After an entire week of separation due to a business trip, my over-active libido was absolutely out of control. Fortunately my husband knew it and flew home in the middle of the day Friday instead of that evening. Yet that wasn't enough, and we couldn't wait until we got home . . .
He bites one cheek, then the other, and then tastes my hole. I can tell he means to go slow, but we're both too hungry. I push back onto his scruffy face and he darts his tongue into me.
His delicious obsession with the ring of coarse black hair around my sphincter, its feel on his tongue and the sight of black strands plastered along the girth of his big pink dick on each withdrawal; my stoic love now wraps these intangibles in words rumbled hoarsely into my ear. And I am fucked at both ends; my ass with his glorious cock, my mind with his rich baritone.
"Owning you with every..." I try to think of a good one.
"Thrust" , he comes in with another line. "I conquer you and you fall down" How can those words be his? I'm accually burning up right now.
Jake learns the hard way that sex is never really just about sex as he and Brett get more personal ....... Haley gets a rival and Kayla does something she never thought she would do.......
our bodies were covered in a sheen of sweat, Stan pushing his pelvis up to meet my thrusts. We were like wild animals, each trying to get deeper, fucking harder. I don't remember it happening, but suddenly I was on my back and Stan was riding my cock sitting astride my hips. His motions became a blur as his hips and anus fucked the cock inside him.
I was at a business conference in Atlanta Georgia the first time I heard his deep, hardy laugh and it rocked me to my core. Who was that? The unidentified laughter continued. He sounded like he was singing a song.
He's the most handsome man I've ever seen; a little taller than me, maybe six feet, slim to thin, with wiry muscled arms, blond hair with lighter streaks on top, a golden mustache and goatee, both neatly trimmed. Golden curls spilled over the neck of his Tee-shirt, and a well worn and faded pair of 501 jeans were drawn tight over his high, round little butt.
Matt is a popular jock who has everything going for him until he loses his memory and now he has to try to live a life that doesn't feel like his own anymore.
The majority of this story is fiction, however everything up to the break, indicated by the row of asterisks, is completely true. I have not used real names or locations of course, but the teller is me and the other guy certainly does exist.
"I want inside you, I want that sweet hole of yours Grant," I answered honestly.
"Take me, do with me what you want. I'm all yours Smiles," he said giving himself to me totally.
It felt so damn good to be holding a man in my arms. Hard muscles, firm heavy body, all those manly smells and taste ... Uuumm ... I loved the very being of a man, of him ... My Tommy.
Does he know? What he did to me? How he made me feel? Does he? I wanted to tell him, but I didn't want to look pathetic or weak. I needed to be strong for myself - but vulnerable.
And now you're mine. Rest with your dream in my dream.
Love and pain and work should all sleep, now.
The night turns on its invisible wheels,
and you are pure beside me as sleeping amber.
Lance immediately set the bottle down and removed his ponytail band. He slowly shook out his mane and unbuttoned his shirt so Frankie could see his chest hair as well.
REVISED AND EDITED***
The first person I saw was Ben Barton, my childhood best friend and constant companion. Even as a grown man I have never loved anyone like I love Benny.