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He poured the wine into the pan, steam rising in the air. He was cooking her dinner, and she found it to be one of the sexiest things in the world. He wore tuxedo trousers, a dress white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to keep them cleaned, showed off his dark skin. She took in the aroma of the food and spices, feeling the heat from the stove and oven. The music he listens to as he creates their meals floated around them, making her think of a buffer from the outside world. Watching as he chopped, his strong hands moving with skill- with a gently touch that she would love to have used on her body. To her he was pure sin. And what is life without sin?

Sipping her wine, she watched as he deglazed the pan, adding his touches. For over an hour, she has been watching him cook, sitting on the barstool, joking and talking as old friends do. Mostly she has been fighting off the desire not to walk over to him and just pushing him backward to the counter and taking his lips in a deep kiss…. Smiling, she drinks more of the wine, keeping her passionate desire to herself. He moved to take a drink of his own wine, and she watched as he swallowed, his throat working…how he enjoyed the simple pleasure of its taste. Sensual. That is the word she been looking for all night. From how he handle the food with those strong sure hands, to his desire to please her taste buds- his very being was sensual to her.

As they talked, she enjoyed the yummiest thing in this kitchen. Him. Even a five star meal could not compete. He removed the strawberries from the refrigerator as they talked, and she turned in her barstool as he brought her a strawberry. She takes one from the bowl, and he walks back to finish the dinner. She smiles, thinking he has no idea what she desired to do at that moment. She bites into the ripe strawberry, letting her fantasy fill her mind…

She scoots forward in the barstool, pulling up the hem of her black dress, showing him the black garter and silk hose. She wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him between her legs. He lifts the strawberry above her, and she reaches up to take it into her mouth, biting just below his fingers. She would close her eyes at the sweet taste, with just a tang of sour. With his scent, his heat between her thighs, she would chew, moving her hands around his waist to cup his butt… then open her eyes, to see his dark eyes on her mouth, watching her. She brings her tongue tip out and licks her lips, moving her hands back up to his waist. She smiles up to him as her hands move to the front of his waist…..

“Katie?” She snaps back to the here and now, and found him cutting some cheese. “Try this.” She took the small piece, and taking a bite, thinking it was going to be a long night.



Copyright: SKW 2006

He led her into the bedroom by her hand, and shut the door after she walked in. She glanced around to see candles everywhere in the room. Soft music played on the stereo, the music adding to the romantic mood he went out of his way to set. She let his hand go, walking toward the bed as she notice the long dark gray silk gown. She picked it up, the overlay of black lace on the breast area adding a soft touch to the stark color. “I have waited to see you wearing that.” He said softly, bringing his hands up to her shoulders as he walked up from behind her. She moved her head to the right as his lips trailed over her neck on the left side, bearing her body to his touch. She closed her eyes as he moved his hands down her back and around her waist. A small bite to the top of her collarbone and she gasp. He kisses the spot to ease the little pain he caused. This is what would make him a wonderful lover- he cared what the woman he was with felt. She step to the side and he let his hands fall away as she headed to the bathroom. He stood, watching her body move, her hips sway in the black dress, black hose and heels. She looked back over her shoulder before she closed the door, the diamonds at her ears sparkle in the candlelit he had filled the small bathroom with as well.

He let out a breath, and started to undress. He knew she would be more comfortable if he was in the bed, undress when she returned. For all her brazen flirting- he knew she was a lady at heart. He undressed, his nice clothing folded and placed on the chair. He pulled back the bedspread and climb in, covering himself, and leaning back to listen to the music. Slow soft voices filled the room, and he took several deep breaths as he listens to her move around the bathroom. He open his eyes as the door open, and she stood there, the soft candlelight from behind her giving him a view of her shape in the clinging gown. Her pale skin was glowing in the light. She rubbed her hands down the sides of the gown, looking away from his eyes. She was nervous about him seeing her this way. He smiled, and held out his hand. “You are beautiful. Will you come to me?” She smiled, and walked forward, her bare feet sinking into the soft carpet. She came to the side of the bed he was laying on and gave him her hand. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed her palm. She smiled, and he knew she was relaxing with his touch. She bites her lip as his lips flowed to her wrist, up the inside of her arm, as he pulled her closer to him with each kiss.

She was leaning against the bed when he cupped the back of her neck, pulling her to him as he lean over to take her lips in a kiss. Soft at the beginning, she added her tongue and, in that instant, the kiss became more demanding. She leans into him, and he snuck his arms around her body and pulled her onto the bed, beside him. His long black hair flowed around them as he took his time kissing her. He learned of her taste, her heat. He played with her, stroking her tongue, the top of her mouth. A slow lick underneath her tongue and she gasp and pulled his lips away with fists full of his hair. She opens her eyes, her brown eyes dark with desire, her chest moving with each deep breath, the red gloss she had been wearing all night gone from her slightly swollen lips. He ran his hands around her waist, learning her body as he held his chest up off hers with his elbows. She moved one hand out of his hair, and caresses his check, stares into his dark eyes. Looking into each other’s eyes, he moved his arms to wrap around her. She gasps as he rolled them, moving her on top of him. He was giving her the upper hand, control of were she wanted this to go, and she gave him a kiss to his lips to thank him. She licked his lips, and he let out a small moan of need. She moved her lips to his ear and enjoyed licking, sucking, and biting his earlobe. His hands tighten on her waist as she did this, and she felt his body harden with his need. She moved her lips across his face, letting his facial hair rub her checks as she moved to his other earlobe, repeating the action. When she lowers her lips to bite at his neck, she moaned as he cupped her ass in his hands. He rolled them, blankets tangled, she watched as he took in a deep breath. He opens his eyes and looked down into hers. She knew he was waiting for her signal… She moved her hand to the thin strap on her shoulder and lower it... baring her right breast, his eyes following the cloth as it lower down her body. He followed her hand as she slowly pulled off the other one to bare her chest to his eyes. His eyes, not his voice, told her she was beautiful to him. She lifted her hips and she pushed the silk off her body, and down her legs. As the gown reached as far as she could go, he helped her, kicking the blanket and sheet off his body as well. He pulled the gown off her body as she lifted her legs. He drops the gown to the side of the bed, and looked back to her. She moved her hands to his chest and she stroke his chest hair as she open her legs a little, biting her lip with her sharp white teeth. He moved a hand to her calf and rub his hand slowly up her soft pale skin… over her knee, up to the inside of her thigh, and upward. She arched her back as he cupped her curly black hair, and strokes her…his lips moving to hers. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he used his thumb to rub her softly, finding and baring her nub to his touch. She screamed into his mouth as her body reacted to his stroking... and she thrust her tongue into his mouth…her hands pulling his hair... He knew what she was demanding... and he moved first one finger then another into her wet hot body to stroke her, preparing her to take him inside her. She let out a sharp gasp, and pulled her lips away from his, her breathing sharp and hard, her hips lifting up to request more. He speed up, and she open her eyes as her body climax, looking into his eyes as his fingers found hot wetness coating them. Her scent filled his senses, and he lean back to her for a kiss... hot, wet, demanding as she grasp his hair to hold him to her. She thrust her tongue back into his mouth and he moaned into her mouth as she sucked his tongue... her hip thrusting up, his fingers still bury deep in her hot velvet wetness. He pulls his hand away and wetness flowed from her. Wiping his hand on the sheet as he moved to lie between her legs, her legs bending to hold is hips tight. He knew she was ready to be his, to be taken, but he put his body in check. This meant more to him… He raised himself up on his hand, and his hips, his arousal shaft rubbed her hot wetness. She let out a soft cry, her eyes closing as her mouth open. He took his fingers to her lips, and stroke them, seeing were his mustache had rub her soft skin. She opens her eyes and looked up into his as he trailed the finger down her chin, over her neck, and to her breast. She moved her feet, rubbing his calves as he cupped one breast and licked at the nipple… Her hands bury in his long hair, as she called out his name- her voice a breathless demand. He used his mustache, and she gasp as the pleasure and pain, the sensations his touch brought to her. At her sounds, he knew he could not hold off any longer. A kiss to her lips, he moved a hand down to guide himself into her hot wet body. The sound she made as he enter her tight body- a cry of joy made him thrust hard into her. Her hands moved to his shoulders, her nails bite into his skin. He thrust again, and buried himself inside her, joined with her in the most scared way he could. They both held still, letting there bodies adjust to each other. She felt full, a pleasant stretch at his size, his breath fanning her face, his long black hair brushing her. He felt her heat, how she tightens around him as she tried to adjust to his size. He felt like she was a fire, and he wanted her to burn him even more…

He spoke to her, his voice soft, almost lost in the music playing. “Give me your hands lover” She open her eyes and looked up at him, and he say the trust, the need for him. She moved her hands down his arms, and he took them in his, lowering his upper body to hers. He moved her hands to the side of her face, his lips to hers, as his hips started a slow pace. She moaned into his mouth, and he deepened the kiss as her body tightens around him. Her legs came up to wrap just below his butt as he speed his hips up, moving his legs apart to get better grip on the bed, using more of his legs.. She ended the kiss by turning her head, her panting adding to his... Her hands tighten as well as her velvet walls as she screamed out at her first climax. He smiled, and kissed at her neck. She spoke his name as he moved his hips from side to side as he thrust in and out, adding to her heat, her desire. She lifted her hips a little and he held on, moving his hands downward to hold her hips, cupping her ass... as he lost control over his body. Her hands went around his waist as he started to thrust madly, and the bed rocked as he claimed her as his. He felt her nails on his back, her scream filled the room, and he moved his hands to lift his body up off her chest. As he speed toward his release, he watched as her breast bounced up and down with his thrusting. He grunted as she arched her back, her hips moving against his, meeting his thrust with her own. She opens her eyes, and moved a hand into his hair, pulling his lips to her for a deep kiss. “Give yourself to me... mark me as yours.” she whispers. He grunted, and with several deep hard thrust, with her scream in his ears, he did as she requested of him. He grunted as he filled her body with his seed, thrusting those last few times to release his cum. He felt her body cushion his as he landed on top of her. Neither could speak, nor barely breathe. He felt her lips at his neck, and he used the last bit of strength he had left to roll them, her soft body on top of his, his arms around her, as they listen to the music.



Copyright: SKW 2006

He watched as she walked toward the picnic table, her curvy body a sight to see. Sitting at his own table, he glanced back down to the newspaper he was reading. A hot summer day, and both were enjoying the weather. He glanced up as a car drove by, flipping the newspaper page, glancing over as the woman sat in the shade of a tree at another picnic table. She pulled out a sandwich, napkin, and a bottle of water. He smiled- seeing the smile that came over her face as she ate the first bite. He knew she enjoyed her food, as she had all the right curves a woman should have.

He went back to his newspaper as the birds chirp, and the hot air moved over his body. After reading the international news, he glanced up to see her packing away her trash. She pulled out a candy bar as he flips to the next section of the newspaper. He could swear he heard her purr of pleasure as she tore into her treat. He gave a low laugh as she found the candy bar melted from the heat, her face was priceless. As she licked her fingers of melted chocolate, she caught his total attention.

Her tongue tip licked at her fingers as she open the wrapper. She smiled, enjoying the game of eating the messy treat. She bites into the candy, and she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. He licked his own lips as she did hers, taking the last of the melted chocolate off her mouth. He shifted as she tore the wrapper more and he watched as her tongue lapped at the wrapper. She smiled as she used a finger to remove the chocolate off her chin, and he gave a low moan as she sucked her fingertips.. Her face a picture of pure bless. He felt his pants tighten as her actions brought up what he would like her to do with that mouth.

She bites into the candy bar, and the tip of her tongue came out to lap at the remaining candy... licking the melted chocolate off the cookie center. She slips the candy in her mouth, sucking the melted chocolate off as she brought it out of her mouth. She closed her eyes again as she ate the candy, moving a hand to rub her thigh... Oh, man. He turned away. Taking a breath...and looked back to see she had moved on to her last bite. She took the candy just below her nose and sniffed, enjoying the scent of the sweet. She removed the last bite out of the wrapper and her tongue came out to lick the wrapper clean. Slowly she lap at the paper, taking care to get every inch... a woman could do wonders with that tongue... He moans as she raised the last bite, lifted her head up, and then took the last bite into her mouth as she released a rich sexy laughter. Her eyes closed again as she enjoyed the last of her treat... her fingers sucked to remove the last drop off them. She sat, eyes closed, and he could not help but think what else would give her that much pleasure. His body was willing to give her that much pleasure. To bring that look on her face.

He glanced down at his strain pants as she started to rise from the table. He heard her walking toward him and looked up to see she was at the trashcan next to his table. She smiled and he could not help but see the brown stain on the side of her check. “Nice day isn’t it?” she asked. “Yes. Nice.” She turned away, but he could not let her go... “Wait” She turned back to him. “You have something on your check...” He used his own finger to show her were on his face. She laughed, and wiped the area, and only spread the melted chocolate. He laughed, and she joined him. “I made it worst, didn’t I?” She walked over to him, taking her napkin and wetting it with the water drops off her water bottle. She handed him the damp napkin and bent down toward him. “Would you care to help me with this?”

He smiled, and told her he would love to... and sat upward, licking the sweet off her check. She turned her face, and they kissed. “Now that is what I call sweet” she told him, and pulled him to her for a deeper kiss.





lol... sorry but someone.. wink wink.. challenged me to write a story about a candy bar.



Copyright: SKW 2006

She sat alone in the upper class restaurant, in a corner booth. The white linen covered round table a setting of empty dishes. She sipped her whiskey, and watched the crowd. Then she spotted the white chefs hat. He was walking the tables, chatting, flirting. She smiled and took a drink, thinking this man was the creator of her wonderful meal. He paused, and glances her way. She raised her glass as a thank you and smiled at the chef.

Ending his chat, he came to her table. She sat up, slipping her heels back on even though the tablecloth draped to the floor in front of the table. “Hello” he spoke in that sexy voice. Damn a man that can cook, and be that sexy... so unfair. “Hello. I enjoyed the meal. Very...” and she could not help it... “sensual.” That made him smile.

“Mind if I join you?” Ok now he called her bluff... she took her drink, and moved to make room for him. A second after he sat, a server came to him. He took the drink, the ice cubes clicking the glass. As the server, left he turned back to her, and she cleared her throat, nervous. What do you talk to a chef about? How to make a good bologna sandwich? She smiles, thinking her mind will soooo get her in trouble... She turned toward him, trying to think of something to say... that would make him....but her mind went blank as she watched him take a ice cube to his lips. She felt her body tighten, heating, as he took the ice cube and ran it slowly over his bottom lip, then the top... leaving a trail of water... he drop the ice cube in his mouth... and out came his tongue to lick his lips off... She closed her eyes, trying to get control over her body. Damn why did he have to go do that?

“You think my cooking is sensual?” He asked his voice better then any whiskey. Smooth and hot... wet. Heating her up from the inside out. “Yes. Very.” He takes another ice cube and leans into her...and she felt the coldness at her knee. She gasps, and grip at his arm... “What are you doing?” she asked, stun, the ice melting thru her silk hose. “Just relax, no one can see...” She looked into his eyes as he took the ice up her knee, opening her legs a little, he moved the melting wet coldness up her leg... finding the band of her thigh high hose... He moved his upper body to lean over hers... pressing his chest into her breast... she could not keep a moan from escaping her lips as her ran a cold wet finger under the band, then moved his cold wet hand, leaving a trail of water behind for her hot body to warm. He spoke into her ear... in French. She bites her lip, and ran her hand down his arm... She moved his hand inward, her dress bunching up as she led his hand to her hot wetness. He gave his own low moan of pleasure as he found her hot and wet thru her panties... She looks up and smiles at him. She is surprised her voice still works as she says in a breathless voice... “I was going to order dessert...” He laughs, and slips his fingers into her wetness... the ice cube a shocking coldness in the heat. She gasp, her mouth open in a perfect O as it melted... the sensations of cold and heat... of him leaning into her.. His voice at her ear speaking French. Her body taking the coldness further in as he pushes his fingers in deeper... She bites her lips and closes her eyes, her hand tighten on his arm as she climaxes.

She feels her heat float over his fingers... the coldness gone. He held her, letting her enjoy her pleasure. She opens her eyes and he kisses her mouth softly. He pulls away and she lets him go, pulling her dress down and trying to catch her breath. He holds up a hand and a server appears at the table. “Two orders of éclairs and strawberries to go” The chef turns back to her and takes the napkin to wipe his fingers. “Dessert is not finished yet, my lady. I believe you feeding me strawberies as the sun raises is in order” She reaches over and takes a hand to his thigh... and slowly takes it up as she reaches over and takes a ice cube from his drink. She recopies his move... over her lips... but she lifts it above her lips, tilting her neck back and letting the melting water drip into her open mouth. She cups him between the legs... thinking nice... as she takes the ice cube to her lips and, looking toward him, makes the move to suck the ice cube into her mouth like she was sucking a straw. She put her hand on his chest as he lean over toward her... but the server step up at the same time with a white bakery box, stopping what ever he had planned to do with her. She almost cokes on the ice cube as he pulls her out of the booth by the hand he moves off his hard cock. “But I haven’t paid my bill yet...” He tells the server to put the dinner on his tab, as he picks up the bakery box by the string. Pulling her to stand in front of him, he guides them out of the restaurant.



Copyright: SKW 2006

She felt him slide into her bed, the satin sheets lifted from her body. He slowly stokes his hand down her bare back, and rubs his check against the back of her neck. His stubble scratches the one spot on her body that turns her on the most. She purrs...and rolls over to her back. He moves a knee between her legs and she opens for him... and reaches out to hold his shoulders. She opens her eyes but the room is dark, and he remains unseen.

She runs her hands thru his hair as he lowers his body down hers, to her chest. He rubs his check over her right nipple, and the stubble makes her body heat even more..... she never tries to bit back her moan, her legs coming up to hold his hips... She whispers out his name...and he speaks hers in that sexy voice she loves. She takes a deep hard breath as he bites the side of her breast... Her hips lift in a demand of satisfaction.

Nevertheless, he makes her wait. He moves upward, kissing her chest, her shoulder and brings his lips to her earlobe. She holds him, her legs moving to pull him into her, taking in his scent, his body heat. She feels the bond she has with this man. He knows her, what makes her cry, makes her happy.

She lets out a sound that lets him know of her need, a cross between a moan and a growl... She calls out his name again. He speaks her name...and bites her earlobe with his teeth...and she screams as her body climax. Her body explodes into a burst of heat and pleasure. A small release of the desire he has slowly built up in her body these last few weeks. She smiles and tries to catch her breath as she puts her face into his neck, feeling close to him, safe. Stun at how he can make her body react with just his words, and bites.

He whisper her name one last time...”Katie” then he is gone...her dream lover.



She wakes slowly, letting her dream linger. She reaches for her phone and calls him. She leaves a voicemail, not saying what she really wanted. She ends the call, his voice on his greeting still making her wanting him. As she kicks off the sheets, she thinks of just how cold of a shower she would have to take to cool off... and laughs. Damn bite button.



Copyright: SKW 2006