Naughty Bits
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March 15, 2002He reached out tentatively with the tip of his finger and lightly brushed against her blouse. Her turgid nipple pushed against the fabric from behind where his fingertip made contact, sending a shiver up her spine. Her body visibly flinched and it curled the corner of his mouth with instant pleasure. She raised her eyes to his and smiled slowly, knowingly. She could almost feel his sexual energy and yet, he'd barely touched her.
His finger lazily traced around her puckered flesh causing a ripple effect in the creamy silk that travelled downward over her tummy. His eyes followed the flow to where it draped softly over her mound and into the lap of her skimpy shorts. He licked his lips hungrily and longed for a taste.
Her long, bare, tan legs poured out from under the tail of the blouse and stretched across the long expanse to the end of a chaise lounge, while her body remained seated on the picnic table bench, facing him, with her arm draped along the edge of the table. She faced away from the pool where her husband swam lazily and occasionally engaged them in conversation. He couldn't see the outstretched arm, or the large muscular fingers fondling his wife's nipple.
Had he seen... had he known... the scene would have been anything but sensual.
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March 16, 2002
He sat slumped on the couch, watching the naked couple on his TV set bump and grind to the rhythm of a cheesy piece of music. Lots of drums, lots of base. Their bodies clashed each time the music reached a crescendo, and he felt his pelvis twitch to the same beat.
The girl had long blonde hair that cascaded down over her perky breasts. Her derriere was round and firm and smooth. Occasionally the camera would zoom in for a close-up of her pubic area with it's neat little triangle of soft blonde curls.
He licked his lips and closed his eyes momentarily. When he opened them the scene seemed to have disappeared into the dark room. He blinked, then realized something was blocking his view. He reached out and touched the dark blue silk, sliding it slowly upward to reveal pale peach thighs. He smiled and pushed the silk a little higher. She wore nothing beneath the robe. Her pink fleshy folds peeked from under the garment as he took a deep breath and adjusted his position. She stood straddling his legs, waiting for his next move.
He unbuckled his belt and slid quickly from his jeans, then grabbed her hips and moved her forward slightly. He rose from his seat, turning her towards the raised arm, where she could rest her upper body, then slowly slid himself deep into her, pushing upward as he went. Her legs quivered and shook as he filled her up with his swollen member..... and the rhythm began.
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April 26, 2002
He watched as she walked slowly towards the bed in the semi-darkness. The soft shadows played on her body. The full round breasts and zoftic curve of her hips. Her skin looked smooth and warm and he longed to touch her.
She sat slowly down at the edge of the bed and flicked the switch on the alarm to the ON position, then pressed one palm down on the top of the hand cream dispenser, while the other waited, in cupped position to recieve the cool cream. She rubbed her hands lazily together, being sure to cover each finger. She could feel her skin drink it in and smoothed a little over her face and neck.
He lay there watching her nightly ritual in the smoked glass of the clothes closet door. She wasn't some thin, exotic beauty, but there was a definite erotic quality about her that aroused his senses.
She finally held back the covers and leaned to the side, lifting her legs and tucking them under the covers. As she moved back from the edge of the bed, he slid forward, spooning her from behind. She melted into his form, rubbing her derriere against his groin teasingly. His body responded, making him even more rigid than before.
She wiggled against him, inviting him to play, so he slid his member up under her cheeks and nestled it in the little pocket where her legs met them. She began to grab at his hard cock with her muscles as he pressed into her. His tip grew slick as he became more and more excited and rubbed it teasingly along her crevice.
She moved against him, wanting him, coaxing him inside her from behind, until he succumbed and buried his full length. She gasped at the suddeness of it, then relaxed her muscles for a second. As he pulled back she tightened again and they set into a rhythm. His fingers fumbled through pubic hair until they found her opening and he filled her with them.
She rocked harder against his member as his fingers curved into her deeper and his palm gently stroked against her tender spot. She began to moan, louder each time his fingers stroked in and out. He could feel himself inside her, driving deep, slamming into her derrire with his hips. She was wild with desire, impaling herself on him, faster and faster until........
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May 19, 2003
Her mind reeled with thoughts of him. She felt a fire inside her body that threatened to consume her. Her husband's hands moved on her breasts, his mouth wanting more as she gave in to her secret desires. He reached down and slowly stripped her top from her naked breasts, then touched her tenderly again. She moaned and kissed him deeper, sliding her tongue forward to meet his.
It wasn't his lips she thought of at that moment. It was someone else's lips, someone else's hands touching her, someone else she longed to have inside her. When she closed her eyes she could see his smile, his eyes, watching her from across the room. She'd never been so affected by a man. His physical presence was so real she felt he'd already been inside her and she ached for more.
She reached down, opening her husband's pants. He raised his hips slightly and slid them down. They fell to his ankles and she was on him before he had time to remove more, her hands freeing him of what remained, her tongue reaching out to touch his tip, then slowly devouring him until she felt him touch the back of her throat. He moaned at the soft moist flesh surrounding his member and lay his head back. Her mouth worked gently on him, her tongue gliding up and down his slick shaft, probing at it's opening, drawing out his essence. He tasted good. She longed for more. She longed for "him". He was always in the back of her mind.
Suddenly her husband pulled her up and slid her remaining clothes down off her body. She nudged them away and kneeled over his lap, kissing him softly. Slowly, one foot at a time she stepped onto the seat of the couch and crouched over him. He rubbed her breasts with both hands as she guided him inside, then braced the couch back and began to move over him, stroking him with her sex. She was completely naked, but most of his clothes remained intact.
She tried to search his eyes with hers, to find a connection, but they were elsewhere. He never looked at her and somehow that made it easier for her to disconnect. She closed her eyes and thought of "him" again. His gentleness made her tremble inside. She longed for him, ached for his touch, for his kiss.
The TV flickered in the dark room behind her, casting intermittent light, then soft shadows on the walls. She lowered her eyes, watching him slide in and out of her and imagined it was the other man whose mere presence excited her nerve endings. She was almost there, almost to the peak, closer than she'd ever been, when her husband moaned again and it was over.
They moved from the couch to the bedroom and he held her. She curled into a spoons position and guided his hands to her breasts again, but he was already breathing heavy, falling into the rhythm of fatigue. She lay awake for a time, listening to the sounds of the night, then as sleep slowly enveloped her she knew she would dream of "him".
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May 20, 2003
Tickle, tickle, tickle, tingle. Her fingers played lightly across her swollen labia coaxing a rosy glow from within. She lay back on a giant mound of pillows, legs spread, the music of a thunderous downbeat pulsing through her brain. She knew he was watching her. She could feel his eyes caressing her, touching her inside and out. She opened her eyes for a moment to watch his silhouette in the dimly lit room across the court yard. They had never met, yet were so intimate it made her blush to think of it.
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There was a young lady from Leeds
In her panties, she sewed some large beads
They rubbed to a fro
On her clit, don't you know
And nicely took care of her needs
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