1. Small Words


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Cheating, Author: skinnyandslinky, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    on that dining table where I would love to share a meal with her sometime and the glasses of wine shaking and the candlelight throwing wicked sensual shadows. Here she was wanting to offer me more, knowing how we both love porn and are not threatened by the look of those bodies and the way they fuck. She can see I’m dumbfounded. She smiles at me and tells me just a few more small words knowing she’ll tip me over. She says, "I," and, "love," and, "you," and I am gone. I push back in to that bruised and swollen cunt for only a moment to feel the wet warmth of her. And then there it is, that point of no return, the rush of impending release, the heat of blood and cum coursing through me like mercury. Although it is dark winter cold outside, seriously fucking cold, the fire she burns in me, naked and sweating and steamy in her room, has me ready to burst and then she pulls me in to her with both hands on my arse and I am finally, with many small broken words... cumming! "Oh shi-it," I groan. I pull out of her. "That… is…so-o… fuck-king… good!" I have my cock in my hand, pulling hard, shaking, moaning noisily, letting her know how good she makes me feel as the physical ropes of my orgasm trace opaque lines on her pale skin. She smiles at me, at the look in my face which must be pained and something beyond my control, something I wouldn’t like the look of. Before I am completely done I lean down to her, the jumping of my cock in my hand subsiding as I lick the cum off the eggshell ...
    skin of her abdomen and put it in her mouth. I take a breath and go back for more and she sucks greedily at my tongue and groans, "Mmm," then licks all around her mouth tasting the full salty texture of my cum and our sweat and the tang of her cunt. I collapse on to her and she holds me. We lie for a minute, quiet. I push my face in to her neck and think if we can stay like this, in this moment, that we maybe are a real couple. I know she will get restless with this and it can’t be so I roll her over so her head is in the crook of my arm knowing that she loves me holding her like this and she will say, "Oh, fuck. Stop that." It makes me think that maybe she could see the fantasy becoming a reality of us actually staying the night together somewhere, just one whole night, and of waking up in each others arms warm and sticky and spent of sex. *************************************** I really like reading the Sunday papers, taking my time with them. Pulling them apart in their sections and trying to find a recipe or entertainment or some answers. There is one section I like more than all the rest. It is the first thing I turn to, sometimes in the line as I wait my turn at the register of the supermarket. It is a relationships column where the female psychologist answers readers’ questions frankly and without heavy judgement. No matter what the question or situation she always answers without a tut-tut in her words. A recent question was from a woman married for twenty years who ...
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