You know all those things you should be doing before sex? Like kissing, and touching, and all that other sexy stuff called foreplay? (Which I hope you make lots of time for). Well, there’s some other important things I recommend you try before you even begin foreplay fun. Let’s call it foreplay before the foreplay, or pre-foreplay. I know, it sounds pretty awesome.

Just when you thought sex couldn’t get any better, these thoughtful pre-game touches may take lovemaking to the next level. So please consider the ideas below, and feel free to give these ideas your own creative twist, as no one would be better suited to plan out what will make his jaw drop.

Sensual Prep

Soothe your skin. Skip the Jergens and reach for Almond Oil to lather up with. It’s great for your skin, giving you a natural glow, while making you smell heavenly and feel delicious in his arms.

Add a dash of Vanilla. It’s one of the sexiest scents, and has been proven to drive men wild. Dab some in unexpected hot spots like your cleavage, nipples, navel, and inner thighs. The sultry scent on your erogenous zones will surely be a pleasant surprise.

Mental Prep

Stimulate the biggest sex organ of all—the Brain. Try reading some titillating literature like “5-Minute Erotica” together in bed—out loud. You may be surprised at how arousing that can be.

Get flirty. Try flirting throughout the day so you’ll both be hot from the minute you see each other. Send naughty sexts or voice-messages like “I’m dying to please you tonight,” and, “I love how you touch my ____.” Or, go saucier with, “I want you in my mouth,” and “I’m going to leave you exhausted tonight, baby.”

Physical Prep

Touch yourself. Take some you time before date night begins, by teasing, caressing and exciting yourself. This will get you nice and aroused for when the magical moment comes. But don’t go all the way—edge yourself and play just enough to get your cheeks rosy and your juices flowing.

Be Adventurous

Buy a new sex toy and lube. If you’re new to toys, I recommend The Wave couple’s orgasm ring. It’s easy on the eyes, perfect to use together during lovemaking, can give women amazing orgasms—and sometimes simultaneously with your lover!

Remember, it doesn’t take much to make a huge difference in the bedroom. It’s all the little things that make sex extraordinary, and I have a sneaking suspicion that the above ideas, along with a few of your own, will get you there perfectly. Meoow!

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One of the drawbacks of Ian’s plan to study in the U.S. was that he couldn’t afford to return home to London for Christmas. Fortunately, his advisor invited him to spend the holiday with her family. When he arrived on Christmas Eve, he was pleased to see that, in addition to his professor and her husband, her striking niece from L.A. was joining them.

Brittany was blonde, tanned, and gorgeous. Her radiant blue eyes were outdone only by her warm personality. Ian was enchanted by everything about her. Never having been to California—and suffering in the sub-zero Chicago cold—he couldn’t get enough of her stories about a place where bikinis, waves, and surfboards ruled.

The evening was wonderful. Eggnog. Dinner. Wine. Carol singing. Brandy. A roaring fire. More wine. Full of good cheer—and feeling the effects of having too much to drink—everyone hugged warmly and went to bed.

Just as Ian was about to turn off the light, however, there was a knock on his door.

“I’m sorry to bother you.” Brittany sheepishly poked her head around the door. “The window in my room is open a crack and I can’t close it. Will you help me?”

As they wrestled with the window, the lock broke and more frigid air rushed in. It was clearly too late to wake up their hosts and do repairs. “Don’t worry,” he said, “Take my room. I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs.”

“I appreciate the gesture, but this is a drafty old house. You’ll freeze. We’re both adults and I trust you,” she smiled. “There’s no reason we can’t sleep in the same bed. You just better not snore,” she joked.

Back in Ian’s room, the young man couldn’t stop from laughing when Brittany removed her robe. She had on a red union suit—complete with feet and a drop-seat. She turned beet red. “Laugh if you want, but visiting the Windy City is like returning to the Ice Age for me.” She jumped into bed, pulled the covers over her head, and muffled ‘good night.’

Drinking too much had an odd effect on Ian. He’d sleep so well, it was like he passed out. He slept so deeply, he could barely remember any dreams he had.

Tonight, he had two. In the first, he and his bedmate were spooning. It felt so natural, he reached around to put his hand on her waist. But instead of flannel, he landed on her soft, warm stomach. The bottom button of her pajamas was unfastened. Curious and hopeful, his hand inched up. He discovered all the buttons were undone, and the front of her garment was completely open. Unable to resist, he cupped one of her breasts. He gently massaged it, then the other. She sighed. As he continued, her breathing deepened. His cock stiffened and poked through the opening of his pajama pants. She adjusted her body slightly, and his shaft settled against her moist lips. Her drop seat had also somehow come undone! To his delight, he felt her hand on his cock. She positioned its head against her opening, and he instinctively entered her. There was no sense of urgency or need for passionate release. They moved only enough to keep him hard and buried deep inside her warm, wet pussy. He was in heaven. Sadly, the dream faded.

Later, he had another. In this one, he was lying on his back, completely naked, and rock hard. A passionate, nude Brittany mounted him. Coating his cock with her juices, she enthusiastically slid up and down on it. When she let out a deep groan, her pussy spasmed around his shift, and he came as well. As she lay on top of him, he sank into darkness again.

As daylight streamed into the room, he put his pillow over his face with a painful moan.

Brittany laughed. “Hangover?”

He moved the pillow just enough to uncover his mouth. “I shouldn’t have had so much to drink.”

“Sleep well, otherwise?” she prodded.

“I guess so. I think I had a couple of dreams, but I don’t remember anything. Couldn’t have been very interesting.”

When the pillow was yanked from his face, he was forced to open his eyes. Brittany was sitting against the headboard wearing only a naughty smirk. Looking down, he realized he was naked as well.

“It was a better way to stay warm than that onsie,” she laughed. “But if you can’t remember what happened and thought those were dreams, I’m insulted,” she pretended to be mad. “So if you don’t want to hurt my feelings,” she slid towards him seductively, “you’ll let me give you a Christmas present you’ll never forget!”

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Matthew opened the door. “Great to see you. Come on in.”

Yvonne smiled as she stepped inside and handed him a box of wine. “I hope you like this. The salesman said while the cabernet’s been aged for only two weeks, the cardboard comes from trees hundreds of years old.”

They both laughed as he presented her with a single artificial daisy.

“I’m happy to see we’re approaching Valentine’s Day in the same spirit.”

“I’m just glad you agreed to have dinner with me tonight,” he said taking her coat. “I had such a great time on our first date, I couldn’t wait to see you again.”

She’d initially hesitated having their second date on Valentine’s Day. But it would have been another few weeks before they were both back in town, and she was thrilled they clicked so well so fast. “Me too. And I really appreciate your being willing to make dinner. This way, we aren’t surrounded by all those lovey-dovey couples.”

“And like I promised, not a bit of romantic ambiance.” He laughed as he handed her a red plastic cup of the wine she brought. “Dinner will be informal and casual. Spaghetti and meatballs. Then we watch any movie that isn’t a love story.”

“Terrific. And I’m sorry I’m so dressed up. I know we said ‘comfortable hang-out’ clothes, but I got held up at work and couldn’t get home to change.”

*

Yvonne was delighted with how things went. Dinner was great. Conversation flowed easily. The movie was perfect. And there was no question they had real chemistry, even if all they did during the movie was snuggle a bit.

“This was just what I needed after the day I had,” she said. “The elevator in our building was down. I spent all day walking up and down stairs to meetings in heels. My feet were killing me by the time I got here. It was so good to be able to kick off my shoes and relax.”

“I wondered why you kept rubbing your feet during the movie. Let me help. I give great foot rubs,” he winked.

“I’m sure you do,” she laughed, “but that’s the oldest trick in the book to get a girl naked. And remember we agreed to take things slow. No sex until at least our third date.”

“Which I’m absolutely OK with. But while I’m not going to deny having fantasized about you naked, for this you’ll stay fully clothed. I promise.”

She looked at him skeptically, then at her swollen feet. The thought of having to squeeze them back into her heels tipped the scales. “OK. That sounds innocent enough.”

“Just one thing—and, of course, this is totally your choice. I’d like to turn off all the lights. It will make it easier for you to relax, and you’ll better appreciate a couple of ‘surprises’ I have in mind.”

She laughed. “Ha! That sounds like a Plan B seduction to me.”

He raised his hand. “Seriously. Fully clothed at all times. I swear.”

She hesitated. She didn’t want anything to ruin the night. But a completely dark room sounded both innocent and naughty enough to be tempting. The slightly sexy look in his eyes sealed the deal. “OK.”

Matthew gathered his ‘surprises’ out of Yvonne’s sight, put on some relaxing music, and switched off the lights.

Between the hot towels, silky skin cream, and a pair of talented hands, Yvonne was in heaven. Her breathing slowed, and every cell in her body relaxed. The only thing keeping her awake was that she didn’t want to miss how indulgent the moment felt.

When he stopped using his hands and switched to something that produced remarkably gentle, sensual caresses, electricity sparked deep inside her. “Wow. Whatever that is feels amazing.”

“It’s a pair of faux mink gloves.” His hands were so large, he was able to envelope each foot in softness. Do you like them?” He massaged each gently.

All she could do was sigh. She shifted on the sofa, sank back into the cushions, and let the sexy charge building inside her intensify.

After a few minutes, the gloves inched higher. Caressing her calves. Her knees. The ultrasensitive skin on the inside of her thighs. Her breath caught at how much warmth and desire flooded her body. As the fur slid higher, she silently begged that he wouldn’t stop until he got to her now soaked panties. When he did, she moaned softly. Pressing her crotch against his hand, she ground against the glove and moved her hips so that her clitoris would get the attention it ached for. “Oh, Matthew,” she moaned. The sensation of his firm hand pushing against her clit and the soft fur covering her pussy was intoxicating. The passion pushed her breathing and heart rate up another notch, as her body tightened in anticipation of its climax. When he stopped, she groaned deeply in frustration.

But he was actually only pausing. Removing the gloves, he pushed her skirt up. Desperate for release, she happily helped. The room’s total darkness made everything feel more sinful. Feeling freed by the blackness, she offered herself to him shamelessly and spread her legs as wide as she could.

His warm breath against her damp panties sent chills through her body. The fact that his mouth was less than an inch away from her pussy was torture. When he kissed the insides of her thighs, she squirmed. As his mouth settled on the thin fabric covering her wet pussy, she pushed herself hard against his mouth and moaned deeply, “Oh Matthew!”

She couldn’t believe she was doing this with someone she’d met so recently. But it felt so good she couldn’t stop herself. Desperately wanting more, she reached down and pulled the lace thong aside. He responded hungrily, kissing and teasing her swollen lips. When he sucked her clit, she moaned. “Oh yes! God that feels good.”

The steady rhythm of his warm, wet mouth exploring her sensitive flesh made her crazy with desire. With her body so wound up, all that mattered was release. Each press of his lips and touch of his tongue pushed her closer and closer. Her pleas became more urgent and louder. The darkness surrounding her helped unleash her passion. “Oh Matthew! Oh God! Oh Fuck! Please! Please! Please!”

With a final flick of his tongue against her clit, she exploded in ecstasy. She screamed and bucked hard against his mouth. He held her pussy tight against him as he drank in her juices and moaned darkly.

*

Sipping her wine in the now candlelit room, Yvonne blushed. “You devil. We said we’d take it slow. You tricked me. … Not that I’m complaining,” she smirked naughtily.

“Maybe a little,” he laughed. “But, like I promised, you were fully clothed at all times. And, technically, I’m honoring our ‘no sex before our third date’ understanding. Besides, I’m crazy about you, and it was killing me that it’s going to be weeks before I can see you again.”

Yvonne smiled warmly. She looked away and furrowed her brow. “Speaking of which, get your phone so we can set a date.”

Matthew was back in a flash.

She studied the screen looking at her calendar. “Let’s see, today is the 14th. We both fly out to different cities tomorrow, and aren’t back before the second week of March, right?”

“Right,” he groaned.

“And what time is it now?”

Matthew looked puzzled. “A couple minutes before midnight. It’s right there on your screen.”

“OK,” she replied impishly. “Give me a minute.” She clicked away on her phone.

Matthew’s phone chimed signaling a new text.

“You should read that,” she smirked.

‘Hi, Matthew. Thanks for the great evening. I can’t wait to see you again. What about the 15th? 12:05 would be perfect for me.’

He let out a naughty chuckle. “Now who’s the devil?” He texted back. ‘You do mean 12:05 AM, right?’

‘Yes. How about if I come to your place again?’

‘Perfect. See you then.’

Yvonne got up off the couch. “I had a lovely time, Matthew, but I need to leave.”

He walked her to the door. They hugged and she left. As soon as the door closed, there was a knock. He opened the door.

“Hi Matthew. Ready for our third date?”

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With Valentine’s Day right around the corner, we all know the epic debate that never ceases to spark. This year, my boyfriend and I made a pre-game pact to start spreading special love leading up to the 14th’s debut. And in our case, that was hardly a chore when our ‘Play With Me’ Valentine Kit has been sitting pretty since its arrival. Although it was hard to pick just one thing from the kit at a tantalizing time, tonight we knew the super sleek set of arousal gels were calling our name.

‘His & Hers’ in every sense of the phrase, ON’s Clitoral Arousal Gel for me and ON’s Arousal Gel for Men looked like a match-made in heaven. But slowing our rolls for just a hot second, we decided to get cooking dinner out of the way before jumping into our even more carnal dessert.

As the temperatures rose and aromas began to waft…who were we kidding? It was way too tempting to put off! Already the suggestive back caresses were in full swing, when mid-chiffonade of the basil he began tracing his hand up my skirt. At that point all bets were off and we burst into a powerful make out sesh that brought us away from the cozy kitchen and straight onto the plushy couch.

Exchanging nibbles to the lips and ears, I grabbed ahold of his hair as his warm palms glided from my ass to waist, up around the ribs to both of my breasts. The kisses grew hotter and fondling stronger as we swore with each minute the heat of our bodies grew more intense—which is when we knew it was time to crank things up a notch.

By that point we were already half-way stripped down, so we reached for the gels to elevate our already steamy pre-foreplay. He took the lead and slid down my lacey leopard thong to mist my clitoris with a few slippery spritzes of the arousal gel; and not but ten seconds later, the sensations hit like a titillating tidal wave. The natural excitement, the warmth that enveloped my labia, this gel I could feel was drawing all the blood to where it mattered most. I wanted my boyfriend more than ever, and once he started massaging my tingling clit, I knew I couldn’t keep him from joining this heightened pleasure party for much longer.

As I laid on my back and he continued to swirl his fingers around inside me, I snatched up his arousal gel from the coffee table and squeezed a few drops onto my own fingertips. We made eye contact and he saw that I wanted to give him the same seductive joy, so I grabbed his already hardening dick to slather on the cool (and very concentrated) gel drops.

Just like my experience, I could tell in his subtle jaw drop that the effect was nearly instantaneous. I continued softly stroking his penis, which felt like it was getting harder and so much thicker. When he was able to pry open his eyes in between similar rushes of ecstasy-filled sensation, he couldn’t get over the elevation of feeling as well. It was one of the most solid, multi-dimensional erections he had ever experienced—which we both knew was ready for a lot more than just a hand job.

As the increased arousal continued, I pivoted myself around and assumed one of our favorites: 69. With so much feeling building up in our precious parts, we thought it’d be the perfect pairing with such passion-inducing elixirs as these. And boy, were we right!

The second he slid his tongue inside, my world was officially rocked. It was electrifying and totally satisfying in every sense of the two words combined. It already took a lot to edge myself away from orgasming just seconds in, because without a doubt, I didn’t want this pleasure train to end any time soon. At the opposite end, he was just as enthralled. Once my soft, wet lips simultaneously began sliding up and down his still incredibly hard dick, it was taking him through a whole new world of oral-fueled delight.

Of course this position always feel amazing, but combined with the power of the arousal gels, it magnified absolutely everything to planes of pleasure neither one of us had ever experienced. After a few minutes passed, we both were overwhelmed with sensitivity. Finishing a few minutes apart from each other, we got to watch the rousing rush come over one another’s face and lay there in the residual buzz that each of our semi-throbbing bottom halves were still experiencing.

So regardless of how you like to play, we can pretty well guarantee a few dabs of his & hers arousal gel can be just the thing to get your Valentine’s Day party started. Whether busting it out when getting down to business with a partner, or simply your own bad self, there’s no way you’ll regret the punch these little potions of pleasure can deliver.

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The rich smell of turkey, ham, and other delicious delights wafting through the condo nudged Stan awake. Carol would have been up at the crack of dawn—literally—because their annual holiday dinner was her favorite meal of the year to prepare. She was fine with doing all the cooking because she discovered early in their marriage that the best way her husband could help her in the kitchen was to stay as far away as possible. Their deal was that as long as he took charge of everything else to do with entertaining their guests, he was free to spend the day however he liked. His plan was to have a leisurely breakfast, run a few last-minute errands, watch some football, then get everything together for the guests.

Fortunately, it was a glorious December day. If it wasn’t too windy, maybe everyone could have drinks and chat on the couple’s huge deck. He went into the kitchen to grab his coffee, kissed his wife—being careful not to interrupt whatever she was doing—and headed for the deck. He wanted to make sure it wasn’t too cool or too breezy.

“Baby. I could really use your help.” Carol’s voice rang from the kitchen.

“Be right there, sweets.”

He sprang up. He always felt guilty at how much his wife shouldered the burden for the holiday feast. He was thrilled to actually be able to do something in the kitchen.

He walked up to her as she was kneading some dough.

“OK, this is going to seem really stupid. I need you to scratch my nose.”

Stan scrunched up his face. “Scratch your—”

“Stan! Will you please just do it!”

He quickly reached over and obediently scratched her nose as she continued to knead the dough. She let out a deep sigh of relief.

“Thanks. That was killing me.”

He laughed. “Would you care to explain what kind of baking emergency I just helped with?”

She smiled. “When we were in Venice last summer and I was studying those 15th century manuscripts in the library, I found the oddest thing. A bunch of recipes, of all things. Recipes! One of them is for the bread I’m making. It calls for some really unusual spices, and you knead it twice as long as usual—about 20 minutes. It’s also critical that once you start kneading the dough, you can’t stop—not even for a second. And you can’t vary the rhythm at all. As you can imagine, it’s really tough to do. I did a test bake last week, however, and the bread tastes amazing! I’m only about half way through, so when my nose started itching, I couldn’t stop to scratch it myself. Fortunately, my man-servant was there to save the day. Sorry to have interrupted your coffee.”

“I was happy to be of service.” He headed back towards the deck—then stopped. He turned around and admired how focused his wife was on the task at hand. He also admired how nicely her black yoga pants, uncovered by her apron, hugged her beautifully toned ass.

“Let me get this straight,” he said with a frisky tone she couldn’t miss. “You can’t stop kneading that dough for the next ten minutes, or the bread will be ruined?”

She knew what that voice meant. “Stanley Bartholomew Wolf. If you know what’s good for you, you will go back to the deck this very moment!” She tried to sound like a stern prison warden but couldn’t. She found her husband’s playfully naughty side irresistible.

“You don’t understand,” he pretended to be reassuring. “I want to help. I’ve been watching you, and I understand the rhythm. Knead. Knead. Knead. Turn. Fold. Knead. Knead. Knead. Turn. Fold. I’ll call out the rhythm, so you don’t even have to think about it.” By now he was standing directly behind her. He untied her apron, slid his hands under her t-shirt, and began massaging her ample breasts.

“What are you—”

“Knead… Knead… Knead… Turn… Fold. Come on. Pay attention. I’m just mimicking the way you’re kneading the dough. Isn’t this a fun way to make bread?”

She giggled. “OK. You have a point.”

After a couple of playful, but matter of fact rounds of instructions, he murmured sensuously in her ear. “Knead … Knead … Knead … Turn … Fold.” He kissed the back of her neck and squeezed her breasts in the way that always made her crazy. Her nipples stiffened against his palms.

“Stanley. That’s not fair. You’re going to ruin the bread. Stop it.” She protested breathlessly.

“Knead… Knead… Knead… Turn… Fold.” He continued massaging her breasts, then pressed his hard cock against her behind.

She let out a deep sigh and kept on kneading. “You devil, you. Stop it!”

“Knead… Knead… Knead… Turn… Fold. You’re doing great. Just keep working the dough.”

“Stop! Please!”

He let go of her breasts.

“Thank you.”

She spoke to soon.

In an instant, he pulled down both his pajama bottoms and her yoga pants. He slid his rock hard, veined cock between her legs. It nestled between her warm, wet lips.

She moaned deeply, her heart pounding. Her body instinctively pushed back trying to help the shaft find its home. Somehow, she kept kneading. “Jesus, Stan! Please stop! You’re killing me, and you’re going to ruin the bread. Please,” she begged.

“Knead.” His shaft slid against her slick, swollen labia. “Knead.” [stroke] “Knead.” [stroke] “Turn” [stroke] “Fold.” [stoke] With each beat, his penis got more covered with her slippery juices. He squeezed her breasts hard.

A timer dinged. She collapsed onto the counter. “OK, you son of a biscuit, I’m so turned on I can’t see straight.” She stuck out her ass. Her ruby lips glistened. “Put me out of my misery.”

Her husband grabbed hold of her hips. He slid deep inside her tight pussy, now drenched by her juices. He leaned hard against her, and the couple remained still. They let out guttural groans of relief.

After teasing his wife for as long as he had, he knew he’d be in trouble for the rest of the day if he didn’t get down to business. One of the joys of marriage is that he knew exactly how to bring her body to ecstasy. In this standing position, she loved a combination of short and long strokes, and it was guaranteed to hit her G-spot. He started with three short stokes, where just the head of his cock penetrated her. These were followed by a fourth deep stroke where his cock went as far as it could. The tension of the three short ones made the deep one feel amazing for both of them. His pace was slow, but consistent. The rhythm was excruciatingly perfect. After each set of four, Carol moaned, “Oh, Stan. Give it to me.” But each time, her voice was different—higher pitched, faster, more tense. When it became ‘pleading,’ Stan added his own encouragement. “Come on my cock, babe. It feels so great when your pussy pulses all around it. Come on my hard, hungry cock.”

It was as surefire a recipe as what Carol used with the bread. “God, Stan, I’m going to come. Fuck me, you sexy man.” As soon as his shaft penetrated all the way inside her, her pussy clenched tightly and spasmed around her husband’s shaft. Stan couldn’t hold back any longer and came deep inside his wife. They moaned loudly. Their bodies shook. Carol lay bent over top of the counter; Stan, on top of her.

After they calmed down, Stan stepped back and began pulling his pajama pants back up. As his wife turned around, she stepped out of her yoga pants, removed her apron and t-shirt. Standing naked, she wagged her finger at her husband. “I don’t think so, you devil. I’ve told you before, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“You do know I’m not 20 anymore, don’t you?” he laughed.

“Leave that to me,” she winked.

She quickly removed his robe, pajama top and bottoms. Folding the robe and putting it in front of him, she knelt on it. She took his flaccid penis in her mouth, sucked on it to a very specific rhythm, and squeezed his balls to the same rhythm. Two minutes later, it was impressively hard.

“Wow! How?” Stan sputtered.

“Explanations later. Right now, you got me so horny, we’re not done.”

She pulled her husband onto the kitchen floor. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

Straddling him, she mounted his rejuvenated cock. She let out another deep moan and began circling her hips around his rock-hard shaft.

The way her warm, wet, tight pussy gripped and massaged his cock as she spun her hips made him feel like he might come again at any second. “That feels amazing,” he moaned.

She leaned forward with her hands on Stan’s chest. “OK, cowboy. I’m going to fuck your beautiful hard cock until it gives me a great orgasm, erupts inside me, and fills my pussy with your cum.”

Unlike the slow, rhythmic lovemaking they enjoyed against the counter, this was raw fucking. She slammed down on his stiff shaft over and over, grunting each time with a primal glee. She was lost in the moment—on a mission to fuck the two of them to ecstasy.

Stan loved seeing his wife like this. She was neither his recipe-collecting wife nor the serious researcher everyone knew on campus. She was a woman who loved to fuck and wasn’t embarrassed to show it. He knew he was remarkably lucky to be married to her.

He’d love to have lasted longer. It was a perfect moment. But—the sight of this amazing sex goddess riding him, how great his cock felt being home in her wet pussy, and the sound of their bodies slapping together from the juices of their passion—it was more than he could handle. His penis swelled, twitched and he came. He bucked hard and jetted into her again. She spasmed around his cock at the same instant. They both screamed incoherently as their bodies shook.

As their heads cleared, they kissed lovingly.

“Don’t let anyone tell you,” Carol smiled coyly, “that 15th century Venetian medical manuscripts don’t contain some hidden secrets.”

“You mean. That thing you did. That was in the manuscript?”

“That’s right. And if you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll find out that I picked up some other things as well.”

***

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What’s the best thing that’s ever happened to you in bed? When asking this question to a few of my more ‘experienced’ friends the dopey smiles that crossed their faces were heartwarming. They’ve had some pretty great sex. Recalling it brings up memories of epic orgasms, tantalizing teasing, fantasies realized, and more. Good sex is standard, but great sex can be elusive, so when you find it the memories become something of legend.

Here are the best things done in bed, as told by people who experienced them.

Domination Desires

“I always told my girlfriend about this fantasy I had about fishnet stockings, her hair pulled back and wet, and me tied to the bed. We never actually made that fantasy happen while we were together, but we did meet up one night post-breakup, on my birthday, when she surprised me at home with all the fixings to make the fantasy happen. It was one of the best nights of sex I’ve ever had. It kind of made me realize how great of a girlfriend she could be and that I didn’t appreciate her. We’re still friends to this day and I tell her that fantasy made me truly realize what I lost.” — Dan, 39

Talk This Way

“I think we all have some pretty twisted fantasies that we don’t share with many partners. You wait for that special partner who isn’t going to judge you. I’ve had a long-standing, long-distance hookup buddy who I can tell absolutely any fantasy to. And I have some strange ones. Like, step-brother step-sister ones. But this woman just allows me to say whatever comes naturally and doesn’t make me feel like a freak. She even engages back with me in the dirty talk and asks me questions to fill out the fantasy. I feel like I can completely be myself with her because she’s not in my everyday world.” — Steve, 33

Persistent Pleasure

“You know when you’ve just had too many orgasms in one session and your vagina gets super sensitive and you just can’t possibly be touched anymore? Yeah, well, I thought I was at that point. But my partner insisted he go down on me despite my arguments of, ‘Not again. I can’t again.’ Well, turns out I could, and I did. And I thanked that good man.” — Lauren, 29

Flattery Gets You Anywhere

“I actually like to be complimented on my performance in bed. When a guy compliments my skills at pleasing him, it turns me on. I thrive on the positive feedback. One time a guy kept praising me as I was giving him a blowjob, showering me with adulation and praise and really giving me those grunts of positivity. It absolutely drove me insane to the point where I couldn’t even finish him, I had to get on top of him.” — Samantha, 30

Target Acquired

“One guy was able to target my G-spot by pressing down on my pelvis from the outside. To this day I still haven’t been able to have other guys replicate it. It was the craziest, most intense orgasm and it felt amazing.” — Margaret, 42

Blasts from the Past

“This may sound weird, but my girlfriend and I get off watching videos of each other having sex with previous partners. It took a while before we both were able to admit to each other that we were independently into that. Imagine our surprise when we both said, “I like that, too!” Now it’s a healthy part of our sex life. We don’t swing or sleep with other people, but the idea of bringing each other into these past moments makes it like we are reliving it together and sharing it together. I love watching her get off, and vice versa. It actually brought us insanely close together and has lead to the best sex I’ve ever had.” — Michael, 36

Test Drive

“I met a guy on Tinder but it took a few months before we actually met in person because he lives far away. In those months we developed a sexy friendship with flirty conversations and the occasional nudie pic. By the time we met the anticipation was so intense. But he didn’t want to jump into sex right away. Instead he basically took my body for a test drive. With our underwear on he tossed me around the bed like a rag doll seeing which positions would suit our bodies best. No one has ever done that to me before. It was insanely hot to build the anticipation even further, so that when we finally did take our clothes off I was dying for him to touch me.” — Gaby, 31

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With winter upon us it’s time for temperatures to finally cool down; but with that also comes the perfect chance to really crank up the heat—which made easy with the Eclipse Slender Vibrating Plug.

As someone whose closet rivals that of Morticia Addams and Ozzy Osbourne, of course this buzz-filled anal toy’s sexily sleek and sophisticated all-black exterior is what drew my initial attention. From past experience using regular butt plugs, I knew they were a great way to ease yourself into multi-erogenous bliss; so taking things to the next level with one that vibrates (in 12 different patterns!) was sure to be a wild ride.

Once it arrived in it’s equally as alluring box, I instantly had to bust it out. Just one stroke of the silky-smooth silicone surface was more than enough to foresee its potential. So as you can imagine, the urge to give it a whirl was pretty irresistible.

Conveniently enough my boyfriend was home, so the second we slid that night’s dinner into the oven for a good stint of low and slow cooking, we ran straight upstairs to see what this little gem was all about. After getting warmed up with some passionate kissing, caressing, and shaft stroking, we were revved and ready to debut the star of tonight’s sensuous show. He lubed up the plug and slowly slid it into my ass, which of course instantly felt amazing as it caressed every curve and crease—but that, my friends, was just the beginning.

With one easy push of the button, powerful pulsations shot though my entire lower body. While I’m certainly no stranger to the sensations of clitoral vibes, this feeling was different…deeper. Taking a minute just to embrace the tantalizing tremors, we couldn’t help but cycle through a couple of the patterns—which range from robustly quick spurts, to the slowest of sultry build ups—just to see what pleasure-packed possibilities we had at our fingertips. But after that was established (and my boyfriend saw my now-flushing face), it was time to share in the experience.

We positioned ourselves close so our bodies radiated heat off one another and he could start swirling his fingers deep inside me. Of course with the motor-tipped butt plug in tow, each and every motion brought on a thrill that felt ten times more powerful than usual, but we both knew this was still just the start. A few minutes in, oscillating in and out of climactic tease, I couldn’t take how much I wanted him. So it was time to grab the lube once again, slather it all over his rock-hard dick, and lower myself on top of him.

It was an instant punch of passion. The second he was inside me, I felt the plug’s vibration transfer all the way up his penis and back into my clit itself. He couldn’t get over how strongly the pulses hit his perineum and then coursed throughout the penis, and I couldn’t get over how it transformed his dick into a third source of vibration cascading with pleasure. We jackhammered, then slowly grinded, jackhammered again then slowed back down, all to take in the variety of satisfaction that flowed between each other as we continued to switch between different surges of the patterns.

What felt like five minutes was actually about 45. By the time we both climaxed, we were left with a bone-shattering buzz that couldn’t help but linger a few minutes after the fact. But once our euphoria began to mellow, it still felt like we could have melted right into the sheets beneath us.

So if you can get down with the pleasure perks of anal toys heightening any and all sensations, vibrating plugs like the Eclipse are a perfect addition to your arsenal of arousal. You can take it however fast or slow your turned-on heart may desire, but if one thing’s for sure, either way, don’t underestimate the powerful sensations this super approachable little plug has to offer.

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I receive a lot of sex toys. Like, a lot. In fact, I have a whole bottom drawer full of them. That’s been one of the perks of writing about sex for the past five years. But, sadly, it’s been a perk that has been lost on me. I’m terrified of complex vibrators.

Wait…what?

Yes, you read that correctly. No, I am not a virgin. Far from it. I love sex. I have had all sorts of epic, mind-blowing, trance-like sex. With multiple partners. I’ve even gone to sex parties and had sex in front of other people. Point being, I am not a prude.

But in the absence of a relationship or a penis for the night, I’ve always had one vibrator that manages to do the job just the way I like it. No muss, no fuss. Just a solid, strong orgasm to call my own. Ornate vibrators always freaked me out. The phallic shapes with neon colors, the various appendages that vibrate and swirl and light up. It all seemed a bit…much.

So when I unwrapped the ‘Pattering’ G-spot Rabbit I admittedly cowered in fear. But curiosity got the better of me. So I unwrapped the package. First touch sent shivers through my fingertips—so silky soft. A little bit of porn and a little bit of lube and I was ready to give it a whirl.

I rubbed a small amount of lube on the tapered head of the massager. After a few minutes of light-stroking nipple play, I felt myself getting wet and relaxed enough to slide the head of the toy inside me. I was nervous, to say the least. But with a little bit of pressure, the ‘Pattering’ G-spot Rabbit slid inside me with a nice and tight fit.

Three buttons on the base of the toy control the various vibrations. The middle button controls a vibrating, rotating pad on the bulby g-spot tip of the vibe. The bottom button controls the various vibrating speeds of the clit stimulator, which perfectly teases the clit while the vibrator is inside. For the first few minutes I played with only the clit vibrator, while I used my hand to rub my nipples, which tends to be the way that gets me insanely worked up. If you want to make me have a blackout orgasm, that’s the way to start. I figured it would be similar with a vibrator.

I figured right.

After a few minutes of teasing my clit with the pulsing on-and-off of the clit vibrator I was ready to take the plunge with the G-spot massager. I was nervous, admittedly, and maybe not as relaxed as I could have been. But once I felt a bead of moisture trickle down the shaft of the toy, I knew that I was insanely turned on, and I was ready for a G-spot orgasm—something different than I’d felt before.

I slowed the vibration on the clit vibrator, because I felt myself about to come and I knew there were so many more functions to explore. Because the rechargeable massager has 10 vibrations and three pulsation speeds, I knew I needed to take my time.

I started to feel my body get hot, like it usually does when I’m pleasing myself the way I know how, and I could tell my orgasm was building. The added motion of the unique, pattering, G-spot stimulator was smooth yet intense, and coupled with the external vibrator, my back began to arch and my toes began to curl. Eventually I felt my pussy start to loosen up for the shaft inside of me, which only made the pattering motion on my G-spot even more intense, especially as I did a gentle rotation with the shaft, slowly pulling it in and out and turning it slightly to the side to hit all the right angles.

Between the 10 vibration patterns and three pulsation speeds, I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface on what the ‘Pattering’ G-spot Rabbit is capable of. And, believe it or not, once I find the combination I like, the vibrator will remember the correct setting to get me off to my liking. Every. Single. Time.

So maybe I wasn’t a vibrator girl before. But I clearly see that I have missed a memo. And I am moaning to catch up.

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Phylicia, Manuel, and Portia walked out of the stadium arm in arm after graduation practice.

“Our last time together,” Phylicia sighed. “Our parents all arrive tomorrow. As soon as graduation’s over, we take off to different parts of the country. I’m going to miss you guys like crazy.”

“Me, too,” the others echoed as they wrapped each other in a group hug.

“In that case, we need to have a proper going away party,” Manuel said as he broke away and slipped under a temporary tent they were passing. He emerged with three champagne bottles. “The VIP reception tonight. The bartender’s a friend of mine. He even gave us chilled ones.”

*

Once they got to Portia’s room, they plopped onto her bed, opened the champagne, and reminisced about their four years together. In no time, they were finished with the second bottle—and feeling the effects.

Manuel stopped in the middle of refilling the glasses with bottle number three. “Do you realize that all the stories we’ve been telling are about how hard we worked? Is that all we ever did?”

“Yup,” Phylicia took a sip. “But that’s what we had to do to end up in top grad schools. Why? Do you have regrets?”

He studied the bubbles in his champagne glass and frowned. “To be honest. Yeah.” He turned towards his friends. “You guys?”

Portia shrugged her shoulders. “Sure. But it’s normal to wonder what was going on at all those parties we missed—and what might have happened if we went.”

“Me too,” admitted Phylicia. “I wouldn’t have done things differently, but I wonder.” Then her face lit up. “Hey!” She held up her glass. “I propose that as part of the final gathering of the Three Musketeers, we do something outrageous. This way we’ll have at least one story about our ‘wild college years.’”

The trio cheered and clinked their glasses.

“Great idea,” said Portia. “I vote for getting really drunk.”

Phylicia laughed and put her arm around her. “You’re already really drunk, Sweetie. Something else.” Then a naughty glint appeared in her eyes. “I know. We each write down something that’s over-the-top and scandalous. Something really shocking—not at all like us. We put our ideas in a hat and pull one out. Everybody promises ahead of time that no matter what it says, we do it. And we never ask whose suggestion it was.”

They eyed each other with uncharacteristically naughty smirks.

“I’m in,” said Portia.

“Me too,” echoed Manuel.

Phylicia handed out sheets of paper. “Just make it really wild. Remember, this is our ‘no regrets’ moment. So, what shocking thing should the three of us do to cap off our days here?”

As each finished, they folded up the paper and put it in Manuel’s blue cap. Phylicia picked it up and held it out in front of Portia. “What’s our fate, Sweetie?”

She closed her eyes, reached in, and took one of the slips. She opened it and giggled. “If I weren’t so drunk, I’d be embarrassed. But champagne has this weird effect on me. Fuck it.” She took a deep breath. “This was mine. But I’m not going to read it out loud. You’re going to think I’m a freak anyway. Why humiliate myself even more?”

“Ooo, this must be juicy.” Phylicia snatched it away. She looked at it and her eyebrows went up. “This is yours?”

Portia pulled a blanket over her head. “That’s it. Rub it in. I’m a secret sex fiend.”

“That’s not what I’m saying. This is mine.”

“No. It’s mine. You don’t think I know my own dirty fantasy?” she giggled.

Manuel took the slip out of Phylicia’s hand. “What’s with you guys?” He read the paper and frowned. “I don’t know what you’re arguing about, this was my idea.”

Phylicia grabbed the hat. “This makes no sense.” She dumped out the remaining pieces of paper, opened them, placed them beside each other, and added the one in Manuel’s hand.

The three of them just stared at the pieces of paper with their mouths open. They all said the same thing: ‘What should we do? Each other! Because I’ve never been with a woman.’

They were stunned. The two women looked at each other.

“Really?”

“You too?”

“Holy shit!”

Then they looked at Manuel. “What can I say? I lied before. I was embarrassed to admit I was a still a virgin.”

They all burst out laughing and hugged one another. Fortunately, with everyone’s inhibitions washed away by the bubbles, they wasted no time enthusiastically getting each other naked.

Manuel and Portia yanked off Phylicia’s t-shirt, bra, and yoga pants.

“No panties! You slut!” teased Portia.

“Miss I’ve-been-secretly-lusting- after-my-BFF is calling me a slut? That’s a laugh.” Phylicia playfully shoved Portia back onto her back. She pushed her short red skirt up over her hips, and roared when she saw the writing on the panties. ‘If you lick it, it will cum.’ “Who’s the slut now?” As she pulled down the white cotton, a shaved and moistening pussy revealed itself. “I’ve dreamt about this! I’m in heaven.” In an instant, she dove between her friend’s legs and set off a cascade of deep, passionate moans.

As Portia squirmed against her lover’s hungry mouth, Manuel pulled off her tight, midriff baring top. Leaning over, he kissed her breasts and sucked her hard, pink nipples. She moaned even more. When Phylicia tongue-fucked her and Manuel ran his teeth against her nipples, she rocketed to a climax. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed. “Oh fuck! OH FUCK!”

After her body stopped vibrating, she reached down and pulled Phylicia on top of her. “I’ve always loved you, but I was afraid of doing that.”

“Me too, Sweetie,” she replied tenderly. “But before we give Manuel the impression that we don’t love him as much as we love each other, I think we have a virgin to deflower.”

The look on Manuel’s face said he couldn’t believe his good fortune.

Giggling the whole time, the girls stripped off his shirt, slacks, and briefs. As his large cock sprang up, both girls said, “Oh my!” at the same time and exchanged naughty smiles.

“You lucky devil, Manuel. You are going to make any number of women deliriously happy. Starting with us!” She turned to Phylicia. “How do we decide who goes first?”

“Higher GPA?”

“Seems fair. Yours?”

“4.0 As perfect as my tits.” Phylicia caressed them as she winked at Manuel.

“Hold on there, sister. You forgot about my A+ in Calculus. 4.01. But don’t worry. Since his dick has no mileage on it, he’ll be able to give both of us a ride.” Sitting back on her heels, she turned to Manuel. “So, Romeo, what’s your pl—”

In one remarkable move, he leapt towards her, wrapped his arms around her, pushed her on to the mattress, and penetrated her. “Oh my God!” he yelled. The two of them let out deep, passionate groans. They kissed deeply as he pounded relentlessly into her.

“Oh, Manuel! Give it to me, baby! Give me that big, hard cock!” She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him deeper. Guttural, passionate, rough, hungry sounds came out of her mouth.

The couple writhed away like two animals in heat. Their bodies now coated with sweat, the scent of their furious coupling filled the room. To no one’s surprise, Manuel exploded quickly. “Oh my God! Oh Fuck! OH FUCK!”

Rolling off his partner onto the mattress, he looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry. I just couldn’t hold back. That was fucking amazing! I’ll make it up to you.”

“I’ll hold you to that, Bucko. But first we need to give Phylicia a taste of that great cock.” She slid down and sucked his dick. He was hard again in no time.

The third musketeer needed no urging. She straddled the young man and slowly slid down the stiff, veined penis. She luxuriated in its size. “Oh my God!” When she had it completely inside her, she moaned deeply. “Fuck, Manuel!”

Portia winked. “See what I mean?” Then, eyeing her friend mounted on the young stud, she said lustily, “I think Manuel deserves a treat for what he’s giving us.” Straddling him and facing Phylicia, she lowered herself so her pussy was in reach of his mouth. “You get to pleasure both of us at the same time, Stud. First time out of the gate, and you get a real-life threesome with a pair of sexy sluts.”

“Holy shit! You guys are fucking awesome!” He wrapped his arms around her legs, pulled her lips against his mouth, and sucked her sopping pussy.

Pleasure filled the girls’ faces as they squirmed against him. They mirrored each other as they played with their tits and rubbed their clits. The room filled with totally incomprehensible, animalistic, moans and grunts.

After a while, Portia raised herself and moved off. “So that Phylicia gets the full effect of that great cock of yours, Manuel, you need to fuck her brains out.”

Needing no further encouragement, he roughly pulled his partner against him, wrapped his arms around her so they’d stay joined, and flipped them over. He pinned her arms about her head and penetrated her, over and over. With every thrust, the two of them grunted.

“Jesus, Manuel! You are so big! Fuck me! Fill me up! FUCK ME HARD!”

Responding with a Neanderthal growl, he banged into her without mercy.

“Jesus, Manuel! So good! God! Fuck me, baby! FUCK ME!” Moments later, her body tensed, then erupted. “OH MANUEL! OH GOD!”

Once Phylicia’s body stopped shaking and she’d caught her breath, she turned to Manuel. “Holy shit, Manuel. You’re amazing. And don’t take this the wrong way, but now that I’ve had some cock,” she giggled, “I’m craving some pussy.”

The two girls lay down beside each other and kissed tenderly. They stroked, fondled, caressed, and licked every part of each other’s body. The growing intensity showed on their faces. Portia settled between her lover’s legs and feasted on her juicy, ruby labia. “You have the most delicious pussy, Sweetie.”

“Oh, Portia. I’m glad this is finally happening.”

After a few minutes, Portia sat back on her heels. “I want to watch you when you come.” She pressed Phylicia’s legs apart, slid two fingers into her pussy, and began working her clit with her other hand.

As her lover’s body tightened, she closed her eyes. “Christ, Sweetie! That’s it! Right there! Just like that!”

Portia kept up a slow, steady rhythm.

“Oh shit! I’m going to come! Oh shit! I’m coming!” Her face contorted even more. “I’M COMING! I’M COMING! I’M COMING!” She fisted the sheets hard as her back arched. “OH GOD!” As ecstasy tore through her, her body shook.

*

The trio were so drenched with sweat and sexy juices, they squeezed into Portia’s shower and rinsed off. Back on the bed, they picked up their champagne glasses. Manuel had a naughty smirk on his face. “Next year’s reunion?” They exchanged knowing looks and clinked glasses.

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Taking Linzey by the hand, Matt led her into the shower. When he turned the faucet, hot water shot out from every direction. It was the most luxurious shower she’d ever been in.

The handsome lifeguard gazed at her adoringly. He pulled her against his hard body and gave her the deepest, most passionate kiss she’d ever experienced. Their tongues entwined and their bodies—desperate to be joined—pressed together. She nearly swooned at his body’s edges—and his large and very hard cock cradled against her. She loved the feeling of their wet, naked skin sliding against each other.

She gave herself completely to the moment, overwhelmed by this amazing man’s love for her. He’d risked his life to save her when she was caught in the powerful rip current. There wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for him. She was his—body, heart, and soul.

His face was filled with love and desire for her. No man had ever looked at her that way before. “I cannot tell you how much I love you, and how much I want you.” The hunger in his voice was deliciously unsettling. There was no doubt what was about to happen. She toyed with the idea of resisting—just to see how much he wanted her. She smirked to herself. Maybe next time.

She shivered with excitement. She kissed him passionately and ground herself against his cock. She couldn’t wait to have it buried deep inside her—to be penetrated and possessed by this amazing man.

“Soon enough,” he smiled. “But first, …” He picked up the bottle of citrus scented shower gel, filled his hands with it and began lathering every inch of her body. His touch was gentle at first, then greedier.

Filled with the soapy lotion, his hands glided effortlessly over her skin. It felt like he was wearing the softest silk gloves imaginable.  He made large, slow circles around her breasts—always approaching, but never quite touching her nipples. Frustrated, she pushed out her breasts hoping her stiff peaks might get at least a glancing touch.

As he completed each circle around her breasts, he’d pause for a moment, then let his hands drift slowly down the front of her torso. Each time, his fingers would travel an inch lower—until he cupped her pussy. She moaned. He massaged her lips and teased her opening. “Matt … please …” was all she could manage. His stroking caused her world to shrink. All that existed now was the deep hunger inside her, begging for satisfaction.

He knelt down on the white tiles in front of her and looked up with a lusty smile. She couldn’t take it anymore. Her hunger was primal and overpowering. It took over her brain. “Eat me, Matt,” she said—begging and commanding at the same time. She couldn’t believe those words had just come out of her mouth. Her idea of ‘dirty talk’ was typically a lot tamer. But this sexy man was releasing a new part of her. She let her lust take control. She thrust her torso towards him. “Eat me, Matt. Eat my wet, pink pussy.”

His face darkened. There was going to be nothing gentle and romantic about their first coupling. He was about to fuck her brains out. He roughly lifted her leg onto his shoulder and dove in. She moaned deeply as his large, warm tongue explored every bit of her swollen, ruby pussy. Holding her ass, he pressed her against his mouth. He sucked her labia, teased her clit and even tongue fucked her. His repeated moans against her sensitive flesh were making her crazy.

Remarkably, she was already surging towards an orgasm. She leaned against the wall and held his head against her pussy. “Oh, yes, Matt. Just like that. Just like that! RIGHT THERE!” Within seconds, her body shook. “OH MY GOD!” As she came, he continued licking her. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. Her body jerked hard, but he held her tight against his mouth. “OH FUCK!”

While she was recovering, he grabbed under her legs, and lifted her effortlessly as he stood up. He pressed her into the hard white tile. His eyes said it was his turn. She loved feeling under his power. With her legs wrapped around him, she felt the warm head of his stiff cock nestle against her opening. As the first inch pressed into her, she felt herself stretch like never before. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped. He was so much bigger than any man she’d ever been with. She wanted to ask him to take it slow. She couldn’t. “FUCK ME, MATT! FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT DELICIOUS DICK!”

As he banged mercilessly into her, she let out a loud, deep, primal groan. “OH, MATT!” His penis felt like it was made of steel. It hurt to be penetrated so quickly, so sharply, so fully. But it was the most satisfying pain she’d ever felt. It was a drug she’d instantly become addicted to. “MORE MATT! FUCK ME!” When he penetrated her, all she could think of was how full—how complete—she felt. When his cock retreated, getting ready for its next powerful thrust, she felt so empty she was heartsick. All that mattered was having him inside her and feeling her body respond to him like it had with no other man. Her hunger for him was so great, so desperate, she was out of control.

When her whole body began to tingle, she knew what was hurtling towards her. An amazing wave of orgasm—even more powerful than the ocean waves that had almost drowned her. She squeezed her inner muscles as hard as she could. His cock immediately twitched, swelled, and exploded—jetting his warm come deep inside her. “Christ! Linzey! Oh God! Oh fuck!” he yelled as he bucked against her, pushing even deeper into her. The joy-filled pain pushed her over the edge. Her pussy spasmed, clenching his erupting dick. She screamed something raw, primeval, and inarticulate. Her body shook uncontrollably. She was filled with an ecstasy of the sort she’d never experienced—and couldn’t handle. She passed out.

*

When she came to in a wondrously comfortable bed, she was still very groggy. She heard water running. Matt must be in the shower. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Definitely not my bed. I hear waves. A lifeguard. Of course he lives by the beach. He must have taken me home. She was embarrassed she couldn’t remember how she got there.

The room was too bright, so she pulled the covers over her head. She felt exhausted, but also refreshed, energized. She smiled to herself. Just the way you want to feel after a great fuck. She sighed contentedly and decided to stay in bed and doze for a while.

The shower stopped. A couple minutes later, she felt him sit on the bed and gently stroke her hair.

“Are you OK? You were moaning and groaning so much in your sleep I was worried. One time it sounded like you were even in pain. I was about to wake you up, but then you quieted down.”

“Sorry. That must have been annoying. Actually, thanks to your pounding my pussy into submission, I had the best night’s sleep in ages. As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t mind an encore. So, Matt, you want to get lucky?”

She threw the covers off and shamelessly offered her naked body to her lover. She was greeted by a perplexed look on the face of her husband. “Well, … I can’t think of a better way to start our vacation. But first, who’s Matt?”

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As Shakti was in the middle of a lunge, she felt a sharp pain in her right quad. It was so bad, she almost lost her balance, and her face tightened in response to the burning.

“Sit!” Ellen, her trainer, pointed to a bench. She examined the leg. “You’re lucky. It’s just a cramp. Let me work on it.”

Ellen’s pressure on the knot got the muscle to release. “There. It’ll be sore for a bit, but you’re OK. That’s it for today, so go sit in the whirlpool. Use the jet in the right corner. Let it work it’s magic, and you’ll feel like a new woman. You’ll be fine for Friday’s workout.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” she saluted.

Shakti headed for the locker room. Because she’d only recently joined the gym, she hadn’t had a chance to try out the hot tub yet. She’d eyed the seductive, bubbly waters every time she passed the enormous 15-person tub on the way to the shower. After each tough workout, she dreamed of soaking her sore muscles in it. Now was her chance. She showered quickly and waded into the empty body of gently churning water.

She had no trouble finding the jet Ellen referred to. It was noticeably stronger than the others. However, because there was a ledge all the way around the tub for people to sit on, it took some finesse to position herself so the jet hit directly against her quad. She glanced at the clock on the wall. She could tend to the muscle for another ten minutes, then have enough time to shower, dress and get back to work.

After a few uncomfortable minutes, she decided to shift position. But she moved too abruptly, lost her balance and splashed into the water. Mid-tumble, however, she felt something… ‘Whoa! Where did that come from?’

A wave of exquisitely delicious liquid heat—more intense than anything she’d ever felt—coursed through her body. It was just as well she was submerged. The water muted what would have been an uncontrollable, loud moan. The electric jolt had turned her brain into mush and her legs into noodles. It took her a minute to right herself and come back to earth.

There could be only one explanation. The strong, warm stream from the jet must have brushed her clitoris as she fell. But that was just a quick, glancing touch. How could something so passing generate such a shock of absolutely extraordinary pleasure? At home, she’d played with her handheld shower-head enough to know that her clit loved being massaged by warm, pulsing water. But she’d never felt anything like this.

Intrigued, she carefully knelt on the ledge and positioned herself so the jet hit her clit head on. She instantly let out a short, deep, passionate grunt. ‘Oh fuck!’ Her body vibrated so much, she had to grab the edge of the tub to keep from falling again. Her knees buckled, and her clit moved out of the line of fire.

She stepped back and tried to clear her head. ‘Oh my God. This is amazing!’ She looked at the clock and bit her lip. She’d be late. She’d keep an important client waiting. She’d never done that. She was Miss Dependable. Her boss would ask what had happened. What would she say? It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing but the prospect of an amazing orgasm.

She heard voices in the locker room and shower. There was no guarantee someone wouldn’t join her in the tub at the crucial moment. She had to act quickly. Did she dare? What if someone saw her? Her body pulsed with desire. She was helpless against temptation’s pull. She surrendered.

She clenched her jaw tightly. She couldn’t make any incriminating sounds. She positioned herself and gripped the edge of the tub firmly. Pleasure filled her immediately. In an instant, her entire body tingled.  Her hips ground against the hard stream. She closed her eyes, leaned forward and desperately fucked the jet. She swallowed a moan. She tried, but failed, to silence a series of grunts. The pleasure was nothing like she’d ever felt before. It was so primal, part of her actually wanted someone to see what she was doing.

The vibrations kicked up to become a veritable electric charge. It was like holding onto a live wire so powerful she was unable to let go. The current surged. As her body tensed, she felt herself lifted up. Higher. Higher. Her brain was so awash with pleasure, she felt lightheaded. Her body tensed even more. Tighter. Tighter. She was wound so tightly, her need for release was painful. ‘Oh fuck. Please! Please!’ All at once she exploded in ecstasy. Her pussy spasmed. Her hips bucked. Her entire body shook. Her heart pounded so furiously, it felt like it would burst through her chest. She gripped the tub’s edge as liquid joy shot through her. She buried her head against her arm struggling to muffle a deep moan. She stayed that way until her body quieted. As her head cleared, she took a deep breath. ‘Amazing. Fanfuckingtastic! Just what I needed.’

When she stepped back and turned to leave, a woman was entering the tub. Had she seen Shakti getting herself off? ‘Act normal! Act normal!’ she ordered herself. She smiled sheepishly at the woman. “I just joined. This was my first chance to try this. Quad cramp. I feel so much better.”

“Yes,” she replied with a smirk. “I bet you do.”

***

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“Finally! Five years later! I’m so happy!”

Marie admired herself in the mirror, delighting in the fact that after months of dieting and exercise, she fit into her wedding dress again. She looked gorgeous in the white, backless number with a high slit.

Laughing, she twirled around, loving the way the fabric floated. She did it again, testing to make sure her small alteration held.

She wagged her finger at the photo beside the bed of her and her husband on their wedding day. “I’m very disappointed in the two of you. Your life is nothing but work, work, work. You’ve become dull, dull, dull. But that’s about to end.”

*

“So, this is the anniversary surprise you’ve been planning? We’re reliving our wedding reception in the same hotel? You’re even wearing your gown.  Great idea.” He lifted his champagne glass to toast her. “Here’s to my fabulous wife.”

She smiled as they clinked glasses.

“This is the same meal, right?”

“Mostly. We’ll have a different dessert. Our wedding day was so hectic, and I was too nervous about things going wrong. I didn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to. So I decided we deserved a relaxed do-over, one that lets us enjoy the romance more.”

“Great idea.” He paused. “A different dessert?” His face lit up. “Even better than what we had? That cake was great!”

Marie laughed at how strong her husband’s sweet tooth was. Chocolate trumps romance. Not after tonight.

“I’ll let you decide. But it’s going to take 20 minutes to prepare, so let’s dance. It’s even the same band.”

The couple swayed together for a few minutes, enveloped by the sultry saxophone. “This is nice. We should do this more often,” Philip murmured softly into her ear. She squeezed him tight in response. “That’s the plan.”

At the end of the song, she took him by the hand. “Let’s explore. I want to see what else we can reminisce about. Walking down the corridor, she pointed to a door. “I think this is where we waited after taking the pictures. Remember how excited we were getting ready to be introduced as husband and wife for the first time? Let’s take a peek.”

As Philip searched for a light switch, Marie slid onto the top of the dresser. She silently slid the straps off her shoulders and pulled the front of the dress down. Then she undid the grip she’d added. This allowed the skirt—now that Marie had extended the slit all the way to the waist—to open wide. Hidden by the darkness, she loved that her breasts were swollen, her pink nipples hard and her rosy labia moist. God it feels good to be a tart for a change! She couldn’t wait to see the look on her husband’s face.

Finding the light, Philip turned around and blanched. “Holy shit, Marie! You’re virtually naked!”

“Naked? I don’t think so,” she replied coyly. “I still have my dress on … sort of … and my shoes and stockings.” She snapped the garter belt against her creamy thigh for effect.

He smirked. “I know I don’t have the world’s best memory, but I would have remembered your doing this on our wedding day.”

“That’s the point,” she laughed. “Before the wedding, we joked about having sex at the reception. But we didn’t have the nerve to do it. I never got to be the ‘naughty bride.’ Tonight’s our do-over.”

“Naughty bride?”

“You know. Everybody thinks you’re primping, fixing your hair, touching up your makeup, giggling with your bridesmaids, being all innocent and girly. But in reality, you’re screwing your new husband while you’re still in your bridal gown. I say we remember this moment the way it should have been.”

She slid back on the dresser, leaned against the mirror, and opened her legs farther. Her wet pink lips beckoned. “What do you say, sailor? Want to hit this?”

Taking on the dark air of a disapproving prude, Philip walked towards her. He slowly undid his belt and loosened his trousers along the way. “I’m shocked, Marie. We just came from church. You’re dressed in virginal white. We have friends and family waiting out there to greet us and wish us well on having become responsible adults. And all you can think of is having sex? I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. I knew you had a wild side but I never imagined you were such a bad, bad girl as to think about sex on our wedding day! I think someone needs to be taught a lesson.”

By now Philip was right in front of her. Pulling his pants down, he released his hard, hungry cock from its fabric prison. Putting his hands on her legs, he opened them as far as they could go and put the head of his penis right against her moist opening.

“And the only lesson a strumpet like you understands is a good fuck.” He slammed into her with a deep groan. She responded in kind, as he pounded her mercilessly, his penis now slick with her juices. He kissed her deeply and passionately, roughly squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples. They went at it furiously—grunting and groaning in hunger and relief like two lovers who had been separated for years.

“God, Marie. You make me crazy. You are so sexy! Fuck, you are so tight! God, I can’t live without this pussy.”

“Do me, baby! Teach me a lesson! Screw me senseless. Give me everything you’ve got.” She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed hard. “I need you deep inside me. I want every inch of that cock. Fuck me, baby. Fill me up.”

He grabbed her ass and pulled her against him. He leaned in so that as he ground against her, he pressed against her clit.

“Oh baby. Like that! You’re going to make me come! Oh baby! Oh God!”

As she exploded, her pussy spasmed and made Phillip climax. “Oh shit, Marie! Oh babe!”

When their bodies calmed down, they kissed and laughed. He stroked her cheek gently. “I’ve been such an idiot, Sweetie. I should have been fucking you like this every day. I promise to do better.”

“I like the sound of that.” She kissed him.

They dressed quickly and stepped out of the room, grateful no one had come in while they were screwing. After a couple of steps back towards the restaurant, Philip turned around. He winked and pointed to the door. “Say, isn’t that where we had sex while everyone was waiting for us at the reception?”

Marie smirked. “You know, I think you’re right.”

Her husband took her by the hand and reached for the doorknob. “Well, since this is a do-over anniversary …”

***

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“So, whose idea was it for your book club’s Valentine’s ball to have a historic theme. And why Scotland?”

“It’s a really sweet story, Honey, about a new member in the group. On Valentine’s Day two years ago, Fiona was on a trip to Scotland and her car broke down in the middle of nowhere. This handsome Scot came along and helped her. It turned out he actually attended the same university she did in the States. He was visiting his family. They got married last Valentine’s Day in a genuine Scottish castle. This is their first anniversary, and her husband has been really homesick. The club has been reading the Outlander books, andwhen Fiona suggested that we recreate one of the balls in the book to make him feel better, we thought it was very romantic. Then when we discovered what women wore at the time, we all felt deliciously naughty that our breasts would be on display—and our defense for flashing everybody would be, ‘We’re just being historically accurate.’”

She looked in the mirror and admired the job the bright red material was doing boosting her breasts and showcasing her nipples. “I’m going to look like a ho advertising her wares,” she giggled.

Gregg grumbled as he sat on the end of the bed struggling with the garters to hold up his socks. “Fine. You get to look sexy as hell, while I have to wear this scratchy kilt. It feels like my dick is being sandpapered. You’re sure I can’t cheat and put on some underwear?”

“Like I said, historical accuracy,” she laughed and sat down beside him. “Besides, you look cute in a skirt, and I think it’s sexy that I can just—” She slid her hand under his kilt and stroked his cock. In seconds, it was rock hard.“ This is fun. Now I know why guys get turned on when we girls don’t wear panties.” She got up and checked her makeup one last time. “Come on. We have to leave in five minutes so we aren’t late for the grand march.”

“Five minutes. Are you serious?” He pointed to how his kilt was tented.

Staring at the evidence of his erection, she pursed her lips. “Hmmm. I have an idea.”

Kneeling in front of him, she pushed his legs apart, and unfastened the front of her dress so her breasts were completely exposed. Lifting his kilt, she leaned in, engulfed the hard cock with the creamy flesh, and began tittie fucking him.

“Oh my God! That is so sexy.” He groaned.

Laura was surprised she shivered with excitement. She had very sensitive breasts and loved it when her husband played with them—or when she played with them herself! But she’d never put Gregg’s cock between them. Pressing ‘the girls’ together, she slid them up and down his warm, rigid shaft. As she got more aroused, she teased the top of his cock with her stiff pink nipples. Coating them with his precum, she squeezed them and moaned.

The visual of his wife working his penis and playing with her tits was so amazing, he couldn’t take his eyes of her.

“OK there, laddie,” she said in a terrible Scottish accent, “if I’m doin’ all the work fuckin’ ye, ye owe me more than a wee bit a jizz on my titties. Time to blow!” She leaned down, sucked his dick hard, and felt it swell and twitch. Removing her mouth, she directed his cock so the warm cum shot all over her chest. She looked at him with her ‘dirty girl’ smile and massaged his sperm into her soft, round breasts. “It’ll be our little secret why ‘the twins’ look so perky tonight!” Retying her dress, she looked at the clock and smiled. “Mission accomplished with a minute to spare. Time to leave.”

As Gregg got up and adjusted his kilt, he laughed. “You realize that with all of you prancing around topless, I’m going to be hard again within minutes of our getting there.”

She repaired her lipstick and winked. “Well, laddie, then I imagine this is going to be one memorable Valentine’s Day.”

***

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“Honey, will you toss me my running watch? It’s in the drawer of my bedside table.”

Paul hurried into the bedroom and found it. The drawer wouldn’t close completely, but he’d fix that later. He went to the top of the stairs and tossed the watch down.

“Thanks.” She blew him a kiss.

Going back into the bedroom, he tried the drawer again. Still wouldn’t close. Removing it, he discovered the cause. A neatly folded piece of paper was taped to the back. It had moved just enough to keep it from closing. He took it off and opened it. “Son of a …!” He rubbed his chin and gave a naughty smirk as he discovered a list of sex fantasies, clearly written in his wife’s handwriting.

*

“Are you almost ready?” she called. “We can’t be late. You know how fussy my sister is with her dinner parties.” She sighed. “She’s insisting I wear this black, long sleeve, wrap dress. She knows I hate it. It makes me look like a nun.” As she finished her make-up and stood up, Paul entered the room. “How do I look? Dull, right?”

“Dull? Not at all! You’re sexy as hell. You have this ‘prim governess on the outside, wanton wench on the inside’ thing going on that’s making me crazy. I’ve never seen you look so hot! In fact,—” He ran his hands through her hair, and kissed her passionately.

“Paul! Don’t! You’re messing up my hair!”

He squeezed her breasts. Hard. He kissed her again and groaned hungrily.

Where is this coming from? Why isn’t he listening to me? “PAUL! We have to go!”

As she headed for the door, he spun her around. Grabbing the belt on her dress, he tugged it sharply and ripped the dress open. “You put on a dress like that and expect me to control myself? I say we fuck!”

He picked her up and threw her onto the bed. In a flash, he stripped and was on top of her, shredding her delicate black lace bra and thong. “PAUL! What’s wrong with you? Are you drunk? STOP IT!”

Ignoring her, he dove between her legs and began licking, kissing, and sucking her pussy. Because oral sex was his specialty, she felt the liquid heat inside of her intensify and begin to spread throughout her body. She tried to stop herself from letting out a deep moan, but couldn’t. Yes. Right there. RIGHT THERE! A wave of confusion swept over her. I WILL NOT be aroused by the fact that my husband is acting like a macho jerk! “GET OFF ME!” she yelled.

He pinned her down and used his legs to open hers. She squirmed and wrestled against him. Her head spun with fury, pleasure, confusion. No man had ever forced himself on her before, so she instinctively continued to struggle. She was angry that he was treating her like piece of meat. But while her mind fumed, her body had its own ideas. It liked being fucked by this new Paul. She moaned deeply as he slid in and out of her. Her body raced towards a climax. “OH GOD, PAUL! OH FUCK!” Ecstasy ripped through her body so fast she felt lightheaded. Her body shuddered.

When her breathing returned to normal, she lay still. I can’t believe what just happened. Paul was jerk. And I liked it. She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. She was surprised—and not pleased—at the Cheshire cat grin. She was expecting an apology.

“Great orgasm or not, I’m mad at you! But we still have to get to my sister’s. We’ll discuss what just happened later.”

“Oh,” he smirked, “did I forget to tell you that she called while you were dressing and cancelled the dinner? She has the flu.” He handed her the folded paper. “I didn’t go looking for this. But once I found it, I had to look. You may now check off number 24. ‘Being forced to have sex.’ I hope I didn’t disappoint you, babe. Are we OK?”

She thought for a moment and responded seriously. “No! We aren’t close to being OK.”

He looked crestfallen.

“However,” she gave him a naughty smile, “Number 22 will make us even.”

***

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“So, what time should I pick you up, Sweetie?” It had been so long since Phylicia had seen Riley, her excitement was off the charts. She wasn’t just counting days, she had a timer on her desk that displayed hours, minutes and seconds.

“I can’t tonight. Sorry, Baby. Business. You know how it is. I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

Her heart sank. “Sure. I understand. It’s not like I had anything special planned,” she lied, thinking of the expensive champagne chilling in the refrigerator and the new vibrator in her nightstand. “But I really want to talk to you about what my boss said to me today. It was terr—”

“I’d love to, Baby. But another time. I’m slammed. Still at the office. I’ll call. I promise. Love you.” [click]

Stunned and downcast, she curled up on the sofa and hugged a pillow. After thirty minutes of moping around the apartment, she sighed and decided to finally play with the telescope she’d purchased. She lived opposite a series of glass towers, and her curiosity about her neighbors had gotten the best of her. As she scanned the windows, she was surprised to come across two women making love in a shower. Despite the thrill of forbidden pleasure, she knew she’d crossed a boundary. She moved on to another apartment.

She’d already told herself that, when it came to respecting people’s privacy, she would follow a commonsense rule. Everyone living in homes with transparent walls knew the risks of being seen. Open curtains, then, meant the inhabitants didn’t mind that aspect of their lives being watched. She assumed the lovers got caught up in the passion and forgot to close the drapes.

It struck her a few minutes later, however, that none of the bathrooms in that apartment building had windows. So how could she see the sexy pair in the shower? Unable to let it go, she took a second look. It turned out that what she was looking at was a mirror that reflected a view of the apartment’s bathroom. The two women making love in the shower. Gloriously naked. Lovingly lathering one another up. Hugging. Kissing. Pleasuring every inch of their beautiful flesh with their hands and lips.

Phylicia looked away. Not only was she sure the women would object to being watched, but their lovemaking only reminded her of how long it had been since her body had been touched that way. The ache was deep and torturous. She went to the kitchen, poured herself a large glass of wine, and felt sorry for herself. Then it hit her. There’s something familiar about those two. Do I know them? She raced back to the telescope. It is! Tinker and Belle! I had no idea!

‘Tinker’ and ‘Belle’ were two women who were always in the front row of the spinning class she took each evening. She called them that because they looked like ‘pixies’ to her. Very petite. ‘Pixie’ haircuts. Sweet, high pitched voices. Phylicia always took a bike three rows directly behind them, and she couldn’t help but envy their tight, shaped behinds. Frankly, it was trying to get an ass like theirs that motivated her to work as hard as she did in class.

Knowing that having answered the ‘Do I know them?’ question meant she had no more reason to watch, she tried to look away—but couldn’t. The sex was hot, and the atmosphere was playful. There was lots of giggling and laughter, followed by raw, desperate, hungry passion. The girls were absolutely uninhibited in their giving and receiving pleasure.

On top of the sex, however, their love was so palpable—and stood in such stark contrast to her own life—she was desperate to share in it. Bracing herself against the wall, she slid her hand into her panties. Imagining it was Tinker’s hand massaging her wet pussy, she came with such force, her knees buckled and she almost fell over.

When her body stopped trembling, a wave of guilt washed over her. It was one thing to accidentally see the naked couple. (Oops! My bad! Moving on.) It was another to go back (Just trying to determine how it’s possible for me to see into a bathroom with no windows)—and then return again (I’m sure I know those girls). But she had no good defense for what she’d just done. She knew the lovers would not agree to her using their most intimate moments as ‘reality porn’ to masturbate to. No matter how frustrated she was, this didn’t excuse such an invasion of privacy.

As she was beating herself up, her phone pinged. Seeing that the text was from Riley, her heart leapt—Yeah! Change of plans! When she read the message, it crashed.

“Delayed at work for another hour. Will be late—so even hornier! Be ready with cold bubbly, wet pussy, and no panties! Expect the best fucking weekend of your life. Get it? XXX.”

Phylicia felt like she’d been punched in the stomach. She couldn’t breathe. Riley had already cancelled their evening plans. Damn! It’s everything I was afraid of. That’s what those cancelled weekends must have been all about. When she regained her composure, she resolved to finally take control of her life. She wasn’t going to wait for some stupid excuse she’d desperately want to believe. She texted back through her tears, “Don’t even bother to try to explain. Don’t call. Don’t text. We’re done!” The phone immediately rang, of course. She refused the call and blocked Riley’s number.

After spending the weekend in bed, going through six boxes of Kleenex and a half-gallon of Rocky Road, she dragged herself to work. As much as she wanted to scurry home and climb back under the covers, she ordered herself to go to the gym. Iam taking my life back today! We have ice cream calories to burn! But when she saw Tinker and Belle, all she could think of was the erotic scene they’d starred in. Class was agony.

Desperate for any kind of balm for her pain, she gave herself permission to spy on the sexy shower babes one more time when she got home. If watching the couple would give her at least a glimmer of hope about her own life, she was sure they’d understand.

When she trained her telescope on their apartment, however, she found a sign, not the sexy couple. “Hey there, Back Row Lipstick. Wanna play? There’s plenty of hot water, and room for one more dirty girl!” Their phone number followed.

She didn’t care how they knew. All that mattered was someone wanted her. Talk about fantastic gaydar! She grabbed her phone and dialed.  “Hi,” she said nervously, in a voice overflowing with relief and desire. “Do you mean it?”

The voice on the other end was soft, sweet, and full of concern. “Absolutely. You looked so unhappy in class tonight, we want to cheer you up. You don’t have to tell us what’s going on, but please don’t say no. You’re gorgeous, and we’ve been crushing on you for weeks. It broke our hearts to see you so sad.”

Phylicia teared up. “I’ll be right there.”

*

Within two minutes of her entering their apartment, the three of them were naked and wet (in every way imaginable). The girls’ shower was amazing. Water not only rained down from above, sprays pulsated from every direction. The all stoodalmost motionless for a few minutes as they hugged, kissed and let their hands roam over each other’s naked flesh.

Phylicia luxuriated in the feeling of being desired by two such beautiful women. The sensation of four hands and two mouths pleasuring her almost made her pass out.

“Tonight is all about you,” Belle said sweetly. “We want to make you happy. You can worry about us,” she winked and giggled, “next time.”

Phylicia had done without for so long, each touch made her hungry for more. She responded to each kiss with increasing passion, noticing how differently the two women kissed and touched. Tinker was aggressive; Belle, softer and gentler. It felt wonderfully wrong to be with two women at the same time. It was the sexiest moment of her life.

The two girls squeezed a rich, beautifully scented lavender gel into their hands and v-e-r-y slowly ministered to every inch, every curve, every opening of Phylicia’s body. Returning to her breasts, each girl took a nipple. Tinker roughly tugged and squeezed the left one. Then she ran her teeth around the stiff peak, and bit ever so lightly. Belle gently tongued and sucked the other. Such completely different sensations sent Phylicia’s excitement skyrocketing. Her heart pounded. She breathed so deeply she couldn’t help but take in some of the mist enveloping them. When Tinker bit harder, she came. Her body shuddered as she screamed in amazement. It was the first time she’d ever come just from someone playing with her breasts.

Belle gave her a chance to recover, then stepped behind her, squeezed her ass, and … “Ow!” The hard slap on her behind took her by surprise. Her ass stung sharply because it was wet. But the pain quickly morphed into an indescribable warmth in her pussy. A second slap sent so much pleasure shooting through her body, her knees wobbled. She felt herself heading towards another peak already.

Tinker knelt down and ran her stiff tongue along every surface of the swollen red lips. Teasing the clitoris out from hiding, she sucked it forcefully.

Phylicia squirmed from the rough delight. It made her greedy for ecstasy. “Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” she begged.

Tinker complied, sliding two fingers inside and began slow, deliberate, excruciatingly delicious, and agonizingly delightful finger fucking. As she increased the speed, Phylicia’s deep moans announced she was on the edge—and desperate for release. Pressure on her G-spot rocketed her to another climax, and took her to a place she’d never gone before. Her cunt clenched ferociously around Tinker’s fingers. Her body shook in ecstasy. She let out an inarticulate groan and collapsed into their arms.

Phylicia’s new lovers toweled her off and led her to bed. As they cuddled in the afterglow, Phylicia noticed something in the corner of the bedroom.

“Is that a telescope?”

***

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“Thanks for insisting I come and spend the week here, Sweetie. I feel like a new woman.”

“There’s nothing worse than a bad breakup with someone you’re living with. At least this way, he’ll be gone when you get back. Besides, it’s been great having ‘girl time’ with you again.”

Alex reached over the restaurant table and squeezed her friend’s hand. “I feel the same way. And I finally got a chance to see your new life here. I can’t believe we spent a whole week on the beach in bikinis. We could never do that at this time of year in Chicago.”

“We’re just lucky the hospital let me take off so much time.”

“So, what’s the deal with your roommate? Gay girl and straight guy. How’d that happen?”

“He’s the friend of one of the other ER doctors. He’d just moved here and was having trouble finding a place. He’s a sweetheart. He’s been eyeing you, if you hadn’t noticed. And don’t tell me you haven’t been drooling over him. I saw you glance his way as he stepped out of the bathroom after his shower yesterday. Praying for the towel to drop?”

Alex waved her hand dismissively. “Any interest I have is strictly academic. In the last three years, I’ve seen only one cock. I just wanted to see if anything’s changed with you.”

Missy laughed so hard, she spilled her drink. “Uh oh.”

“Don’t worry. There’s plenty left.” Alex reached for the pitcher.

“No, I meant ‘uh oh’ that.” She pointed at the dark clouds in the distance. “I’m afraid…” [Chime]. She read the message on her phone. “Severe weather alert. The whole ER staff is called in.”

Alex looked concerned. “It’s going to be that bad?”

“We’re really vulnerable on this little spit of land. Lots of people show up in the ER. I’ll be back by breakfast. In the meantime, be sure you’re prepared for what’s ahead. Thunder that sounds like gunshots. Blinding flashes of lightning. A high-rise condo plunged into pitch darkness.”

“You’re trying to scare me, right?”

“Now why would I do that?” she winked.

*

By the time the two girls hurried into Missy’s condo, the sky was already darkening.

“Jason!” Missy yelled. “Big storm. I’ve been called into the hospital. You know the drill.”

The tall, swarthy hunk was stretched out on the white leather sofa. He grabbed the remote and turned off the game. “Got it covered, Boss.” He stepped out onto the porch and brought in the furniture.

Missy threw her bag over her shoulder and took Alex’s hand. “There’s only one thing, Jason. Alex here would be ashamed to tell you herself, but she’s terrified of thunder, lightning, and the dark. We don’t want her traumatized. Will you be a sweetheart and look after her for me?”

“Missy!” Alex turned scarlet. “You promised you wouldn’t tell. It’s so embarrassing.”

“And have you curled up in a ball hyperventilating under the covers of a dark room? Not a chance.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll look after her.”

As Missy quickly exited, Jason turned to Alex. “When we know the power’s going out, we don’t wait. If you want to shower and change, now’s the time. I’ll finish battening down the hatches.”

After showering, Alex made a bee-line to the refrigerator and nervously opened a bottle of wine. She was already on her second glass when Jason emerged from his room. “Cute outfit!” He smirked. “You’re in a tropical paradise, and you’re wearing a long, hooded, pink terry cloth robe. And are those really pink bunny slippers?”

“Hey!” she frowned. “I just got dumped. I’m afraid of storms like these. These are my ‘comfort clothes.’ Show some compassion.”

“You’re right. My apologies. And for what it’s worth, any guy who’d dump you is a jerk. You’re better off without him. Let’s sit on the couch. I’ll explain the storm. It’s less scary that way.”

Alex smiled at the compliment. She picked up her glass and the bottle. Jason got a glass for himself, and the two sat down. “Comfy?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “If by ‘comfy’ you mean being thirty stories up, surrounded by nature’s fury, and getting ready to be scared out of my wits? Then, yes, I’m ‘comfy,’ thank you.”

Jason laughed and began explaining the action in the clouds. By now, the condo was completely engulfed by the deep grey clouds. There was a low, powerful rumble. It was muted at first, as though it was far away. As it grew louder and closer, it felt like a locomotive aiming directly for them. The explosion surrounded them. Seconds later, another huge boom detonated. The condo went dark.

She pulled the hood over her head, pressed her face into his chest, wrapped her arms around him, and squeezed tight. “I hope this is OK.”

“Whatever makes you feel better, Alex.” He gently stroked her auburn hair. “I promise you’ll be alright.”

She remained glued to him for the next fifteen minutes, as the lightning flashed and thunder blasted. The rain pelted the glass so furiously, it sounded like hail. She was breathing so hard, Jason was afraid she might pass out.

“Alex, you must be roasting in that robe. That’s why you’re breathing so hard. With no power, the AC’s out. You’ll feel better if you take off the robe and slippers.”

She let go of him just long enough to remove them. He was bowled over by the fragrance of the sexy perfume that had been trapped under the thick fabric.

Ten seconds later, the lightning flash made it look like midday. The thunder rolled on forever as the wind buffeted the building.

She gasped and threw herself on top of him, straddling him. “Hold me! Please!” she pleaded.

Wrapping his arms around her, he couldn’t help but realize that her nightgown was virtually backless.

She mumbled something into his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Alex. I couldn’t understand you.”

She leaned back so she could be heard. “I said I couldn’t get through this without you. Thank you. Thank you.”

As she spoke, he saw there was very little to the front or her nightie as well. In fact, one of the spaghetti straps had untied, and her creamy white breast was unveiled.

The next thunderous clap was so loud, it was deafening. She shrieked and lost her balance. She fell off him onto the luxurious, white carpet. She reached her arms towards him. “Please Jason. Hold me!” Somehow, not only were both straps undone—leaving her completely topless—but the bottom of her slinky nightie had ridden all the way up over her hips.

He was treated to the sexiest vision. Her naked body—tan, except for the three gleaming white triangles where her bikini had been. He was hypnotized by the sight.

She reached her arms towards him. “Please, Jason,” she begged. “I’m so scared. Hold me.”

When she crooked her leg to the side, opening herself to him, he realized she wanted to be ‘held.’

Yanking his wallet from his pants, he pulled out a condom. In rapid succession, he flung his wallet, T-shirt, and shorts to the other side of the room.

With the next crash, it was as though the storm’s fury possessed Alex. She pulled him to the floor, and climbed on top of him. As her tight, wet pussy imprisoned every inch of his wide, hard cock, she let out a deep, primitive sound that almost sounded like a roar. Furiously sliding up and down his deliciously stiff dick, she slammed against him with every stroke. “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

Their coupling now felt like a battle for control. He shoved her off. But she let out a primal snarl, grabbed under his knees, and pushed his thighs against his chest. Catching him off balance, she squatted over his cock, and slid back on.  Squeezing hard, she pulsed repeatedly—milking deep moans out of him. Every flash of lightning that lit her up showed a woman in rapture. Grunting each time she took his shaft deep into her pussy, she shot both of them over the edge. On a normal day, their loud cries of relief would have led a neighbor to call the police. Fortunately, the thunder covered their ecstatic shrieks.

Alex tumbled back onto the carpet as her body shook. As the storm quieted, so did her charged flesh. Blushing, she scampered to her room. Jason was so drained, he lay unmoving until he fell asleep.

*

When Missy returned in the morning, Alex handed her a cup of coffee. “How’d it go in the ER?”

“Not too bad. Cases came in waves, so we were able to nap in between. How were things here? Thunder and lightning? Still the same?” Missy chuckled.

Alex blushed. “Even worse. I felt like Sheena, Queen of the Jungle fucking Tarzan. Completely out of control. Amazingly and beautifully primal!”

Her friend rolled her eyes. “You’re incorrigible.” Missy kissed her on the head as she headed for her room.

Alex smiled. “Yes, but happy.” She stretched languidly. Contentment radiated from every cell of her body. Her face lit up. “God! I love thunderstorms!”

***

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My husband was casting furtive glances towards the bar. He was trying to be discrete about watching a bridesmaid and groomsman glued together. They were from the wedding reception being held at the hotel. We were celebrating our tenth anniversary with a weekend getaway there. 

A wedding hook-up. No question about it. You could see it in the unabashedly lustful way they gazed into each other’s eyes. In the excitement they could barely conceal. The way he played with her hair and gently stroked her cheek. How she caressed his hand—wondering, I was sure, what it would feel like when it explored her sensitive flesh.

Two strangers brought together by a friend’s nuptials were shelving their regular lives and stepping into a romantic Brigadoon that would evaporate when they headed in different directions. But first, they would spend the night screwing each other silly.

My husband’s watching them didn’t surprise me. I was doing the same. What did surprise me was the expression on his face. After so many years together, we could virtually read each other’s minds. But I didn’t know what that look meant. Envy? Curiosity? 

“A penny for your thoughts.”

He blushed and took a sip of coffee. “The truth?”

“Always.”

“I was wondering if you were ever that girl. I know we agreed not to talk about our pasts. So I’m not asking for details. But since you brought it up, I was just wondering if you ever had wedding sex with a stranger.”

I looked down for a few seconds, then back up with my best woman-of-mystery-with-a-dark-and-dangerous-past expression.

“I appreciate that you’re respecting my privacy. But I think after 10 years we’re entitled to know at least some of each other’s secrets.” I took a deep breath. “I honestly don’t know,” I sighed. “There were so many weddings, so many cute guys, so much tequila …,” I trailed off. “I really don’t know what happened once my posse and I popped the cork. We’d start drinking as soon as we arrived on Friday. My head would clear on the plane back home on Sunday. I wouldn’t even remember how I got to the airport. I imagine I was a real wedding slut.”

I tried to look at least mildly ashamed. “I’m sorry if that’s not what you wanted to hear.”

Will chuckled. 

I tried to look deeply offended. “I confess my deep, dark secret—I was that girl on steroids—and you laugh?” 

He just smirked. “Have I ever told you that when you lie, the corner of your mouth turns up ever so slightly? … So, no wedding sex? The truth this time.”

I laughed. “OK, I was impossibly shy at that age—so right, no bridal banging. But to be honest, I envied the girls who could.” I glanced at the bar, only to find that the couple had disappeared. “OK. Fair is fair. What about you?”

“Same story. Wanted to. Never happened. At that age, I didn’t have the slick moves I have now. So wh—”

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help myself. In my experience, there was no way that the words “Will” and “slick moves” could go together.

I expected him to laugh. But he just sat there looking downcast. He abruptly got up, went over to the bar, took a seat and signaled the bartender. Afraid I’d ruined our anniversary, I quickly followed and sat beside him.

“Will. I apologize. I di—”

He looked straight at me with a look so smoldering I was startled. “I’m sorry. You’re mistaking me for someone else. But I’m glad you have, because I’ve been admiring you since the ceremony this morning. Here. This is for you.” 

He slid a shot of tequila, a salt shaker and a wedge of lime in front of me. Will doesn’t drink tequila. What’s going on? We clinked glasses and went through the ritual. The burning in my throat was replaced by a welcome warmth. He waved at the bartender, who poured us another. We drank again. My brain was already starting to dance.

“My name is Christopher. Uncle to the groom. I flew in from London for the wedding and fly out in the morning. I work in the embassy there.” He extended his hand.

I put my hand in his. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled it to his lips and kissed it. I swooned. Is this really my husband?

“And you are?”

Then it clicked. We were both finally going to have a wedding hook-up. I was so excited I could already feel myself getting warm and wet. OK. Pick something exotic!

“Alexandra. … But my most intimate friends call me Sasha. Friend of the bride’s family. I teach yoga in San Francisco. Also leaving in the morning.”

His eyebrow arched. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sasha. Yoga. You must be very … flexible.” He added a naughty smile. “I’ve spent the day fantasizing about you. And more than once I saw you noticing me. So let’s dispense with the pretense.” He took a room key out of his pocket and placed it in front of me. “Give me about 10 minutes to … arrange things.” He handed the bartender a large bill. “My friend would like a double.” 

“That should help you wait.” 

He leaned in and kissed the spot on my neck that sends chills down my spine. As he strode confidently to the elevator, my heart was racing. Yes! A zipless fuck!

By the time I’d gotten to the room, the combination of lust, anticipation and José Cuervo had me weaving giddily. As I struggled to slide the room card into the key slot, the door opened. “Christopher” pulled me into the pitch-black room and kissed me passionately. The taste of sexy man and tequila made my head spin even more.

“At last!” he moaned. Already naked, he tore off my clothes and threw me on the bed. I felt my wrists pressed together. Handcuffs! We don’t have any handcuffs! He must have been planning this all along. I’m impressed!

“I am going to fuck you into oblivion,” he growled, pressing my legs wide. “I’m going to make you feel so good, you won’t be able to bear it.”

“Do whatever you want to me.” I surrendered completely to him.

It was like a stranger possessed his body. He flipped me over, lifted my ass in the air, spanked me hard and penetrated me forcefully. Oh my God! It felt soooooo good to be taken like this. The way his cock rhythmically hit my g-spot sent me soaring towards a climax. Already? How is he doing this? This is fanfuckingtastic!

“Oh, fuck!” I screamed. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me as hard as you can!”

He rammed into me over and over. I screamed as ecstasy coursed through me. I screamed as my body shook. My knees collapsed. My heart thundered. 

Not even giving me a chance to catch my breath, he pulled out of me and turned me over. I loved the way he took our role-play so seriously. He wasn’t acting at all the way he usually does when we have sex.

He literally dove between my legs. He was voracious as he ate my pussy. He knew just what to do to send me over the crest again. All I could do was groan and shriek as I came not once, but twice! I have never had multiple orgasms! 

Then he was inside me again—his weight pressing me into the mattress. I loved being immobile as he took me over and over. Then with a final powerful thrust, he made me come yet again! My pussy spasmed so hard it hurt. His cock pulsed and exploded.

After we both caught our breath, he rolled off me. He fell asleep almost immediately. I lay immobile—a Raggedy Anne blissfully sated like never before. 

My body was tingling so much from our sexy adventure, I knew it would take me forever to fall asleep. I decided to go back down to the bar. I found my clothes in the dark, stuffed my lace bra and panties into my bag, and pulled on my dress. I picked up my shoes, tiptoed out and carefully closed the door so I wouldn’t awaken him. Still breathless from our furious fucking, I steadied myself against the wall along the corridor.

“My apologies for keeping you waiting, Sasha.”

I turned around to see Will walking towards me. “Our key cards somehow got erased. I had to go to the front desk to get new ones.” Throwing me over his shoulder, he headed down the corridor. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise that this will be the most unforgettable night of your life.”

My brain—flooded with endorphins and alcohol—struggled to understand what was going on. He was sound asleep. How did he get dressed so quickly? Front desk? But we just … My eyes snapped opened wide. Oops!

***

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When I saw Liam arrive, my heart took off at a gallop. He looks so sexy in those jeans! Yum!

I made up my mind a week ago, and I’d been on pins and needles ever since. I laughed to myself at how long I spent finding just the right outfit two nights ago. I’d confessed my scheme to the salesgirl, and she was thrilled to be my partner in crime. We giggled like silly schoolgirls the whole time, but found exactly what I wanted. My naughty co-conspirator checked me out. “It’ll be like shooting fish in a barrel,” she laughed as we exchanged high fives. I couldn’t wait to see if it would work.

“Hey there, pal.” The tousled blonde giant gave me a big hug. “These are your new digs, eh? Congratulations! I’m thrilled for you, Sue.”

Was that a bigger smile that usual as he walked towards me? Is he squeezing harder than normal? Are we already on the same page?

He kissed the top of my head.

Groan. What if I’m wrong about all of this? What if he laughs at me? Talk about humiliation. … But damn this feels good!

I abruptly stepped out of his arms because I was afraid I couldn’t stop myself. “Thanks, pal.” That’s what we called each other at the office. “Pal.” And that was why it took us so long to get here … or at least where I hoped we’d get.

His electric blue eyes were so hypnotic, I couldn’t talk straight. “Uh … thanks … for coming … um …… go on inside … and … uh … get something to … uh …eat and … drink.”

Get it together, girl. You sound like a mindless bimbo not a high paid executive!

When he brushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear, my knees buckled. I fell against him and quickly righted myself. “Sorry. New shoes. Slippery soles,” I lied.

He looked back seriously. “Are you OK? You look flushed.”

“Sure. Yeah. I’m fine. No problem.” I blurted it out ten times faster than normal. “I’ve been out in the sun all day. That’s all it is. I’m fine. It’s just the sun. It’s makes my face a little red. I’m good. Really! I’m OK.”

Will you please stop rattling and shut yourself up!

I took a deep breath and centered myself. “Sorry. Nervous about meeting my new neighbors. Wander around. Go inside. Check out my castle. I’ve got to schmooze.”

The next two hours were an eternity. I’d never checked my watch so frequently. And I couldn’t help scanning the party every couple of minutes to make sure one of the sweet young things who showed up didn’t have her claws in Liam.

As soon as my last neighbor left, I knew my ‘pal’ would offer to help me clean up. “That’s really sweet. I’ll take you up on it. But first, are you going to keep your promise?”

He looked surprised. “Teach you to swim? You want to start today? Sure. Let me grab my suit from my car. Lucky you. I was surfing before I came here.”

I laughed. “Lucky, my ass. The only time you aren’t surfing is when you’re on the job. Use the guest room. I’ll meet you by the pool.”

I couldn’t get changed fast enough. I was so nervous I almost forgot to cut the tags off my suit and cover-up. Focus, girl! Take a breath. After sliding into my sparkly sandals and putting on my biggest sunglasses, I stood in front of the mirror and smirked. The picture of innocence. A virginal white one-piece with a scoop neck that shows no cleavage, and a white long-sleeved coverup buttoned almost all the way up.

Liam was swimming laps, so I hung back and admired his bronze, muscular body. Even though he was wearing board shorts, the way they clung to his behind was everything I’d hoped for.

After a few minutes of drooling, I walked close enough so he’d see me. He stopped and stood up. His wet, cut body was amazing. He wiped the water from his face and looked at me. I studied his expression. We’d worked together long enough that I could usually tell what he was thinking. Definite curiosity. Good!

“Into the pool, tadpole.”

I saluted sharply. “Yes, sir.”

When I unbuttoned and removed the cover-up, I was sure I saw a flash of disappointment. Perfect! He hoped for something sexy!

But when I turned around to put my cover-up on the chair—and then dropped it so I’d have to bend over and pick it up—I was sure I heard a muffled Holy shit! Backless with a G-string! I tingled all over knowing he was admiring my ass.

I turned back acting as though nothing unusual had happened. He blushed and looked quickly away. Gotcha! He’s interested.

I walked down the stairs into the pool. “OK, coach. How do we start?”

He took on a professional demeanor. “Take my hands. We’ll start by walking out to where the water’s up to your waist. Then, we’re just going to dunk up and down five times, making sure our heads go under water. I’ll hold on the whole time, so you’re safe.”

Perfect!

By the third time, my suit was completely wet—and, as designed, virtually transparent! Coming up out of number five, I pretended to stumble and pressed myself against him. His hard cock told me everything I needed to know.

I stepped back and gave him a naughty wink. “You know, I think I’m really going to like learning how to swim, pal.”

He laughed when I said “pal,” then looked at my body with such intense desire, my flesh tingled. No question. This mission is a ‘go’!

It felt like his hands were already running all over me. My dark nipples stiffened and pushed against the tissue-thin fabric. My heart pounded so hard it felt like my chest was about to explode. I felt warm and hungry deep inside. Every cell in my body screamed, Please! Please! Please!

“There’s only one problem, pal,” he said with a sexy smile. “That suit isn’t really appropriate for swimming. Not hydrodynamic enough. Too high a drag coefficient.”

I admired that he could actually say that with a straight face.

I put my finger against my cheek. “So, what do you recommend, kind sir?”

In a flash, he grabbed the shoulder straps, yanked them down to my waist and pulled me against him. I squealed in delight as my breasts pressed against his hard chest. Cradling my head, he kissed me passionately. As our tongues entwined, I moaned. I ground my mound against his stiff cock, and he let out a deep guttural groan. He grabbed the back of my suit and, with one powerful pull, I was deliciously naked. My mind was so drunk with passion, I didn’t see how he got his trunks off so quickly. His hands squeezed my aching breasts, and his warm, stiff dick slid between my legs and nestled against my lips. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the moment. “Oh, Liam!”

“Oh, Sue,” he moaned. “I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I have never wanted anything more in my entire life than I want you right now.” His voice was thick with a primitive hunger. His cock pulsed hard against my pussy. I opened my eyes and saw the look I’d dreamed of. Pure, raw, desire by this fantastic man for me. I melted against him and my heart exploded. Our hands roamed all over each other. We kissed for what seemed like a blissful eternity.

When we came up for air, he pressed me against the side of the pool, spread my legs and penetrated me. I gasped as my pussy stretched to welcome him. Never had I felt so full, so complete. I lost control of myself as he pounded into me, splashing water everywhere. “Oh Liam! Fuck me! Oh fuck!” His steady rhythm and animalistic grunts shot me higher and higher. I wrapped my legs around him, squeezed and took him even deeper.

“Oh God, Sue. … So tight! … So warm! … So fucking amazing!”

When his cock swelled, throbbed and pulsed, he sent me over the edge. My cunt spasmed hard around his dick, and we both screamed out as we shook in ecstasy.

We remained fused while our bodies settled down. I squeezed my legs tighter. I wasn’t ready for this moment to end, even though my heart assured me this was only the beginning for us. We kissed tenderly.

Then he said with a naughty smirk, “You know, you’re really good at this. Are you sure you didn’t already know how to swim?”

***

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There’s early morning light streaming in through the windows and nothing but the sound of the leaking faucet in the other room to disturb her.

It starts with her breath. One slow inhale leads her to a deep moan of exhale—a gust of warmth through her lips. Again, but this time, louder. Hands climbing from between the bedsheets, fingers grazing her hips, across the rounded flanks of her lap and onto her soft inner thighs that kiss together with every movement. Another deep breath, this time quicker, the pulse faster, the blood hotter. Breathing in pulls her attention to everywhere the oxygen roams—from her throat to her belly and rocketing farther down into her core.

Her fingers trace a trail across her underwear, gently up and over the rounded hill of her pelvis, hesitating with impatience at the hem. Upward, reluctantly, they glide across goosebumps and downy hairs, and delicately skate over her ribcage. Her breasts fill the palms of her hands, fingers flexing to feel the shape and the weight of them. Though her nipples stand at attention, she doesn’t yet begin to tease them. Instead, she crosses her arms, squeezing her chest together, carefully letting herself spill out of each hand. Another deep breath, another run of her hands over herself and she can’t take it any longer; the tips of her middle fingers begin tracing circles around her nipples, occasionally dragging across, squeezing, and she sucks in a gust of air.

Below, her clit pulsates, begging for attention. Impatiently, she tosses over and splays her legs, the duvet twisting around them and exposing her arching back, her ass pointing at the ceiling. While one hand slides down her flexed back onto the round cheeks—gripping, scratching—the other goes to her mouth. Eyes closed, breathing hard, she sucks on her fingers, imagining how her tongue would feel between her legs, what she could do for herself if only she were more flexible. She sits back, ass pressed into the blankets, and while one hand fondles her nipples again, her spit-soaked fingers reach for her clit. She gasps. She’s wildly wet, but the blankets soak up so much so fast, before long she reaches for her trusty bottle of lube.

With her lips drenched and slippery, her pussy glides against her fingers with ease, dancing softly, quickly, softly, quickly. Throwing her head back, she grinds into herself, rising and falling into the softness of her body. She remembers her vibe, just under the bed, and considers grabbing it but the feeling is too good, too hot, too delicious. She can’t just yet. Grinding turns into pounding, her wetness gathering into a puddle in her hand, the slick sounds of slapping as she brings her hips up and down hard, her other arm stretched out ahead holding her up.

Before long, it starts shaking too, and the toy comes back to mind. Sore and ready to explode, she reaches under the bed and slides the vibrator against her swollen clit. She turns it on and holds the handle between her knees, thrusting into it. Before long, the sensation becomes overwhelming. Her fingers tighten around the handle and she remembers the last time she used it—while her lover penetrated her from behind. Thinking about the fullness inside her then brings her to the edge and she lifts her hips from the vibration, stopping just in time. Clit thumping, she breathes in again and waits for the moment when she might not come immediately upon touching herself. She reaches one hand down and slides two fingers inside, pressing into her G-spot a few times. She wishes her fingers were longer. The memory of her last fuck flashes through her mind again and she gets too close. Her hand drops away, her hips thrusting into nothing while she waits out one last wave of near-orgasmic bliss. She brings her fingers to her mouth and touches just the tip of her tongue to them to taste herself.

She takes a deep breath and reaches for the control button and increases the power. Sitting back down on the buzzing head of the thing, waves of intense sensation roll through her. Her heartbeat quickens and she breathes out a deep, prolonged whine as the vibrations bring her closer and closer to coming. She grabs the handle and presses it hard into herself, gasping as everything in her world is replaced with throbbing, wet, pulsation. All at once, her pussy is the only thing in the universe. She feels the quakes throughout her legs, her belly, her heart as it falls back to a normal beat. Her lungs pump without a thought, and she drops her chest to the bed, curled over her kneeling legs. Cheeks pressed to the mattress, the sun hits her face.

The faucet keeps dripping in the other room. She takes a deep breath in and lets it go.

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Getting down with strangers was a fantasy that started out as a secret, whispered between the sheets in the heat of the night. Over time it crept into less explicit conversation. At happy hour, in the shower, over dinner, while they drove home from the grocery store. Most of all when they were fucking.

Cappuccinos seemed to be the key to taking the next step: downloading the threesome app Serra’s friend had recommended. Simon wanted to be sure she was ready when Serra first brought up actually trying to find a date. She’d been nervous, afraid of hurting his feelings, hesitant to make any potentially dangerous leap in their relationship.

“I was thinking we could just make a profile today,” Serra stared into her cappuccino, “and check later to see if we had any matches. I don’t know, it seems interesting.”

“Yeah, it does,” said Simon, “I just want to make sure you know that it’s gonna be fine no matter what. If it happens, great, but if it doesn’t, that’s fine too. Really.”

“I know, I know, but I think I’m good to go. We’ve talked about it enough!” She laughed.

Simon picked up her phone and held the camera at arm’s length, the two of them squishing together, smiling as he snapped a few photos. He planted a kiss on her forehead and she closed her eyes.

“Aw, that’s the one,” he said, looking through the series, “it’s not too mushy?”

“No, I like it, we look cute.”

“Posted. Okay, so what do we say we’re looking for?”

“Well, I know we’ve talked about having a man or a woman… I’m good with either.”

“Me too. Okay, we should probably swipe a few profiles, right? So we can get matches to look at later? I mean, if they like us.”

“They will,” Serra said, considering her partner’s thick arms, his barrel chest, his sweet face.

Serra held the phone and they laughed at the cheesier photos—fedoras, duck lips, sunglasses at nightclubs—and read aloud the single-line descriptions that accompanied profiles.

“Lookin’ for a good time, GGG,” Simon read, “what does that even mean?”

“Good, giving, and game,” Serra said to his surprise, “I read it in a sex column.”

“You’ve been studying for this, huh?”

“Oh my god shut up,” she blushed and swiped the screen, “ooh, what about this one?”

It was a couple. A woman who, like Serra, had deep olive skin and blunt black hair, and a man much smaller than Simon. Where Simon stood tall, broad and musclebound with flaming red hair and freckles, the man on the screen was the same height as his partner and had a long swipe of brown hair tied into a bun, a sandy speckling of stubble across his face. Their photo was on the top of a mountain or maybe a cliff, their sun-kissed cheeks glowing. When Simon and Serra had talked about inviting someone into bed, it was always someone, never a couple. This was uncharted territory.

“They look outdoorsy,” said Serra, “and maybe… too cool for us?”

“No one’s too cool for us. We’re totally cool. I think we should go for it, they’re hot.”

“Really? I mean, I do too. Okay,” she swiped right, “I guess we’ll see what happens! GGG, right?”

They finished their cappuccinos and giggled at each other the whole walk home.

—

Mtneers15: You’re cute

The message on the screen popped up on Serra’s screen while Simon loaded the dishwasher.

“BABE,” she called to the other room, “the hot couple! They say we’re cute!”

“Of course we’re cute!” He yelled back as he walked down the hallway. “Did they say anything else?”

“No, I haven’t responded yet. What should I say?”

“Tell them we were thinking the same thing and… I don’t know, keep the conversation going, I guess?”

“So we’re doing this?” She smiled.

“We are, apparently, doing this,” he laughed. Serra started typing and stretched out on her side on the bed. Simon curled up around her and started massaging her thigh.

SSquared: We were thinking the same thing about you. What are you two up to this weekend?

The message was sent and they stared at the phone.

Mtneers15: …

“They’re typing back!” Serra said, clapping her hand over her mouth. Simon smiled at her, kissed her shoulder, and moved his hand from her thigh to her belly, squeezing it and pulling her hips closer to his pelvis.

Mtneers15: We’ve been hoping to make some new friends to go dancing with. Do you like dancing?

SSquared: That could be fun!

Mtneers15: It could be even more fun afterward. Are you interested?

“Does that mean sex?” Serra asked, “Or, maybe like, cocktails?”

“It’s a sex app, I think they mean sex. Ask them.”

SSquared: That all depends on what’s on the table What are you inviting us to do, exactly?

Mtneers15: If we all enjoy dancing together, perhaps after a few drinks we could show you our place? We’ve been thinking about how fun it would be to bring a couple as hot as the two of you into our bed.

Simon’s hand stroked Serra’s body, moving beneath her dress up to her breasts, his cock grinding into her ass.

“Ask them what they want to do with us,” he whispered against her neck.

SSquared: Sounds like a good time. What exactly do you want to happen in your bed?

She reached her hand behind and unbuttoned Simon’s jeans. His cock was already hardening and after a moment of her caressing over his briefs it strained to be free.

Mtneers15: We could undress you, watch you fuck each other, and then, if you like, we could join you.

Simon slid his finger into Serra’s mouth for a moment, letting her suck it before reaching it down into her panties and finding her clit. Pressing his hand into her, grabbing her, teasing the entrance of her pussy, his cock throbbed against her hand.

“Ask them if we get to watch them fuck, too.” He said.

SSquared: And do we get to watch you?

Mtneers15: We’d be happy to put on a show, I just bought some new toys So, what do you say, dancing tonight? 

“What do you think?” Serra asked, her breath hitching.

“I think I want to see you,” he pulled her more firmly, yanking almost, “with her hands on your body, his cock in your mouth, and my cock filling you up.”

“And what about her pussy? Do you want to see my fingers inside her, my mouth pressed against her, making her come on my tongue? Fucking her with a dildo?”

“Yes,” he growled, “take my dick out.”

She obliged, gently sliding his foreskin along his shaft, squeezing the head with each stroke.

“Does it turn you on thinking about seeing them get me off?”

“Yes,” he pulled her panties off, positioning himself between her legs. She still lay of her side, so he sat against her thigh, teasing himself against her wetness. “Does it turn you on thinking about me fucking you in front of them? Making you moan, getting you dripping wet?”

“Yes,” she tilted her hand back and dropped her phone, “I want it now.”

“What do you want?” His hands ran over her chest, belly, thighs, one roaming around her ass and pressing into her cheeks, circling, the other resting against her pubic bone, just his thumb gliding across her clit.

“You,” she moaned. His cock pulsed.

Simon quickly found a condom and slipped inside her. Serra let out a deep moan, rubbing against his forceful thrusts. His thumb remained on her clit, getting her so close to orgasm with every stroke.

“I want you to ride me, with him behind you, getting you off, his dick hard in your hands,” he thrust harder, “his come all over your ass.”

“While she sits on your face, getting off and kissing me,” she gripped the pillow under her head, she was close. He knelt forward, pounding into her, and kept his thumb hammering against her clit.

“Are you gonna come for me?” He asked.

“Yes, yes,” she breathed, “like that, oh my god.”

His cock rammed into the depths of her. With a great shudder, she convulsed, clenching around his shaft, swallowing him. Her moan reverberated against the bedroom walls and into Simon and as he watched her grind into every pulse, he felt the rush of warmth take over, pushing him over the edge until his cock spurted. He held her hips still through the final sparks of his orgasm.

He leaned over and rested his head against her shoulder. She brought one hand to his head, combing it through his hair.

“So,” she said, “I guess we should reply, huh? It’s already five.”

He grabbed her phone and tapped out a response.

SSquared: Dancing sounds great. 8:30?

Mtneers15: …

***

If you and your special someone want to reenact your own steamy scene, or you think it merits an extra special solo re-read, pick up something fun from TickleKitty and get to it!

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Jenna was running uncharacteristically late. Jonas, patient as he was, had a nervous habit of checking his watch too often. When Jenna caught him staring at the ticking hands, she abandoned the two pairs of earrings she had been waffling between. Time to go already. They were already a half hour late.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind waiting,” he said, kissing her cheek and pulling her waist close.

She sighed, thinking about how nice it was to be held close by her lover, how good he smelled and looked—how good she looked. The black tube dress wrapped around her body like a bandage and her high ponytail whipped gently in the wind, grazing his knuckles. He sighed too. She felt so much softer, warmer, and hotter than he’d remembered.

“You’re really fucking sexy,” he whispered low, lips pressed to her forehead. The car arrived.

–

“Jonas! Jenna! We thought you’d forgotten about us!” Meghan shrieked. “Come in! Come on, I want to introduce you to Hugh’s besties, you’re going to love them.”

It was Hugh and Meghan’s pre-rehearsal dinner mixer for the friends they actually liked. No in-laws allowed. College students in cheap cummerbunds and bowties were serving glasses of champagne, and Jenna helped herself to two.

“We’re going to need these,” she said to Jonas with a wink.

“Yep.” His hand returned to her waist and migrated just a little closer to the soft flank of her backside. One centimeter at a time, it crept closer and closer to being completely inappropriate, and Jonas could feel his pants tighten.

“Meghan,” he said, “where can we stash our stuff?”

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, I’m so rude! The coat room is up the stairs, second on the left. The bathroom is first on the right, too! I’ll catch you two in a minute!” And then she was off, freeing Jenna and Jonas from her anxiety.

“Come on,” he said, gently pulling her hand, “there’s something I want to show you.”

She tilted her head, ponytail whipping behind her, face crinkled into a questioning smirk.

“Okay…”

The door was open, but Jonas closed it behind them. It appeared that with the warm summer air around them, not many people had needed the coat room after all. The coat rack had a single hat hanging off one arm, and the rolled black velvet arm of the sofa held just one jacket, a small clutch beside it. Jonas walked to the coat rack and took off his blazer, revealing his biceps that peaked out from under the short sleeved button-up.

“Why don’t you set your bag down?” He asked.

“Oh, I don’t mind carrying it,” she said, looking around and giggling. What was this game, she wondered.

“Just, humor me?” He smiled and approached her, taking her champagne glass and placing their drinks on the side table. His large hands grabbed her hips. His index finger traced her spine and his palms enveloped her waist, thumbs massaging circles into her belly.

“Hmm, okay,” she laughed, turning around in his hands. She leaned over to set her bag beside the other belongings and felt Jonas pull her ass into his pelvis. “Oh, I see!”

“I can’t take that dress, Jen,” his voice dipped into a growl, “I don’t know if we can stay here.”

His hand wandered from her hip to her ponytail, wrapping her hair around like a rope. His cock pulsed against her ass, her vulva. She closed her eyes and swallowed.

“We have to be here,” she said, “but we don’t have to wait.” She shimmied her body against him and her hair fell free from his hand. He reached around, yanked her underwear to the side, and pressed his warm hand into her, holding her pussy.

“You’re mine,” he whispered into her ear. Goosebumps rippled across her skin and she pressed into his fingers. That was the moment her wetness trickled onto his skin. “Oh, fuck.”

His fingers slid between her lips, massaging the swollen cunt in his hand. She moaned softly, afraid of drawing attention to the room they occupied, biting her lip to keep her mouth shut.

“I got you so wet, baby,” he lilted, pressing his cock against her, pulling her close by the hip, “I need to taste you.”

Jenna stood up to turn around and Jonas quickly reached his free hand into her dress and ran his fingertips across her nipple. The other hand slid toward her clit.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered.

“I can’t wait to have your pussy in my mouth.”

He freed her from his grip and stepped forward, gently nudging her back toward the couch where she sat, staring straight up at him as he loomed over her.

“You see my cock?” He said, stroking her cheek.

“I do,” she smiled, eyes wide.

“You did that.” He grabbed it through his jeans, sticking his thumb in her mouth, “and now, I’m going to do something for you.”

He knelt in front of her, yanking her hips to the edge of the couch. His finger went for her clit and paused.

“Do you want it?”

“Oh my god, Jonas, of course I do.” Her breath halted as he matched each syllable with stroking her pussy.

“What exactly do you want from me?”

She opened her eyes, narrowed them, and gave him a wicked grin.

“I want your fingers inside me, fucking my G-spot, and I want your mouth on my pussy.”

That was all it took. His mouth sealed around her, sucking her clit into his circling tongue and gently pumping his fingers onto her G-spot. He moved his free hand from the enormous hard on his pants concealed to her mouth, hoping to keep her quiet enough to get an orgasm out of her before returning to the party. She sucked his index finger into her mouth and somehow got even louder. He pulled his mouth away.

“Baby, we can’t get caught here,” he said, fingers still pounding away.

“Just—just do that for another second!” She struggled to get the words out before a gush of liquid emerged from her, soaking her ass, the edge of the sofa, and the wooden floor beneath them. “Oh my god!”

“I didn’t know you could do that!” He said, marveling at the puddle before him.

“Me either!” She reached down to feel how soaked she was, her clit still ready for more, when they heard footsteps.

“Here!” He threw her panties at her and she awkwardly fumbled them around her heels, up her legs and finally fixed the rumpled skirt of her dress. She quickly grabbed her champagne and dumped it on the floor, all over the ejaculate she’d just gotten on everything.

That’s when the door flew open.

“We were looking for you two—oh no! Looks like we need a cleanup on aisle seven!” Meghan giggled.

Jonas stuck his pussy-covered hand in his pocket, trying to conceal the half hard cock he was sporting. He picked up his champagne glass.

“Yeah, I know, I’m so sorry, Meg,” Jenna said, “I’m so clumsy. Let me get something for it.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s just champagne. I’ll get one of the waiters, they’ll probably have some cleaning supplies. You guys just don’t even worry about a thing. Have you been having fun?”

Jonas looked to Jenna.

“Well,” she paused, making eye contact with him, “you know, we just got here, but it’s been a blast so far.”

***

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I love a good package, and I’m not just talking about what my husband provides in the “down there” department.

More specifically, I love a toy with an elegant, easy-open box, complete with thoughtful instructions on how to use what’s inside. Thank you, Rabbit Company! And thank you too for the handy compartments inside the box for various cords and instruction.

But like the saying goes, it’s what’s on the inside that counts—and the tushy treat inside of this pretty package is excellent. The Backdoor Rabbit doesn’t disappoint.

It’s unique, in that it’s the first manly bunny I’ve seen.

It’s ultimately designed for him, but women can use it too. The Backdoor Rabbit’s head and ears are small but powerful, and positioned for perineum-tickling bliss. The shaft is more pointed and has a more pronounced angle than a woman’s rabbit vibe. Its look walks a fine line; not intimidating if your guy is new to anal ecstasy, but masculine enough to make him feel good about it.

The Backdoor Rabbit is made of 100% body-safe silicone, making it silky smooth to touch. It is also splash proof (meaning don’t take it in the bath and shower). The beads at the base of the shaft don’t protrude in an obvious way, but you can feel the extra stimulation they’ll provide under your fingertips. And FYI, the beaded stimulation is not at all overbearing. There’s also some nubbage (yes, I made that word up) on the clitoral ears.

These tiny silicone nubs can ever-so-slightly provide extra orgasmic oomph.

With a charge of two hours, you can enjoy its silky, spinning touch for sixty minutes (although that was a lot longer than my husband needed!)

Let me take you through the rabbit’s controls. There’s an on/off power button, and plus and minus buttons to increase and decrease vibration speed. The rabbit ears control the taint stimulator and alter its patterns, while the wavy symbol controls the shaft patterns. I also learned that when you hold down the controls while using the toy, you can move through the speeds more rapidly.

Speaking of shaft, the Backdoor Rabbit’s curves beautifully, and has the perfect amount of rotation. And unlike a real finger that keeps going round and round, this backdoor bunny doesn’t tire out. The head is ergonomically designed and still bigger than a finger, which may intimidate a P-spot virgin.

My husband’s not a novice, but he’s definitely not a big “play with my ass” guy—he’d never tried toys back there before. But this classy, devilish black bunny definitely did not intimidate him.  It was inviting enough to make him game for something new. Needless to say, I didn’t have to twist his arm (much) to give it a shot.

Before I get into all the dirty details, I want to point out how very very important lube is for situations like this.

We put a fat dab of water-based Slippery Kitty on the Rabbit’s shaft, and slo-o-o-wly inserted the tapered tip into him.

I increased the vibration of the shaft as we went, and began to glide this bunny in and up. When we finally got the shaft in place, I played with the buttons. As we gradually accelerated the power on the shaft and bunny ears, I watched my husband’s penis take on a life of its own. I let it wiggle and grow until I couldn’t just watch any longer and had to get my hands all over it.

My hand only came into play once we had explored the different settings and found his favorite. My husband preferred the pulsating bunny ears on his perineum and the shaft on a medium, constant setting in his bum. It didn’t take long for my groaning husband to start begging me for the big finish—honestly only about five minutes to hit peak performance. And once he came (and boy did he come!) my husband exclaimed that it was one of the best rim jobs he’s ever had.

Trust me, I wasn’t insulted.

Bottom line: If he wants to give internal prostrate stimulation a shot, grab this toy to help him have mind-blowing orgasms beyond his wildest dreams. Sometimes boys just need to learn that a hard dick isn’t the only way to get off.

According to my man, the Backdoor Rabbit is a full-on experience, and not just an ejaculatory ending.

A vibrating toy designed for the boys is hard to come by, literally and metaphorically, but try this one-of-a-kind rabbit if you want to get him jumping for joy.

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Who doesn’t want dazzling breasts? I know I do especially since I know that my boobs always look a lot perkier when my nipples are adorably erect. That’s why I love the “Squeeze Please!” Nipple Play Jewelry. And not only for what they do to my nipples; they’re gorgeously eye-gasmic. Once I saw these beauties, I had to know how these non-piercing silicone loops looked and felt.

With nickel-free silver and onyx black crystal jewels, the cinch design allows you to slowly tease your way to taut. Once you’ve got there, the crystal jewels banging against your body create a slight sensation that works well when you get down to good old fucking. And they’re the perfect weight. Not very heavy, but enough that you can’t help but notice that you’ve got jewelry dangling from your nips. This bling offers a whole lot of sensation.

Here’s how my husband and I used them:

On the night before Christmas, when “not a creature was stirring” (you know the tale), my husband got down on one knee in front of the tree and told me that he wanted to present me with a special Christmas Eve box. I expected a ring or a necklace, but when I saw the glistening onyx clamps, I let out a soft moan.

“They’re beautiful,” I told him. He suggested we try them on. He held my hand as we walked quietly to the bedroom. He slipped off my shirt, and began lightly flicking my nipples with his tongue. He went from flick to suck to blow, and back to suck. He always knows how to hit my personal arousal buttons—from my nipples down to my belly button and then further down to my pussy. As he began sucking harder, making out with my nipples like he does with my lips, I could feel something stirring between my thighs. I began to moan and he slowly lowered two fingers and began circling my clit. After a few minutes, when I was revving up to go, he removed his finger and headed back up to my nipple. Without skipping a beat, he moved his hands to one breast and his mouth to the other.

After we got the “Squeeze Please!” Nipple Play Jewelry to stay on, I loved when he fucked me and tugged on the onyx pendants.  He laid me down, my back on our bed, and slowly began to thrust. While he moved in and out he made sure to play with my nipples and the jewelry too. I don’t know if one fell off before we were done (it might have) but it didn’t matter. These were gentler than other nipple clamps, but still provided a whole lot of feels. They were a perfect addition to our lovemaking.

I’ve talked to a few of my girlfriends about the pros and cons of pierced nipples. I admit, I’ve always been curious. But with these slip-on shinies, I can enjoy all of the benefits (keeping my nipples erect, heightened sensation, the glam factor) with none of the cons (mainly the major ouch!)

I already know I’ll be using these a lot in the future. Next time around, it’ll be in a hot bondage fantasy. One in which I’m playing my husband’s glamorous mistress, a woman who likes to erotically torture him…

How would you try these?

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Finding time for sex in today’s busy life of work and family can be challenging. But having sex on a regular basis plays a key role in a healthy, well-rounded relationship—and should be high on the priority list. The great news is sex doesn’t have to be a long, deep experience every time. Quickies are perfectly fine! Not to mention they can be quite exhilarating and powerfully passionate. Make an afternoon “quickie date” with your man and make it amazing with these 5 tips:

1. Dress quickie-style.

When you get dressed that morning, be playfully strategic, for time will be of the essence. Slip on a sexy pair of panties—the kind you know he loves. Put on your best push-up bra. Wear a skirt or dress that will offer quick, easy access when you meet up. For a very special treat (for both of you!), slide into some Lace Panties with Pearl Pleasure Beads. You’ll be teased and aroused all day long as the pleasure beads caress your sensitive vulva… and then you get to enjoy the priceless expression on his face when he discovers them!

2. Tease with sexy sexting.

With a quickie date calendared in, you may find yourself with a constant perma-grin, as you’ll be looking forward to it all day long. Keep the fun and excitement building by sending him scintillating sexts throughout the day. They can be simple and flirty—or hot and provocative. It’s totally up to you. Interested in some ideas? Here’s 43 sexts ready to go. Just copy/paste and you’re in business! And don’t be shy… men love dirty notes.

3. Seduce your biggest sex organ.

I’m talking about your brain. Get your mind engaged with the power of sexual fantasy. Fantasize about coming together during intercourse, your hot neighbors getting it on, or your favorite celebrity going down on you! Everything is fair game when it comes to fantasy—and the best thing is that it’s safe and private. You can also feed your imagination by reading a 5-minute erotic short story before you get home, or by peeking into some steamy 50 shades role-play ideas.

4. Pre-heat your flower.

Enjoying a few moments of self-pleasure beforehand will create that sexual rush, priming your body and nerve endings for immediate pleasure. Just use some female body-safe lube on your fingertips and explore your favorite clitoral touching techniques. Or pull out your tried-n-true clitoral vibe to get you from 0 to 60 with the flip of a switch. Get your juices flowing for action-on-demand—and he’ll love you for it!

5. Ready, set, go-oooh!

It’s time. You’re dressed, hot and wet, and he’s cocked, locked and ready to rock. Get the most out of your limited sexy time! Get right to dirty talk. Gaze passionately at him with eyes locked tight. Tell him you need to have him NOW. Kiss passionately. Position yourselves for erotic mutual-masturbation or dive straight into 69.

Enjoy sex toys? Now would be the perfect time to reach for your favorite couples cock-ring. Slip it on, turn up the vibration and within minutes you may just have your one hell of an earth-shaking orgasm!

There’s a lot to be said for packing hours’ worth of passion into just a few, explosive moments.

***

Make your quickie even more amazing with these suggestions from Tickle Kitty:

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by Rachel Kramer Bussel

Callie’s birthday gifts started with the panties, lacy, see-through black ones. She’d torn open the small package and smiled at Toby. “Put them on, baby,” he said as he brushed the red tissue paper off the bed. He resisted reaching for his wife as she stood over him, shimmied out of her dress, pressed her hand on his shoulder for support and stepped into the panties. He loved her ass, but he loved it even more now—and they weren’t even done with the birthday gifts.

“And now this,” he said, handing her a small box whose contents he’d made sure she couldn’t guess. She leaned in to kiss him, then began to undo the red ribbon. He took the opportunity to slide his hand down her bare back and rest it inside the waistband of the panties.

Callie got the box open and pulled out the red toy, shaped with one bulbous end and a flat base. She held it, then turned to him. “Is this what I think it is?”

“If you think it’s a butt plug, then you’re right,” he said, then paused. Her smile wasn’t quite so big anymore, and the truth was, he was curious about it too. “I got you a beginner’s size; there were bigger ones too. I thought we could try it, and if you don’t like it, we can stop. But baby, I have a feeling you’re going to like it.” He did, and not just because he wanted to see it nestled between her cheeks.

The other day, when he’d had her on her hands and knees, his face buried in her pussy from behind, he’d held onto her ass, massaging it, wanting to taste her there. He’d paused for air and felt himself get hard at the prospect of sliding his cock into her sweet, small hole. He’d buried his face back inside her, his tongue going wild with abandon as he pictured just how excited Callie might get if he touched her there. He’d wanted to, but he’d gotten nervous. She was an incredible lover, eager and responsive, coming up with as many new positions and ideas as he did, but anal play hadn’t come up in their six months together, and he didn’t want to just start in on it if it might make her uncomfortable.

Toby pulled Callie close and kissed her hard, easing the toy out of her hands. He kissed her until she had to pull back for a breath, but when she tried to get on her back and pull him on top of her, he shook his head. “Later. Later I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to scream. But first I want to get you ready. You’ll like it, and if you don’t, just tell me stop and I’ll give you my cock, okay?” Callie smiled, but he knew it was her “yeah, sure, whatever you want, honey” smile, not one that said she was dying to be fucked in the ass. They’d never really talked about whether they’d tried it before and, if so, how it went. He had, and liked it, but the two women he’d tried it with had only shown half-hearted interest. This time, he was prepared. He’d even played with himself a little in the shower, to see what it felt like, and gotten a shock at how much he enjoyed that kind of stimulation.

He rolled Callie onto her stomach and shifted her so she was on her knees, her cute butt thrust into the air. As gorgeous as her curves looked in the panties, he had to pull them down, but settled them around her thighs. This was also his favorite position for eating her pussy, which he hoped to do later that night. But first things first. He kissed each asscheek, then gently squeezed them. He loved the feel of her butt in his hands, how round it was, how plump yet firm at the same time. He loved knowing how much heat was right there below, waiting to be unleashed. He held her cheeks apart enough to look at her properly, and blew gently. She squirmed, and he leaned down and licked her.

His first swipe of his tongue was tender and tentative, getting a feel for her. He tightened his grip on her cheeks and licked again, amazed at how sensitive she was. He could feel her respond, and he pushed a little deeper. She was tight there, but not so tight he couldn’t get inside. He twisted his tongue enough to push in and out, and when he paused for a moment to survey her, Callie said, “More. Keep going, baby.” She he did, finding that just as he couldn’t get enough of her pussy when he was down there—or the way she pressed back against him eagerly—feasting on his girlfriend’s ass was equally as wonderful. He didn’t know how long it went on, only that when he stopped and brought his hand to her pussy, she was dripping wet. “I want to try it,” Callie said breathlessly, in a rush, as she turned her head, before he could even mention the plug. “I want to feel it there. I had no idea; your tongue felt so good.”

He smiled, unable to speak just then. She grabbed another pillow for under her head, deftly slid off her panties, and shifted so her ass was even higher in the air. Toby reached for the bottle of lube in their bedside drawer, and poured some onto his fingers. He’d checked at the store that this kind would work for anal sex. He drizzled a little onto her crack, then added a bit more to make sure, before starting with his pinky. He circled her hole with his finger, pressing gently, until Callie again had to urge him on. He pushed just a little, and then was inside her. Callie’s own muscles pulled him deeper, and he watched as he played with her, pushing his finger as deep as it would go at her command.

Soon that wasn’t enough, and he eased it out and used his index finger. Touching Callie there had made him unbearably hard. He didn’t want to rush her, but he couldn’t wait to be inside her. Her anal walls clung to his finger, making him sure it would feel amazing if he could press his cock right there too. When he was done with his index finger, he tried his thumb, giving Callie a light swat on her butt cheek as he did. He wanted to ask if she was ready for the plug, but she’d already told him she was, so he pulled out. “Stay right there,” he said, and hastily went to the bathroom to wash his hands. In moments, he was back, adding lube to the toy then coating it with his fingers. “Hold yourself open for me, Cal,” he instructed, both for the assistance and because he wanted to see her try it. Seeing her red fingernails digging into her own butt, spreading herself wide, made him groan. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I’m going to put this in now.”

Toby again went slowly, pressing the head of the toy against her anus and gently pushing. With Callie holding herself wide, clearly relaxed and hungry for it, Toby didn’t have to wait long before the plug was all the way inside her, its base settling between her cheeks. He took her hands and raised them above her head, sliding down next to her to kiss her.

“How does it feel?” he whispered.

“Amazing.” She sounded surprised at how good it felt. “Intense. But I want you too.”

Toby guided her hand to his extremely hard cock. “You’re going to have me, right now” He reached for a condom, got it out and onto his erection in seconds, then pulled her on top of him. Callie took over from there, guiding Toby inside her. He loved seeing her with her curls dangling down over him, her breasts bouncing, as if daring him to pull her close and suck on them, and her tight wet heat encasing his dick. Callie started to ride him. Normally he’d tell her to slow down, but he couldn’t this time. He watched as she thrust her head back, her nipples pointing upward as she savored every inch of him. Callie was especially energetic as she rubbed her clit, and he could tell she was extremely wet. He was torn between watching her and closing his eyes, which he eventually did. When she flung herself down so their bodies were pressed together, then whispered, “Don’t come; I want your cock in my ass,” he almost lost it.

“Now?” he asked, needlessly.

“Yes, right now.” She was still touching her clit and she started to shudder, her breaths against his neck hot and heavy. He wasn’t going to deny her—or himself.

He waited for her to come, using every ounce of effort not to explode too soon. She slid off of him, making sure the condom stayed in place, and got on all fours, back into position, spreading herself wide. He hadn’t expected things to move quite this quickly. “Steady now,” Toby said quietly as he started to ease the toy out. Callie gasped and made a few garbled noises as he slowly removed the plug, meeting a little resistance. When it was fully out, she let go, and he placed the toy base end up on the nightstand.

“You tell me if it’s too much baby,” he said, adding lube to himself and rubbing a little more against her. He climbed into position and held himself in place, watching as the head of his cock pressed against her perfect hole. Once the head was in, the rest was easy. He went very slowly, amazed at the sensation.

“I want it all,” she said, shifting her body so he knew she was going to touch her clit again. That prompted him to slide fully all the way in, savoring every second of being trapped so snugly there. It wasn’t better necessarily than sinking in to the hilt into her pussy, or having her wrap her lips around him, just different, and all the more amazing because she was giving herself to him in a way he knew she never had with anyone. Soon they’d developed a rhythm, with Callie breathing deeply, grunting, thrusting back against him as he entered her fully. It was like he’d unlocked a hidden side of her, one neither of them had quite expected. “I’m going to come soon,” he said, even though part of him never wanted to stop.

“I’m ready, I want to feel it,” she said, shifting again and tightening around him. He could picture her with a vibrator pressed against her clit, or maybe working one inside her, letting its vibrations reach him too. He pictured her doing to him what he’d done to her earlier, teasing her tongue and then the toy into him, and that’s what did it, making Toby come hard inside her. He rested against her back for a few moments before sliding himself out. After he’d cleaned himself and the plug up, her returned to the bedroom, smiling at the look on Callie’s face and her discarded black lace panties on the floor.

He pulled her close and stared deep into her blue eyes, awed, as always, by how gorgeous she was, and how good a pair they were. “Best. Birthday. Ever,” she pronounced, and curled up onto her side of the bed. “I wonder what we’ll do for yours next week.” Toby smiled, already looking forward to it.*

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Writer Rachel Kramer Bussel is the editor of over 40 anthologies, including Cheeky Spanking Stories and Anything for You: Erotica for Kinky Couples. She teaches erotic writing workshops and writes widely about sex, dating, books and pop culture.

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