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Story written by a Friend...Part Five
Posted:Jan 13, 2006 6:23 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Feeling him stand behind her, she looked over her shoulder. Looking at her, he questioned her trust in his pursuits; for some reason she trusted this man with all of her selves. With a reply of yes, she felt a blindfold come over her eyes. It was soft and gently scented with his cologne. Feeling herself being led along, holding his hand, her senses reeled with this sensual detour. She perceived herself being led along, holding his hand. Her senses reeled with this sensual detour.

Nostrils flaring, she smelled the heady scents of sandalwood, vanilla and some elusive smell that could only be him. It was cool in this place, but not cold. Lending her a nice refreshing stimulant to her hot erotic skin. Telling her to stop and wait, she heard him walk away. She did not understand his change of pace, but loved the direction none the less.

Hearing his footsteps moments later, she tilted her head to the side, trying to get a fix on his location. Feeling his heat nearby and sensing his soul call out to hers she decided to turn around and reach out her hand. She felt the naked expanse of soft skin; hot, firm, and smooth under her finger pads. Commenting on her intuitiveness, his sexy voice rolling over her body like warm hot honey. Her hearing was so acute she heard the sound of her own thundering heart.

Warm wet kisses trailed over her naked back, softly exploring. Making her body start to tremble once again. Slowly, with the slightest brushing feeling, her thin straps began sliding down her arms; the bodice of her dress catching her highly aroused nipples. He began to kiss a path around her shoulder, his tongue grazing slowly along her soft skin. Moving to stand in front of her, he reached out a finger and lightly brushed one along a dusky hard nipple, covered slightly by the soft black fabric of her low cut dress. Rubbing her dusky bud in circles lightly, her breath caught in heavy response and leaning forward, he tasted. Creating a damp spot on the fabric over her nipple, he licked at the turgid peak, drawing it to a harder state. Gasping, she reached out her hands to steady herself; this was going to be a journey never to be forgotten.

Reaching up to fist her hands in her hair, she gave into the pleasure coursing through her eager body. She felt the clash between the smooth fabric, his hot tongue and lips, and the cool air stealing in to make her nipples even harder.

He took his time; stopping to nip and nibble her succulent rose treats. Enjoying the sound of his breathing, she concentrated on feeling everything. His hands grabbed the fullness of her breasts, pushing them together, making the nipples escape their covered prison. The raw connection to his tongue nearly made her knees collapse. She heard a moan, not realizing that it came from her; a sound ripped from the depths of her aching soul.

Hearing her pleading noise, he stood up and took her hand. Leading her somewhere, she followed with a sense of impending ecstasy. Knowing that she was never coming back from this journey in one piece. Her soul was already lost; dead to other men and their pursuits of mediocre interactions that left a woman vacant and searching.

Feeling something cool and soft at the back of her knees she stopped and waited. Wanting to see her eyes, he removed the blindfold. Awestruck by the vision around her, she could only stare at the lush heaven she was in. Candles were glimmering everywhere, the scented erotic lights glimmering off of his bare chest, his eyes speaking messages her body and soul understood; this was no game.
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Story written by a Friend...Part Four
Posted:Jan 13, 2006 12:10 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Fisting her hands on his head and in his hair, she put everything she was into the kiss, her soul flying through her breath, to infuse his with her own spirit: One. A kiss was meant to be this way, a sharing of souls.

With a cry, and acute writhing madness, her hands made their way between their bodies enough to feel where they are pressed against each other. His hot cock strained against his black pants, showing her what she had to look forward to in the next while. Her clit was swollen like a ripe strawberry and her lips engorged with passionate fury, fluid escaped her in deep juicy waves; a preliminary event to the mindless experiences about to come.

With a muttered curse, she felt herself being lifted away from the wall. She was still wrapped around him like a sensual blanket, her mouth fused with his as he moved through the alcove. Coming to a stop she looked around her, her breath hitching in her throat she noticed a beautiful small waterfall pool. The sensual sound of the water cascading rippled over her skin, like she wanted his tongue to.

Feeling her body slowly being set down in a sliding fashion, she glanced at the stranger in curiosity. Wondering how he found such a place of dreamlike beauty she asked him, only to find out he owned it.

Thinking she was on another planet, she looked around to confirm she was actually still on earth, the sound of a nearby horn confirming her reality in this earthly plane.

Turning her back to him, she looked out over the pool, her chest heaved in still unfulfilled passion and longing. Then she felt it, the slight sensation of warm fingers on skin. Looking over her shoulder and seeing him kneel behind her, she moaned as his hands traveled the length under her dress and up her thighs. His fingers lightly grasped the edges of her black silk garter, and the night air rushed up her fluttering skirt to tease and tantalize her hot pussy, exposed in no panties.

Then the air rushed out of her as his hands took handfuls of the rounded globes of her buttocks and kneaded gently, causing her knees to almost buckle; but he held her steady. Sliding his head under the skirt of her dress, she felt his hot tongue trace the gentle seam of her hot ass, making her moan loudly at the invasion of hot tongue against even hotter skin. Her head thrown back in abandon, she braced herself on the table in front of her. Supporting herself through this erotic foray into this stranger’s mouth and whims; she did not know if she could handle what he thought up next.

His hands were beautiful beyond words. Large, with just a hint of masculine roughness, they explored in a way that brought fire to her heart; preparing her for whatever came next. Feeling his fingers slide along her garter, she clenched her hands on the table; willing she to remain calm enough to stay upright in this quiet lover’s search. His only sound his heart–it was resonance that could not be covered.
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Story written by a Friend...Part Three
Posted:Jan 11, 2006 8:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Closing her eyes, she gave up to whatever was about to happen. Knowing that in this lifetime people dreamed of such a mystical connection on this earthly plane. It was written in sonnets, poetry and a thousand novels; here it was reality, truth defined in a single glance.

She opened her eyes, her breathing heavy, and she moved with the tempo change in the music. The erotic driving rhythm of the song flowing in her blood, making her body pound out a feral message of want and need. He was standing still watching her. Frozen in the mirror watching dreams unfold, she could smell his lust, but it was more than that, more than simple want. Souls were screaming to be heard and united; merged in a communion of skin and sound.

With only the slightest of recognized movement, she was in his arms and her mouth under assault, her body being bent back and devoured; time stood still. It was a commanding mouth, and it made everything inside her head and heart pause in pure wonder at such a touch of souls. No sonnets could have ever been written about this and there was not a poem that would even deem to attempt such depth of tongue and lip.

Feeling something cold and hard against her back she opened her eyes. Feeling the mirror at her back she raised her eyes and looked into his. His hands were now braced beside her head, the driving pulse of the song not even coming close to the look in his eyes. His chest heaved and his lips were tight with control, his nostrils flared. Language was now not being spoken in tongue, but in a natural and earthy instinct. Primal messages being spoken, she nodded the slightest bit, acknowledging the unspoken question, loving him for asking. Taking her hand, he pulled her after him out of the club and into the balmy, sensually driven night.

The air pulsated with the smell of Jasmine and the aura of erotic encounters. Her body followed this tall enigmatic stranger into the unknown, only knowing that at the end of it, there would most likely be a beginning of sorts. A beginning of what though, she did not know.

The music could still be heard as he led her through dark alleyways in the night. Other sounds permeated the air as well; her labored and aroused breath, her heart thudding a staccato tattoo in her chest, the pounding of their feet as they moved swiftly through the dark scented night.

Moving in driving pace chasing him through this dream, she was suddenly stopped and her back was moved flush against a wall and pressed against cool brick. Tucked into a secluded, yet well lit, alcove of sorts, she heard the sound of a fountain somewhere nearby. Her breath caught at the look in his eyes; determination, lust, and something elusive she just could not name. Maybe awe? Raising her hand to his lips, looking at their lush fullness, so sexy on this man, she gave in to the need to touch. Licking her finger, she traced his lip and brought it back to hers, sucking the tip gently, raised her green eyes to his in wonder and question.

A slight hiss once again escaping him, and with lightning fast movement, she found herself raised high against the wall, her legs thrown around him for anchor. His hips applied sublimely pleasurable pressure to her hot and aroused mound, he hooked his arms up under hers, creating a rest of sorts while his hands held her hot mouth captive. With the slightest of sound the word madness escaped from his lips. She wonders if he means madness of feeling, or madness of location; either would suit this situation. Neither cared who saw, delving into her succulent cavern; his tongue began mating with hers in frenzied state, daring her to ask him to be easy, as if she possibly could.
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Story written by a Friend...Part TWO
Posted:Jan 5, 2006 6:37 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Having heard his sharp hissing intake of breath and having had the tangibility of his response against her mound, she leaned in close once again and said: I know you will have me tonight, but don’t forget, I too will have YOU! She took his hand and held it against her breast, the music pulsing and moving over them, placed his palm over her hard nipple, rubbing his hand over her breast with her own and let him feel her pounding heart as well as her pebbly aroused state.

Waiting to see what he would do next, she leaned back and looked into his eyes, trying to see who would be the leader into this odyssey. Who would take the first step to leave the confines of social safety, and explore the full realm of dark and feral passion? There was energy charged pause as they stood there and watched each other. Slowly, a look of determination crossed the stranger’s eyes.

Removing his hand from her back, he turned her around slowly, brushing the pads of his fingers along her sensitive skin as she spun slowly around, his hand now coming to rest on her fluttering stomach. Pulling gently back, he brought her buttocks flush to his thighs, evidence of his acute arousal pressed oh so hotly into the small of her back, making her gasp with the intense heat of his sex. He then began to move, slowly setting a rhythm of intense pleasure in time with the swaying music. He made her feel like one giant ball of sensation, her hot skin was flushed with the need to touch and be touched. He splayed his hand on her belly and swayed with the movements of her own hips in this primal dance that was more than just a dance. He moved in a different direction on the dance floor, taking her somewhere. Her eyes had been closed, in an attempt to perceive all of the feelings stirring inside of her. Having opened her eyes to his command, she noticed the full mirrored wall of the dance floor was now in front of them. Looking at the vision in front of her she could not believe that the picture of the woman in front of herself.

Looking into the captured scene on the mirror, and the intense and hungry look in his eyes, she saw the raw beauty of two people caught in a dance of connection, power and fate. She took her hands that were hung by her sides, brought them around behind him, and grasped his thighs with her long nails; holding on to whatever shred of sanity was left. She felt she would soon to be shattered into oblivion. The music changed to a faster tempo, but their bodies remained in slow driving rhythm. Moving together like liquid honey pouring, the sounds of primal Enigma led their passions on an auditory journey, as well as a physical one.

Deciding to get into the game, and slowly bending forward, she fisted her hands in her hair as she moved her buttocks a pulsing rhythm against his hot erection. Not having seen, but sensing his acute reaction to her bold move, she looked over her shoulder to catch his face in her glance, his hands now on her hips and his eyes closed in a private thought. Lost to a moment within himself and the pleasure he was feeling he had his head tipped back. Standing upright again, she slowly began to turn in his arms, never ceasing with her lustrous movements, and danced in wicked delight around his body. Coming up in behind him, she realized she was now in the driver’s seat for a moment.

Placing her hands on his hips, she pressed close and blew against the back of his neck, while slowly running her hands up his sides, to his shoulders, and then turned him around. Pushing back a bit, she began to dance. Her body in movement with the tribal beat, her hands roaming over her own body, letting him see what she wanted done; how she wanted to be stroked, petted, invaded. Never losing contact with those lustrous eyes of his she thought of one word: magnetic. That was the only word to describe his eyes; it was like staring into a sensual abyss of emotional upheaval. Drowned in sublime realization of a perfect moment in time, it was amazing to her, this out of body experience she was having. She did not care if anyone else in the room saw the dance that was being played out in free abandon.

Closing her eyes, she gave up to whatever was about to happen. Knowing that in this lifetime people dreamed of such a mystical connection on this earthly plane. It was written in sonnets, poetry and a thousand novels; here it was reality, truth defined in a single glance.

She opened her eyes, her breathing heavy, and she moved with the tempo change in the music. The erotic driving rhythm of the song flowing in her blood, making her body pound out a feral message of want and need. He was standing still watching her. Frozen in the mirror watching dreams unfold, she could smell his lust, but it was more than that, more than simple want. Souls were screaming to be heard and united; merged in a communion of skin and sound.

With only the slightest of recognized movement, she was in his arms and her mouth under assault, her body being bent back and devoured; time stood still. It was a commanding mouth, and it made everything inside her head and heart pause in pure wonder at such a touch of souls. No sonnets could have ever been written about this and there was not a poem that would even deem to attempt such depth of tongue and lip.

Feeling something cold and hard against her back she opened her eyes. Feeling the mirror at her back she raised her eyes and looked into his. His hands were now braced beside her head, the driving pulse of the song not even coming close to the look in his eyes. His chest heaved and his lips were tight with control, his nostrils flared. Language was now not being spoken in tongue, but in a natural and earthy instinct. Primal messages being spoken, she nodded the slightest bit, acknowledging the unspoken question, loving him for asking. Taking her hand, he pulled her after him out of the club and into the balmy, sensually driven night.

The air pulsated with the smell of Jasmine and the aura of erotic encounters. Her body followed this tall enigmatic stranger into the unknown, only knowing that at the end of it, there would most likely be a beginning of sorts. A beginning of what though, she did not know.

The music could still be heard as he led her through dark alleyways in the night. Other sounds permeated the air as well; her labored and aroused breath, her heart thudding a staccato tattoo in her chest, the pounding of their feet as they moved swiftly through the dark scented night.

Moving in driving pace chasing him through this dream, she was suddenly stopped and her back was moved flush against a wall and pressed against cool brick. Tucked into a secluded, yet well lit, alcove of sorts, she heard the sound of a fountain somewhere nearby. Her breath caught at the look in his eyes; determination, lust, and something elusive she just could not name. Maybe awe? Raising her hand to his lips, looking at their lush fullness, so sexy on this man, she gave in to the need to touch. Licking her finger, she traced his lip and brought it back to hers, sucking the tip gently, raised her green eyes to his in wonder and question.

A slight hiss once again escaping him, and with lightning fast movement, she found herself raised high against the wall, her legs thrown around him for anchor. His hips applied sublimely pleasurable pressure to her hot and aroused mound, he hooked his arms up under hers, creating a rest of sorts while his hands held her hot mouth captive. With the slightest of sound the word madness escaped from his lips. She wonders if he means madness of feeling, or madness of location; either would suit this situation. Neither cared who saw, delving into her succulent cavern; his tongue began mating with hers in frenzied state, daring her to ask him to be easy, as if she possibly could.
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Story written by a Friend...Part One
Posted:Jan 3, 2006 5:34 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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She stood there, watching him across the crowded club, the pulsing rhythms matching the beat of her heart in perfect sync. A scene played out many times before in existence, though one never before in hers. He was tall, and had very beautiful hands–the kind meant for stroking and manipulating various mediums. Thinking that such a pair of hands could become her body’s clothing any day.

It was a balmy night, the scent of the local jasmine and roses permeating the air and lending a heady fragrance to the sex and smoke smell of the club. Lust was a tangible element in this place. Writhing bodies in lush abandon twisting and gyrating together in an old dance. She wondered if he would dance with her.

Deciding not to waste such beautiful hands, she approached him from across the dance floor. Needing to get closer in order to see how the reception of her query would go. She wore her favorite outfit tonight; a tight black sheath dress that was backless and came to just below her knees, the spaghetti straps thin restraints against her full breasts in the plunging neckline. Why not she thought to herself, not everyday you got to wear a dress like this. Her only other adornments were her wild hair, silver jewelry and her favorite pair of garters; opting for no panties as it was such a hot night.

Gliding across the floor in her open toed high-heeled shoes, her red toenails gleaming in the dance floor lights, she decided to make her first move, attempting to capture a glance between eyes. She had never really done this kind of seduction before, wanting someone immediately and deciding to take it. It felt liberating and very arousing, lending a heated flush to her already full breasts and caused her nipples to pucker and strain against the soft black fabric of her dress.

Licking her lips in anticipation while crossing the floor she glanced at him again, only to see him staring intently at her aroused nipples straining for him inside her dress; knowing he knew it was for him that they smiled and pouted.

Watching his eyes as she crossed he lifted them from her heaving breasts, she stared into deep perusing mysteries. Wondering if what she saw in his eyes was real or a figment of her much overdone imagination. Having seen him put his drink down and excuse himself to his friend beside him, he took a step forward and waited. His eyes pierced hers with clarity and purpose; sending messages of decadent exploration yet to come. Stopping in front of him she opened her mouth to ask him to dance, only to have him place his finger over her lips and keep it there a second; his fingers traced her soft lips in gentle exploration. Taking her hand he led her to the dance floor. A pulsing version of Gabriel’s "In Your Eyes" played on the speakers almost not heard over the pounding intensity of her heart.

Taking her in his arms he pulled her close; his one hand on the small of her back, while his thumb traced delicate patterns on her bare skin, his other hand interlocked with hers. Breathless she looked up into his feasting eyes, saw her own feelings mirrored there, and gave into the swaying sensual rhythm of his moving body, hip to hip, breast to chest.

Leaning close to her ear he whispered a message: I know you, my body knows you, you can no more deny this feeling of us than you can breath in your body. I WILL have you this eve, but not until you are so wet and aroused you can barely walk. Inhaling a sharp breath, she looked up into his eyes and sent a message of her own. Leaning in close to his ear she whispered: I am already wet, my legs are shaking, and I am not wearing any panties, just my black silk garters.
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From the Past
Posted:Jan 3, 2006 5:25 pm
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2006 9:27 pm
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Hello all I promised a sex story so here is one from my past...
Let's set this up with some info...
My best friend Tyaisa and I were pretty much dating...
She had a bf but he knew we were bi and didn't mind too much sharing Tyaisa with me...

Now to setting...

We were in the kitchen Tyaisa and I making soem sundaes cause Chris...the bf...was coming home from work early and we wanted desert first...

Well Chris got home...
And started to help out with the sundaes than all of a sudden my whip cream did what whip cream things do...
Went everywhere and they beginning of a food fight with choc., whipped cream etc. started...

Next thing you know Tyaisa and I are licking toppings off of eachother and Chris comes up with the idea of us going upstairs and playing with more food...

So, we took the whipped cream, choc., strawberries and ice cudes upstairs...
Than us girls started playing with the food...
Slowly licking it off of eachother...

Oh did I mention Chris was setting up three of his video camera....sorry tapes no longer are around...

But anyway after about a half an hour of just us girls licking things off eachother we make Chris join in...

Than we spent the next two hours just playing with food and licking it off of eachother...foreplay is fun...than it was about an hour of sex....YAH TOYS...lol...Chris was good too...lol

If I remember right the video tape was about four hours long....for each camera....and after Chris played with the tapes there was about 6 good hours of porn video...

There you go...an old story of me and my girl...
I miss her...RIP girl...

And yes it is sad but there is good memories...not to be sad we had lots of fun...

More stories to come...
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