Wicked Wednesday – 262 – Blinded (Gorgeous?)

“Hello, Gorgeous.” I looked at my partner, then glanced around wondering if they were talking to me. As we were alone together, it seemed pretty obvious that I was the person being addressed. I just shook my head a little and gave them a hug. I absolutely couldn’t see why they were calling me gorgeous so I dismissed it and moved on.

Instead of being upset or annoyed with me for not acknowledging what they meant as a compliment, they have only kept repeating that same statement to me, sometimes multiple times a day or with slight variations for the last five years. Maybe eventually I’ll get it. I’ll get out of bed one morning and look in the mirror and see what my partner sees. Or there will be some crazy transcendental moment mid-orgasm. I don’t know.

I do know that I’ve never considered myself to even be cute, much less words like beautiful or gorgeous, both of which I am frequently called by my absolute favorite person in the world. Instead I look in the mirror and all I can see are the flaws that make me so human and imperfect and what I see isn’t good enough. It never has been for as long as I can remember. In a world where looks appear to be valued over everything else, I was raised to be the smart one. And it taught me that smart girls/women aren’t pretty. We’re awkward and maybe a little ugly on the outside, but beautiful on the inside (where it counts.) Being fat as well means I feel like I have that hurdle to jump as well, but I can’t jump; no really I broke a bone trying track once.

So here I am, over 30, overweight, and left staring at a reflection that I just don’t see as positive. Granted I no longer see myself as overwhelmingly negative and sometimes I don’t even see myself in a negative light at all. So I might be making tiny steps towards progress if you can call being neutral about one’s own image progress. But that neutrality often leaves me feeling a bit blind, because I don’t really look at myself in a mirror unless I am deliberately searching for whatever flaw I might have, either real or perceived. Often, I wonder what is wrong with me that I can be so conscious of my own appearance that I can’t just relax and see the good things about myself.

Of course, then I tell myself that there is nothing good about my appearance and I move on to something else that nags at me or my self esteem or whatever. I’ve just accepted that I’m never going to be the “pretty one”; instead I’m considered smart and that is supposed to be enough in a society where the female form is supposed to aspire to reach unattainable heights of beauty that I know I will never see. And my partner always comes back to “Hello, Gorgeous.”

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Homecoming

He’d driven through a snowstorm to get to her and drove through it again to take her home. They barely made it upstairs with her luggage as exhaustion consumed them both. Crawling into bed with the intention of sleep was the only thing on either of their minds. But when they shared a kiss goodnight, it quickly became more than just a kiss.

Arms and legs tangled, lips met over and over, and she was so ready for him. His fingers found her wetness as they kissed, tongues tussling back and forth and he wanted to take her badly. He pulled lips from hers, fingering her pussy and whispered in her ear. “Come for me, so I can eat you.” Her body arched and as soon as her brain processed his words that long-awaited orgasm hit her like a freight train. And he lowered his mouth to taste her, licking her inner thighs at first then simply burying his head between them. She couldn’t help her moans and hoped they didn’t wake the neighbors. Her second orgasm ripped through her body and she lifted her hips from the bed, her back arched high before  falling back to catch her breath.

He waited for her, patiently, to be ready for him again when she sat up suddenly and gave him a naughty grin and growled, “My turn.” They tussled across the bed laughing and eventually she came out on top and took his cock into her pussy, clenching her muscles all the way down. Her hips rocked back and forth a steady slow motion that made them both gasp with pleasure. She leaned down and whispered in his ear. “Don’t come. I wanna suck you off and taste it.” He groaned and gave her an almost pained look. A naughty smile and a kiss was her only answer as she continued to ride his cock, chasing her own orgasm. He trapped her in his arms when she kissed him and began thrusting his hips hard forcing the much chased orgasm from her body. He swore softly, holding very still for her as she shuddered and he felt her muscles moving against him. Gods, she felt good.

Moving slowly, she slid off of his cock and immediately moved to take him in her mouth. She moaned softly tasting her own juices and sucked harder, before resorting to teasing him slowly with her lips and tongue. She knew he was more than ready for her, but she wanted to take her time and enjoy him because it felt like ages that she’d touched, although she’d only been gone about three weeks. That had been three weeks too long without him. And she wanted him to know that. So she showed him gently, lovingly watching his face as he relaxed into the pleasure. And then she purred around his dick and he almost shot straight up in bed moaning at the vibrations that produced. Looking up at him she innocently asked if she should it again. He nodded slowly so she lowered her mouth back to him, sinking as far down on his cock as she could and purred again, then sucked hard. He bucked his hips, forcing more of himself into her mouth and she let him, relaxing her mouth and throat and he began to face fuck her gently at first then harder gasping each time. Suddenly he froze in her mouth and she pulled back slightly as he began to come for her. She wanted to taste him like he had tasted her earlier. Mmmm, so good.

Wicked Wednesday 259 – Space – (Looking Up)

They’d been friends for years and often shared late night dinners or just hung out with a cup of coffee and chatted. There was a time when both of their lives went sideways and she couldn’t be there for him as well as she wished, but he was still there for her. He always reminded her to look up, especially at night and see the wonder of the stars and space above us. It was always so vast and overwhelming and she was reminded she was but a speck of dust in the cosmos. Yet, somehow, she kept going and he was her best friend and support, cheering her up on bad days, cheering her on when she tried something new. They talked about their pasts, about the present, and about various plans for the future. One August night he suggested they go stargazing. She, who had never been, thought it might be a novel opportunity and was happy to indulge him.

The Perseid’s were bright and moving across the sky at an excellent pace providing plenty of chances to see them. She found herself wrapped in his arms as they watched and he pointed out different stars and constellations as well. A large meteor, a fireball, zipped across the sky and both of them gasped at the beauty of it. And he kissed her there under the stars, finally brave enough to act on what they both knew had been brewing all along. Her arms rested on his shoulders and she looked up at him, wordlessly, for a long moment before they came together in a gentle hug. It wasn’t closeness that brought them together after all, but space.

And in that space, they both found a love they thought they would never know, never get to share with someone, never come close to experiencing. Together they started a journey that hasn’t yet ended. Each year they try to catch all the meteor showers possible. Each year they grow closer. The space between them gives way to more physicality, but the space that brought them together is always there, high and vast and untouchable.

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Wicked Wednesday 258 – Long Lost Friends (Friends and Lovers)

Sarah moaned at the feeling of Geoff’s mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking and biting at her clit fiercely. Her hips arched and she orgasmed again, before falling back to the bed exhausted. She wiggled with delight, loving the idea that a man would fuck her and then go down on her. So hot! She wondered if he would be up for round two later, but right now nature was calling. She got out of bed and came back a few minutes later, opening a dresser drawer and grabbed a t-shirt to throw on for now. The pair curled up in the bed each lost in their own thoughts for a moment or two.

Geoff wondered how much longer things would last with Sarah and knew he wanted more than he could really have from her at this point with his work schedule and all, but he was going to take as much as he could get from the beauty in his bed. He was getting hard again just thinking about her long red hair and piercingly green eyes. She was definitely an Irish lass in the purest sense of the word and after meeting her it made him wish they had very different lives.

Sarah pondered the idea of just what Casey was going to think about this when they found out. She wasn’t sure how much of a reaction she’d get to be honest. Casey was usually pretty chill about things like this as long as it wasn’t too frequent. They could be rather possessive, which Sarah didn’t mind, but also having the freedom to go off on her own like this was nice. She missed Casey though. Her phone dinged on the nightstand and it was Casey texting her to met up at the bar later. Sarah replied excitedly, then turned to Geoff. “I have plans tonight. You’re coming with me.” Geoff laughed at her bossiness and agreed.

As they dressed later after another round of mind-blowing sex that had included Sarah’s first anal experience they chatted amiably about the weather and other mundane things. Sarah freshened her hair and make up, although she still looked quite fuckable to Geoff and it was all he could not to bend her over the dining room table for a quickie. “Oh the hell with it”, he muttered. He grabbed Sarah by the waist and pushed her to the table where he flipped up her skirt. She yanked her panties to her knees as he unzipped his pants and within moment they were fucking again, her breasts being pushed into the table, his hips grinding against hers. It took just moments for both of them to orgasm and then put themselves back together so they could leave for the bar that Sarah wanted to go to.

Walking inside, Geoff glanced around. It was just a quiet pub and Sarah’s face lit up as she saw a friend wave her over. She walked to the table with geoff intow who immediately recognized the pretty dark hair omen sitting there and smiled at her. “Casey, it’s been a long time.” “Yes, yes it has.” Sarah was a bit puzzled and looked from one of them to the other. “You two have met?” Casey nodded, “We went to high school together.” Geoff chimed in, “Yeah, did you know I had a terrible crush on you, Casey? I chased you starting our freshman year and you never noticed.” “Oh. Well this is a bit…well…awkward then. Geoff, I see you’re already acquainted with my girlfriend, so there’s no real need for introductions. Let’s have a drink shall we.”

Sarah sat in the chair next to Casey and gave her a soft lingering kiss. “I missed you,” she murmured quietly and Casey slid an arm over Sarah’s shoulders. “I missed you too, but I knew you’d come back my little bird. You always do.” Geoff cleared his throat awkwardly, “I’ll just go get drinks, what would you two like?” “Jack neat for me and Sarah will have a sloe gin fizz.” As Geoff walked away Sarah spoke to Casey, “I think he’s had a bit of a shock, even though I did tell him I was bi; I just neglected to mention that I was also quite taken by my favorite bad ass woman on the planet.” “You think he’s shocked? Honey, I never dreamed I’d run into him again much less know that my girlfriend had been fucking him. Did he treat you right?” “Yes Dear, he did. You know if he hadn’t I wouldn’t have brought him along; hell I’d never have even fucked him. Although I definitely feel a little awkward about it all. You know, fucking the guy that pined after you for years. Casey kissed her girlfriend again. “it’s OK. But I need to know if this is going to become a regular thing.” “No, its not, he’s only in town for a few days and after tonight I’m pretty sure he’s not going to want me back in his bed. Ours is more comfortable anyway,” Sarah laughed.

Geoff quietly watched the ladies while he waited in line at the bar and was slightly furious because Sarah essentially lied to him and because he now knew why Casey had never noticed him. It was driving him crazy and when he got to the bar he ordered the ladies drinks, plus a double scotch for himself. Juggling the drinks back to the table he sat them down before taking a seat himself. “So uhh, Casey how’ve you been the last few years?” “Oh you know, college, more college, bought a motorcycle and finally met the best woman on the planet.” What about you? “About the same minus the motorcycle and getting to keep the girl.” Geoff couldn’t help a touch of bitterness in those last words. He sipped his scotch, though he would’ve preferred to chug it and be on his way. Sarah sat just listening to the awkward conversation, feeling just as awkward as the other two. What next, they all wondered, what indeed?

Sarah moaned at the feeling of Geoff’s mouth on her pussy, licking and sucking and biting at her clit fiercely. Her hips arched and she orgasmed again, before falling back to the bed exhausted. She wiggled with delight, loving the idea that a man would fuck her and then go down on her. So hot! She wondered if he would be up for round two later, but right now nature was calling. She got out of bed and came back a few minutes later, opening a dresser drawer and grabbed a t-shirt to throw on for now. The pair curled up in the bed each lost in their own thoughts for a moment or two.

Geoff wondered how much longer things would last with Sarah and knew he wanted more than he could really have from her at this point with his work schedule and all, but he was going to take as much as he could get from the beauty in his bed. He was getting hard again just thinking about her long red hair and piercingly green eyes. She was definitely an Irish lass in the purest sense of the word and after meeting her it made him wish they had very different lives.

Sarah pondered the idea of just what Casey was going to think about this when they found out. She wasn’t sure how much of a reaction she’d get to be honest. Casey was usually pretty chill about things like this as long as it wasn’t too frequent. They could be rather possessive, which Sarah didn’t mind, but also having the freedom to go off on her own like this was nice. She missed Casey though. Her phone dinged on the nightstand and it was Casey texting her to met up at the bar later. Sarah replied excitedly, then turned to Geoff. “I have plans tonight. You’re coming with me.” Geoff laughed at her bossiness and agreed.

As they dressed later after another round of mind-blowing sex that had included Sarah’s first anal experience they chatted amiably about the weather and other mundane things. Sarah freshened her hair and make up, although she still looked quite fuckable to Geoff and it was all he could not to bend her over the dining room table for a quickie. “Oh the hell with it”, he muttered. He grabbed Sarah by the waist and pushed her to the table where he flipped up her skirt. She yanked her panties to her knees as he unzipped his pants and within moment they were fucking again, her breasts being pushed into the table, his hips grinding against hers. It took just moments for both of them to orgasm and then put themselves back together so they could leave for the bar that Sarah wanted to go to.

Walking inside, Geoff glanced around. It was just a quiet pub and Sarah’s face lit up as she saw a friend wave her over. She walked to the table with geoff intow who immediately recognized the pretty dark hair omen sitting there and smiled at her. “Casey, it’s been a long time.” “Yes, yes it has.” Sarah was a bit puzzled and looked from one of them to the other. “You two have met?” Casey nodded, “We went to high school together.” Geoff chimed in, “Yeah, did you know I had a terrible crush on you, Casey? I chased you starting our freshman year and you never noticed.” “Oh. Well this is a bit…well…awkward then. Geoff, I see you’re already acquainted with my girlfriend, so there’s no real need for introductions. Let’s have a drink shall we.”

Sarah sat in the chair next to Casey and gave her a soft lingering kiss. “I missed you,” she murmured quietly and Casey slid an arm over Sarah’s shoulders. “I missed you too, but I knew you’d come back my little bird. You always do.” Geoff cleared his throat awkwardly, “I’ll just go get drinks, what would you two like?” “Jack neat for me and Sarah will have a sloe gin fizz.” As Geoff walked away Sarah spoke to Casey, “I think he’s had a bit of a shock, even though I did tell him I was bi; I just neglected to mention that I was also quite taken by my favorite bad ass woman on the planet.” “You think he’s shocked? Honey, I never dreamed I’d run into him again much less know that my girlfriend had been fucking him. Did he treat you right?” “Yes Dear, he did. You know if he hadn’t I wouldn’t have brought him along; hell I’d never have even fucked him. Although I definitely feel a little awkward about it all. You know, fucking the guy that pined after you for years. Casey kissed her girlfriend again. “it’s OK. But I need to know if this is going to become a regular thing.” “No, its not, he’s only in town for a few days and after tonight I’m pretty sure he’s not going to want me back in his bed. Ours is more comfortable anyway,” Sarah laughed.

Geoff quietly watched the ladies while he waited in line at the bar and was slightly furious because Sarah essentially lied to him and because he now knew why Casey had never noticed him. It was driving him crazy and when he got to the bar he ordered the ladies drinks, plus a double scotch for himself. Juggling the drinks back to the table he sat them down before taking a seat himself. “So uhh, Casey how’ve you been the last few years?” “Oh you know, college, more college, bought a motorcycle and finally met the best woman on the planet.” What about you? “About the same minus the motorcycle and getting to keep the girl.” Geoff couldn’t help a touch of bitterness in those last words. He gulped his scotch before offering a hasty apology. “I…I should go,” he said and finished the scotch in another gulp before walking out of Casey and Sarah’s lives for good.

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Sex with Women vs. Sex with Men (My Experiences)

I’ve had my share of sex with both men and women and it seems like there can be a huge difference between the two. Dating almost exclusively girls all the way through high school I was in awe of their softness and femininity. It was such a contrast for someone who felt they came off as hard and at least a little butch. I loved the way their skin felt under my hands and the softness of their lips. I loved that they often seemed soft and plaint and were ready, willing, and able to do anything I asked. If they said no, then it was no and the same went if I said no. I was very aggressive with them and it worked. I thoroughly enjoyed all the time I spent with my girls. One of my best nights was with my friend (we’ll call her Kitty) and she was soft and plump and her breasts were delightful. We are still friends and even now I love her a little.

Kitty was brave and fearless and would try anything that came up in conversation. We often shared nights at her house making love as quietly as we could so we didn’t get caught by her parents and then have to explain ourselves as neither of us were out yet except at school (although I suspect my father knew about me). But my experiences with Kitty were what shaped a lot of my sexual attitudes and mores because we were both willing to be so honest with one another.

With all my girlfriends and female FWBs learning our bodies and each others bodies brought only pleasure and we reveled in it, delighted by what we learned and shared with one another. Protection never seemed like an issue we had to worry about since we couldn’t get pregnant and the idea that one of us might have an STI never seemed to occur to us.

I did have sex with one young woman who was a few years older than me who was hard and definitely butch, but very tiny. It made for an interesting contract between the two of us because despite her attitude and mine being so similar I still took charge of our activities and she became passive and incredibly lovely for me. I remember that she loved my eyes and I could look at her and that was all it took to have her wanting. And I frequently teased her, by looking at her over the tops of my sunglasses with a wicked smile on my face, just to watch her melt. We didn’t last long, but she is the one who really taught me that my sexuality was more powerful than I knew. And I began to use that power to try and seduce straight friends I was attracted to, which never worked well, although many of them were flattered at the attention as teenage girls can be. When I realized that I could have this power over girls I got curious and began to try it out with the boys.

And when I say boys I really mean young men, most of whom were older than me as the boys at my high school didn’t date “girls like me.” I wasn’t a pretty, popular cheerleader nor was I slender or even considered notable. (It blew my mind that some of my girlfriends found me attractive even.) But I digress. Back to the slightly older young men that I flirted with and teased. They were harder. Their lips not as soft, their skin slightly rougher, facial hair and larger hands. Being intimate with a man became a far different experience for me. I became the passive one, letting them lead me into activities.

I was game for pretty much anything that came along, provided that protection was used, and I always enforced that rule. And the men I fucked all found me attractive despite my being a little chubby, with unruly wavy hair, and an average enough face. And they would tell me so, as much as the girls did, which both flattered me and blew me away. I could understand how another woman might find me attractive, but these men who could have easily been fucking someone much prettier than I was struck me as odd and strange at first. I finally began to believe it and that gave me a desperately needed confidence boost. I kept my circle of FWBs small (because that’s all these men were to me and I to them.) I let them manhandle me, fuck me, make me come, but not one of them was able to bring my submissive nature really to the forefront. Even my husband of ten years failed to do that, although that was largely lack of trying on his part. But even as I was passive with the men that I fucked or let fuck me I was never afraid to say stop or tell them no. And most of them (save my now ex-husband) respected that rule. Consent was important in all of my relationships and I made certain that people knew that. I never felt devalued because I didn’t want to do something. I don’t think sex with the boys at my high school would have been quite the same.

The most striking thing about sex with men that endeared me to them was that, contrary to the rumors I heard, these guys wanted to please ME. It wasn’t all about them, but it was about us. When you’ve heard different for as long as you’ve been talking about sex with your female friends it can be surprising to learn that they were wrong and it is OK to take pleasure in sexual acts with men. And I did, just like I had with the ladies I was with. But there was still something surreal about sharing pleasure with a man for a long time.

Overall, I think the biggest difference in my experiences tended to vary from person to person, more than from men and women. I know that I was the aggressor with one sex and the passive partner with the other, but it was all sex, and usually good sex, although I did have some bombs like we all have I’m sure. Those tended to be more with men for whatever reason. I think it was a lack of communication on both parts. Sex was and is something I enjoy and while today I choose to be in a committed relationship with a man, I would have zero qualms about getting involved with a woman if the timing was right and having that softer experience once again.

Wicked Wednesday -248- One Man (Him)

He was hers and only hers. She took him, she owned him, she was his everything. And she was his. He owned her just as much as she owned him. He asked and she obeyed. She asked and he gave. It was a blissful utopia that only they shared. No one else would or could even compare.

She was far from perfect and sometimes her flaws impacted how they interacted, but he loved her still. He loved that soft smile she had when she was sated from orgasm after orgasm, He loved her sarcastic attitude, he loved everything in her that she herself could not love. Plain and simple he loved her.

He could not seem to show her or tell her this enough. Doubts and fears from previous relationships had left her blind to her own capability to let herself be loved; still he persisted.

And one day, many years later, he said something to her that simply resonated in her soul. “I love you and you’re beautiful.” and for a moment without hesitation or fear she believed every word he said. She wished she could bottle that feeling and keep it forever where her own fear couldn’t take it away from her. So she tucked away into her heart as best she could, treasured it, and tried hard to remember it. All because of him.

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Wicked Wednesday 245 – Second Thoughts (Uncertainty of a Woman)

Lexi frowned at her reflection in the mirror. For the third time, she stripped down and hunted for a different outfit. Her body was Rubenesque and delightfully shaped in all the right places but she had a hard time seeing anything beyond a fat girl wishing she was skinnier. She ate right, she worked out, but she never felt like her body was good enough.

And now here she was, planning an outfit  for a date with the cute guy she’d met at the bookstore, unsure why or how he could be attracted to her. Second thoughts and self-doubt plagued her as she tried to get ready; she almost called him and cancelled, but a tiny voice in her head said no. She was going on a date with a handsome man named James and she was going to try to leave her insecurities behind. Alas, she knew all too well that was easier said then done. Finally she settled on a black 1950s style swing dress with bright red patent heels and the lipstick to match. If she was going to do this, she wanted to look as good as she could manage.

They met at the bookstore and James was, for a moment, awestruck at the woman in front of him. He’d found her attractive wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but she looked amazing and he told her so. She blushed heavily, unsure of how to respond, and mumbled a shy, “Thank you.” The pair headed to a small bistro down the street and as they walked along James noticed the looks Lexi received. He came to the conclusion that she really had no idea how gorgeous she was and his aim was to change that. Maybe not in one night, but he wanted more than just a night with the buxom brunette. He reached over and took her hand gently and Lexi gifted him a rare smile. She was still nervous, but figured that if he hadn’t run from her in the bookstore he wouldn’t run now.

The pair enjoyed a quiet dinner, chatting about  whatever topics came to mind. Lexi relaxed in front of James and he smiled at her subtle changes in behavior. Dinner over, they took a stroll along the boulevard. Lexi was still oblivious to the looks she received and James was oblivious to anything but her. So he took a deep breath and asked, “Come back to my place?”

That question caught Lexi completely off guard and she almost asked him why, until she saw the look on his face. Naked desire and it had to be for her. Her blush wasn’t quite so heavy this time, nor was she quite as shy when she agreed. She wondered just how far they would take things and she hoped that if they progressed into sex that he wouldn’t be disgusted by her body.

As they returned to his car, James grinned and pulled Lexi into a dark alley and wrapped his arms around  her, for a scorching kiss like she’d never had before. A tiny moan escaped from her mouth and she stepped closer to James, not having second thoughts just this moment. They made out like horny teenagers in the alley until James pulled away with a small groan. “I want you so bad, Lexi. But if you tell me no, I swear nothing you don’t want will happen.” Lexi somehow found the courage in her to give him a daring look and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Come and get me.”

James wanted to practically drag her back to his car and speed to his place. This woman, who seemed to have confidence come and go in waves had somehow gotten under his skin like no one else ever had. The way she looked, her smell, that sudden shyness that overtook her at a compliment, everything. On the drive over his hand rested gently on her thigh and for a moment Lexi cringed internally, afraid he might notice how fat her legs were and be repulsed by her size. The old doubts and fears were beginning to resurface again, despite the kisses in alleyway and his promise of not going any farther than she was comfortable.

They arrived at his apartment and James led her upstairs and poured a bottle of wine. Lexi kicked off her shoes. He handed her a glass of  wine, poured his own and they found themselves sitting at either end of the couch. “Put your feet in my lap gorgeous. I’ll give you a nice massage.”  Lexi took a sip of her wine and slowly, carefully readjusted so that she could do as he requested. “Lexi, it’s OK. Like I told you nothing will happen tonight unless you want it. You’re beautiful and don’t even know it, do you?” “No, I’m not,” Lexi mumbled between sips of wine. James’ hands which had been so artfully rubbing and caressing her feet, slowly moved up to her ankles and further to her calves. It took a moment, but Lexi relaxed into his touch and let herself really think about him finding her attractive and wanting her sexually. It made her almost giddy, especially given how much she wanted him.

Gradually James shifted positions so he was kneeling over her, his hands on her thighs under her dress. His hands slide to either side of her and leaned in for another searing kiss. Lexi hesitated for half a second giving him time to tease her lips with his tongue and then wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into her. She met him kiss for kiss and before long was squirming beneath him, wanting more, while trying to suppress her growing terror if her dress came off. At least she’d picked a matching bra and panty set in red satin. Lingerie was one of the few things that made her feel pretty. He reached behind her back and tugged lightly on her zipper. “I want to see all of you. May I?”  James looked steadily at her for a  long moment before she finally nodded her assent.

He peeled the dress down her body slowly stopping to kiss and nibble at her. The sight of her breasts encased in red satin nearly unmanned him, “I want you  like I’ve never wanted anyone else Lexi. Please say yes.” Her voice was a whisper, “Yes.”He stood, leading her to the bedroom, leaving her dress in a black puddle on the living room floor.

James touched and kissed her everywhere he could, trying to show her how gorgeous she was. He slid his fingers against the satin panties and slowly stripped her.There was the sound of a condom opening and then Lexi felt him inside her, moving slowly, trying to hold on to his control. She gasped, holding onto his shoulders, arching her hips, fears forgotten as her first orgasm of the night rolled over her. Muffling his own moans against her breasts James came as her pussy clenched around his dick. “I’ve got you beautiful.” And her kissed her quite thoroughly, a promise  of more.

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