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To My Lover
I'm glad you've been thinking about me. I've been thinking about you. Me in thonged panties and short t-shirt. You behind me, laying down. Spooning. Soft touches that barely brush the skin. Feeling your warmth against my back and your breath against my neck - telling me how wonderful I feel. The hair on your legs slightly tickling the back of my thighs. But the warmth, oh the warmth. Your hands running over my smooth skin - up a leg to the thigh, over the belly and up to my breasts.
Cupping both hands around each breast and a thumb for each nipple. Rubbing and caressing - softly and slowly. We've got all the time in the world. Pushing my ass back against your body. I love the feel of your cock growing against my ass. A sweet kiss on the neck. I look over my shoulder at your smiling face. One, simple, reassuring smile. I bask in the comfort of your arms. Your loving embrace - I feel safe and comforted. The only movement comes from your hands and your mouth. You lightly kiss up the back of my neck. And to the side.
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An Interview With a Married Woman
The following is a transcript of a taped interview I had with a young woman, Judy, who consented to the interview when she learned, from a friend of a friend of a friend, that I wrote and edited erotic literature. The words are Judy's; I have only edited out those details necessary to preserve her privacy and I have reordered some of the paragraphs to avoid non-sequiturs and to improve readability. The details that have been edited are noted by [brackets].
The primary interview lasted nearly 2 hours and took place in a local restaurant on September 3, 1999, and a brief follow-up interview, to answer questions I had after reviewing the initial transcript, took place over the telephone on October 4, 1999.
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Shaving Her
Last week something happened that I had only dreamed of before. It started out as a normal weekend, but by Sunday, I would come to realize the true beauty of an older woman.
I like to consider myself a "normal" guy. I get laid as often as possible, and I am 100% sexual. Girls my age are beautiful, and their young hard bodies are hard to give up.
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How to Please a Woman
Sometimes I think guys just don't have a clue about a woman's body. Judging from what my past lovers have told me I would be right. After having sex with a girl a few times, I can usually have them cumming within two minutes of initiating sex. I have heard many stories about all the things that guys have to do to get a girl in the mood. The easiest way to get a girl in the mood is for her body to know that you have knowledge to make her cum like she has never cum before. Then it becomes a subconscious effort on the girl's part. You just touch her and she knows what is about to happen. The juices kick in and all that time that is spent on foreplay isn't needed. I am not saying don't have foreplay. It is a good thing. Caressing a woman's body is incredible; so is running your lips across it. There is nothing better than feeling a woman tremble at your touch. So do not stop the foreplay.
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Oral Sex
I'm serious, guys. Please get your significant other to read this; it is a surprise for you and your reading it will only ruin the sensuous gift in store for you!
Hey, guys, stop now if you're still reading!
Okay, are we alone? Here's what you are going to do to drive your man into ecstasy:
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Sexual Pleasure
He takes her into his bedroom and tells her to undress. He leaves, only to return with a bottle of champagne, glasses, and chocolate-covered strawberries. He begins to pour the champagne into the glasses, hands one to her, and begins to feed her the strawberries. She looks into his eyes and smiles, for she begins to feel the joy and passion that she knows this man will bring to her, heart, body, and soul. He looks at her and sees how much she truly loves him. After a few more strawberries and a few sips of the champagne, he removes the glass from her hand and positions her on the bed, flat on her back.
He begins to kiss her tenderly on her forehead, her cheeks, then her lips. As his tongue moves inside her mouth they begin to kiss each other passionately. Her heart begins to beat faster as her love for her man begins to flow through her body. She holds him ever so gently. He begins to kiss her neck and slowly moves down to her breasts. He places his hands on them and begins to caress them oh so softly, caressing her nipples until they are erect. He cups them both in his hand and begins to kiss and suck on them. She moans from the pleasure he is giving her. Between her legs she can feel the wetness that has already arisen within her from his touch. His hands move down to her pussy and he begins to play with her. He continues to kiss her moving slowly down her body to her pussy. Bringing her knees to an upright position, he begins to kiss, lick, and suck her pussy with his amazing tongue until she reaches an orgasm. Her body becomes so filled with sensation, that she whispers to him, "please baby, let me feel you inside me."
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The Virgin
The first class of the day was always the hardest. Joey was never able to get up and charged. It took too long to figure out where the hell he was and then to get his stuff together to even make the long trek to History 110. Rolling over in bed, Joey threw the blanket off and struggled to sit up. His roommate, Chris, was still asleep, the pillow over his head. What had he been thinking when he scheduled his classes? Going from high school to college was tougher than he thought. He stayed up too late partying with Chris, and never got up with the dawn the way he used to at home. But then again, he didn't stay up till 2:00 in the morning drinking beers when he was at home. Being only eighteen, that would have been a problem.
Joey grabbed his shorts and slid his feet into them. Standing, he pulled them up and just barely missed snagging an important part of his anatomy as he zipped them. Pulling on a polo shirt, Joey finally felt his head start to clear. Grabbing a pepsi out of the small fridge near his bed, Joey slugged that down, waiting for the caffeine to hit his system. Pushing everything into his backpack, Joey slipped shoes on his bare feet and headed out the door, slamming it so everyone else could feel his pain.
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A Sexy Wife: Jamie's Night Out
It was Friday night and my wife Jamie was getting ready to go out by herself. She wasn’t going just anywhere, but to a swing club to find a hot man to make love to her. We have been into swinging for a while, but the idea of her finding a well endowed lover and bringing him home has always been a turn on and never happened. As I was going to find out, tonight would be different…
Let me describe Jamie to you. She is 35 and 130lbs. Her body is to die for 36C (natural and so firm) 26-36. She is incredibly looking, and has a smile that makes you melt. People have said she is a Sandra Bullock look alike.
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The Strip
I set out at 10:00 that night. I was 18 years old, it was summertime and I was bored. I was going to go cruise Noland Road, the main strip in my area of Kansas City, and hoped to find some action.
I got onto the strip from the highway, and headed north. The drag was only about a mile long, and you would pretty much just go from one end to the other, stopping in parking lots along the way to have a beer or to talk to people that you knew, or some group of girls if you were lucky. As I drove I could see that this wasn't going to be a really exciting night. The cops were everywhere and had obviously run most the kids off. I decided that I would hang out in the parking lot of the big discount store at the end of the street where everyone turned around to head back down the road. I thought this would be a good place to see what might be going on.
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A Farmer's Slut Wife
Sex education can take on many guises and forms, but when I was younger we didn't have the classes at school, the clinics that welcome younger people, the seminars or the councillors. When the dreaded puberty arrived for me - and others of a similar age - complete with body changes, pimples and a myriad of other confusing ailments, we were confined to a few fumbled groping's in darkened doorways or a quick glimpse of a "dirty magazine" that one of our friends might have found in his older brothers closet. But there was one redeeming factor, one shining beacon of education and knowledge - Mrs. Molly Franklin.
We lived in a small, rural community - farms and farming supplies were the main, if not only source of income. It was one of those "one horse towns" where everybody knew everybody else, and you could hardly fart without the whole town knowing when you did it and how loud it was! Most of the adults knew what Mrs. Franklin was like and whispered words such as loose, scarlet, trollop and slut could often be overheard when conversations inevitably turned to her notorious behaviour. Mrs. Franklin was not as old as most of the other married women in the town - probably late twenties - and was married to a man at least fifteen years older than she, a farmer (obviously), John Franklin. It seemed that Mr. Franklin was well aware of his wife's various affairs and was always trying to catch her out. In our naivety, it seemed to my friends and I like one big, hilarious game. But we had one definite advantage over Mr. Franklin - we knew where his wife went to fulfill her lustful desires!
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