For the sexual intellectual  

EuropeenEyes 61F
35 posts
10/10/2005 12:03 pm

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For the sexual intellectual

Michael knocked on the door. He shifted nervously from foot to foot. He hadn’t seen Karen in a while and was curious to see how the evening would go. He had always liked her, they had great sex together, but then she had started dating some other guy and apparently it had gotten pretty serious. She had called him last week to tell him that they had broken up and that she wanted him to come over. They had made a plan and here he was.

She was going to cook dinner, which he thought was totally sexy. It also meant that she didn’t want to leave her apartment. And that was a good sign. It meant they were on the same page, thinking the same thoughts. They both wanted each other still, no matter how long it had been since the last time. He tried to remember when last he had seen her. It had been at least a year. A year. Man, that was a long time.

The door opened and she stood before him. He let his eyes travel slowly down her body from head to toe. Her long brown hair was loose around her shoulders. Michael remembered how silky it had been and how much he had loved to run his fingers through it. She wore a dress, tight and revealing, black and soft. It hugged her curves in all the right places, showing off her waist and smooth hips. He wanted to take it off of her at that very moment. He wanted to pull her into his arms and make up for the last year they had been apart. She was barefoot, which he found totally erotic. She could look just as hot barefoot as she did in spiked heels.

She smiled at him and said simply: “Hey, stranger.”

He smiled back and reached for her. “Come here, you,” he told her.

He pulled her to him and they embraced. He took in the scent of her, like wild strawberries. She held on to him and inhaled the subtle smell of his aftershave. Musky and masculine, just the way she liked, his arms hard and muscular around her. She closed her eyes and let herself be in this moment. He had never been more than her fuck buddy, they had never actually dated. But she had always respected him and enjoyed his company more than anyone’s. They had just never crossed that line. Now she wondered why they had been so stupid.

Karen showed him into her apartment and the aroma of her dinner caught Michael immediately. It smelled spicy and sweet. He wondered what it was but didn’t want to ask. He could wait and see. She had already opened a bottle of wine, an excellent Cabernet. She poured him a glass and they toasted without words. Their eyes met as their glasses clinked and they knew words were not necessary.

The dinner was as good as the enticing smells had promised. It was some sort of chicken, Asian or Indian or something he couldn’t place. He didn’t care, either. She was an excellent cook whatever it was and he had rarely tasted anything so heavenly.

Except her. He could still remember how she tasted, how she felt under him, the noises she made. He could recall every detail as vividly as if it had all happened just yesterday. He had thought of her often in the last year, never thought of anything or anyone else when he pleasured himself. She was his perfect fantasy. He watched her over the candlelit dinner table. She knew he was watching and was not shy about watching him back. She was never shy. She knew who she was and what she wanted and made no apologies. He liked that about her.

Her eyes sparkled in the glow of the candles. Karen wondered if Michael would still feel the same after so long, if he would still make love to her the same. She wanted it to be just like it had been. She wanted it to be like no time had passed. She closed her eyes and thought of him inside her. She could practically feel him thrusting in and out of her. She was wet immediately.

Michael put down his fork. He saw her with her eyes closed in that brief moment and knew what she was thinking. He wanted her and she wanted him and they shouldn’t have to wait. He stood up from the table and walked over to her. She looked up at him as he held out his hand to her. Karen took his hand and rose to her feet. He snatched her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

She had lit several candles that were scattered throughout her bedroom, giving the room a romantic aura. The lights were off and it was dark except for the soft flickering glow. Michael laid her down on the bed atop a velvety wine colored duvet. Karen sat up, tucking her legs beneath her and facing the side of the bed where he stood. She slowly started to remove his clothes. He had not even kissed her yet, and the sexual tension between them was palpable. She took off his shirt, undoing the buttons with precise movements of her fingers. Then his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear, preferring to go commando. Karen remembered this and had always found it scintillating to think about how little there was between her and his beautiful manhood.

As he stood naked before her, she was reminded of why she had missed him so much. He was perfect. Hard muscles in all the right places, a large "member" that fit her like a glove, and he was so handsome. She looked him up and down, taking in every bit of him and making herself even wetter in the process.

He watched her as she studied him, knowing how worked up she would be by the time he got to removing her slinky dress. He could not wait to get his hands on those beautiful breasts of hers. She had chosen a dress that highlighted them to her full advantage. They were large and round, but totally real and totally amazing. He was rock hard just thinking about it, his manhood standing proudly erect in front of her.

Before he had a chance to undress her himself, Karen took off her dress. She was wearing nothing under it and was suddenly very naked. Michael grew even harder, which until a second before, he hadn’t thought possible. She was gorgeous. He reached out for her and pulled her to him. She was on her knees on the bed, high enough for him to lean down to kiss her. Their bare skin touched as he pulled her to him and the fire between them was instantaneous.

Michael leaned down to her and their lips met with a passion that neither had ever experienced anywhere else. The kiss started out slowly, gently, but quickly became hard and unyielding. Their arms went around each other and they clung together as though they couldn’t get close enough to ever satisfy their desires. Their tongues danced together, penetrating and exploring. Karen felt her heart pounding and wondered if it would break out of her chest.

Slowly, she sank back onto the bed, pulling Michael on top of her. His weight on her was tantalizing. She looked up into his eyes, a silent plea to take her now. She wanted him inside her. Michael bent to kiss her, eyes still locked, and easily slipped his swollen member into her waiting sex. Their eyes stayed on each other as he began to move inside her. He groaned with pleasure as he felt her hot wetness engulf him, as she surrounded him. Karen arched her back as she lifted her hips to receive him and match his thrusts, the feeling of him flooding her every cell. In that one moment, the two of them were all that existed. The world dropped away around them and time and place ceased to exist. All they saw was each other; all they knew was this embrace in which they were bound.

The candles flickered around them as they made love. It seemed to go on and on, neither of them wanting it to end. Michael paused to roll onto his side, bringing Karen with him. He held her close to him, still thrusting into her. She wrapped her leg around him as they clung together, face to face. Michael felt himself start to climax but wanted so badly for Karen to get there first. He held back and increased his speed. She moaned with pleasure as the intensity built up inside her, finally exploding through her body in a mind-blowing orgasm. Michael held back no longer and with one final thrust, poured his warm seed into her.

They stayed in that same position, neither wanted to loose their hold on the other. He was still inside her when she fell asleep. Michael knew something had changed with them. They had been fuck buddies but this was different somehow. It seemed that everything was different somehow. He knew then that his world would never be the same as he watched her sleeping. He knew by the feeling in his heart as he gazed at her that he would love this woman for the rest of his life. He reached up to brush a strand of hair out of her eyes, kissed her forehead, kissed her mouth and slowly nodded off to sleep.

softlips4u2c 42M

10/11/2005 11:07 am


joyhandle69 58M
20 posts
7/10/2006 11:03 am

classy yet wanton....perfect

sixshooter693 72M
203 posts
10/4/2006 8:07 pm

i hope u enjoyed it as much as i did. i mean U ENJOYED IT.

rm_blackhark1 70M

12/23/2006 4:36 pm

Great story, very erotic, and to the point. Life should be this direct and effective too. Blackhark.

johnchristmas 63M
10 posts
1/14/2007 1:37 am

Nothing exciting, sexy, sentimental,......, but the perfect dream we'd like to turn true, real.
Thank you for your ability to write down these little details, thoughts, movements we all can feel, but hardly can describe so deeply. A smooth scene of what is impossible to ignore, love is far more essential than anything.
Looking forward to reading, knowing more and more as it makes people feel thirsty
Real pleasure to know that if curiosity killed the cat, love can save it for one of its 6 lives left
Jean Noêl

rm_sarandi2005 62M
10 posts
9/28/2007 10:46 am

Very well written with a good share of style and plenty of expression which I also need oftimes to do though I don't share it nor post it; but......"nothing exciting" (see above) and lacking in substance and primarily excluding but not completely, the mind-body connection as the old dictum/cliche' of "the most important sex organ is located between the ears". The conscious/subconscious are most fascinating, especially in a woman.
Surprising writing especially coming from such an interesting and diverse writer well versed in various languages; like me (couldn't resist!). Still, I understand and look forward to other thoughts, 'Spanish Eyes' is willing to share herewith.

rm_Gentle12553 66M
1378 posts
10/26/2007 5:07 am

A fantasy or reality? hmmmmm I wonder...

NyOralGuy 71M
15 posts
11/4/2007 11:23 am

WOW. Very well written. It was very romantic, sexy, as well as erotically stimulating. Makes me wonder whether it's fiction or really a true story.

trovoquelchecerc 60M

11/9/2007 3:51 am

I don't know if it's fantasy or reality...
I just know that to joint the same situation should be terrific and to dream is allowed.
Terrific, indeed.

felixmassage69 39M

11/9/2007 9:01 am


davecunnilingus 53M
14 posts
11/10/2007 4:19 pm

thanks "eyes" a lot for this small sexy story

felixmassage69 39M

11/19/2007 1:18 am

I want to be your next story

4gr8funRm 59M

11/20/2007 3:50 pm

Hhhhmmmmmmm, that says a lot about you and reflects your profile well

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