Friday, November 03, 2006
The St. Petersburg hotels are traditionally divided according to their level and quality of services. The most wide-spread are 3-star hotels, and there is a great deal of them in St. Petersburg. The most fascinating thing about them is their price, which is much lower comparing with that of the other groups of hotels in spite of the fact that the hotels conditions are of a good quality, and there are all the necessary appliances. In the rooms one can find everything needed for a great and comfortable rest.
Friday, April 28, 2006
About Sexual Atraction
Why does a man seek the company of a woman? Because of vernalagnia as now when her agnuopiac belgard stimulates his brachycraspedoniac altocalciphilia, when her dishabilloerigesis arouses his bemascopia and ximelolagnia.
(Hahaha! For the word meanings you may consult There's A Word For It! by Charles Elster. In the library or book store for $22 is this invaluable vademecum for choice, apt, uncommonly good, useful words.)
Why else is a man attracted to a woman? Because of her callimazonian colpocoquette mazotropism enticing a man's callicolpian schizoscopia and his geneclexis when perceiving her coxinutant quatopygia. then he could be compelled to cingulomania when she is an active arctophilist, appreciating her callibombe callimammapygian, arcurate, obcordate quatopygia in her chorotripsic cordax.
Albeit she may be timotrudiac and typhlobasiac or even acedolagniac, she sings glorious laryngeal sounds, no catabank busker she, which arouse his melolagnia and cheiloproclitia to their mutually consequential philemalagnia and deep-throated catlaglottism. Her rubiginous tresses also excite his dormant tricoerethism.
What accounts for her response to his attraction to her? Her hemerotism and prenuptiophrenia when lucubrating. And his romantic anthorexia without agonophilia, his respectful abrophrenia, and protracted, paphian fawnicating of her protuberances. His thoughtful lagnodomnia, notwithstanding her haptepronia, his earlier request for pudent, discinctophiliac, lygerastical photographs.
Her response is furthered by her paneunia for recumbofavia, without necessarily being succubovalent, and even for orthostatic subagitation and amomaxia, proactively toward deupareuniac lagnolysis. Her hoyden joy from his philocalist gynotikolobomassophilia. Her pliant, concupiscent pompatus would consummate pruriently in incalescent coitalconatus, labially exuding, exuberate in succubovalent copulescence. His esperance to cherish his poplolly lovingly and his tentigo are reasons he seeks her comitive company in nullimita assignation for her ecdemolagnia.
(Hahaha! For the word meanings you may consult There's A Word For It! by Charles Elster. In the library or book store for $22 is this invaluable vademecum for choice, apt, uncommonly good, useful words.)
Why else is a man attracted to a woman? Because of her callimazonian colpocoquette mazotropism enticing a man's callicolpian schizoscopia and his geneclexis when perceiving her coxinutant quatopygia. then he could be compelled to cingulomania when she is an active arctophilist, appreciating her callibombe callimammapygian, arcurate, obcordate quatopygia in her chorotripsic cordax.
Albeit she may be timotrudiac and typhlobasiac or even acedolagniac, she sings glorious laryngeal sounds, no catabank busker she, which arouse his melolagnia and cheiloproclitia to their mutually consequential philemalagnia and deep-throated catlaglottism. Her rubiginous tresses also excite his dormant tricoerethism.
What accounts for her response to his attraction to her? Her hemerotism and prenuptiophrenia when lucubrating. And his romantic anthorexia without agonophilia, his respectful abrophrenia, and protracted, paphian fawnicating of her protuberances. His thoughtful lagnodomnia, notwithstanding her haptepronia, his earlier request for pudent, discinctophiliac, lygerastical photographs.
Her response is furthered by her paneunia for recumbofavia, without necessarily being succubovalent, and even for orthostatic subagitation and amomaxia, proactively toward deupareuniac lagnolysis. Her hoyden joy from his philocalist gynotikolobomassophilia. Her pliant, concupiscent pompatus would consummate pruriently in incalescent coitalconatus, labially exuding, exuberate in succubovalent copulescence. His esperance to cherish his poplolly lovingly and his tentigo are reasons he seeks her comitive company in nullimita assignation for her ecdemolagnia.
Monday, March 20, 2006
Our Fantasy
My wife and I are in our early thirties. Claire is a beautiful blonde, around five foot two, large breasts and fantastic legs. Our sex sessions involve a lot of fantasy discussion, mainly around the idea of another man joining us and fucking Claire.
Our story starts a couple of months back when Claire surprised me in the bedroom wearing a very flimsy pair of black see through knickers and black high heels. She pushed me onto the bed and started licking my nipples and rubbing my crotch. She soon had my cock free from my boxer shorts and was stroking the shaft whilst our tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs and with a wanton look in her eye said, "Eat me." She looked so hot in her sexy heels and her knickers dragged to one side, exposing her wet pussy lips. Without hesitation I moved my head between her legs and ran my tongue up and down her slit. I love eating her pussy, especially when she is so wet and slippery. Pushing her legs wide apart, I stuck my tongue deep into her cunt. She was moaning and telling me how good it felt. I paused to tell her it would be even better with her sucking on something while I ate her out.
"Ooh yeah, baby, a long hard cock slipping in and out of my mouth," she replied. "You'd like that, wouldn't you" she gasped, "to see your wife sucking another man's cock. Licking and kissing his helmet, stroking his balls dangling over my face, running my tongue the length of his shaft."
I could tell she was really getting into the fantasy by now. Her fingers were rubbing over her clit and my tongue had traveled down to her arsehole, poking in and out of her back passage.
"Ooh Steve, he's playing with my nipples, pulling on them while he fucks my mouth with his pole. What a cock, I have to have it between my legs. I want his cock in my cunt, fucking me hard, while you watch."
I moved up the bed and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Here he goes baby," I said and plunged my cock deep into her fuck tunnel.
"God, I'm a naughty wife, letting this bloke fuck me while you watch. And you're a dirty bastard letting him fuck your wife," she moaned. I thrust hard in and out of her slippery pussy, enjoying the sensation, heightened by the words spilling from her lips.
"I can feel him right inside me, filling my cunt. He's obviously turned on by a blonde wife spreading her legs for him. I think next time I'll wear stockings and suspenders for him. Do you mind darling, can I dress up in a tarty outfit for him? Can I rub my nyloned legs over his back while he shafts me? Oh god, he wants to fuck me on all fours."
I slipped out of her and she turned over onto her hands and knees. The idea of a bloke fucking my wife in this position made me even hornier and I buried my cock back in her pussy.
"Do you like that," I groaned. "Do you want to be fucked from behind by a different cock?"
"Oh god, yes," she moaned, "I want you to watch me getting banged royal by some stud. I want you to watch me pushing back onto his cock, hear me moan and tell him how good it feels. I want to feel his hands all over me, fingering my pussy and arse, pinching my nipples."
I grabbed hold of her hips and thrust in and out with a steady rhythm, the tops of my thighs slapping against her arse cheeks. My cum was ready to explode.
"Oh yeah," I cried, "he's close and he's going to come all over your arse."
I pulled my cock from her pussy and fisted furiously over the sight of her sexy arse.
"You dirty bastard," she cried, "letting him come on your wife." With that I fired streams of spunk onto her arsecheeks. She stayed like that, her arse in the air, legs spread, spunk dripping down.
"Now eat me," she said. Surprised but turned on I lapped at the sticky mess between her cheeks.
"Mmm," she moaned, "you like that, cleaning me up after some stud has fucked me. Perhaps we'll have to arrange it." She looked over her shoulder at me. "Want to give it a go for real," she asked. I murmured my consent, too busy licking to speak.
Our story starts a couple of months back when Claire surprised me in the bedroom wearing a very flimsy pair of black see through knickers and black high heels. She pushed me onto the bed and started licking my nipples and rubbing my crotch. She soon had my cock free from my boxer shorts and was stroking the shaft whilst our tongues slipped in and out of each other's mouths. She rolled onto her back, spread her legs and with a wanton look in her eye said, "Eat me." She looked so hot in her sexy heels and her knickers dragged to one side, exposing her wet pussy lips. Without hesitation I moved my head between her legs and ran my tongue up and down her slit. I love eating her pussy, especially when she is so wet and slippery. Pushing her legs wide apart, I stuck my tongue deep into her cunt. She was moaning and telling me how good it felt. I paused to tell her it would be even better with her sucking on something while I ate her out.
"Ooh yeah, baby, a long hard cock slipping in and out of my mouth," she replied. "You'd like that, wouldn't you" she gasped, "to see your wife sucking another man's cock. Licking and kissing his helmet, stroking his balls dangling over my face, running my tongue the length of his shaft."
I could tell she was really getting into the fantasy by now. Her fingers were rubbing over her clit and my tongue had traveled down to her arsehole, poking in and out of her back passage.
"Ooh Steve, he's playing with my nipples, pulling on them while he fucks my mouth with his pole. What a cock, I have to have it between my legs. I want his cock in my cunt, fucking me hard, while you watch."
I moved up the bed and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy. "Here he goes baby," I said and plunged my cock deep into her fuck tunnel.
"God, I'm a naughty wife, letting this bloke fuck me while you watch. And you're a dirty bastard letting him fuck your wife," she moaned. I thrust hard in and out of her slippery pussy, enjoying the sensation, heightened by the words spilling from her lips.
"I can feel him right inside me, filling my cunt. He's obviously turned on by a blonde wife spreading her legs for him. I think next time I'll wear stockings and suspenders for him. Do you mind darling, can I dress up in a tarty outfit for him? Can I rub my nyloned legs over his back while he shafts me? Oh god, he wants to fuck me on all fours."
I slipped out of her and she turned over onto her hands and knees. The idea of a bloke fucking my wife in this position made me even hornier and I buried my cock back in her pussy.
"Do you like that," I groaned. "Do you want to be fucked from behind by a different cock?"
"Oh god, yes," she moaned, "I want you to watch me getting banged royal by some stud. I want you to watch me pushing back onto his cock, hear me moan and tell him how good it feels. I want to feel his hands all over me, fingering my pussy and arse, pinching my nipples."
I grabbed hold of her hips and thrust in and out with a steady rhythm, the tops of my thighs slapping against her arse cheeks. My cum was ready to explode.
"Oh yeah," I cried, "he's close and he's going to come all over your arse."
I pulled my cock from her pussy and fisted furiously over the sight of her sexy arse.
"You dirty bastard," she cried, "letting him come on your wife." With that I fired streams of spunk onto her arsecheeks. She stayed like that, her arse in the air, legs spread, spunk dripping down.
"Now eat me," she said. Surprised but turned on I lapped at the sticky mess between her cheeks.
"Mmm," she moaned, "you like that, cleaning me up after some stud has fucked me. Perhaps we'll have to arrange it." She looked over her shoulder at me. "Want to give it a go for real," she asked. I murmured my consent, too busy licking to speak.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Lunch
Lunch
He felt the heat of her body and the softness of her breasts as she gently pressed against him. They were in the bird section of the natural history museum, where they had gone at her suggestion in their lunch break. He again felt the pressure of her body, this time he was sure he could feel the hardness of her nipple against his bare arm. He couldn't believe this contact was accidental. It had been her idea to have lunch together, and he had agreed, but with no thought of sex.
But here they were, she rubbing her breasts suggestively, but so, so gently against him, and he confused, aroused and unsure how to respond. She was his new colleague, and he was in a relationship. He tried to talk about the exhibits, but she displayed no interest in what was around them. Rather, she smiled and stayed close. The museum, in an out of the way section of the university, was deserted apart from themselves and the curator at the other end of the gallery. Along with the hardness of her nipple pressing against his arm, he could feel his own hardness starting to push against his shorts.
They moved further along the aisle into a darker section. As they walked her hand brushed against his. But still there was no explicit acknowledgement of the charged atmosphere between them. She smiling and talking about herself and her job, he wondering how the situation would develop and if she was just flirting outrageously or really wanted sex.
At the insect cabinet she stopped and pointed to a large colourful butterfly on the bottom shelf. He bent to see it more clearly, and felt her hands caress his arse. He stayed still, rigid everywhere. Her hands moved slowly around to the front of his shorts, feeling for his erection. He was unnerved, but had never felt so aroused. He could feel her breath on his neck as she bent forwards and rested herself on his back, pushing herself close, he could feel the pressure of her breasts through his thin shirt. She found the zip of his shorts with one hand, while her other hand gently rubbed him through the material of his shorts.
He didn't know what to do. He wanted to turn round and take control, but the feeling of her hand on his penis, and her body pressed against his, was so erotic that he was unable to move. She opened his zip and drew his stiff prick out of his pants. He tried to reach behind to touch her, but she pushed his hands away, so he reached forwards instead and steadied himself against the cabinet. She began to move her body against his as she rubbed him faster and harder. One hand on his prick, the other caressing his balls. She wanked him expertly, the rhythm, the pressure, every part of him tingled and tensed as he approached closer and closer to climax.
But she squeezed the base of his prick. blocking his cum. He'd never felt an orgasm building from so deep inside him before. The sensation was almost painful as his pick throbbed, his insides contracted, his arms threatened to let him fall forward, and moans escaped his throat. He could feel the whole journey of his spunk as it finally burst out of his balls, up his stiff prick, and out past her wanking hand. She moved the hand from his balls to in front of his squirting cock, catching as much as she could while continuing to rub him hard with her other hand. He moaned louder, his legs trembled, his muscles spasmed, he nearly collapsed to the floor
He couldn't take any more rubbing. He was too sensitive and spent. He asked her please to stop. Please, no more. She stopped moving her hand up and down, and instead used his prick to pull him round to face her. She looked him straight in the eyes and brought her cum filled hand to her mouth and licked. He could see her tongue covered in his cum as she lapped it from her cupped hand.
He'd never had an experience like this. First the most explosive orgasm, from which he was still trembling. And now she was eating his seed, her eyes fixed on his. She lowered herself to her knees, rubbed her cum stained hand on his prick, then began to lick and suck it clean. All the time never breaking eye contact. finally, she removed her mouth and hands from him, smiled, and simply said, "now, how about some lunch."
He felt the heat of her body and the softness of her breasts as she gently pressed against him. They were in the bird section of the natural history museum, where they had gone at her suggestion in their lunch break. He again felt the pressure of her body, this time he was sure he could feel the hardness of her nipple against his bare arm. He couldn't believe this contact was accidental. It had been her idea to have lunch together, and he had agreed, but with no thought of sex.
But here they were, she rubbing her breasts suggestively, but so, so gently against him, and he confused, aroused and unsure how to respond. She was his new colleague, and he was in a relationship. He tried to talk about the exhibits, but she displayed no interest in what was around them. Rather, she smiled and stayed close. The museum, in an out of the way section of the university, was deserted apart from themselves and the curator at the other end of the gallery. Along with the hardness of her nipple pressing against his arm, he could feel his own hardness starting to push against his shorts.
They moved further along the aisle into a darker section. As they walked her hand brushed against his. But still there was no explicit acknowledgement of the charged atmosphere between them. She smiling and talking about herself and her job, he wondering how the situation would develop and if she was just flirting outrageously or really wanted sex.
At the insect cabinet she stopped and pointed to a large colourful butterfly on the bottom shelf. He bent to see it more clearly, and felt her hands caress his arse. He stayed still, rigid everywhere. Her hands moved slowly around to the front of his shorts, feeling for his erection. He was unnerved, but had never felt so aroused. He could feel her breath on his neck as she bent forwards and rested herself on his back, pushing herself close, he could feel the pressure of her breasts through his thin shirt. She found the zip of his shorts with one hand, while her other hand gently rubbed him through the material of his shorts.
He didn't know what to do. He wanted to turn round and take control, but the feeling of her hand on his penis, and her body pressed against his, was so erotic that he was unable to move. She opened his zip and drew his stiff prick out of his pants. He tried to reach behind to touch her, but she pushed his hands away, so he reached forwards instead and steadied himself against the cabinet. She began to move her body against his as she rubbed him faster and harder. One hand on his prick, the other caressing his balls. She wanked him expertly, the rhythm, the pressure, every part of him tingled and tensed as he approached closer and closer to climax.
But she squeezed the base of his prick. blocking his cum. He'd never felt an orgasm building from so deep inside him before. The sensation was almost painful as his pick throbbed, his insides contracted, his arms threatened to let him fall forward, and moans escaped his throat. He could feel the whole journey of his spunk as it finally burst out of his balls, up his stiff prick, and out past her wanking hand. She moved the hand from his balls to in front of his squirting cock, catching as much as she could while continuing to rub him hard with her other hand. He moaned louder, his legs trembled, his muscles spasmed, he nearly collapsed to the floor
He couldn't take any more rubbing. He was too sensitive and spent. He asked her please to stop. Please, no more. She stopped moving her hand up and down, and instead used his prick to pull him round to face her. She looked him straight in the eyes and brought her cum filled hand to her mouth and licked. He could see her tongue covered in his cum as she lapped it from her cupped hand.
He'd never had an experience like this. First the most explosive orgasm, from which he was still trembling. And now she was eating his seed, her eyes fixed on his. She lowered herself to her knees, rubbed her cum stained hand on his prick, then began to lick and suck it clean. All the time never breaking eye contact. finally, she removed her mouth and hands from him, smiled, and simply said, "now, how about some lunch."
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
0009
Making Love To A Woman
I don't know how we found each other but we did. You look beautiful. Your long hair cascading over your shoulders and brushing lightly against your wonderful breasts. Your breathing caused them to rise slightly. I cant help but step back and take you all in. My eyes follow the lines of your body, the curves of your hips, the muscle tone of your legs your painted toenails. Your red pubic hair trimmed just right in a perfect triangle. I could stare at you all night, your beauty entrances me, but it isn't fair to leave you there waiting.
I walk to you, kissing you softly on the lips. I turn you around slowly and gently getting a great look at your perfect back leading to your rear end jutting out just the right amount. I kiss your neck and shoulders while caressing your lower back. Moving lower my kisses trail down your spine, now caressing your rear end. I feel your body shudder and I become even more turned on. I begin to kiss first your left then your right cheek, rubbing your legs the whole time. Moving down I kiss the outside and back of your thighs and then your calves.
I slowly turn you and gently lower you to the bed. I pull your left foot to my mouth and kiss every inch of it and then the right. I kiss my way slowly up your inner thighs, but as I get to your womanhood I just lightly graze my lips across your pubic hair. I work my way up and kiss your entire tummy. I kiss my way to your cleavage straight to your neck. Lavishing kisses on your neck then your face and lightly kissing each eyelid. I then kiss you tenderly wile lightly caressing each breast. I love the sigh that escapes you between kisses.
I move my mouth to your breasts. Kissing and sucking lightly in a spiral to your nipple. I take it in my mouth licking, kissing and sucking. I feel your breathing increase. I move to your other breast repeating the same spiral pattern. You taste amazing. I move back and forth between your two breasts and then press them together and suck both nipples in my mouth at the same time. I could make love to your breasts all night, but I must taste you further.
I trail kisses down to your inner thighs slowly parting them. I lightly trail my tongue from your clitoris down to your opening. I taste the first drops of moisture, you taste so good and I can't help but put my tongue inside you to taste all I can. With my upper lip I caress you clitoris causing you to push against me. I remove my tongue and slowly pull your clitoris into my mouth. I feel you grind against my chin. I want to make you happy, but every time I sense you are about to have your first orgasm I pull away from your clitoris. Plunging my tongue back into you. Lapping up every drop of moisture, then moving back to your clitoris, going back and forth till you beg me to let you release the pressure that has built up. I suck your clitoris while flicking it with my tongue. I feel you start to orgasm, so I put my tongue back in you while massaging your clitoris with my lips, feeling you orgasm on my tongue has me so turned on. When I am sure I have tasted all of your orgasm. I slowly move on top of you and while kissing you deeply I slowly enter you. I feel you wrap around me, you feel so good I have to be careful not to explode right now. I slowly pull almost all the way out and then slowly re-enter you.
I feel another orgasm building up in you, you tighten up around me, your breathing quickens so I speed up the pace. I feel you orgasm on me it is a magnificent feeling. I increase the pace but I am not ready to end this yet so as soon as your orgasm has subsided, I roll you over on you knees kissing your neck. You lower yourself onto your arms and I enter you from behind...Once again a slow pace to build you up to another orgasm. As soon as your orgasm starts, I lower you be flat on your stomach. As your orgasm continues I pick up the pace until I can take it no longer and I orgasm. It is the best I have ever had.
I lower myself on top of you and kiss your back and neck while caressing your arms and hands. You roll over and we cuddle spoon style until we both fall asleep, until I wake up ready for more, You wake up with my tongue on your clitoris...
I don't know how we found each other but we did. You look beautiful. Your long hair cascading over your shoulders and brushing lightly against your wonderful breasts. Your breathing caused them to rise slightly. I cant help but step back and take you all in. My eyes follow the lines of your body, the curves of your hips, the muscle tone of your legs your painted toenails. Your red pubic hair trimmed just right in a perfect triangle. I could stare at you all night, your beauty entrances me, but it isn't fair to leave you there waiting.
I walk to you, kissing you softly on the lips. I turn you around slowly and gently getting a great look at your perfect back leading to your rear end jutting out just the right amount. I kiss your neck and shoulders while caressing your lower back. Moving lower my kisses trail down your spine, now caressing your rear end. I feel your body shudder and I become even more turned on. I begin to kiss first your left then your right cheek, rubbing your legs the whole time. Moving down I kiss the outside and back of your thighs and then your calves.
I slowly turn you and gently lower you to the bed. I pull your left foot to my mouth and kiss every inch of it and then the right. I kiss my way slowly up your inner thighs, but as I get to your womanhood I just lightly graze my lips across your pubic hair. I work my way up and kiss your entire tummy. I kiss my way to your cleavage straight to your neck. Lavishing kisses on your neck then your face and lightly kissing each eyelid. I then kiss you tenderly wile lightly caressing each breast. I love the sigh that escapes you between kisses.
I move my mouth to your breasts. Kissing and sucking lightly in a spiral to your nipple. I take it in my mouth licking, kissing and sucking. I feel your breathing increase. I move to your other breast repeating the same spiral pattern. You taste amazing. I move back and forth between your two breasts and then press them together and suck both nipples in my mouth at the same time. I could make love to your breasts all night, but I must taste you further.
I trail kisses down to your inner thighs slowly parting them. I lightly trail my tongue from your clitoris down to your opening. I taste the first drops of moisture, you taste so good and I can't help but put my tongue inside you to taste all I can. With my upper lip I caress you clitoris causing you to push against me. I remove my tongue and slowly pull your clitoris into my mouth. I feel you grind against my chin. I want to make you happy, but every time I sense you are about to have your first orgasm I pull away from your clitoris. Plunging my tongue back into you. Lapping up every drop of moisture, then moving back to your clitoris, going back and forth till you beg me to let you release the pressure that has built up. I suck your clitoris while flicking it with my tongue. I feel you start to orgasm, so I put my tongue back in you while massaging your clitoris with my lips, feeling you orgasm on my tongue has me so turned on. When I am sure I have tasted all of your orgasm. I slowly move on top of you and while kissing you deeply I slowly enter you. I feel you wrap around me, you feel so good I have to be careful not to explode right now. I slowly pull almost all the way out and then slowly re-enter you.
I feel another orgasm building up in you, you tighten up around me, your breathing quickens so I speed up the pace. I feel you orgasm on me it is a magnificent feeling. I increase the pace but I am not ready to end this yet so as soon as your orgasm has subsided, I roll you over on you knees kissing your neck. You lower yourself onto your arms and I enter you from behind...Once again a slow pace to build you up to another orgasm. As soon as your orgasm starts, I lower you be flat on your stomach. As your orgasm continues I pick up the pace until I can take it no longer and I orgasm. It is the best I have ever had.
I lower myself on top of you and kiss your back and neck while caressing your arms and hands. You roll over and we cuddle spoon style until we both fall asleep, until I wake up ready for more, You wake up with my tongue on your clitoris...
Sunday, October 09, 2005
wewill
I Can't Wait Until He Gets Home!
I can't wait till he gets home! I think to myself, as I leave work, speeding to ensure that I made it home before him. It was our 1-year anniversary and I had a huge surprise for him. I had a home cooked dinner, a couple bottles of our favorite beer and a sexy outfit picked out.
Dinner was simple and elegant and easy to prepare, taking only a ½ hour of my time, which was good since I only had 45 mins till he got home after me. I set the beer by the door, so it would be the 1st thing that he saw when he walked in. A few feet from the beer was a single long stemmed rose, and there was a trail of them that went up the stairs and into our bedroom.
Candles lined the headboard and the window seal and rose petals covered our bed. Dinner was sitting on a tray beside the bed and I was in the bathroom, speed undressing and dressing. I had a simple red lacy outfit, matching thong and tank top, it was super sexy and I knew he would like it. I had just finished strapping on my matching heels when I heard him pull into the driveway. I put a little eye shadow on and crammed my make up bag into the cabinet, and make a wild dash to the bed, as I hear him take a step onto the stairs. I quickly tousled my hair and pull the pillow under my chest and then rest my face on my hands, facing the door.
I had only been in that position for about a second when he opened the bedroom door, looking a bit puzzled, but with a huge grin on his face and looking sexy as always. I pat the bed beside me, wanting him to sit down. He sits down beside me, leaning down to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I sit up, as he pulls me close to him, holding me and kissing me, letting me know the silent way that I am his everything. Breaking the kiss, he asks, “So, what is all this Amy?”
“Well Randy, its all for you, for our anniversary. So happy anniversary sweetheart, I love you.”
“I love you too Amy, you are a wonderful wife.”
“Would you like some dinner, I fixed you some, it’s beside the bed” I ask him, motioning to where the tray set.
“Dinner sounds good, but there is something I want even more then that.”
“Oh really….” I ask him coyly. “What would that be?”
“You, of course. You look really good tonight.” Randy tells me, as he drawls me to him again, holding me close to him, kissing me and fondling my ass. A soft moan escapes my lips as he kisses me, making me feel wonderful. I left my hands wonder down his body, to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down, along with his boxers. I pull him against me, feeling his cock grow hard against my leg.
“I want you soo bad Randy, I need you inside me.” I whimper in his ear, sucking on it. “Please, baby, please.”
“Now how can I refuse a request like that?” Randy tells he, as he slides my thong off, tugging at my clit, making me moan loudly and grind against his hand. He rolls over on his back, pulling me on top of him, still rubbing my clit. Lifting up on my ass cheeks, he positions me over his cock, slowly sliding me down on his long hard cock. A long loud squeal escapes my lips as he rams the last couple of inches into me. I place my hands on the bed, supporting myself as he starts to fuck me, hard, slamming his cock in and out of me, making me scream with pleasure.
“Oh God Randy, fuck me harder, oh please” I beg him, as he rubs my clit and slams me.
“Amy, you are such a slut, how can I not fuck you harder?” He tells me, ramming me even harder then before.
Between my moans and gasps of pleasure, I tell him “ Yes, that’s right, I am a slut and I am your slut.” My moans and groans grow louder, as I get closer and closer to climax. As he slams into my again, the head of his cock slides against my g-spot, driving me over the edge. I cum hard. I send my juices all over his cock and legs as he continues to fuck me. I feel his body tighten beneath mine and he lets out a loud moan and buries his hard cock inside me, cumming. I let his stay inside as his cock starts to soften and slip out of me. I lay beside him on the bed, laying my head on his chest and cuddling with him. He kisses me on top of the head, as he strokes my back.
“I love you so much Amy.”
“And I love you too Randy.”
I can't wait till he gets home! I think to myself, as I leave work, speeding to ensure that I made it home before him. It was our 1-year anniversary and I had a huge surprise for him. I had a home cooked dinner, a couple bottles of our favorite beer and a sexy outfit picked out.
Dinner was simple and elegant and easy to prepare, taking only a ½ hour of my time, which was good since I only had 45 mins till he got home after me. I set the beer by the door, so it would be the 1st thing that he saw when he walked in. A few feet from the beer was a single long stemmed rose, and there was a trail of them that went up the stairs and into our bedroom.
Candles lined the headboard and the window seal and rose petals covered our bed. Dinner was sitting on a tray beside the bed and I was in the bathroom, speed undressing and dressing. I had a simple red lacy outfit, matching thong and tank top, it was super sexy and I knew he would like it. I had just finished strapping on my matching heels when I heard him pull into the driveway. I put a little eye shadow on and crammed my make up bag into the cabinet, and make a wild dash to the bed, as I hear him take a step onto the stairs. I quickly tousled my hair and pull the pillow under my chest and then rest my face on my hands, facing the door.
I had only been in that position for about a second when he opened the bedroom door, looking a bit puzzled, but with a huge grin on his face and looking sexy as always. I pat the bed beside me, wanting him to sit down. He sits down beside me, leaning down to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I sit up, as he pulls me close to him, holding me and kissing me, letting me know the silent way that I am his everything. Breaking the kiss, he asks, “So, what is all this Amy?”
“Well Randy, its all for you, for our anniversary. So happy anniversary sweetheart, I love you.”
“I love you too Amy, you are a wonderful wife.”
“Would you like some dinner, I fixed you some, it’s beside the bed” I ask him, motioning to where the tray set.
“Dinner sounds good, but there is something I want even more then that.”
“Oh really….” I ask him coyly. “What would that be?”
“You, of course. You look really good tonight.” Randy tells me, as he drawls me to him again, holding me close to him, kissing me and fondling my ass. A soft moan escapes my lips as he kisses me, making me feel wonderful. I left my hands wonder down his body, to his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down, along with his boxers. I pull him against me, feeling his cock grow hard against my leg.
“I want you soo bad Randy, I need you inside me.” I whimper in his ear, sucking on it. “Please, baby, please.”
“Now how can I refuse a request like that?” Randy tells he, as he slides my thong off, tugging at my clit, making me moan loudly and grind against his hand. He rolls over on his back, pulling me on top of him, still rubbing my clit. Lifting up on my ass cheeks, he positions me over his cock, slowly sliding me down on his long hard cock. A long loud squeal escapes my lips as he rams the last couple of inches into me. I place my hands on the bed, supporting myself as he starts to fuck me, hard, slamming his cock in and out of me, making me scream with pleasure.
“Oh God Randy, fuck me harder, oh please” I beg him, as he rubs my clit and slams me.
“Amy, you are such a slut, how can I not fuck you harder?” He tells me, ramming me even harder then before.
Between my moans and gasps of pleasure, I tell him “ Yes, that’s right, I am a slut and I am your slut.” My moans and groans grow louder, as I get closer and closer to climax. As he slams into my again, the head of his cock slides against my g-spot, driving me over the edge. I cum hard. I send my juices all over his cock and legs as he continues to fuck me. I feel his body tighten beneath mine and he lets out a loud moan and buries his hard cock inside me, cumming. I let his stay inside as his cock starts to soften and slip out of me. I lay beside him on the bed, laying my head on his chest and cuddling with him. He kisses me on top of the head, as he strokes my back.
“I love you so much Amy.”
“And I love you too Randy.”
