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Working late, again
13:59 Oct 24 2006
Times Read: 1,249

The brunette leant forward over her desk, long hair cascading down.

Her dark blue skirt clung tightly to her derriere and he smiled, as he watched her from the doorway to his office.

He couldn’t help but smile: she filled her skirt well.

And, as she studied her p.c.’s keyboard, his thoughts of her created arousal, ‘down below.’

A simple white blouse and blue skirt: and, she looked good.

She’d opted to work late, again.

And, he was pleased she had.

The brunette really pleased his eye.

He liked watching her curves, as she moved round the empty office, the blinds drawn against the night.

Right now, his eyes were drawn to her full breasts filling the blouse.

And, for a moment, he wonders what she’s doing, leant over the desk so long.

For a millisecond, he closes his eyes, as he imagines bringing his hand down on those rounded buttocks.

And it is when he opens his eyes he sees her looking over her right shoulder, at him.

“I’ve worked every evening this week, she says softly, sweetly.

“And I’ve wanted your attention…” She continues, as she inches up the hem of her skirt, to display her nylon-clad legs to the full, and the flesh at the top of her stocking-tops,

And, she asks him, “Have I got your attention now, Sir?”

Courtesy of a word said ...
22:16 Oct 15 2006
Times Read: 1,256

Courtesy of a word, or two, said before I went to bed … I retired for the night with a smiled raised … with a story read, in my head before bed.



I enter the office without knocking, intending to leave a post-it on your p.c.’s monitor,

I open the door fully – and, stand there mouth agape.

You are leaning across the desk, the left of your head pressed to the monitor … your long brown hair cascading down over your shoulders… your skirt drawn up over your buttocks … your eyes closed in pleasure … at the gentle touch of the blondes left hand.

And she sees me … and puts a finger to her lips, indicating I should stay quiet. So, I do so … and, continue to watch … as you sigh with pleasure … at the blondes intimate caress.



And, I slowly step backwards, away from the room:

I close the door with a smile and leave you, ‘to work,’

‘Did I think of you last night? A bedtime scenario…
15:16 Oct 05 2006
Times Read: 1,275






We stand, looking at one another…

Then we embrace before sharing a long-lingering kiss, as my hands cup your buttocks, pulling you closer toward me.

As the kiss continues I say to you, “Can you feel my arousal?”

You can, as my hardness is felt against your belly.

“Can you feel mine?” You ask in return, taking my left hand and guiding it between your legs, where I find your silk panties wet, hot.

You move your lips to my shoulder as I cup you with my hand.

As I rub you through the damp silk, you bite at my shoulder, your teeth biting my flesh, drawing a blood, as your canine puncture the skin.

And drawing back from me, you smile as I moan.

" I think of you often, Neil" You tell me, cupping my chin, lifting my face to yours, and taking my lips, you stroke my chest as you kiss me, your lipstick smeared, my blood on your chin.

And, as we hold hands, you feel me move your silk panties aside, to slide my hand inside and my fingers enter your wetness.

"Oh that's nice," I murmur, as I withdraw my fingers, to taste you.

And, I kneel between you legs; your panties aside at the crotch.

I lean forward... and begin to lap at your closed folds, opening then with my tongue.

You open easily with my oral caress, as I inhale your musky charms, licking softly, tonguing deeply... searching, seeking to arouse you further; and then...

I begin to tease your clitoris with little flicks of the tip of my tongue; moistening you further and I take pleasure in your sighs; as your hand holding mine tightens its grip a little...

You moan, grabbing a handful of my hair.

"Neil.." you sigh, watching as I lap at you... the scent a musky sweet..

And you open your legs a little, moaning as my tongue slides deep into your hot wetness...

You breath deeply as a climax closes upon you..

And as your legs tremble, I hold your thighs, as I continue my ministrations, as I endeavour to bring you to orgasm.

"Ahhhh..." you moan, to my pleasure, as you fall backwards to the bed, and I continue to lap at your open sex, sweet liquid coating the lower half of my face.

Finally, I sit back onto my haunches, as your breathing slows and little.

"Turn over," I tell you... "I want you from behind..."

Feigning submission, a moment, you turn and bend over the bed: and I can't help but smile, at the sight.

Looking over your shoulder, you see me smile, my chin coated with my juices. You feel me move between your legs, and you turn back to face forward.

My hand goes to the centre of my back and you push me down on the bed.

"Stay Kate. I am going to...

Kneeling behind you, I part your folds and ease my hard self into your velvety warmth, holding your hips; I begin to ease very slowly, in and out...

And I lean forward, to kiss your back, caressing your flesh... and I pump in ...and out, increasing my speed... murmuring, "Ah man, I don't want this to end..."

Your hands dig into the duvet, and you start to moan as I fill you... hearing my words, feeling my lips, my hands: and you throw my head back and scream... your walls around me and wet heat flows out of you as I slide into you softly ...

"I don’t want it to end either.. " you moan, pushing your hips back, as your body enjoys mine; and my pace increases, as does my breathing.

I am near climax, I know: and with sweat dripping from my forehead I thrust harder, as I try to get deeper, into you.

I want to satisfy you, but I want to cum: and I continue to pump my hips, driving my length back and forth.

Your hands slam down on the bed, shoving your hips back against my belly, as I increase speed, aware that I am close: and you scream as my hard cock slams deeper into you; and you tighten around me, as you climax, reaching back to slap my ass.. "Come Neil" You order....

I hardly need to be told. But hold off though a while, just awhile longer; as I still my movements, just to enjoy being deep inside you, inside your welcoming cunt; and you groan, arching your back, thrusting yourself back to me.

I hold your hips tight... tighter, as my climax begins... which spreads outward, as I shoot my seed within... becoming such much more than a climax, such is its intensity and I am awed by my all ~ encompassing powerful orgasm...

"Kate.. this is ... goood," I cry aloud.

I feel you tighten around me, moaning as a small climax surges through you at the last; and you lower your head on the bed, breathing hard, feeling my hands stroking your back, your hips; my lips at the back of my neck...

You sigh, turning your face so we can kiss. You kiss me softly, stroking my cheek, staring into my eyes, as you, "I have missed you... missed this... missed us."

On shaky legs, I help you into my bed, holding you tight; whilst with my free hand I caress your perspiration-covered body.

I smile and say to you ~ "I do hope it'll be this good again?"

You curl into my body, wanting to sleep with me; kissing my lips, watching my hands move along your wet body, as you stroke my chest, kissing my chest.

"I hope so,” you say to me. “It will just take us making time for each other.”

Querulous conversation, overheard
23:43 Oct 04 2006
Times Read: 1,278






“Should have known…”

“Huh?”

“Well look… I should’ve known there was a problem the first time I met him…”

“Okay, why?”

“Well, he had one of those tubigrip on the third finger of his right hand.”

“So, had he sprained it, or something?”

“Duh! …thig is, he’d worn it on every date, for two months…”

“And? Go on, go on?”

“Well …one morning, after he’d stayed over, he got up first to go use the shower…”

“Uh-huh?”

“Well I decided it’d be a nice surprise for him if I joined him …so, without a stitch on, I go down the hall, open the bathroom door, pull the shower curtain back to join him. You know? An he didn’t hear me, ‘coz he was singing …he’s got a good voice…”

“Go on, you gotta finish?”

“Well, he didn’t have the tubigrp in…”

“Yes …and …?”

“But, he did have a wedding ring on.”

“Oh.”

The Galleon
14:07 Oct 01 2006
Times Read: 1,286

Time had frozen, slowed then rewound, as she had tottered on her high heels nearly halfway down the top deck of the bus, near where I sat alone.

Her heels had skittered slightly as the bus started up; and, grasping a support pole, she swung into the empty place next to me on my seat, giggling girlishly.

Yet, this had been no girl; but instead, it was ‘The Galleon,’ an icon, whose attractive face brought back memories of my boyhood – of sitting with my parents whilst eating with them in the kitchen; and watching the passers-by through the living-rooms picture window, as was our wont.

Often a woman had passed, walking her dog, a slim tan and white short hair afghan hound. She had always taken long strides, her dog close at her side, her heels click-clicking on the pavement.

She had always walked with her back erect, her head held proud; the fine cotton print dresses, or skirts she wore billowing out as she walked.

“…she moves like a galleon” my Father had said one fine sunny afternoon, as he had stood looking out the living-room window, his hands clasped behind his back, a wistful expression on his face.

That day the lady had looked exceptional; long dark lustrous hair, free and wild: her white cotton dress’ skirt flowing outward.

And, in that moment I’d been able to see why he had called her a galleon, ‘The Galleon.’

My only disagreement with my Father’s allusion to a sailing ship was that I believed a woman of such elegance of movement was no cumbersome galleon, but rather a clipper ship in full sail, moving swiftly over the seas.

But, ‘The Galleon was what she had been named; and that name had stayed.

After all, the name had sounded appropriate… and, just right, really.

Bungalow Dreams
00:04 Oct 01 2006
Times Read: 1,264

Bungalow Dreams



I’ve awakened and I check it’s still there; light a smoke; drink some of my cold Earl Grey and look at the clock in the gloom of the bedroom... it’s two in the morning and I’m aware that I should still be asleep.

The duvet had been pulled down and you are naked, as I am, above me, looking down. And, I look at your face, and... You have beautiful eyes... and I can easily read the message in them... of lust. Yet, we live in a bungalow, with my room is at the side; on the driveway side; and briefly I wonder how you got past the gate, as I look up at you.

“Oh, how I’ve looked forward to seeing you,” I tell you.

And blushing... you bite your lower lip and lower your lower body downward to lie on me, your legs open for me to slide between.

Your hands are at the sides of my head and you keep your face just above mine.

You whisper... "Thank you… you have a beautiful chest..."

And you lower your body till your breast just touches my chest, your eyes darkening as you laugh... and move your face to my neck as you lower your body onto mine.

And, your hands move into my hair as you bring your lips to my ear...

"This could get ...personal," you whisper, your words a sibilant hiss, as you move your lips to the tender skin under my ear, kissing softly; and your breath is warm on my flesh... and my hands clutch at you, as I sigh through pleasure, with eyes closed.

And, as I stroke the curve of your butt, you lick the skin along my jaw, the stubble pricking your tongue... and you blow your hot breath on the wet skin.

Our bodies are hot, and your hands move in my hair to tug your head to the side, baring your neck to your lips.

You kiss my neck...from the jaw downward... to your collar bone… where you bite the skin a little... and your voice deeper then before... you ask…

"Sure you want to start this? "

My eyes open now, I pull you to me, tightly... your body against mine... and your lips scant millimeters away from ear, I tell you, "Yes, I am sure."

You wiggle your hips, and I feel the heat between your legs, as you turn your face so our lips are just a breath away. My breath floats over you, as you look me in the eyes and say.,. " I was hoping you would say that"

You take that extra millimeter and place your lips on mine and a soft moan escapes my mouth... floating into yours as I open your lips.

My tongue enters your mouth and you bring me forward as our tongues twist... tasting each other... as your hands tighten their hold: and, my breathing deepens...

as I seek your mouth with mine ~ our bodies sleek with perspiration, my mind filled with desire, for you...

And, as you could feel my obvious arousal, I gently suck at one erect nipple, then the other... seeking to please you, as you please me.

You use your hold on my hair to pull yourself up a little, sliding our hips against each other as you move your mouth even with mine.

Your hands run through my hair as you take my tongue into your mouth sucking it hard, as your hips move from side to side... with your feet moving against my ankles as I feel my desire build...

You end the kiss, sucking my tongue as you let it go... and I’m lifting my head back, throat bare as I take in a deep breath..

And, you smile, looking down at me as you say in your country accent "You sure took your time with the invite... I have wanted you for weeks..."

I arch my back, pushing my hips into yours, bringing my upper body up as I move your hands to the pillow, one at each side of my head...

Your breasts swaying as you moan, your stomach finds my cock, circumcised, hard and warm to your touch.

I throb with desire as your fingers grasp me, stroking slowly back and forth.

And I caress you thighs, from the outside, inward, taking pleasure in learning that you're as turned on as I am ~ as I feel your wetness.

And, I trace delicate fingers upward with my right hand, as I seek your lips once more... "You're wet," I say, stating the obvious... as my middle finger enters you, curling in and up... and the scent of your arousal fills the air and my nostrils...

as it slides in and out... and I want to taste you, I decide... you smell, divine.

Your moans echo from the walls. You take one hand into my hair, holding my face to your nipples, shifting your body between my legs; as you play with my hair, and watch as my lips suck at your breast, getting more and more aroused.

You tug on my hair and I release your nipple with a small bite.

You take my bottom lip in your teeth and bite a little... then stroke the pain away with your tongue.... as your hand moves out of my hair... down the side of my neck, shoulder and chest.

Your hand moves down the side of my hip, and reaches for my cock...

And, you are already moist to the touch; and your folds part easily at your touch; and you moan gently, as I begin to thrust three fingers back and forth... my thumb brushing against your clit as I do.

And, with my left hand I caress your face, then your lips; as I lean toward you ~ seeking your lips with mine... as you feel my arousal against your thigh.

And you gasp, eyes wide, for a moment, as you feel me pleasure you... a crest of pleasure rising within you... and, we kiss, tongues entwined... with our eyes closed, to the rest of the room, to the rest of the world.

And I gasp, eyes wide, for a moment, as you take hold of my tumescent flesh... saying to me, "I want you..."

“And I want you Kate,” I assure you with urgency in my voice, as I speak: as my fingers continue to piston on and out.

And, as I kiss you and feel your hips move, as you try to take my finger deeper into your wetness, we kiss and you let out a small sound of pleasure as I finger you…

And you increase your stroking on my hard cock... as you end the kiss, moving your lips to my ear as you speak, hot breath on my skin... taking your hand to the tip of my cock, and moving your hand so you can rub the tip with just your palm…

"And you are very hard."

You lay backward, and we shift in my bed till you are lying on your back. You run your hands into through my hair and pull your lips to yours for a kiss, as I lean over you, the heat of our bodies adding to the heat of the room.

Your scent mixing with mine... filling the room.

And, your breasts flatten as I lean onto you, my cock at your thigh....

You close you eyes, arching your back as I stroke you, using my fingers to start another build up. Then you turn to me, taking your top leg up over my hip.

And as you stroke my chest, pumping my hard flesh, you smile as you ask:

"Will you cum for me? "

I stroke you face with my left hand, as I withdraw my fingers, which I taste, offering them to you after me.

And, you take hold of me, as I kiss at your neck, pumping my flesh faster; as I gasp to your ear: “I’ll cum for you Kate. Will you cum for me?”

And breathless, you add, “I’ll do anything… just … make me cum… please?”

I know you want to taste me… as I taste you… but, for that moment, you want to lie, docile and cum, to order… and a soft scream comes from you, letting me know you have climaxed, as I feel a wet heat cover my fingers as you tighten your hold on my swollen cock.



Putting my lips to yours for a deep kiss, I start to stroke you again… taking your tongue into my mouth and biting it a little.

Our kiss ends and you moan, as I use my thumb on your clit... the flesh around your sex and pubic hair wet from your desire.

You draw your lips along my jawline, along my neck as I pump you harder, moving your hand out of my hair and over to my chest.

And, you close your eyes, arching your back as I stroke you, using my fingers to start another build up.

You turn to you, facing me: and, eyes wide with lust, you bring your top leg up over my hip, stroking my chest, pumping me... and you smile.

"Will you cum for me? " You ask, as I continue to drive my fingers back and forth and the crest of orgasm rises within you.

And you watch as I draw those slick-fingers out from you and suck at the fingertips; hoping your unasked question doesn't need to be asked... But, you ask anyway... in a low, breathless voice: "Will you slide it in me? And can I hold you, when you're in me and I... cum again?"

I lick the viscous liquid from my fingers... its salty and hot… and I like the taste.

"I want to taste your cum," I say to you, as I take the fingers in my mouth and suck slow, as you take my free hand to join yours at my cock…



And I sigh; as I waken properly this time; my hand sticky with the remains of my thoughts on a conversation shared.