Angel (who really does look like an angel, at least to me. Minus the wings), a glass of champagne in each hand.

“Welcome home, darling,” I purred.

“What’s this?” she asked, a smile breaking over her face like sunshine after a spring rain.

“I wanted to surprise you,” I answered, handing her a glass. “Welcome home.”

For a moment she was motionless, clearly happy, but still processing. At last she clinked her glass on the rim of mine.

“Thanks,” she smiled and took a sip.

“I’ve got the bath all ready,” I said, and she nearly spit out the champagne.

“Bath?”

“C’mon,” I urged gently, taking her arm.

I led her to the master bath, with its huge tub. We had joked about it when we moved in. “Who has a bathtub for four?” I had quipped.

I had candles burning here, too, and a Bluetooth speaker echoing the jazz I had paying throughout the house. I had drawn a hot bubble bath, and the suds sparkled in the candlelight invitingly. As Angel took in the sight, I stood behind her and untied the belt of her robe, sliding it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I wrapped my arms around her waist, my breasts pressed against her back, and kissed her neck softly.

“You went to a lot of trouble,” she said, turning her head toward me.

“Doing something for you is never trouble,” I assured her, nuzzling her neck.

She gently took my chin in her hand, lifting my face to hers, and kissed me full on the mouth. I closed my eyes as her tongue met mine. Angel’s kisses are exquisite, and this one was no exception.

After a long minute of kissing, Angel stood back, looking me over.

“You look amazing!” she said, her eyes sparkling.

I could feel the heat in my cheeks and knew I was blushing. Angel is the pretty one. I’m alright-looking, but I’m a little chubby (although Bruce calls it “curvy”).

Angel stepped close again. She kissed me again briefly, then pulled my nightgown over my head. I raised my arms, and despite the sensual quiet of the moment, my heart was racing.

“So beautiful,” Angel whispered, and I felt my blush deepen. She hefted my left breast in her hand, as if testing its weight. She bent close, her breath teasing my nipple in the moment before she pressed her lips to it.

I gasped as she suckled me. I stroked her hair, still damp from her shower outside.

My nipple grew hard in her mouth, and she flicked her tongue over it. Instinctively I pulled her closer.

She stopped, looking up at me briefly with her bright blue eyes before taking my other nipple into her mouth. Her fingers brushed against my sex, and I shivered. Her fingertip settled on my clit, rubbing in slow circles. I held her closer, my hips moving rhythmically.

She would  have gone further, but with a touch I gently reminded her of the bubble bath. She gestured for me to go in, but I took her arm and wordlessly insisted she go first. After all, I had put this evening together for her.

She settled into the water, and I slipped in behind her. I washed her back, even though she had showered.

She turned, facing me. The foam hid her breasts from me, which was somehow more arousing than if they had been visible. She took the pouf I had used to wash her back from me and carefully washed my breasts. She scooted closer and kissed me. Her leg went under mine as she scooted even closer.

Beneath the water, our pussies kissed. I shuddered, but my lover took me in her gentle embrace, moving her hips, rubbing our most intimate parts together.

I had never scissored sitting up. Yet here we were, arms around each other, our pussies grinding. She kissed me deeply, and I gave myself over to the sensations.

Her tongue was caressing my own when I pulled away. I had to! I was gasping and grinding...close to cumming! She kept grinding. We were both breathing heavily. My breathing turned to mewing, which gave way to moaning.

Suddenly I was cumming! Angel held me, still grinding as I squealed and shook.

When it subsided, she pulled me close, stroking my hair. She kissed me softly. Her pussy still rubbed against mine, but less insistently.

I wanted to bring her to orgasm, like she had done for me. But her pussy rubbing mine was light, just a little teasing for both of us. I cupped her breast, lifting it out of the water, above the suds, and licked a slow circle around her nipple. She purred and gently pulled my head to her bosom. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking it gently. It grew erect between my lips.

She purred and cooed, still rubbing her sex against mine. I pinched her other nipple as I suckled her.

She pulled away gently, reaching for a towel as she stood. The water on her skin glistened in the candlelight, making her look like Aphrodite emerging from the sea.

“Let me dry you,” she whispered. “We can continue in bed.”

She didn’t specify her bed or mine, but I didn’t really care at that point. We toweled each other dry, taking time to kiss and lick any exposed flesh. My knees were weak.

We stood in the candlelight for a moment, admiring each other. Angel has a way of devouring me with her eyes, much like a child devours an ice cream cone. That look filled me with a renewed desire, a burning which, if not quenched, threatened to consume my very soul.

She took my hand and led me silently out of the bathroom. She led me through the living room, her ass cheeks clenching alternately as she walked.

I couldn’t wait. I stopped, giving her hand a gentle tug. She turned to face me. I threw my arm around her neck and kissed her deeply. She responded hungrily and I collapsed to the floor, pulling her on top of me. One arm around her neck, my other hand was already massaging her sex.

She kissed me eagerly, like it was the end of the world. I slipped a finger into her wet quim, and then a second. She moaned into my mouth, moving her hips, fucking my fingers.

Her fingers were on my sex, stroking my wet labia. She wriggled her fingers inside. We were both finger fucking each other. My pussy made little squishing sounds as she worked her fingers in and out, faster and faster. I arched my back, crying out as she brought me to another intense orgasm.

She pulled her fingers out and brought them to my mouth. We kissed with her fingers between our lips, both of us tasting my juices.

She was still moving her hips, still fucking my fingers. I rolled over on top of her, not taking my fingers from her dripping pussy. I slid down her body, kissing her breasts, her belly. She purred and cooed as I kissed lower still. I lapped at her love slit like a kitten, tasting her musky juices. She cooed, arching her back, her fingers entwining in my hair. I flicked my tongue over her clit.

“Fuck!” she gasped, grinding her hips faster.

I rubbed her nub with my thumb as I drove my tongue inside her. I bobbed my head, fucking her with my tongue. The flavor was intoxicating! I rubbed my own love button as I drove my tongue deep into her cunt. Again. And again!

She cried out, holding my head to her sex as she ground on my tongue. Her orgasm made her shudder, and a new wave of sex juices flooded my tongue.

I rolled onto my back. We lay there panting, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on our flesh. At last I felt her hand on my head. With a touch, she urged me to move beside her. I did, and as she embraced me I kissed her tenderly.

She must have carried me to her room as I slept. I woke in her bed. The candles had been responsibly extinguished, but the smooth jazz still played in the darkness. I rolled onto my side.

Her form was highlighted in the sliver of moonlight which peeked through the curtains. I watched her breasts rise and fall as she breathed. I reached out, stroking her cheek as she slept.

She purred and smiled.

We were both satisfied. Neither of us would call ourselves lesbian. We’d both rather be home with our boyfriends, loving them and their man parts. But we had found comfort and release in each other’s arms tonight. And we would again.

None of us knows how long this pandemic will last. But like everyone, Angel and I are doing the best we can.

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My Love for Her

by Brenda McIntyre

For this story, I tried something new. I wrote it from the guy's point of view. I'm also excited to report that Johnson Hardcastle has kindly recorded this story for inclusion in an audiobook! The recording (with music and sound effects) will be available in a few days, but only to my patrons. Become a patron at patreon.com/brendabrunette so you don't miss it!

I entered the bedroom noiselessly. My wife lay on the bed, sleeping lightly. She wore only a white lace bra and panty set. I slipped into the bed beside her and covered her eyes with a blindfold. I gently lifted her hands up above her head and tied them to the bed frame, first the left, then the right. As my wife stirred and began to wake I kissed her deeply. My tongue caressed hers.

I kissed her neck. Then her breasts. I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, releasing her double D’s. I kneaded them with both hands as she mewed softly. I pinched her nipples, then lowered my head and ran the flat of my tongue over one of them. She purred and her nipple stiffened. I pressed my mouth to it, sucking gently. I nibbled it a little. She moaned and arched her back, pressing her tit to my mouth.

I was already rock hard as I kissed and licked her abdomen. As I ran my tongue along the waistband of her panties, I took my pocket knife from the nightstand and flicked it open. I pressed the flat of the blade to her waist, letting her feel the cold steel on her bare skin. Then I slipped the blade under one side of her panties and cut through the lacy fabric. I cut the other side as well. Then I slipped her panties out from beneath her ass.

I laid my pocket knife aside and settled between her legs. I kissed her inner thigh, letting my tongue slowly work its way toward her sex.

I took my time getting there. She purred and mewed, tugging at her restraints, wordlessly begging me to taste her. I slipped my tongue between her buttery lips, slowly sawing it upward toward her clit, which I kissed tenderly. I massaged it with my tongue, making her moan with pleasure. Still licking her clit, I slipped two fingers inside her wet quim. I worked them in and out, curving them, exploring her innermost being. She moaned and rocked her hips, taking my fingers deeper. As she neared orgasm I drove my fingers into her harder and faster until she bucked, her pussy squirting all over them.

I stood, my cock throbbing. Leaving her tied to the bed and blindfolded, I walked to the door. I opened it and shut it again, making her think I had left the room.

Several minutes ticked past. She called my name quietly, wondering if I had, indeed, left.

Without a word I slipped back onto the bed and pushed my aching cock inside her. I took her thighs in my hands and drove my cock into her deep. I pulled out and drove my cock into her again. And again!

Fucking her, I grabbed the knife from the nightstand and cut the rope holding her right hand to the bed frame.

“Rub your clit,” I whispered as I drove my cock relentlessly into her. She complied, and soon she had fingered herself to an intense orgasm. I plowed into her, fucking her hard. I was so close! With one final thrust I came deep inside her.

I moved my hips gently. Her wet cunt kept me hard. I pulled out of her and untied her blindfold. As she blinked in the light of the bedroom I shoved my cock into her mouth, making her gag.

I fucked her mouth as I had fucked her pussy, making her choke with each thrust. At last I couldn’t stand anymore. My cock erupted.

“Swallow,” I grunted. “Swallow!”

She managed to swallow most of it. She pulled away before I was done and caught a couple of spurts on her adorable face.

“I love you,” I whispered as I released her from her bindings. I held her close, caressing her smooth skin.

“I love you, too,” she breathed at long last. She sat up on the bed, pushing me firmly onto my back.

“Let me show you how much.”

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BOOK REVIEW: Lust in London

Review by Brenda McIntyre

I’ll admit it: I’m envious of Alicia West. While I consider myself a writer, West is a wordcraft. The sex in Lust in London isn’t just hot, it varies. When the main character, Anna, has a somewhat disappointing encounter, the reader can sense it as the scene unfolds. Trust me, I’ll be analyzing the tricks West used to achieve this effect.

The other thing West does that I don’t is this: She takes her time. I tend to jump right into the heavy stuff. West provides a slow burn that builds to a passionate climax. (See what I did there?) This is something I’ve been working on in my own writing, and I’ll be using Lust in London to learn more about this technique as well.

The story is about a woman named Anna Vandoorne, CEO of a property development company. This is where West lost me as a reader. I know nothing about real estate or property development, and the drama of Anna’s position was nonsense to me. The important thing is Anna is a powerful CEO of a big corporation who travels all over the world. It serves as a way of getting her from one steamy encounter to the next, and (for me, anyway) nothing more. Consequently, I would have enjoyed a little less corporate drama and more hot bedroom action. Of course, a lot of people tell me scoring with a corporate exec is one of their top fantasies. Honestly, it doesn’t even make my list.

Still, it was refreshing to read something that wasn’t simply trying to be a clone of Fifty Shades, and it was even more of a pleasure to read a book that had obviously been edited. So much erotica I read (especially through electronic media) is filled with errors in spelling, punctuation, word usage, etc.

Don't let the subtitle fool you. Lust in London is not a romance in the traditional sense. While Anna has two different companions she'd like to see more of, none of the characters is at any point interested in "settling down."

I recommend Lust in London for those who enjoy an erotic read. Four out of five stars. You order your copy HERE.

New Year, New Man

by Brenda McIntyre

Simone was through feeling sorry for herself. Jacob had broken up with her just before Christmas. The bastard. She had already bought his present, a pen with screwdriver, a stylus for smart devices, a level, a ruler, and a flash drive.  At least the store took it back.

But now it was January. Simone figured she could go on feeling sorry for herself or go out and start living her life again.

She called Chanel on a whim.

“Wanna go out? Maybe to the club?”

“Ooo!” Chanel exclaimed, “I’d love to, but I’m still paying for Christmas.”

“I hear ya,” Simone agreed.

They chatted a bit more before hanging up.

Simone was determined she wasn’t going to let her breakup with Jacob get her down. It was a new year, damn it, and she was going to remake herself, with or without her best friend.

She chose an outfit for herself: a short black skirt and a gold off-the-shoulder top. She had a pair of gold strappy sandals which matched the top. She decided to let her auburn hair hang loosely about her shoulders.

The club was crowded. More crowded than usal. Not that Simone went often enough to know what “usual” was.

There was this one guy dancing with practically every girl there. He was trim and athletic, with sandy hair and a strong jaw. He wore an azure shirt which was unbuttoned, revealing a white V-neck tee beneath, and khaki pants. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and a thin sheen of sweat covered him as he executed his moves on the crowded dance floor. And he could move, too! Simone had little doubt he was excellent in bed. Too bad every woman in the place was vying for his attention.

Simone was here for herself, after all. Not for some hot dancer with all the moves and all the girls. She turned back to the bar and ordered a daiquiri.

“I’ll get that,” said a soft yet rugged voice next to her.

It was the dancer. He had somehow extricated himself from the mob of women and was taking a seat next to her at the bar.

“I can pay for my own drinks,” Simone said.

The dancer smiled, revealing dimples in the stubble on his cheeks.

“I knew you were different the moment I laid eyes on you,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

“You noticed me from the dance floor?”

“Sure,” he replied. “You were the only woman in the place who didn’t seem desperate.” He smiled, showing his dimples again. “I’m Raphael,” he added, extending his hand.

“Simone,” she answered, taking it. His grip was firm and strong.

The bartender placed a daiquiri in front of Simone. Raphael ordered an Abner.

“Not your usual MGD guy?” Simone observed.

“I like my beer like I like my women,” Raphael quipped. “Unique.”

He placed his hand on top of hers.

“That’s why I noticed you,” he added as the bartender set down his beer.

The two drank and chatted.

“Raphe,” a busty blonde said, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come dance with me.”

“I’m all danced out, babe,” he said and took another sip of his Abner. His eyes were a remarkable shade of blue.

“Listen,” Raphael said after the blonde had left, “it’s crowded here. Why don’t we go back to my place?”

Simone gulped the mouthful of daiquiri and stared at Raphael wide-eyed.

“I didn’t mean that the way it sounds,” he said, holding up both hands for emphasis. “I just thought we could talk somewhere quieter.” He looked over his shoulder toward the dance floor. “Maybe get away from the crowd.”

Simone’s heart fluttered. He wanted to spend time with her. Just her! Quietly, she took another sip of her drink.

“I think I’d like that,” she mused as she finished off her daiquiri.

Despite what she had said when Raphael sat beside her, she let him pay for the drinks.

“I suppose I can follow you,” she said. She didn’t want to rely on him for a ride. Especially if it turned out he was dangerous or something.

“No need,” he replied. “I live on the next block.”

He put his arm around her as they walked. It took her by surprise, not because it was unwelcome, but because she could sense his strength and confidence. She leaned close to him against the night chill. He wore a musky cologne.

His home was modest, but warm and inviting. She could tell a man lived there, as Raphael hadn’t bothered to clean up some minor clutter.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said as if reading her mind.

She gave his arm a squeeze. “I didn’t come here to see your place,” she teased.

“Have a seat,” Raphael said with a sweep of his arm toward the couch in the living room. “Can I get you anything?”

Simone kicked off her shoes. She was feeling a slight buzz from her daiquiri. She wasn’t a big drinker.

“Just company,” she answered.

Raphael removed his own shoes and socks and sat beside her. They chatted into the night. He owned Second Chances, a small high-end resale shop in town. Simone loved the place, and shopped there often. She was a hair stylist.

She kissed him. She knew she shouldn’t. They had just met. But this was a fresh start for her. A new beginning.

He grasped her shoulders with his strong hands. His tongue pressed into her mouth.

She moaned and slipped the blue shirt from his shoulders. He wriggled out of it and kissed her again.

“You sure you wanna do this?” he murmured.

“You don’t?” she asked in reply.

He kissed her again, deeply, tugging at her top, wanting to show her how badly he wanted it. She raised her arms, letting him pull the top off and away. Her breasts bounced with newfound freedom.

“My god,” he breathed. He reached for her, caressing her breast tenderly, sending a tingle through her body. He pressed his mouth to her nipple and sucked. She cooed and ran her fingers through his sandy hair.

He paused for a breath and she quickly pulled off his tee. She ran her palm over his pects until he leaned in and sucked her erect nipple again.

“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” he whispered when he paused for breath again.

Simone stood. She wriggled out of her skirt and stood before Raphael in nothing more than a black thong.

“You’ve never done it on the floor?” she purred.

He stood. He couldn’t decide if he should take Simone in his arms or strip off his pants first.

She decided for him. She stepped close and kissed him tenderly as she undid his pants. She knelt as she gently tugged them down.

His cock tented his boxers. She brushed her fingertips over it through the fabric.

“God, baby,” she gasped. “You’re so big!”

She pulled his boxers down. His hard member caught on the waistband and she stretched it wide in order to free him. His thick cock bobbed as she helped him step out of his pants and boxers.

She could only marvel at its size. She said nothing, but let her fingertips play over it. He sighed, watching her.

She looked up into his eyes as she continued to caress his manhood. He groaned.

She brought her fingertips around to her thumb. The thickness of his shaft wouldn’t let them quite meet. She began slowly stroking him. He groaned and levered his hips, sliding his massive meat through her fist.

“Easy, baby,” she whispered. “We have all night.”

She kissed the underside of the shaft. A single drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip. Simone bit her lip and smiled up at him.

She traced the tip of his dick over her nipple, leaving a trail of his arousal. Then she lifted her breast to her mouth and kissed the pre-cum away. She giggled. She liked the sweet taste.

She brought his prick back to her mouth and tongued the head. He moaned and thrust his hips forward. Another bead of pre-cum appeared and she kissed it away.

He moaned again and pressed the head of his cock to her lips.

Simone giggled. “Seems like you’re about to blow your load already!”

“Unnhgh,” he groaned. “With what you’re doing to me...it’s hard not to!”

She purred and pressed his cock between her breasts. She held them tightly around his manhood as he pumped back and forth a few times. Then she laid back and slipped her thong off, exposing her shaved pussy.

“Fuck me,” she hissed. “Fuck me now.”

He laid on top of her and kissed her deeply. His cock pressed against her hip. She squirmed, desperate to feel him inside her.

His lips moved to her collarbone. Then her breast. He licked a lazy circle around her nipple before taking in his mouth once again. She cooed and stroked his hair.

He kissed lower. Her belly. Her hip. She moaned in anticipation. He kissed lower, just above her wetness. She cooed again as his tongue lapped her labia. Slowly he pushed his tongue into her wet quim.

She squealed and squirmed. He fucked her with his tongue, sliding it in and out of her wetness. Her musky taste made him all the more aroused, and his cock throbbed with desire. He moved again, kissing up her belly. As he took her nipple into his mouth again, he thrust into her.

She moaned as his big cock stretched her. He began fucking her slowly. In and out. In and out. He moved to kiss her mouth and she placed her hands on his ass. In and out. In and out. Loving her with every inch of his cock.

He grunted, moving his hips a little faster. In and out. In and out.

She moaned and squealed. “Oh, Raphael! Oh, yes, Raphael!”

She rocked her hips up to meet his. He groaned and fucked her with fervor. Flesh slapped against flesh.

She moaned loudly, her legs wrapping around him as orgasm overcame her. Her pussy clenched his cock as he continued fucking her. She ground her hips in wet circles.

Raphael fought for control, fought to keep from cumming, though he desperately wanted to. As Simone’s orgasm subsided, she placed her hands on his hips.

“I never finished that blowjob you were enjoying,” she murmured.

He gave one more thrust and kissed her deeply. Then he dismounted her.

She sat up even as he rose to his knees. She took his throbbing cock in her fingers and kissed it, tasting her muskiness on it. He groaned as she licked her juices from his shaft. He was close. So close!

She wrapped her lips around it and began bobbing her head, sucking. He thrust forward, threatening to choke her with his meat. She placed her hands on his hips, trying to limit his movement. With a grunt he grabbed a handful of her hair and thrust again viciously, making her gag as he fucked her mouth.

It wasn’t long before he cried out. His hot seed spurt down her throat. Simone swallowed until she thought he was done. As he cock pulled free of her lips, two more spurts splattered over her face. Simone giggled.

This was going to be a good year.

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Christmas Tail

by Brenda McIntyre

Kate was bored with the office party. It was the same old crowd doing the same old drunk shit they wouldn’t remember in the morning. The boss, Mr. Perkins, older, grayer and fatter than he would like to admit, had decided to host the party in his own home this year. Now he was dancing with a wreath on his head and spilling eggnog on anyone in a skirt. Nancy was laughing much too loudly at Bob’s lame jokes (the same ones he told last year). Angie was palely leaning against a wall, looking as if she might puke.

Better to leave now, Kate thought. Maybe I can catch a Christmas movie on TV before turning in.

She headed to the bedroom where Mrs. Perkins had tossed everybody’s coats. Kate did not look forward to digging through the pile to find hers. She stopped in the doorway, and for one brief moment, it felt as if her heart stopped, too. Sitting there was the most gorgeous young man she had ever laid eyes on. He couldn’t be more than twenty-four. He was sitting on the corner of the bed, not looking at anything in particular.

Kate gathered her composure. He was just a man, after all. Hardly more than a boy compared to her.

She stepped into the room. “Excuse me,” she said softly.

The boy looked up. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were there.”

He wasn’t dressed for the party. He was wearing faded jeans and a white T-shirt that seemed a size too small. Not that Kate minded – he looked well-muscled under that tee!

He stood, extending his hand. “I’m Erik,” he said. “Erik Perkins.”

She took his hand. It was warm and masculine. “Katherine Phelps,” she said, “but my friends call me Kate.”

“Well, I certainly hope we can be friends,” he said smiling.

Her heart skipped a beat. His dimples were adorable!

Stop it, she told herself. You’re lusting after a kid.

But he’s not a kid, her mind argued. He’s fully grown, a legal adult. He’s probably even housebroken.

“Or not,” Erik said, his face falling.

“Oh, sorry,” Kate said, realizing she had been staring and not speaking. “Of course I want to be friends. Maybe more.” She bit her lip. She hadn’t meant to say that last part out loud.

“Really?” he asked, stepping closer to her. “Is dad’s party that boring?”

She swallowed hard. He was the boss’ son! His eyes were the deep blue of the ocean.

“I...I wouldn’t say boring,” she stammered.

“Why not?” he laughed. “All of dad’s parties are boring. He’s probably dancing and spilling punch on all the women.”

“Eggnog,” Kate said.

Erik stepped even closer. Kate suddenly wanted his big, strong arms around her.

“The next bedroom doesn’t have coats all over the bed.” he said. “Y’know, if you want to...sit and talk.”

She had a vision of all the things she would like to do with Erik. Things besides sitting and talking. She nodded. He took her hand in hers and led her to the next bedroom.

Christmas lights framing the window lent a soft glow to the room as they shone behind the burgundy curtain. The two sat on the edge of the bed. She couldn’t help but stare at this amazing specimen of manhood. Even if he was younger than she.

Then they were kissing, and Kate was dimly aware that she had initiated it. She pulled his face closer and let her tongue dance with his. She had gone this far, she figured, so she might as well go all the way. She tugged at his tee. He raised his arms over his head, letting her take it off. She ran her fingertips over his chest. She kissed those pects tenderly. She could feel his fingers curling under her top, getting ready to remove it.

She kissed lower on his belly, running her tongue over his washboard abs. His body thrilled her. She caressed his skin with her fingertips.

He peeled her top up, and she helped him get it off of her. She wanted to go back to kissing and caressing his body, but he was gently squeezing her breasts through her bra. He reached around and unhooked it, letting her breasts spring free.

For a moment he simply sat there admiring her full breasts. Kate felt a little awkward being looked at. But it was flattering to think he found her attractive. She wondered if that was how a model might feel.

He reached for her, caressing her breasts and giving them a squeeze. He ran his thumbs over her nipples and they stood erect. She gasped and closed her eyes, savoring the sensation.

His mouth was on her, pressed to her nipple. She moaned deep in her soul. He sucked it, teasing it into his mouth. He nipped it with his teeth and she let out a squeal of surprise.

He sat back, and she immediately leaned forward and kissed him hungrily. She kissed his jaw line, his neck, his shoulder. Soon she was kissing his pects again. She felt his hands on her boobs, caressing her.

She ran her tongue down his incredible abs to his waistband. He moaned. She looked up at him as she caressed the bulge in his jeans. She popped open the snap, and slowly unzipped them.

“Kate,” he groaned, “you don’t have to....”

“But I want to give you a Christmas present,” she purred.

“Ooo! Looks like this is the right room after all,” a sultry voice said from the doorway.

Kate turned to look, simultaneously trying to cover her naked breasts. There in the doorway stood a knockout of a woman. She wore a sequined red dress that clung to her figure. Her breasts were large, like Kate’s, and barely contained by the low-cut dress. Her legs were long and lean. Her hair was raven-black, and her eyes sparkled in the dim light. Kate didn’t remember her from the office.

“Who are you?” Kate asked, almost before she realized she was asking.

“Nicolette,” the woman replied, strutting into the room. “Nikki to my friends.”

“Well, I certainly hope we can be friends,” Erik said from the bed.

“More than that, if you like,” Nikki said. She turned and shut the door, locking it. “It’s Christmastime, and I’m feeling generous.” She walked over to a stuffed chair and sat, crossing her long legs. “But don’t let me interrupt,” she continued. “I’m happy to watch for now.”

Kate wasn’t exactly comfortable having this stranger watch them. She looked up at Erik. He stroked her hair and murmured, “You don’t have to.”

That helped her make up her mind. She had an opportunity to have sex with this amazing young man, and if she didn’t take advantage of it, she might never have another one. She reached into his jeans and found his cock.

Before she even saw it, she could tell he was huge. It was monstrously thick, and she couldn’t quite wrap her fingers around it. She pulled it out and gasped.

“Baby...you’re so hard!” she cooed.

“Can’t help it,” he said. “Not with what you’re doing to me.”

She stroked him gently. A drop of precum oozed from the tip and she ran her thumb over it, making him moan. She leaned close and ran her cheek over his member. He moaned louder. She looked up into his eyes as she gave his shaft a tender kiss.

Nikki watched intently. Absently, she began to caress her breast through her dress.

Kate was running her tongue up and down Erik’s shaft, cooing and purring. Erik was moaning, and to Nikki it looked as if he was already trying not to blow his load. Slowly, Nikki unzipped her dress.

Kate ran the head of Erik’s cock along her closed lips. He groaned and thrust his hips, trying to force his cock into her mouth, but she wouldn’t let him.

Nikki wriggled out of her dress. Soon she was wearing only a pair of black lace panties as she sat and watched the show.

Kate wrapped her lips around the head of Erik’s cock. He groaned and thrust forward, making her gag. She pulled it out of her mouth and gasped. “You’ll choke me,” she said, looking up at him.

“Fuck her,” Nikki whispered from the easy chair. She had her hand in her panties, fingering herself.

Erik took charge. He turned Kate around and pushed her onto all fours, yanking up her skirt and pulling her panties aside. Kate moaned as he shoved his cock deep into her pussy. Nikki watched as he took Kate’s hips in his hands and drove into her over and over again. There was a steady slapping sound as he fucked her.

Kate moaned. She closed her eyes. A moment later she opened them to see Nikki standing, slowly peeling off her panties. She stepped over to Kate.

Kate had never been with a woman before, but Nikki was moving closer, pressing her shaved quim ever closer to Kate. She reached out, took Kate’s chin, and gently lifted her face. Kate moaned as Erik drove his cock into her with more vigor. Nikki pressed her wetness to Kate’s mouth.

“Yes,” Nikki cooed. “Taste me. Taste my wet sex as he fucks you!”

Erik grunted and drove into her like a pile driver. Kate stretched out her tongue and lapped Nikki’s pussy. She tasted musky and heady. It was not at all unpleasant.

Erik grunted. He gave three hard thrusts, then pulled out of Kate. She was aware of him moving away, of him kissing Nikki as the latter pressed her cunt to Kate’s mouth. Soon the head of his cock was there between them. She was licking Nikki’s pussy and Erick’s cock! Precum oozed from the tip, and she licked it up greedily.

Erik slid his cock into Nikki’s pussy. He gave a few quick thrusts, then pulled out and pushed the head of his cock into Kate’s mouth. He was careful not to feed her more than she could handle. She tasted Nikki’s sex on him.

Then he pulled out of her mouth. He let the two of them rub against his massive member some more, Kate with her tongue and Nikki with her pussy. Then he pushed back into Nikki’s quim.

Nikki moaned as he entered her. She bent her knees slightly and moved her hips, riding him up and down. Kate tongued his shaft where he entered her, tasting more of Nikki’s wetness.

Nikki wrapped her arms around him.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes! Fuck me, baby. Fuck me hard!”

Erik grunted and drove into her. As he began slamming over and over into her, Kate moved back to watch.

“Oh, yes. Yes!” Nikki cried, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

For a moment Kate wondered if the party guests could hear Nikki’s cries. Then she decided most of them were too drunk to notice. She removed her skirt and tugged off her panties.

Nikki squealed. A moment later she shuddered from head to toe as she came. Erik did not slow down, but kept plowing into her.

“Oh, don’t cum!” Nikki gasped. “Don’t cum, baby! You’ve gotta fuck Kate again!”

Erik grunted and gave Nikki one last thrust. He pulled out of her and turned to face Kate.

“Please,” Kate begged with a whisper as she lay back on the bed.

Erik knelt on the firm mattress. He took Kate’s hips in his hands and pulled her to him. He rubbed the head of his prick over her clit before pushing inside.

Kate groaned with delight. She wrapped her arms and legs around him. As he began thrusting into her, she pushed back against him. She moaned and purred.

Erik grunted with each thrust. He fucked her hard. Nikki moved close and brought her breast to his mouth. He nipped and sucked it hungrily as he fucked Kate. In and out. In and out. Until Kate was moaning and cumming on his massive cock.

“Uuuhhnhh!” Erik groaned as Kate’s pussy clenched his cock. “I’m gonna cum!”

“Give it to both of us,” Nikki pleaded.

Erik pulled out, but he was already spurting. White hot cum splattered on Kate’s firm belly. She moaned and squirmed at the sticky mess. Nikki leaned forward and caught his cum with her tongue. Most of it. Some of it splashed onto her face and hair.

“Oohh, god,” Erik groaned.

Nikki wrapped her lips around him, sucking out the last of his seed.

Kate lay on the bed panting, exhausted but happy. Soon Nikki was licking Eric’s cum from her belly.

“Merry Christmas,” Nikki purred. She kissed Kate tenderly, then added, “to both of you.”

She slipped on her panties and stepped into her sequined dress.

“Hey,” Kate called as Nikki zipped up the dress. “Do I know you? Do you work at the office?”

Nikki flashed a dimpled smile.

“Just think of me as Saint Nikki,” she purred.

Then she unlocked the bedroom door and stepped into the hall.

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A Hot Start

If you follow me, you've undoubtedly noticed I haven't published anything in a while. That's because I've been busy working on my novel, Sweet Revenge. Below you'll find the opening scene for the book. I thought a quick, steamy start would be best. Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

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Scarlet wasn’t sure when her parents would be home. But Lorenzo’s kisses were so passionate, she made no effort to resist them. She didn’t protest when he started unbuttoning her blouse. In fact, she began tugging off his shirt.

Soon they were caressing each other’s naked bodies as their tongues danced. Lorenzo traced his palms around the curve of her breasts. She moaned softly into his mouth as her fingers found his prick. He was rock-hard, huge and throbbing. She wrapped her hand around him (as best she could around such a thick cock) and began stroking him.

It was his turn to moan. He thrust his hips, sliding his meat through her fist. Precum oozed from the tip. She kissed his neck, his shoulder. He gasped as she began kissing his chest. She kept stroking him as her tongue flitted over his pects. His precum oozed over her fingers. She kept stroking.

He sighed as she ran her tongue down his belly.

She knelt in front of him, rubbing his cock over her cheek as she looked up at him.

“So big and hard,” she cooed. She stretched her tongue out, licking up the precum oozing down the shaft. He moaned again.

She swirled her tongue in circles, covering every inch of his cock. He groaned and thrust it at her.

“You want me to suck you, don’t you?” she teased.

He didn’t answer, but thrust his prick toward her mouth again.

She cooed and wrapped her lips around the swollen head. She bobbed her head, sucking. He began to thrust, and his massive meat made her gag.

She pulled his member out of her mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm...I need you, baby. I need you now!”

Lorenzo reached out and helped her to her feet. Then he lifted her and gently set her on the couch. He planted his mouth on her large breast, teasing the nipple with his lips. She moaned as he took her nipple into his warm mouth. He suckled her, grazing her nipple with his teeth. She gasped and writhed, her hips moving, seeking his cock but only finding his hip.

He shifted and kissed her belly.

“Oh, baby!” she cooed as he kissed lower. He kissed tenderly, just above her mound, making her whimper. He caressed the spot he had just kissed as he moved his mouth to her inner thigh. She gasped as he kissed and tongued her thigh, moving her hips, trying to get her sex to his lips.

She purred as his mouth made contact with her most intimate place. He kissed her outer labia. He ran the tip of his tongue over them. She squealed as his tongue slipped inside.

“Oh, fuck!” she gasped as she thrust her hips, trying to fuck his tongue like a cock. But he held firmly onto her hips, limiting her movements.

He moved his tongue slowly, exploring her, tasting her. She cooed and whimpered, craving more. He slipped his tongue out of her and ran the flat of it over her clit.

“Ooh, my god,” she moaned.

Her legs wrapped around his head and she moaned softly as she came.

If Lorenzo had any hesitation, it vanished when he tasted her orgasm. He pulled his mouth away from her sex and knelt beside the couch, his cock rock hard and throbbing. He rubbed the head over her clit before kissing her, letting her taste her own arousal on his tongue. Then he slowly pushed inside.

Scarlet moaned as Lorenzo stretched her pussy. He groaned as he kept pushing, ever slowly, until he was balls deep in her. He sighed and thrust slowly, pulling his cock almost completely out of her and then slowly sinking all the way in again.

Scarlet gasped with each thrust. She held on to his hips and pushed back against his thrusting, wanting desperately for him to quicken the pace. Which he did, after what seemed an eternity.

Soon he was grunting, fucking her faster, his flesh slapping against hers. She moaned and fingered her clit, bringing herself to orgasm a second time.

Just as she was yelling, “Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” the door opened and both of her parents walked in.

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