9 Erotic Tips to Rock Your World — and His

Before You're Anywhere Near the Bedroom

"In a good sexual relationship, you touch each other all the time — not just in bed. When you talk to your lover, put your hand on his or rub his back for a few minutes. When you're driving, rest your hand on his thigh. When couples touch each other, it's a way of expressing warmth and keeping that 'united' feeling alive. All touching doesn't need to lead to sex, but it is a part of being physically intimate."
—Brenda Venus, author of Secrets of Seduction for Women (Dutton, 1997)

"As a rule, women take longer to get sexually aroused, so start by yourself before you get into bed. Spend 30 minutes taking a bath with candles and fondling yourself."
—Debora Peterson, coauthor with Thom E. King of The Good Girls' Guide to Great Sex (Harmony, 1997)

"Most men like it when a woman takes the initiative. Why not send him an erotic e-mail? In very specific detail, tell him how much you desire him and what you'll do to him the minute he comes home. If you're sending the message to his work computer, make sure no one else can open his e-mail!"
—Judy Kuriansky, PhD, author of The Complete Idiot's Guide to a Healthy Relationship (Alpha, 1997) and radio host of the nationally syndicated show Love Phones

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Setting a Sexy Stage

"Most men are visually oriented. You might consider leaving some lights on and asking him to watch while you're performing oral sex or having intercourse or even when you're getting ready to go to bed with him. If you feel self-conscious about your body, do this semiclothed — wear one of his shirts completely unbuttoned; men love it when women borrow their clothes."
—Lou Paget, creator of the Sexuality Seminars, a Beverly Hills-based company that offers educational seminars on how to make love

Oral Supersex Lessons

"If you want to get your guy off orally, first spend some time stimulating his body from the navel to the knees with your hair. It feels great! Then, focus your warm breath and kisses on the head of his penis and the part that's just beneath. For most men, the sensation is the same as if you had the entire penis in your mouth. Also, make hand play an active part of oral sex — lightly caress his testicles and stroke the shaft of his penis. This helps increase the intensity of whatever you're doing with your mouth."
—Paul Joannides, author of The Guide to Getting It On (Goofy Foot Press, 1997)

"Freeze some grapes in a Ziploc bag. Once they're ice-cold, put them in your mouth. Then begin oral sex. The temperature and sensation produced by the grapes while you're giving him oral sex is incredible. You might want to try spraying your mouth with Binaca or using mint-flavored toothpaste right before going down on him. This will give his penis a nice warm feeling."
—Cricket Richmond, author of Secrets of Sizzling Sex (Hourglass Publishing, 1994)

"If you don't like the taste of semen at all or want to protect yourself against disease, ask your man to wear a Sheik Elite mint-flavored condom. It has an amazing taste."
—Suzi Landolphi, author of The Best Love, The Best Sex (Putnam, 1996) and cofounder of the first all-condom store, Condomania, in New York City

Getting Your Oral Sextasy

"If your partner hasn't pleasured you orally and you'd like him to, have a talk about it. Just say, 'I'd really like it if you'd go down on me, but I haven't seen that happen yet. Could you tell me what's going on?'"
—Bernie Zilbergeld, PhD, Oakland-based sex therapist and author of The New Male Sexuality (Bantam, 1993)

"You must believe that men find vaginal secretions to be aphrodisiacal. So stop worrying about vaginal odors and get used to the fact that men get turned on when they have oral sex with a woman."
—Sue Johanson, Toronto-based sex educator and counselor and host of The Sunday Night Sex Show on WTN

"If you are comfortable, hold your labia open so your man has better access while giving you oral sex. Spreading the labia heightens the sensation, and if he's down there using his hands to hold everything open, they can become cramped and stiff pretty quickly — this way his hands are free to pleasure you in other places."
—Lou Paget

Going Hand-to-Hand

"When you're giving a hand job, try a technique I call Ode to Brian. It may sound complicated at first, but when you get into the rhythm of it, your movements will just flow. Do the following steps, alternating hands: Make a U-shape with your fingers and thumb at the bottom of his shaft and your palm facing away from you. Stroke up, and when you reach the head, twist over the top with as much of your palm in contact with the head of the penis as possible and come down the other side. Then do the same with your other hand and keep on alternating hands — for as long as he can last!"
—Lou Paget

"Another fabulous hand-job technique is one I call the Basket Weave. Use a water-based lubricant, and while sitting in front of him, lace your fingers together and wrap them around his penis. Rather than a simple up-and-down motion, twist as you go up and down, thumbs facing you. You can also add a little pulsing while twisting."
—Lou Paget

"Getting your man to masturbate while you're also fondling his penis is a huge turn-on for both you and your man. Begin by watching a sexy video like Tracy, I Love You or Insatiable. (If you don't want to hunt these down at your local video store, order erotic movies through The Sexuality Library at 800-289-8423.) Ask him to act out some of the moves in the movie."
—Cricket Richmond

Giving Him Getting-You-Off Guidance

"To help him best delight you with his hands, provide lots of coaching and be patient. One thing a woman can do: Offer valuable feedback without saying a word. Wrap your hand around one of his fingers or his penis, and when he does something you particularly like, give a squeeze, if you're not comfortable actually telling him. This type of nonverbal feedback can be so helpful to a guy who's doing his best to please you."
—Paul Joannides

"When your partner is masturbating you, ask him to tug playfully on your pubic hairs. This adds a slight feeling of tension that turns on many women."
—Cricket Richmond

"Use pillows. Slip one under your hips so that during missionary-position intercourse, there's less opportunity for him to slip out. Plus, when he's performing oral sex on you, his neck won't get so cramped. You can prop up his head and lower back with pillows so he has a better view while you're down between his legs."
—Lou Paget

Big, Bigger, Biggest Big O's

"Here's a tip to make yours and his orgasms more intense, plus help each of you last longer before exploding. He has to be aware of what you're going to do. Before either of you orgasm, stop intercourse or touching yourselves directly and switch gears. You might pull away and give each other a massage for a few minutes. Then you can resume. Keep bringing yourselves close to orgasm, building to that peak, so that by the time you do finally climax, your orgasms will be all the more explosive."
—Debora Peterson

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"Use each piece of furniture for a different sexual act or position. Have sex under the piano, on a chair, and in front of a window. Over the course of a relationship, you will have created sexual memories, which means your home will be a more eroticized environment."
—James Petersen, senior staff writer for Playboy and author of 365 Ways to Improve Your Sex Life(Dutton, 1997)

"Live in the surprise of the moment — you never know when you're going to feel that special intimacy that is so connected to deep and wonderful sex. You may both be sick and shuffling around, pale and sniffly, but then you give each other a passing kiss, and suddenly, it turns into a soulful kiss, and before you know it, you've got the bathrobes off and you're down on the floor. That moment can't be planned. So when passion hits, go with it — don't let practicalities get in the way."
—SARK, author of Succulent Wild Women (Fireside/Simon & Schuster, 1997)

Sex Toys 'R' Us

"A new, soft, manual toothbrush is an incredible sex toy that will provide pleasure for both of you. Ask your man to run the bristles over your breasts and entire body — the sensation is truly erotic. He should brush gently around your vaginal area, especially the opening. Then you can stimulate his body — try focusing on his nipples. Although most men don't say it (and many don't even know it!), the nipples are usually very sensitive — a secret erogenous zone."
—Cricket Richmond

"Use a vibrator during sex. Good Vibrations' most popular is the Hitachi Magic Wand ($45; to order, call 800-289-8423), a foot-long dildo with a tennis-ball-size head that's used on the outside of your vagina. Couples like it because it's great for foreplay — gives a wonderful massage — plus you can incorporate it into lovemaking. During intercourse, in the face-to-face position, the wand fits nicely between two bodies. A man can enjoy the indirect vibration when he's inside you while you're using the wand to stimulate your clitoris."
—Anne Semans, coauthor with Cathy Winks of The Good Vibrations Guide to Sex (Cleis, 1997)

"Wear a long strand of pearls knotted around your neck — almost every man finds pearls supersexy. Seductively untie and remove them. Gently run the pearls over your man's entire body. Start with his head and face and work your way down to his toes, but avoid his penis, saving it for last. When you finally get there, wrap the pearls around his penis and sort of roll the individual pearls around and press them on his skin. This unique-feeling stimulation is a major turn-on."
—Cricket Richmond

"Good sex is sex that's always different. To make things interesting, use different products during foreplay. Bring chocolate body paint to bed (order from Seasons, 800-776-9677), and apply it all over each other. Use a feather duster to apply honey dust (available at any sex shop) to various body parts, then lick it off."
—Cricket Richmond

A Little Bit Kinky

"Everyone has secret sexual fantasies that they don't reveal even to their partner. Here's one way to share them: Both of you write three fantasies on a piece of paper and number them from 1 to 6. Toss a die and pick whichever number comes up with the promise you'll act it out. He may want you to shave your pubic hair or go to the supermarket wearing nothing but a raincoat. You may want him to have sex with you in the shower or tie you up. You're both on your honor to do whatever!"
—Graham Masterton, author of Secrets of the Sexually Irresistible Woman (Signet, 1998)

"Call him — even if he's in the same house — and have great phone sex. The safety of not looking each other in the eye allows both of you to tell each other things you might be embarrassed to say when you're face-to-face. When you get him on the line, tell him how hot you're getting just thinking about his penis. Hearing someone describe how she or he is feeling and reacting is a huge turn-on."
—Sue Johanson

"For most guys, lusty talk is a turn-on. You can start off lightly — say, 'I love feeling your tongue there' — and slowly escalate to using four-letter words. If you're wondering how a partner might react to explicit sex talk, ask him. Say, 'Sometimes when we're making love, I just feel like yelling out some dirty words, but I don't know how you'd react.' If you want him to join in, tell him: 'It really turns me on if I hear some down-and-dirty sex talk from you — are you okay with that?'"
—Bernie Zilbergeld

What is pornography?

Pornography, the explicit portrayal of sexual subject matter, may use a variety of media, including books, magazines, postcards, photos, sculpture, drawing, painting, animation, sound recording, film, video, and video games. Pornographic media content has become increasingly prevalent and available, particularly as a result of the volume of pornographic content made accessible via the Internet. Pornography use today is widespread and it is estimated that, in the U.S., every second, 28,250 users are viewing porn. Whether you use pornography yourself or if it is something that you notice that friends or partners use, it can be important to consider the potential impact of pornography use.

How is pornography affecting me?

People may use pornography to complement their sexual practices with partners or to provide a safe means of solitary sexual pleasure. However, just like other media, pornography has the power to influence our perceptions and attitudes.  In this case, it can influence our attitudes toward sex, sensuality and relationships. The type of sex some pornography depicts may be worthy of aspiration; other pornography may normalize sex that is unrealistic, harmful or illegal. 

Aggression and violence are commonplace in pornography, and in straight pornography, the targets of aggression are overwhelmingly female.  This aggression is typically associated with pleasure, and racist themes are frequently represented as well.  Content analyses have found that, in the most popular videos, violent content has increased over the past few decades.  (Source: Sun, Chyng, et. al. A comparison of male and female directors in popular pornography.  Psychology of Women Quarterly, 32 (2008), 312–325)

Because of the themes described above, it's important to think about how viewing pornography may be affecting you. Below are a few potential harmful effects of pornography to consider.

Consider if and how your own pornography use has affected your expectations of bodies, both yours and your partners’:

• Does your pornography use create unrealistic expectations regarding female breasts, vulva, pubic hair, or body type?
• Does your pornography use create unrealistic expectations regarding male penis size, capacity for multiple orgasm, stamina or body type?

Pornography may also change your expectations of sex to normalize degrading, violent or cruel sexual practices.

• Does the pornography you consume glorify violence against sexual partners, depict rape, physically painful sex, cruelty, non-consensual sex, sex with children or sex with animals? 
• Does the pornography you consume depict the degradation of those in the film or photographs by showing acts like ejaculation on one partner’s face or breasts?

One should also consider the nature of all pornography with respect to the models and actors in these films or photographs.  Pornography is most often the depiction of real people.  Consider the potential for the exploitation and physical and emotional harm of the people in the pornography you consume.

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How is pornography affecting my relationships or my sense of intimacy?

Pornography can provide a private and STI risk-free way to explore sex and sexuality on one’s own before seeking physical sexual contact with others.  As discussed above, pornography can provide positive and negative influences on your perceptions and attitudes about sex, so be aware of what pornography is teaching you. 

It is a good idea for partners to discuss their attitudes towards pornography early on in the relationship and agree to the role that pornography will play in their relationship. Communicating about this can be difficult, but these discussions can help set clear expectations about what each person finds acceptable.

Use of pornography in the relationship should always be consensual, with no one being forced or coerced into watching it.   You can find more information on consent here.

What are some warning signs that pornography use could be a problem?

• You decide that watching pornography is taking up too much time in your life and you try to cut back but you aren’t able to.
• You’ve made promises to your partner that you will change your pornography habits but begin to lie about your use.
• The time spent watching pornography is impacting your academic, work, social, and family responsibilities.
• Your relationships are being negatively impacted as a result of your use.
• Your pornography use, whether you are single or in a relationship, replaces or becomes preferable to sexual intimacy with a partner.

These warning signs could indicate compulsive sexual behavior.

The campus resources listed below can help Brown students better understand their use of pornography and its impact, and you can also contact Sex Addicts Anonymous for information and resources.

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Campus Resources

Counseling and Psychological Services 401.863-3476
Psychological Services provides free, confidential individual appointments, referrals, and groups for Brown students.

Health Promotion 401.863-2794         
Health Promotion is available for individual appointments and group education on a variety of health issues, including sexual health concerns and understanding pornography use. The Health Ed office also has safer sex supplies available. If you have questions or concerns about pornography use and sexual health, please contact Naomi Ninneman (naomi_ninneman@brown.edu). If you have concerns about pornography use in the context of non-consensual situations or in relation to sexual assault, please contact Bita Shooshani (bita@brown.edu). We are located on the 3rd floor of Health Services.

Links you can use

Porn and Relationships
Two sex therapists from the UK discuss gender differences in thinking about pornography, how pornography can be part of a healthy relationship and problems related to pornography use.

Web MD: Is Pornography Addictive?

The Price of Pleasure: Pornography, Sexuality and Relationships
A documentary on pornography that includes the voices of consumers, critics and pornography producers and performers.  Brown students can borrow the DVD from the Health Education library, 3rd floor of Health Services.

American Association of Sexuality Educators Counselors and Therapists
AASECT offers a directory of certified sex therapists as well as links to sexuality resources.

Sex education without porn is not sex education

race yourselves, faint-hearted countrymen and women: if you thought the               fact that we’re considering making sex education for five-year-olds statutory was bad enough, now a Scandinavian sexologist (for who else could it be?) is recommending that porn should be shown in the classroom. It may be for pedagogical reasons, so that it can be critically analysed as a way of teaching teenagers that it is nothing like real sex; but still, you can see the panicked headlines if it were to be advocated here.

It’s a shame that porn in the classroom would be such a source of controversy in Britain. It is a progressive move that would only catch on if the nation were to undergo a wholesale sexual shame transplant. Nevertheless, we can fantasise. Wouldn’t it be marvellous if the buttoned-up British could transform overnight into a liberated mass of laid-back, well-adjusted Euro-shaggers who have grown up in households that are comfortable with nudity? (I tend to view the whole of Scandinavia as a kind of gigantic sauna full of sweaty, consensual fun and judgment-free openness. With feminism, and meatball snacks.)

Were society to discuss porn openly and critically, our children would be better adjusted, and our sex lives would, in all likelihood, be more fulfilled. There are those who doubt the anecdotal evidence of what young men and women have been telling researchers over the years: that porn is affecting their sexual relationships in myriad disturbing and distressing ways.

Young women have told me how surprised they have been when, during sex, hands have been placed around their necks, their hair has been pulled so hard they’ve wept, their faces and breasts have been ejaculated on without consent. We know that 40% of teenage girls have been pressured into sex, and that there is the very real problem of gang exploitation. Young men have spoken about their inability to become aroused by “real” girls anymore, and about the isolating impact of porn addiction on their lives.

You may doubt their testimonies, but anyone who interacts regularly with young people knows that hardcore porn is increasingly mainstream. To any parent who worries that porn in the classroom would lead to it becoming normalised, I would say this: too late. By the time your child is 15 or 16, the age at which Professor Christian Graugaard suggests the sessions take place, they will have already seen porn. Sorry to break it to you.

As someone who goes into schools to talk to pupils about the sometimes subtle but hugely destructive sexism of women’s magazines, I know the importance of being able to critically analyse the media that you are bombarded with. Equally teenagers realise that a lot of what they are presented with is cynical, or designed to manipulate, and are always keen to discuss why this is.

Granted, being made to watch porn in a classroom alongside 30 other pupils is unlikely to be a comfortable experience, but it could be useful to have an adult point out the plot holes (no pun intended, obviously), in the manner of “OK, guys, so that orgasm is obviously fake, because as you can see he’s barely in and already she’s going buck-wild”. Teenagers might be able to spot that the action that is taking place isn’t happening in a real nurse’s office (even the horniest adolescent knows that medical staff don’t dress head to toe in vinyl). But they could do with some guidance in other areas, especially with regards to consent. Why is she crying? Didn’t she say “no” repeatedly? What’s going on here? Who is in control, and why?

The absence of an alternative narrative, coupled with the pressure to make their own porn using phones, is frightening

Detractors will argue that young people can tell the difference between fantasy and reality, and to an extent they can. But the complete absence of an alternative narrative, coupled with the pressure young people are under to make their own porn using phones, is frightening. Turning teenagers into “conscientious and critical consumers” cannot fail to sound progressive in comparison with the level of guidance educators are currently providing.

I suspect there may be a long way still to go. In the UK, adult memories of school sex education are inextricably entwined with a palpable sense of embarrassment. I have heard many such horror stories, but the tale that best encapsulates the British attitude towards talking about sex in the classroom was that of a young woman whose teacher conducted the entire lesson while sitting behind a screen. And that was just the mechanics.

As for discussing pornography in an unflappable manner, I just don’t think we could do it. (“Fnar fnar, you just said flaps, miss!” See?) This is mainly because teachers are, other than their own parents, the last people that teenagers want to hear about sex from. But what if you had a team of specially trained professionals who came in and talked about it? Groups such as the student-led Sexpression:UK, whose volunteers are not only closer in age to the pupils, but carry the added kudos of not teaching them about oxbow lakes and soil erosion for the rest of the week, have been very successful.

It is time we wake up to the fact that a sex education curriculum that does not include porn is not a sex education curriculum, and furthermore is one that is failing in its safeguarding duty. Because better discussion of porn and consent is vital when set against a backdrop of child sexual exploitation.

Teenagers have passionate views on sex and porn and want to talk about them. Embarrassing though it may be, it’s high time adults started talking back.

Shy Eyes

It's late afternoon, and I'm having a bath. The sunlight outside the bathroom window is actually yellow; a warm, buttery color that I didn't think existed anywhere outside of novels. The water is warm as butter, too, and slick with bath oil that makes my skin feel like smooth, soft fur. Sighing, I float slightly in the water, and am almost asleep when you knock on the door, once, before opening it.

"I thought you'd gotten out by now," you say. "Aren't you pruning yet?"

"It's only been-" I check the delicate clock across the room and am surprised at the time. "Almost an hour," I finish sheepishly. I stand, the water running down my sides, and you offer a hand to help me out of the tub. When I take hold, however, instead of standing still, you yank me towards you. Off-balance, I slide in the slippery residue at the bottom of the tub and plunge into your arms, ending pressed against you with my wrist held behind my back.

"Whoops," you whisper, your breath soft, and I am about to pull away and apologize for wetting your shirt front when you put a bit more pressure on my arm, enough to make me rise slightly onto my toes. My skin is so hot from the water I feel as though I'm steaming, and now all of that heat is rushing to my clit. You pin my arm firmly, and with one movement, force your leg between my thighs, lifting me to the very tips of my toes. I rock slightly, looking down, as the flush moves into my cheeks.


"Look at me," you say.

I can't. I shake my head.

"I'm shy," I blurt out.

In response, you press your hips against me hard, and I can feel the bulge of your cock in your pants.

"Don't you ever say no to me," you say, and those words bring my head up like a puppy's. My clit throbs against your thigh, your words like an arrow of tension moving through me. I catch your eyes and fight the urge to look down, ashamed as I am of my strong reaction to your words. Instead, I keep looking and am rewarded by the sharp lust I see there. With two quick steps, you propel me backwards against the marble countertop. I lean both hands back behind me for balance, and you catch my wrists and hold them together. Your other hand moves quickly between my legs and inside me, holding me rooted as you bend me backwards. You nuzzle my neck, kissing, then harder kisses, then a little bite. "No hickeys," I whisper, breathless.

"I told you not to say no," you say and bite me hard, holding the flesh between your teeth like a wolf proving who's in charge.

In a swift move, you fling me forward, propelling me out of the room and into the hallway, so much colder that it's almost dizzying. I get a brief, surprised look at someone's face, and then we're in your bedroom, then your bed.

You all but throw me onto the mattress, where I bounce slightly, and then you're on top of me, pressing me down. I end up face-down, my ass high in the air like every classic porn pose.

"If I want to fuck you, I will," you say, and without any warning, thrust two fingers into my pussy. You lean close to my ear and say, "If I wanted to pierce you, here, I would," and you flick my clit with your thumb. "I want you to always carry something of mine with you, so you know who owns this." A third finger joins the first two, and I can't help pushing back against your hand, even as I cringe at the idea of my sensitive clit with a ring through it. As quickly as they went in, the fingers are gone, and my clit throbs with an invisible piercing.

I feel you pull away from me, and start to sit up, but you push me down. "Don't move," you say. You gently trace the inside of my thighs with your fingertips, making me shiver.

"If I wanted to tattoo you, I would," you say. "Here, where the skin is so soft, and I could look at it whenever I fucked you." With that, I let out a tiny moan and the dripping liquid from my pussy reaches your hand. You laugh and gently tap my clit. There is a rustling as you remove your clothes and position yourself behind me. Teasing me with the head of your cock, only just barely touching the empty, aching space where I want it to be, you say, "Do you want to say no to me now?"

I want to force you inside me, or scream, or cry, but instead I do nothing, hold very still, and you reward me by sliding into me. I gasp, as always, since every time feels like the first time with you, and you push your weight forward, sinking me into the bed. A few thrusts and I'm ready to beg for anything, any mark, any ring through any piece of flesh, if you'll only keep going, let me come. Instead, you pull back with what I'm certain is perversity, and flip me over easily. Your strength is rarely so obvious, but when it comes to putting me where you want me, I feel helpless and tiny underneath you.

You slide into me again and force my chin up, pressing your forearm lightly against my throat. It's so personal, this face-to-face fucking, and I blush, my eyes darting around. A bit of gentle pressure forces me to look at you. As soon as my eyes meet yours, you deepen your thrusts and I can't help groaning and arching my hips up towards yours. You look past me for a second and smile at something, then pull me tightly against you, thrusting hard and fast. You've trapped my arms against my sides, so even if I wanted to move, I couldn't. I don't though, I could stay with you inside me forever, fucking and fucking.

I'm surprised when you roll me up and over so I am on top of you, thighs on either side of your hips, since neither of us likes this position very much. Your hands lock onto my hips and hold me in place, your cock deep inside me. A breeze kisses my back, a breeze that is suddenly warmer, turning into someone else's breath, and I realize with a sudden flash of panic that we left the door open. The bed shifts as someone climbs onto it behind me and I push forward, trying to climb off you, but your hands are like steel bands.

Whoever it is has strong hands too, and they move to my breasts as yours migrate down and catch my wrists, pinning them. He's rough, and I let out a little gasp of pain when he rolls my nipples between his fingers. You pull me forward for a kiss, your cock still gently fucking me, and then you hold me inches from your lips and say, "Do you still want to say no?"

"I want you to fuck me," I say, barely a whisper, and you laugh.

"Hear that, Steve?" you say. Your hands drift to my ass, and I get a sudden dizzying vision of what will happen. Any idea I might have of struggling is squashed when I see the strength in your eyes. There is no escaping this; I'll do it because you want me to, and love it. I feel another shot of desire coursing through my stomach and practically come just from the idea. You stroke my ass cheeks carefully, and pull them apart.

Steve, whoever he is, nudges his cock gently against me. I can feel its warmth behind me, and then the coolness of lube. No, I want to say, but you catch my throat quickly in one hand and hold me still, your arm extended out so my back arches, the other hand at my waist as Steve slides inside me.

The two of you set up your own rhythm, nudging me back and forth, playing with me. You're still holding my throat and you bring my face down to yours for a devouring kiss as Steve's hands find my nipples again.

I gasp into your mouth, and you thrust into me so hard I can almost feel it in my skull. Steve responds with an energetic thrust of his own, and I'm coated in your sweat. I'm practically liquid myself, melting between the two of you.

Slowly, I can feel the tension creep up your body, and Steve is panting against my back, his forehead resting on my shoulder. His hands brush through my hair, and he slides a finger into my mouth as you flick my clit with one hand. With each brush of your thumb against the hard little button, my body tenses uncontrollably, almost like a cramp, but a cramp that feels so good I never want it to stop.

Your hands grip my hips so hard you're probably leaving bruises, and Steve's arms lock around my waist, holding me still as you both get faster, deeper. I'm shivering now, your every movement against my clit almost agonizing, I'm so sensitive. I'm so close now, so close, and I can feel the orgasm rising up from the pit of my stomach. With one last movement of your thumb, I tip over the edge, coming hard. My pussy clamps down as I do, and you hiss through your teeth, then groan, a long drawn-out sound.

You force my chin up so I'm looking right at you, and I can hear Steve's panting turn hoarse and then he loses control, coming in my ass as you whisper to me, your eyes wild and dark. "This is mine," you say, thrusting deeply inside me. "This belongs to me. Do you understand?"

I nod furiously, and as you pull my face down for a desperate kiss, you come with shudder after shudder. Your hands lace through my hair and I can feel your fingers shaking. We stay pressed against each other for a few seconds until falling exhaustedly sideways. Steve winds an arm around my waist, then brushes my hair back and kisses my cheek. "Thanks," he says. "Gotta go." Then he leaves, although I can tell by the draft that the door's still open.

Someone else could come along at any moment... Sticky and sore, I trail a hand along your side and you shiver, then roll towards me. Gathering me into your arms, you push inside me again with a gentle dreaminess, and I can feel you getting harder. "Mine," you whisper contentedly, and your cock says the same thing inside me. I can't help the moan that slips out as you go deeper, faster, and my pussy opens up to take you in again.

Spring Break

It was time for Spring Break. While all of the other drunken college students were heading off to Fort Lauderdale, Simone’s friends, Susie and Jen, told Simone they had a much better idea. They wanted to go to Tijuana.

Why not? Simone was up for anything. Never mind that it would be a 2,300 mile drive! The girls set out early on the first morning of their vacation. They had only seven days off from school, and they were determined to make each one count. Jen devised a schedule by which they would drive in shifts, each taking turns sleeping and stopping only for gas, groceries or use of a restroom. Susie calculated that by driving slightly over the posted speed limits, they could arrive in the dusty Mexican town in less than two days. And they did!

Forty-six long hours later, after having listened to the same Guns ‘N’ Roses CD for six hundred miles, and desperately needing showers and a long nap, the girls arrived in the center of town. Loud music and flashing lights exuded from every bar and tavern.

“Let’s get a hotel!” complained Simone.

“Are you kidding?” shouted Susie, the most dedicated party girl. “Let’s hit the bar! This place is hopping!”

Jen stared at them both, biting her lip, trying to decide. Just then, a group of what looked like mid-western frat boys stumbled past them, singing and laughing, and entered the nearest bar. The boys were young and tan. They wore expensive wristwatches and khaki shorts. That was all Jen needed to see. She grabbed Simone by the elbow. “Come on, let’s just go in for five minutes. OK?”

Bowing to pressure, Simone entered the bar with her friends. Susie went straight over to the bartender to get them all a round of jell-o shots. Meanwhile, Jen unbelievably encountered someone they knew from school, a girl from her civics class. Simone sank down the only empty bar stool in the place and closed her eyes.

“Senorita?” She heard a low male voice right next to her ear. Opening one eye, she spied a short, stocky Mexican fellow, about 45 years old, with a moustache, long pony tail and a sleeve tattoo down one arm.

“What is it?” she asked nonchalantly.

“You want?” he asked.

“No, my friend is getting us some drinks right now. But thank you,” she replied, assuming he was a waiter.

“No, not the drink. The sex. You know, the cock.” He said it very matter-of-factly. Simone cracked a smile.


The man continued. “I lick ass. I eat pussy. You give me twenty dollar. I fuck you back door, then come in your mouth. OK? Sounds good?”

Simone was completely stunned. First of all, she couldn’t believe his boldness. Simone knew she was beautiful. What would she want with a guy like this? Plus, he was asking her for money? She had never paid for sex in her life and had never had to. Why start now? Also, why just twenty dollars? It wasn’t much, considering the services he was offering. But then, Simone supposed he would get something out of it too. Plus, how could he be a gigolo with his completely average looks? And why was she even thinking about this?

Simone had to admit - there was something about him. She liked the way he stood so close to her, attentive and polite. She liked his offer, the way he laid everything out so systematically and openly. For some reason she could not understand, she was extremely tempted. She looked over at the frat boys, who had now begun flirting with Jen. They were loud and dumb, giving off an air of entitlement, insensitivity and ignorance. They had nothing to offer that she wanted. Sex with them would offer no surprises, no depth, no soul. And, almost certainly, – no orgasms.

Suddenly, Susie appeared with the drinks. Handing Simone a small shot glass full of bright green liquid, she looked the Mexican man up and down. “Is this guy bothering you, Simone?”

The man completely ignored Susie and continued to stare deeply into Simone’s eyes. Simone liked that.

“No, no – it’s OK. He’s going to carry my bags to the hotel right across the street,” she lied, winking at the man. “We’ll be back in a few minutes, OK? Tell Jen for me,” she said, pushing the full drink back toward Susie. Susie stared at her questioningly, then dismissed her with a wave.

“OK, whatever,” she mumbled.

Out on the street, Simone fumbled in her purse for the twenty dollars. “Here you go,” she told the man with a smile. He smiled back.

“You’ll like it, I promise. You come many times.” Without knowing why, Simone believed him.

At the motel across the street, Simone reserved a room on the second floor. After she had moved the car around to a parking slot in front of the building, and the man really did help her to move every piece of the girls’ luggage into the room. “You didn’t have to do that,” Simone told him quietly.

“It’s OK – no problem,” he replied good-naturedly, wiping some beads of sweat from his brow.

“Please, sit down,” he told Simone, motioning to one of the two queen-sized beds in the room. She sat on the edge of the bed while the man knelt between her legs.

He carefully and gently began rolling her yoga pants down off of her hips. “Mmm,” he said, “Smells good.” He buried his face between her legs. She felt his tongue dart out, searching for her clit. She thrust her hips forward to help him.

“Can you take off your clothes?” she asked him softly. He immediately rose and pulled off his t-shirt. He was a hairy man with a big belly, but this only fueled Simone’s desire. Pretty boys bored and annoyed her. The more real someone looked, the more vulnerable and sexy they seemed to Simone. That this was just a regular guy, trying to connect with her in this way, made it unbelievably erotic to her.

As he pulled his jeans off, Simone noted that his prick was swollen and engorged. She reached out to fondle it. Leaning forward, she took the tip of it into her mouth, swirling her tongue around its dark, smooth head. The man groaned, closing his eyes.

“No, no,” he told her. “You pay Jose, so he’s your servant.” He smiled.

“Well then, you have to let me do whatever I want, right?”

“Senorita, no. You suck me, I come – that’s it. No good. I told you what I’d do, so now I do it.” Simone understood what he was telling her. He wanted to stick to the terms of their verbal contract. She admired his fastidious principles! She would let him do his thing.

He fished a small bottle out of the front pocket of his jeans, which were now around his ankles. It was some kind of massage oil.

He finished stripping them both till they were completely naked. Then he took a moment to pinch and suck her nipples, telling her how pretty they were.

Laying her down flat on her back, her spread her legs wide. Next, he opened the small bottle of oil and began pouring huge amounts of it down her crack, particularly around and in her asshole. Now he began working it with his fingers, all around and inside of her puckered hole. It felt exquisite. Never venturing too deep, he slid his finger carefully just inside the rim of her ass. At the same time, he rubbed her clit upwards with the rough skin on the inside of his thumb, driving Simone crazy.


Next, he lowered his head and really began licking her asshole, just as he’d promised. It tickled Simone, and she giggled. It felt strange but nice. When he began fingering her pussy while tonguing her ass, Simone decided that she liked the sensation. She spread herself wider to give him better access.

Now he replaced his tongue with his probing finger. He was gentle – almost tender with her, and always remembered to keep stimulating her clit while he attended to her slippery ass.

Alternating between her ass and her clit, he continued his attentions with his fingers and mouth. Her pussy clenched uncontrollably. He licked her labia, pausing a few times to dip his tongue into her dripping slit.

Now he began to lick and suck her clit with dedicated intensity. His index finger slid delicately all the way inside her ass. He gently nibbled at her button with the edges of his teeth, then enveloped the whole thing in his lips with a hard suck, his tongue rolling across the taut skin. Meanwhile, his finger slid and squirmed. She thrust her hips like a madwoman. These sensations were superb.

He paused with his mouth for a moment, fingering her ass and pussy at the same time with one hand. The way he was studying her most intimate parts was an incredible turn-on for Simone. She watched him watching the glistening fingers sliding in and out again and again while he licked his lips and smoothed his moustache with his free hand.

Now his face descended onto her snatch again. He would rub her clit delicately with his fingertip, then replace his finger with his tongue. He did this over and over, his other hand still slowly fingering her ass. Simone was bucking a writhing. She began to see a white light flaring behind her eyes. Her knees trembled. She ground herself against his tongue and thrust herself down on his finger. With a loud yell, she was coming and coming – it felt like it lasted forever. The orgasm went on and on, like a series of flowers blossoming, fireworks exploding, champagne corks popping out in a row, followed by bubbling plumes spouting.

Jose leaned back on his heels, smiling. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “OK?” he asked, as if she had just test driven a car.

Still panting, with her head spinning, Simone could only nod.

“Now I fuck you,” he declared, jacking himself off with quick, hard motions. Rolling Simone over onto her stomach, he pulled her up onto her knees. Then he very slowly slid his cock into her pussy. Simone cried out, pressing herself against him to fit more of him inside.

“Just to get it wet, OK?” he whispered. She remembered he had said he would fuck her ass. Simone trusted him and knew that whatever he would do to her would feel spectacular and make her come no matter what. “OK,” she agreed.

Pulling his dick back out, he carefully massaged her own juices down along her perineum and into her ass, which was still stretched open from his finger. Next he began working on her tight bud with the tip of his cock, which was slippery with its own juices.

He worked it in so slowly that Simone was gasping. It felt amazing. He fucked her ass with long, slow strokes, pinching her clit and sliding his thumb in and out of her hungry pussy at the same time.

After about five minutes of this, Simone came again. Then, Jose asked her to turn over onto her back. He began fucking her ass again, from a different angle. All the while, he never stopped working on her clit. He spread her pussy lips open with one hand and stared intently at her glistening pink folds. His cock slid slowly in and out of her ass. Her clit throbbed under his finger. He stared at her pussy, whispering compliments in husky Spanish, while she grew wetter and wetter under his gaze. Next he kissed her, his tongue surging into her mouth. It was more than Simone could take. She came again, screaming his name.

He pulled out quickly then, his hand wrapped firmly around his own girth. As he moved his cock up to her face, Simone opened her mouth. It was the last part of their bargain. He’d said he would come in her mouth.

And that’s just what he did, exploding all over her outstretched tongue with a loud yell. Simone swallowed it down – it tasted delicious. Some combination of her and him and the cinnamon-scented oil.

“OK?” he asked, staring deeply into her eyes. He looked concerned, like he truly needed her approval. Simone wrapped herself around him in a warm hug.

“Oh, Jose – that was wonderful. How will I live without you now? Can’t you come to the U.S. and be my boyfriend?” she was only half kidding. She had grown seriously fond of him during their extraordinary hour of intimacy.

He glanced at her with surprise, a question hovering in his wide pupils. “What city you live?” he asked her.

“Outside of Philadelphia,” she replied.

“I lived in Arizona before, when it was easier to be illegal. Some of us cross over in a van – me and my cousins. We did landscaping for a rich family. I was there one year. I said I would go back someday.”

Simone scribbled her phone number onto the little pad of paper next to the telephone, then handed it to Jose. “Will you call me?” she asked, her eyes serious and sincere.

Jose smiled. “You want a fat, old Mexican? A pretty girl like you?” Simone nodded, kissing his cheek. “Si, Senor,” she whispered, as he turned to kiss her.

Sweat

The blows landed with resounding thuds on the punching bag. The creaking echoed through the empty gym but no matter how hard Gina Moses hit, the frustration of the day's lack of productivity left her with the need to destroy something.

Jab. Jab. Uppercut.

First, an accident on the highway left her late for an important meeting. Of course, her boss, known around the law office as the bitch the devil banned from hell, made her pay for it for the rest of the day. By noon, she had torn a line through her stockings, lost an unsaved document and ruined one of her favorite blouses with a coffee spill. And last but not least, to end such a marvelous day, she got a parking ticket.

Two more powerful hits sent the bag swinging.

The only thing guaranteed to work off this bad mood was sexual release. But guess what? The one person guaranteed to give her what she needed had to work tonight. She and her boyfriend had been together for only six months but he knew her like no one else. Better than she knew herself sometimes.

Any other day she would have stopped by his place. She would have thrown on that sexy lingerie he liked or her birthday suit beneath a coat. He really liked when she surprised him with that stunt for his birthday.


The energy suddenly drained from her body. She delivered a weak punch and sagged against the bag, resting her forehead against it. She was contemplating going home to throw herself a pity party in the company of her cat, Jiggles, and that half eaten tub of ice-cream when she heard, "The poor punching bag's had enough, I think."

She looked up and caught the reflection of the man standing behind her in the gym's surrounding mirrors. The man leaned against one of the large columns, arms folded and the image of a black panther was imprinted her mind. Sleek, strong and dominant. Though he was stationary, the way his eyes moved over her made her feel stalked, hunted. They promised an altogether different workout.

And damn if her pussy did not respond to the heat there. With a fierce clench, it burned for a cock's presence. The intensity of it made her knees tremble and forced a gasp out of her.

Wearing a faded fire department tee, workout trunks and sneakers, he had a messy shag of dark hair that curled around his ears and fell into his eyes. She could tell he was over six feet even from his relaxed posture. Though loose, the shirt could not conceal the hard slab of chest or the broadness of his shoulders. Dark stubble covered his jawline.

When she could only gulp like a fish out of water, he just smirked and unfolded his frame. He picked up the small duffle bag at his feet and stood to his full height. She swallowed.

Yowza!

He walked passed her and she got a whiff of his cologne. Her nipples hardened painfully and begged him to stop but he kept on going until he reached the treadmills directly in front of her. His bag landed in the floor with a thud. The play of muscle when he removed his shirt made her mouth water.

The word ripped did not do this man justice. Only a light dusting of hair covered perfection. She felt like a voyeur goggling his reflection but short of a nuclear bomb landing at her feet, she could not stop herself.

Scratch that.

When he started his warm up routine, she doubted she would notice even that.

He caught her eye in the mirror and smiled.

He knew just what his presence did to her.

You're not exactly subtle.

Holding his gaze, she resumed hitting the bag and was acutely aware that they were the only ones occupying the space at the moment. It was almost ten at night, so that was not surprising.

He got onto one of the machines and start running. Swinging arms showed off well-defined biceps and triceps and his back flexed in its own show of muscle. His pants sat on trim hips and his hard thighs pressed against the material every time he lifted his legs. In her mind she stripped him out of them and pictured an ass so fine, she could sink her teeth into it.

Yum! She licked her lips.

She was a curvy girl. No amount to working out changed the fact but she knew those arms could lift her with ease. They could pull her into his thrust as he took her from the back. She imagined holding onto that muscled back while she orgasmed beneath him, her nails marking him. And she could definitely see herself wrapping her legs around his waist while she rode him.

The temperature in the room shot up a few degrees.

Then she really saw her image in the mirror. Her eyes widened in horror.

She was free of makeup and dressed in typical workout gear of a vest, knee length leggings and sneakers. Her dark ponytail was even messier than when she first put it up. Damp tendrils hang around her face and stuck to her flushed chin. While he made Channing Tatum look like the boy next door, she looked like a woman who has been sweating her ass off for the last two hours.

So she tried to do the most logical thing. Slink off to the ladies room to get cleaned up.

Yeah, that did not work out too well.

She tripped over an untied shoelace and banged her shin on the way down.

She was tempted to lie there for all eternity. Why didn't the floor open up and swallow her when she needed it to? Her embarrassment only grew when his shoes came into view and he bent down. "You okay?"

Left with no other choice, she sat up and the power of those eyes hit her again. Up close his blatant sexuality packed an even harder punch, his aura screaming bad boy. Exactly the type her mother warned her about. Exactly the type she could not resist.

His hand waved in front of her face. Oh God, she had been staring at him like a love-struck teenager.

"You went down pretty hard. Did you hit your head?"

She said a wholehearted prayer that this day would not get any worse. "Oh no, I'm fine. The only thing that hurts is my pride."

"Here, let me help you up." When she was on her feet, he asked again, "You sure you’re okay?"

He towered over her five foot seven frame and made her feel dainty and feminine. "I'm good, promise. I could use some water though. Could you get me one from the vending machine, please?"

"Sure. No problem."

There should be admission charged to watch his ass as he walked away.

Gina rushed into the locker room. Walking passed the wooden bench dividing the room down the middle, she closed the door to the ladies room and leaned against it with a deep breath before quickly cleaning up.

While Karma might be a bitch, she was suddenly handing Gina what she wanted on a silver platter.

*****

"Here!"

Hand over her chest, Gina looked up with a squeak. She had just stepped out of the ladies room and did not realize he was waiting in the connecting locker room. The door was closed behind him.

"Sorry I scared you." He smiled that smile again, his eyes teasing and filled with heat as they went up and down her body. She could not help returning the slow appraisal. "I thought you might want this," he said when she did not move.

Snapping out of it, she noticed the bottle in his hand. 'Oh… Yes, thank you."

She closed the distance between them and took the water. Uncapping it, she tried to look away from the power of his gaze but eyes the color of the ocean trapped her. She took a healthy sip. A drop escaped and ran down her chin. His eyes followed its disappearing act down her neck and chest and into her cleavage. Though she knew the water was cold, it burned all the way down and fed the fire lit low in her abdomen.

"Thank you," she said again, capping the bottle back.

"You're welcome." He took it from her and placed it on the bench. "I must admit I have an ulterior motive."

He moved closer and she found herself backed up against the row of lockers. "Oh?"

A finger ran down her neck. "Oh yes. Would you like to know what it is?"

She nodded slowly.

"I want to fuck you."

Her breathing escalated. Nothing aroused her quicker than a man talking dirty to her. She licked her suddenly dry lips. “How?”

His gaze focused on her tongue's movement and his pupils dilated. “However you’ll allow me to.”

The intensity of that look sent heat running through her and she shifted closer without thought. She met the evidence of his desire and gasped. He was hard, thick and long against her belly. Oh mercy!

He smiled again, this one taking on a more predatory edge. His hips tilted harder against her and pressed her against the metal. His mouth was so close to hers, she could smell the mint on his breath.

She distantly heard someone talking and tried to think logically. "Someone might come in."

“And what if someone does? Do you think they’d watch my cock stretching your pussy? Watch you come as I fuck you hard? Or maybe they’d want to join us.”

Oh god, she was going to come from nothing but his words!

She was not good at hiding her reaction and those hypnotizing eyes saw everything. “I think you’d like that. Very much.”

She opened her mouth to say something though she was not sure what when his tongue slipped in and every rational thought fled. It thrust firmly against hers and she tasted his peppery flavor beneath the mint. This kiss was not gentle or coaxing. He simply took what he wanted. She moaned and surrendered. Her fingers tangled in his hair and she angled her head to deepen the kiss.

All too soon, he broke the connection and trailed his lips down her jawline and neck. Goosebumps followed in their wake. Through the material of her top he nipped the hard nipple. His warm hand found purchase beneath and she arched into it, loving the roughness of his callouses on her skin. He exposed her midriff then her sports bra, throwing the top to the floor. Then her breasts were bare, the bra following the top.

She had always been self-conscious about their size having been bullied as the “big-boobed girl” in high school but the way he looked at her left no doubt he liked what he saw. Neither did his words. “God, you’re fucking magnificent!” He palmed her and she jolted from the heat of the caress when his thumbs rasped over the erect nipples. “So responsive.” He bent over her and licked one tip with slow and thorough deliberation. “And so sweet.”

“Suck me,” she pleaded, the pain of arousal making her impatient.

“With pleasure.”

He suckled her and stars burst behind her closed eyelids. Heat spread quickly and her panties were no doubt ruined. He left no area unchartered before dropping to his knees. Still kneading a full breast, he kissed and licked her softly rounded tummy. His tongue dipped into her belly button. Tickled, she giggled. He did it again and got the same result.

“Hey,” she protested.

He looked up, mouth tipped on one side. “What? That’s one of my sexiest moves. Guaranteed to make you my love slave forever.”

Her eyebrow rose. “Head down a few inches and that’s exactly what you’ll get.”

“Good to know because that’s where I’m headed.” He pulled her pants down over her butt. It carried her black cotton panties with it. His tongue traced the tiny butterfly tattoo on her right hip. Holding her gaze, he touched her sex. He lost the smile, his pupils dilating. Bringing his hand away, it was shining with her cream. "By God, you're wet."

When he licked it away, she felt every stroke of his tongue deep in her core. He groaned and closed his eyes in enjoyment. When they opened, the panther was back and it was her turn to close her eyes with a hissed cry. His tongue glided over her soaked lips and she bucked into his mouth, whimpering. It was so good but not nearly enough.

"Mmm...More," she begged, pushing the pants down. "Get them off me."

“Yes, ma'am."

When the material caught in her sneakers, she toed them off. He pried the leggings and her panties off one foot, leaving them hanging on the right sock-clad one.

Hooking her left thigh over his shoulder, he nuzzled her, opening her to his gaze. Under the heat of it, cream dripped from her. “Such a nice, pink pussy.” He placed his mouth on her. He nipped, licked and tongued her like it was a professional sport and he was a champion. She arched into his improvisation. “Like that?”

“Oh yes.” So much so, she held his head against her and shifted her footing to expose more of herself to him. “Give me more. Please.”

"You're so fucking hot." He speared her with a long finger.

"Oh my God!" she cried, banging her head on the locker’s door. The sound echoed but she felt nothing but the threads of arousal curled low in her belly. She brought a hand up to her breast, pinching and rolling the hard tip.

"Actually, it’s Dale but my ego, among other things, loves the comparison." Another finger joined the first.

They were driving deeper, curled at the right angled, and his thumb was flicking her bean with hard, sure strokes. She rode his hand, pretending it was a cock. Almost here..."Don't talk. Just fuck."

He chuckled and slipped another finger into her opening. He circled his tongue around her bud and pulled. She squealed, rising to her tippy toes as she came hard. Her hips rocked with it. She tried to contain her shout of completion but did not do a good job.


Dale groaned and his tongue licked her through the contractions. More liquid gushed from her.

She drifted down slowly as his tongue gentled. She opened her eyes. His lips and chin wet with her orgasm, he stood and kissed her. She moaned at the taste of her. She loved the spicy sweetness.

When they broke apart, she said, “Now that will definitely get me to be your love slave.” Gripping handfuls of his tee, she flipped their positions. She knew she only accomplished the move because he let her. Hand down his pants, she palmed the heavy, hot length. “What’s your first command, Master?”

“On your knees, slave.”

*****

She took her time.

His tee was on the floor and his pants were around his ankles. He was not wearing any underwear. Now that perfection was bared to her, Gina did not know where to start so decided on the nipple next to her head. He groaned when she laved it, lacing his fingers in her hair. “God, that feels nice.”

Her hair tie had become undone some time ago and left her hair falling around her face. Her tongue circled the flat disk before sucking gently. His left nipple was adored with the same erotic treatment before she descended. His muscles jumped and rippled in reaction.

His cock was hard and bent against his flat belly. It was thick and dotted with pearly drops at his tip. Hot to the touch, it jerked in her grasp. At the first swipe of her tongue his body bowed sharply, his breath hissing on a harsh inhale. Like her favorite chocolate bar, he was the perfect combination of sweet, salty and bitter.

“Suck me.” His voice was rough and deep. Blatantly disobeying his order, she teased his sensitive underside. His fingers tugged slightly and she purred at the tiny stabs of pleasure that raced to her pussy at the pain. She loved watching the transformation from the playful man who had come in here to this hunger-based being. His eyes were blazing down at her, all laughter gone. The teasing and games were over. “Take me in your mouth. Now.”

Red stained his cheeks. A light sheen of sweat covered his brow and slickened his skin. His chest bellowed up and down with harsh breaths.

Opening her mouth wide, she engulfed him, making sure her tongue pressed hard against him on the downward motion. He was so long and thick, easily more than eight inches and too wide for her to take more than half of him. He threw his head back.
“Fuck.”

Lifting her head, she allowed saliva to dribble from her lips. The steady stream landed on the mushroom head and parted into tributaries. She fisted him and started an up and down motion. Her mouth engulfed his cock once more and moved in sync with her hand.

Holding her hair away from her face, he countered her movements with small thrusts of his hips, his eyes holding hers. His hands were never still, caressing her face, her neck, her back, her breasts, any part of her they could reach.

He bumped the back of her throat. She tilted her head back and he slipped in just that little bit extra. In a sudden move, she was hauled up into his arms and once again pressed against the lockers. Her legs immediately hooked around his flank, ankles secured low on his back. His straining manhood slid through her soaked nether lips and bumped her entrance. Then he was hot inside of her.

He held still. His weight and grip on her behind held her immobile. Tension held his back ramrod stiff. His cock stretched her almost to the point of pain. Her pussy clenched and released, adjusting, welcoming.

For some delicious seconds, he pressed in harder, deeper before pulling out. The hot drag of his length made her stomach tighten and her thighs tremble. She was seconds from orgasm.

He pushed back in. He swiveled his hips in a way that widened her thighs just a little bit more. She thought she'd already taken all his massive size but somehow more of him impaled her. His nose was inches from hers and their harsh breaths mingled. She squirmed against his hold, sobbing for more.

Her mouth was invaded by sweeping mastery. She moaned as her tongue joined the frantic dance of his and they imitated the act of sex. The jackhammering of his hips pushed her harder against the wall but the prick of discomfort only made her more aware of the hardness of her nipples, the wetness of her pussy, the strength of her desire. He moved hard and fast, so very deep, working her body mercilessly. The pleasure was melting her insides and gobbled up her brain cells.

His hand fisted in her hair, pulling her neck and back taut and she screamed, loving the sharp fissure of pleasure/pain it brought, loving the hard jabs that should have torn her apart, that should have made fear run through her. Instead ecstasy overran her mind, sent her heart into full throttle and had her pussy gushing and clenching around his thick membrane. “Don’t stop. Oh God, please.”

He turned around suddenly and her back met the bench. He was so deep. Leaning over her, he was all she saw. Sweat ran down his face and splashed onto her chest. Muscles bunched and she could not help remembering thinking how strong he was. He thrust and every coherent thought melted into nothingness. She exploded. If it was possible she would have melted into a puddle. He was not far behind her, his hips driving with erratic lurches. Mouths searching, they swallowed each other’s cries.

She had no idea how much time passed before Dale groaned, “Jesus, I damn near had a heart attack.”

She was about to express the same sentiment when they heard, “Whoever’s in there, that was freakin’ awesome.”

They looked to the closed door at the same time, hearing footsteps fade away. Looking back at each other, they burst into laughter. Brushing a damp tendril off his forehead, she licked his bottom lip. “So, lover, what are you doing here? I thought you had to work tonight. Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

Dale French was the best thing to ever happen to her. He saved her seven months ago from a fire in her apartment building. Though she gave him a hard time at first, unbelieving someone with his pick of women wanted her, she eventually gave in. He romanced her, still sending her flowers every now and then. He told her he loved her every day and he sexed her like he would never get enough of her body. In her eyes, he was the perfect man.

“I talked one of the other guys into taking my shift. You did not sound too well when we talked on the phone earlier and I wanted to be with you tonight.”

“So I’ve got you for the rest of the night?”

“Oh yeah.” He licked her shoulder and pressed hard against her. He was still hard. Always greedy for his love, her body responded immediately. “I’m not nearly done with you. I intend to make you sweat ’til dawn.”

First Meeting, Final Destination

I knew, as certain as the sun would rise the next day, that once I took the step I was about to take, my life, my world, would never be the same. Gone would be the days of playing games, teasing guys, stuck between manhood and boydom and no exit plan in sight, days of being who I thought I should be, who I thought I wanted to be. If I followed my heart, my soul, and met THE ONE as he wished me to meet him, I'd be lost forever.

As I stripped down to nothing but my own stretch marked skin and turned on the shower of some bargain chain motel, my mind drifted. To the chats on the Internet, to the emails, and to the hours long phone conversations. He was right, I suppose, about us not being strangers when we met for the first time. How could I agree to meet a stranger at this hour in his sandbox, on his terms? I never would have. But this man, he was no stranger.

I perched first one leg, then the other, on the side of the slippery tub to shave them. As stupid as it may sound, that shaving session was symbolic, because gone were the fine hairs that covered my body, but so were the inhibitions and hesitations about being me, about being the woman I longed to be. I cut myself, by my ankle, and I had to smile as I watched the blood begin to drip. I was alive and the drops were proof, but after tonight I'd not need to see the proof in such form. I knew it, in my heart, and in my soul.


While I watched my reflection in the mirror and hummed along to the radio, the shrill of my cell phone startled me back to reality. Hesitantly I picked it up and listened to the voice on the other end. My heart skipped a beat, then went into a rhythm I'd not recognized since the days of school dances and Christmas mornings. He repeated the directions and I hung on his every word. I wanted to be as close to perfect as a late twenty something single mother of two could be. With a nervous smile, I said goodbye and laid myself across the bed. The only thing left to do was put my hair up, as he'd instructed, so I zoned a little longer.

I twisted my hair up and into the clip, a ponytail. No makeup, also as he'd instructed. I noticed that my hands were shaking, ever so slightly, and my bottom lip was almost purple where I'd been biting it. I knew that lipstick was a no go, so I licked my lips and said a prayer to God, for safety and protection, but also for this to be what I really thought it was, my One, IT, for the rest of my life. My cell shrieked, as if to taunt me with news of his arrival. A brief conversation and two seconds later, there I was.

Naked, kneeling, with my hands clasped behind my back. I lowered my head and listened to the slamming of the car door. Funny, but it never crossed my mind, not even once, to get up and do anything differently than what I was doing right then. Does one not owe it to themselves to face their destiny head on, without hesitation?

With a knock, he entered. I saw his shoes and could tell by the way his pants fell that they were expensive. For a second, maybe two, I held my breath. Would he send me home? Would he be displeased? Would he find me lacking, completely unsuitable? I realize now that I never answered those questions for myself, because as he lifted me, ever so gently from my knees to his arms, he'd answered them for me.

I looked up and saw before me the most amazingly sexy man I'd ever seen. His features, dark and serious, held a light and a tenderness like I'd never known. His romance novel good looks captured my libido, but his sent from heaven soul captivated my own like no other. As I trembled my way through our first kiss, his touch was unwavering, but far from pushy. In an odd way, it felt good to be caressed and fondled, like a new toy, or better yet, like his prized possession.

As quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended, and his exploration of my body ended. I tried not to feel abandoned and ashamed. I tried to not show my disappointment, my fear. He must have sensed it, because he smiled. "Lay down on the bed, my love. I want to taste you, I want to know you by taste and smell the way my eyes knew you on sight." Ever so slowly, I made my way to the cold bed with its slick polyester bedspread.


He laid me back, spread my legs, then disrobed. I watched him, like a little girl would watch her prince on the big screen, complete with fascination, longing, and total awe. His nimble fingers made quick work of the expensive shirt and tie, his chest and broad shoulders revealed, my mouth watering. Gone were the expensive dress shoes and the pants, and he stood before me as naked as I had stood before him.

Our eyes met, locked, and in an instant he was above me, the length of his body pressed against mine. My mouth parted to allow his tongue entrance, mimicking my thighs. He was warm and smelled of Tommy cologne. Ever so slowly, I felt myself drifting to that place where you lose all sense of time and location. I inhaled the scent of him, let the taste of his kisses linger on my tongue and lips.

Some dominants would have used chains to hold their submissives in place, but there was no need. I would not move from the position in which he left me as he ventured further south in his exploration of my body. First he suckled the left breast, then the right. A soft nuzzle here, a teasing nip there. A kiss along my soft, pregnancy marred stomach. Every place his hands touched, his mouth followed.

I felt his fingers slip inside of me; his thumb nestled against my clit. My hips rose to meet his hand, our eyes on one another, an ancient rhythm with a new lover. I could smell my arousal, and my cheeks flamed. I could hear my wetness, and I tried to turn away, to hide from his gaze, but this was my Master, after all, and I found it impossible.

He lowered his head and I felt his tongue take the place of his thumb. I bucked once against him, then once more. His fingers, like my own private sex toy, teased the secret spot within me, while his tongue never missed a drop. Over and over, I climaxed. My body trembled, my legs were like gelatin, and the blush that covered my cheeks now covered my entire body. He drank of me, without stopping, until the final shockwave had subsided.

I felt the mattress dip as he moved to lay beside me. I found myself pulled to him, cradled against his body. The body that made it through basic training, the body that made it through over 20 years in the United States Army, the body that he now whispered belonged to me. I was so proud to belong to this man. Strong, virile, sexy as hell, with a tongue like no other. I looked up at him, and I knew there was no going back.


I'd given the invitation with my eyes. I was ready to be completely his. He kissed me, like a man possessed, and situated himself between my thighs. The musky smell assaulted my senses, but it fueled his fire. In an instant, he was inside of me, in a place where very few had ever been allowed, and certainly none had ever been granted access to within the first hour of meeting. The thought made me shiver, because indeed, he was like no other man, ever. This was my Master, my Sir, my Daddy, the last man I ever wanted to feel inside of me.

I opened myself wider. I wanted him as deep in me as he could humanly be. He moaned in response to my whimpers. I arched to meet his thrusts, no longer caring enough about propriety to even blush. I craved him, as a thirsty man craves water. I felt myself flying, higher and higher, losing myself in the feel of our bodies joined together.

His whispered "Oh my God" and "You're so beautiful", even the thought of this man getting pleasure from my body, it was a powerful combination. I felt myself spiralling upward, to the place most submissives never reach, and as I reached the top, as my mind, body and soul reached that pinnacle, I was pulled closer into him. He was buried in me, so deeply it almost hurt, but it felt so right. I screamed; the fire inside burning so hot that I could barely stand it.

As if to answer my call for release, I felt his body convulse, his hard cock spasm. Over and over again, I felt his seed extinguish the fire he had started. Where there had only seconds ago been burning desire, there was smouldering passion and total possession. Where there had been only a man and a woman, a Master had marked and taken control of his willing submissive.

Amid kisses and whispered vows of devotion, I felt his arms encircle me. I felt his heart beating beneath my cheek as I lay my head upon his well defined chest. Coming back to Earth had never felt so sweet. Being loved had never felt so right. For a first meeting, finding my final destination had been easy on that hot summer night.