Archive for the ‘true stories’ Category

Moist cave of love

Monday, April 14th, 2008

Once again nature had turned the struggle between two attractive
adults into the cavorting dance created by God for their
pleasure, and His, no doubt.

The superb rock-hard, yet sensitive penis meeting its passionate
equal in the exquisitely soft and sensitive, gloriously
seductive, warm and lusciously moist cave of love, the female
vagina. For more than twenty minutes this dance of life
continued, the participating couple oblivious the everything, but
each other, and the amazing activities of their bodies, no longer
in their control. All they could do was cling to each other in
rapture. His arms strongly encircled her lovely body, drawing it
closer and closer while she reached out to enfold him.
Desperately seeking to be one she arched her beautiful shapely
legs around his back alternatingly nearly crushing Jim and
relieving the tension. All breathing and motion meshed together
as one unit. Sandy and Jim were one in the eyes of all. The
only deviation from the erotic rhythm of their pumping bodies was
the ever so slow increase in pulse.

Fighting the idea to enjoy sex

Wednesday, April 2nd, 2008

Sandy felt that the end was near. Her most frantic efforts seemed
futile, her most vehement objections, in vain. She fought the
idea to relax and enjoy the fucking. But struggling was useless.
With her strength ebbing, she hesitated.

The turgid and unyielding shaft, mistakenly interpreting the
pause as submission, elatedly with his conquest, stopped his
stubborn laboring. For a brief second he retraced his path
toward the outside world again, but before completely removing
himself, once again began his relentless fight for home.

Muffled gasps

Friday, February 29th, 2008

As she broke away once again she cried, “That’s not your finger!”
“No, it is something even better,” he answered as his swollen,
rigid tool, measuring nearly three inches in diameter steadied on
course.

Frantically she tried to extricate herself from the weight of Jim
and the pinioning effect of the monstrous steel rod, the ruby red
head firmly lodged in place. Her desperate struggles were easily
contained by the advantage of position and weight and with each
movement to free herself of the rigid pole pulsing with blood and
lust the stark penis seemed to creep in slightly. A cry of rage
and dismay nearly escaped Sandy lovely lips, but a hastily place,
yet passionate, kiss muffled any further outcry.

This was not what she had wanted or expected, yet there was no
pain. A friendly and kindly path had been prescribed. Her
honey-juices, so amiably and free flowing minutes ago, did not
seem to wish to subside. A strange feeling, nearly released
twice before, moments ago, seemed to be taking over her body.
Not only was she being forcibly raped by a friend, but her body
was giving up the fight. Inch by inch the magnificent stallion
of a phallus surged forward to the task at hand as her muffled
gasps became quieter and less violent.

Licking Her Blossom

Sunday, February 24th, 2008

But eventually it moved. Cautiously at first, and then with
vigour. The hint as to what dwelt beneath was too much for the
heavily breathing beauty. As Jim’s hand brought forth stronger
and stronger sensations she traced the ever-growing swelling. It
promised to be of enormous proportions. She slowly unzipped and
unbuckled his pants. As he rose slightly to assist her in her
endeavors she pulled down both his trousers and underwear at the
same time. But before she could seek out the article of interest
the first wave of orgasm enveloped her. All she could do was
reach for Jim, to pull him to her, to hold him close.

As the waves passed, a huge sign of relief escaped Sandy’s lips.
“God, that was good.” But before she could say more, Jim slipped
down and stuck his nose into Sandy’s moist, warm crotch. “Come
up here,” she said and tried to pull him back. But he was not to
be dissuaded. Skillfully his adroit tongue sought out the
blossom of release again. Her admonishments to join her were
abruptly curtailed when his sensitive wet tongue settled on her
clitoris again. As he delicately danced all around the passion
stalk occasionally darting up to the tip, then to retreat,
Sandy’s passion steadily boiled inside of her.

Grab her guts

Wednesday, February 13th, 2008

Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not
stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the
seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the
impenetrable fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her
furry triangle and delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were
more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a lovers touch.

Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim’s, by now, expert hand gentle
crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy’s panties and gentle
pulled them down.

As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of
him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted
her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in
practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had
happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not
reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself
to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just
allowed Jim’s hand to again search out the tempting warm spot
between Sandy’s legs.

Exploring Teen Body

Tuesday, January 15th, 2008

His hands felt around her waist and slowly began a sensuous trace
of her delightfully contoured bottom. He could feel each seam in
her underwear as he cautiously searched. As they forced their
way under her she involuntarily raised herself up. But he only
paused as his hands continued on their was down the back of
Sandy’s thighs. Then they returned along her side. Twice they
followed the same sensuous route. Then as one returned by the
same road the other crept lower to the hem of her knee-length
dress. As his hand lighted on her flawless knee, Sandy again
broke away from the kiss.

“No, Jim. You can’t do that.” “Yes, Sandy, I can. You cannot
do anything about it, except enjoy it. There is no room in this
car to do anything, but explore, so don’t worry.” “I…I don’t
think we should.” “All right, just a few brief moments. It
won’t hurt.”

Oversexed Body

Friday, December 14th, 2007

She uttered and nearly inaudible cry, one of anguish, possibly
pain, maybe one of passion. But her struggles to extricate
herself diminished slightly. Actually, they had only served to
enflame both of them up to that time. When she ceased her
struggles, Jim seemed to take over.

Gradually her snuggled closer to her. Her loose, flowing dress
allowed him to force his knees between her legs and apart a
little ways. The bulging mass between his legs desperately
searching for a safe haven.

Finally the kiss became too much. As they broke to allow the
breath of life to return, he slid down, quickly unbuttoning her
blouse. She was slow to recover and did not realize his actions
were more than a clumsy attempt to paw her breasts. Before she
knew it he had slipped open her blouse and had cupped each
luscious breast in his hands. His fingers searching for the
crown of beauty atop each lovely full breast. Her nipples were
unashamedly reaching out for him. As she tried to reach up to
grab his arms he slipped his hands underneath her bra and lifted
it above her full, ripe breasts. She clutched his wrists in
desperation and pulled them down, but this only allowed him to
firmly set his hot passionate mouth on one crown.

I love you

Monday, November 19th, 2007

At that instant Jim reached over to Sandy and placed his arms
around her shoulders. Sandy was totally unprepared for this.
“No, we can’t allow this to happen,” she said, with some alarm.
“Don’t say ‘we’, you may not want this to happen, but I do.”

With that he pulled her to him. The gear shift was decidedly in
the way, but he slid past it. Desperately he sought her lips.
“Sandy, I am going to kiss you and you cannot stop me. I have
longed to kiss you, but I have not wanted violence. But if I
must force you I will.”

Sandy had slid down in the seat trying to get away, but it only
allowed Jim to use his weight to hold her. His arms were now
firmly around her, pinning her upper arms to her side. As his
face came near to her, she turned her face away from him. “No!
Don’t, Jim.”

“Sandy! Look at me!” She stopped and turned her head. She
looked up at Jim with fear and anguish in her eyes, “I can’t let
you do it. I can’t live with it. Suppose someone comes by?”
“Sandy, I love you. Those things matter to me, but I do love
you, dearly. I have tried to express my love for you with
things, with notes, with spoken words. You acknowledge the fact
like it is a notice on the 6 o’clock news. ‘Interesting, but it
has nothing to do with me.’ Well, it does!”

With that he bent down and kissed her. She struggled to break
free, but he held her in a vise grip. Violently twisting her
face away she practically screamed, “This isn’t fair! Let me
go.” “No, Sandy, I have wanted to hold you close to me and kiss
you for longer than you could imagine. I shall not let this
moment pass.”
He reached up and held her face, twisting it around so he could
look deeply into her lusciously fierce blue eyes. “Sandy, I love
you, so very much I love you.” And he kissed her again.

I envy your husband

Sunday, November 4th, 2007

“Do you remember our talks about how women visualize male
gentleness and dominance, Sandy?” “Sure, but you never quite
understood what I was trying to say, Jim. The reason why women
perceive aggression, hopefully mild, as erotic and seductive is
that it cloaks their guilt, guilt fashioned by society’s
inhibitions on the sex act, particularly for women.” “No, I see
what you are saying and it is clear in your life isn’t it? You
find me interesting because I am a little different, I call it
gentle, you probably have other words for it. And then I hear
about your husband and your first husband. Don’t get me wrong, I
think very highly of your husband and even if I didn’t, because
he is your husband and you love him I am his Number Two fan. (My
envy of him will go unspoken!) It is just that you wished WE
could be back the was it was, “loving” each other platonically
and, of course we can’t, because of your guilt feelings and fear.
But that is not all that is not the same was it was.”

Hope for a nice sex

Tuesday, October 30th, 2007

It was for a Tuesday. They both hoped for a sunny day, as rain
would doom the experiment. But rain it did. It took all morning
for them to decide that it was still OK. The drive was
uneventful, lots of small, weather-type talk. Pleasantries. Jim
parked in the deserted lot at the park as the rain streamed down
the windshield. They unpacked their meager lunches and ate. The
silence wasn’t exactly deafening, but there was much of it. Then
they were finished.

After the trash was picked up they both sat back and looked at
each other. “Would that it was the way it was,” noted Sandy with
down-cast eyes.

Sensuality

Tuesday, October 23rd, 2007

Before the fateful Black Tuesday, when his life fell apart, he
had be able to perform a delightful massage on Sandy’s feet and
hands. The sensuality was so high for him that he about lost it
several times. And once, while having lunch in his car in the
rain he had massaged her back and gotten up the nerve to kiss the
nape of her neck. But no kisses in this strange relationship.
Sandy had allowed platonic hugs a three times, but her guilt made
them both uncomfortable. If he had not been made of sterner
stuff… well, that brings us to today.

Their relationship essentially ended on Black Tuesday, a day to
be forgotten, but to them will forever live. True after a few
weeks they had gotten up the nerve to have a platonic lunch and
once enjoyed a brief outing to the Wonder Bread Outlet store.
You say, “What?!” But the significance was not the location, but
the fact that they were alone together. That was like the first
unaided step to a paraplegic. This time they decided they could
handle a real lunch together.

Thirteen Dildo

Wednesday, August 29th, 2007

By now I was really pumping my dick and I was about to cum and
the girl told me to cum over to the bed and when I cum shoot all
over her tits and as I was pumping harder over her and she was really
sliding the toy we were both about ready to leave the planet.
I said,I am cumming and she gave me a better view of her tits and
I shot a giant load of cum all over her. She rubbed it into her tits
and rubbed some over her lips to taste this and she rubbed some over
the toy and continued to play and I was getting dressed she smiled
at me and said,”Isn’t that the best demo you have ever had”.
I smiled and said,”DAMM RIGHT, THE BEST……
I left the store with only the blond and the thirteen dildo on
my mind.

Dildo Masturbation Story

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

I was sitting in the corner naked and she was now naked laying on
the bed with her legs spread giving a perfect view of her natural
blond cunt and you could see the juices flowing.
She took the dildo and rubbed it all over her cunt and then proceeded
to put just the tip inside her. She told me she was thinking about
having my cock inside her. As I watched her play with the toy
it made my cock harder and I started rubbing it thinking about being
inside that hot pussy.
The girl then put at least half of the toy inside of her.
She said,”I am going to cum”. I told her to wait for me.
Moments passed…….
By now she had all thirteen inches inside of her and you could see
the juices all over the toy she really had it lubed up.

Sex Toy Orgasm

Wednesday, August 15th, 2007

By now she had all thirteen inches inside of her and you could see
the juices all over the toy she really had it lubed up.
By now I was really pumping my dick and I was about to cum and
the girl told me to cum over to the bed and when I cum shoot all
over her tits and as I was pumping harder over her and she was really
sliding the toy we were both about ready to leave the planet.
I said,I am cumming and she gave me a better view of her tits and
I shot a giant load of cum all over her. She rubbed it into her tits
and rubbed some over her lips to taste this and she rubbed some over
the toy and continued to play and I was getting dressed she smiled
at me and said,”Isn’t that the best demo you have ever had”.
I smiled and said,”DAMM RIGHT, THE BEST……
I left the store with only the blond and the thirteen dildo on
my mind.

Some smut poetry

Tuesday, August 7th, 2007

Archive-name: Poetry/anticip.txt
Archive-author: Ariel Witch
Archive-title: Anticipation

I have waited too long
for this moment, yet
I want it to be
quick and savage.
I am so hungry for you.
I want to feel
your warm, wet mouth
crushed against mine,
feel our tongues
dart and probe.
I want to love
your velvet skin
with my eager fingers,
trace the line of silken fur
from your chest to belly
with my tongue,
taste all your secret places,
take your warmth
into my mouth,
caress you with my lips.
I want you inside me
now now
so hard and fast
faster
faster
want to feel you deep inside me,
tear apart my very soul
with
your strength.

I am so hungry for you.