Quite how I’d ended up belly down on a hospital bed – dress pulled up around my waist, my somewhat curvy ass up in the air, a hot male nurse running his tongue along my oh-so-very wet slit – was a bit of a blur right at that moment.
“Holy fuck, please put it inside me,” I begged, my swollen pussy craving his thick cock after nearly a year of celibacy.
“Oh I will,” he assured me, his voice dark with desire, that American accent making my lower belly tighten with lust, “but not until you cum for me first baby. I want to taste it when you do.”
Fuck, how had he gone from being the sweetest guy on the planet to this commanding sex God? I moaned deeply, my breath coming in short gasps, feeling that climax approaching fast as he found my sweet spot, teasing it with a gentle flicking of his tongue, his nose pushing between my folds.
“That’s it baby,” he paused briefly, “cum hard for Daddy, and then I’m gonna fill that pussy up so good.”
A bored twenty-one year old girl goes on a free holiday with her parents to an idyllic tropical island in the Indian Ocean. She accepts a babysitting job from a wealthy couple in order to earn some money to party. The enchanting pair soon arouse her interests… and maybe much more. Feeling frustrated, she lets her curiosity get the better of her and uncovers a saucy secret about the glamorous older pair. What the inexperienced teen discovers leads to an experience that surprises and delights her.
The burning sun, screaming kids, and loud music were all conspiring against me. My thumping head had zero chance of recovering in these conditions. The pool was positively buzzing. Sweaty bodies displaying far more flesh than my queasy tummy cared to see were jammed together on sun loungers and towels, faithfully worshipping that ball of yellow light. Smaller bodies jumped and splashed in the water, probably pissing in there for all I knew. What was fun about this?
A young woman on holiday explores a local town, and finds herself on a remote beach, with only two dishy builders for company. Realising she’s run out of water, they help her out, and then suggest she joins them for a swim in the ocean to cool off. Problem is, she doesn’t have a swimming costume – though she is rather hot and bothered, so maybe it doesn’t matter…
I sat down in the grass and retrieved my water bottle from my tote bag, dismayed to realise the bottle was nearly empty. I guzzled it down anyway because the walk through the village and up the hill had left me completely parched. I knew in this heat it would be stupid to have no water to hand. Part of me was eager to go down to the beach and take some shots, to paddle in the sea and feel the crystal clear waters washing over my feet, but I had horrible visions of myself passing out from heat stroke or dehydration or something which would certainly not be a good outcome for my first forage into the life of an independent adult. I needed a shop. But I didn’t want to walk all the way back into the village centre, and wondered if there was a closer one. Plus, it was a great excuse to talk to the builders and check them out a bit closer up. They were back at work when I turned and walked towards them, lifting stones and hoisting them into a large skip. I saw them both glancing at me as I came closer, and realised the hoisting was partly for my benefit, to demonstrate their strength and power. I was suitably impressed.
They were both bloody gorgeous. One was about six foot tall, the other even taller. The taller one had darker skin and thick wavy black hair, and the other one had bronze skin and chestnut hair, cropped close in a military style. They did both look to be in their late twenties like I’d guessed, and they were definitely both hotties. Continue reading →
A young woman escapes to an exotic island resort in an attempt to forget her cheating ex, and finds herself enthralled by a mysterious stranger on the beach. Her imagination runs wild with visions of lustful escapades. Will her fantasies become reality?
I was in a delicious state of bliss. The sun, high in the mid-day sky, blasted my bikini-clad body full force. I was hot, sticky, and wonderfully suspended from reality. Squinting up at the sky, all I could see was an endless dome of deep azure. Closing my eyes against the glare of the sun, I sighed with contentment. My ears were filled with the sound of the gentle lapping of the ocean waves, a quiet beat of reggae music drifting from somewhere nearby, and the occasional squeals of children playing at the shore. I trailed a hand in the sand at my side, the fine hot grains slipping through my fingers like silk. I felt as if I was floating, all the stresses and strains of real life a distant memory here on this idyllic island in the Indian Ocean. Even Justin seemed a million miles away, and a gazillion years ago. Dana had been right, this holiday was doing me the world of good. Continue reading →
A bored twenty-one year old girl is on holiday with her parents, and finds herself fantasizing about the dishy waiter serving them dinner in the hotel restaurant. Flirting is fun… but what happens when her parents leave her all alone with him?
It was the third night of my holiday and I was enduring another dinner with my parents. Actually, I should probably give them a bit of a break and stop complaining about them so much; they might treat me like I’m twelve, but at least they care. Some people have it far worse.
I was feeling in pretty high spirits and ready to party. The parents seemed to be in a good mood too, and were even treating me to a meal in the hotel’s posh restaurant tonight, instead of the cheap canteen. I’m not sure what I’d done to deserve this. Maybe the sun was doing us all some good.
“Jenny and Phil were so pleased with your services last night. Phil seems quite taken with you dear,” I almost choked on my water on hearing my mum’s words.
“Huh?” I managed, wide eyed. For a second the image of Jenny peeling her dress over her head as I climbed off of her husband’s cock flashed into my mind. A dream, I reminded myself, it was just a dream. Continue reading →
My every thought consumed by you, in day or darkest night,
and every thought it sends me soaring to the highest height.
Walking through the park one morn and suddenly there you are,
appearing in my mind as if you’re here and not so far.
My body is aflame for you, burning with desire,
each time I wonder when we meet, what passion will transpire.
My knees go weak, my heart begins to drum a faster beat,
all my strength goes into staying upright on my feet.
I gasp a little and groan a bit as blood rushes down below,
my underwear rubs against me and my juices start to flow.
People pass me by, oblivous to what is on my mind,
in my imagination you are taking me from behind.
A copse of trees, there, to my left, would be the perfect place,
for us to hide and send each other into outer space.
Towards me now, here comes a man, smiling at me,
stranger sex could scratch this itch and set my passion free.
I tremble as I picture him, naked between my thighs,
but I cast my eyes to the ground and carefully avoid the strangers eyes.
It’s you I want to push my bare back up against a tree,
and hook my leg behind you as your hardness enters me.
Oh God, the thought is sending pulses through my sweetest spot,
I slip behind the trees alone, feeling oh so hot.
In my mind my legs are wrapped so tightly round your back,
you fill me up and pump so hard, my vision’s turning black.
Waves of pleasure wash through me, it feels so fucking good,
the orgasm you give me as I pulse around your manhood.
My breathing calms I look around and remember where am,
my hand stuffed down my knickers and I don’t give a damn.
Hurry home to me baby, I need to see you soon,
I’ve got a special present I’ve been saving up for you!
I knew I had to have him to moment I answered the door to his knock and he stood there, all stubble and scruff, all manly man.
“I’ve come to service your boiler love,” he said, a line straight out of a porn film. I might have been immune to his rugged charms had I not just spent the morning writing my latest romantic tale of sex and seduction. But my characters were so real to me, the situations I created so vivid in my imagination, the physical effect was as intense as if I was right there. In fact, I couldn’t finish a story without having to satisfy myself, since i didn’t have a husband or boyfriend to take care of my desire. I always made myself wait though, until after my characters had been satisfied too – so my own desire, my own desperate melting need, would translate into the story I was writing.
That’s exactly where I’d been when he’d knocked on the door – coming to the climax of the scene, moist and sticky between the legs, aching to be touched. I’d been five minutes away from fetching my faithful friend to bring me to my own climax as I re-read the scene – as was my routine upon finishing every new sexy tale. So then I found myself staring at this beautiful man, my heart racing, my body crying out to be touched, wondering if he’d been sent as some kind of divine intervention to see to my every need. Continue reading →