True Romance
A WARM BEACH, A BEAUTIFUL SUNSET AND A NAKED GIRL—THE PERFECT RECIPE FOR LOVE
I lay naked with my loved one on a blanket in the warm sand as we watched the setting sun sink into a sapphire sea. Wispy clouds burned with brilliant oranges, reds and yellows, setting the sky ablaze with color.
A light breeze blew, carrying the fragrance of tropical wildflowers and salt air to our noses. It touched our naked bodies with caresses as soft as rose petals and as light as a midsummer dream. Sea birds, wings spread wide, sailed majestically atop wind and current, while a symphony of songbirds sang farewell to the setting sun.
As this spectacle of momentary wonder began to fade, I turned to look upon the lady beside me, a vision of loveliness that will endure forever in my mind:
• the waves of flowing hair that framed the flawless features of her face.
• the dancing eyes that sparkled when she smiled.
• her perfectly sculpted cheeks and full red lips, which glistened as if begging to be kissed.
• her pert round breasts, which rose and fell with each sweet breath.
• and the graceful curves of her body, her rounded hips and shapely legs.
I took my loved one in my arms, pressing our naked bodies together and kissing her, as lightly as a butterfly, on the neck, allowing our passion to spark and to grow slowly. My fingertips explored her body lightly, tracing delicate lines down her sides, across her breasts and over her hips.
As the fire of desire began to burn, and she trembled at my touch, I ran my tongue tenderly down her neck to her breast, teasing the nipple with wet caresses until it stood erect and her body begged for more. I felt the desire crying out from deep within her as passion’s fire grew hotter with each breath she took in.
Then, and only then, did I touch my lips to hers—locking in a kiss thirsting with passion, deep, hot and wet. I wrapped my tongue around hers and searched the depths of her mouth, as my fingers found their way down to her love grotto. I moved them gently in a circular motion, allowing the tips to invade her wet depths, feeling her desire and the glow of anticipation as she neared the edge of climax, teasing her that way until the first spasm began.
Then I rammed my hard and throbbing rod to the very center of her passion, and held it there, deep inside her, as her mind and body were launched into orgasmic euphoria, soaring to the heights of pleasure. As her tempest of love began to fade, I started working my manhood in and out of her, reviving the ecstasy until she could stand it no more. Her muscles contracted and her breathing quickened once more, as did my passionate thrusts of love.
Each forceful stroke brought her closer to blissful culmination, until she could no longer contain the rush and it burst free in waves of intense pleasure. I continued to drive my pole deeper, wrapping her entire being in unimaginable euphoria, until I too reached the heights of climax. Electricity coursed through my body like lightning as thunderous spasms pumped the love juices from me into her warm, sticky depths.
As the powerful contractions subsided, I fell breathless into her loving embrace. Then we lay on the blanket under the light of a full moon, listening to our hearts beat and staring into the star-covered sky, until the heat of passion and the fires of desire were ignited once more.—V.C., Raleigh, North Carolina
A PICNIC ON THE GOLF COURSE LEADS TO A SEXY HOLE IN ONE—OR IS IT ONE IN A HOLE
I came home from a long day at work last Friday to find that my wife had sent the kids to my sister-in-law’s so that we could be alone. Jan told me to shower and shave because, she said, this was going to be “a very special night.”
My mind raced as I got ready, wondering what it was she had planned. I showered quickly and got dressed in one of my golf shirts and a pair of shorts. When Jan saw what I was wearing, she said that my outfit was very appropriate for the evening’s activities. She herself was wearing a pair of jeans shorts and a supertight T-shirt, and she looked sexy as hell.
She took me out to the car and then blindfolded me, saying that our destination was part of the surprise. We drove for about forty-five minutes, and when we stopped and I took off the blindfold, I was delighted to see that we had arrived at my favorite local golf course. Jan busied herself getting a picnic basket and a blanket out of the trunk.
I asked if I could help her with anything, and she said that she had everything under control, and I should just go along with it and enjoy. She then opened up the picnic basket and took out a nicely chilled bottle of wine. It was a warm night, the sky was full of stars, and it felt perfect.
Jan asked me to open the wine, and as I did so, she started to rub my now-hardening cock through my shorts. I poured the wine in the glasses she had brought along, and we sat there alternately drinking wine and sharing passionate kisses between sips.
When our glasses were empty, Jan pulled off my shirt and began to kiss me all over. After a few minutes of this she took out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s and started to do body shots, pouring some whiskey on various of my body parts and then slurping and licking it off. She did one off my neck, then my elbow, followed by my belly button.
Then she told me it was my turn. She took off her T-shirt and bra, revealing her beautiful breasts and rock-hard nipples. I too started with her neck, and then I poured one in the immense valley of her cleavage, lapping the last one out of her sexy navel.
She then asked me to take off my shorts and boxers and lie down on my stomach. She took out some oil, but before starting to give me a full-body massage she removed her shorts to reveal a pair of black lace thong panties. She asked me to take them off her with just my mouth, and I was only too happy to oblige. Naked now, she started working the oil slowly and carefully into my back and legs.
After about fifteen minutes Jan told me to roll over. She straddled my hips, sitting on my cock so it was pressed flat against my stomach. She massaged my chest and arms before spinning around to rub my calves, feet and thighs. Knowing how sensitive my inner thighs are, she grazed her fingers over them gently and maddeningly. When I couldn’t take it any more, I asked her to let me do her for a while. But she demurred, reminding me that this was my night.
At this point Jan slid off me, took my hard cock in her mouth and gave me a blowjob I’ll remember the rest of my life. After she had sucked on my cock for a good ten minutes, I shot a huge load of come down her throat, which she swallowed eagerly. Even then she didn’t miss a beat, but just kept on sucking until she brought my cock back to hardness again.
Then she told me to stay where I was, because she was going to give me the ride of my life. She straddled me again, this time taking my long shaft up inside her exceedingly damp cunt. She leaned down to me, and we kissed passionately as she began to move up and down on me. Eventually she had the whole length of me inside her, stroking in and out over and over again.
After riding me like that for about fifteen minutes, she straightened up and leaned back on her hands, her stiff-nippled breasts pointing at the sky, as she continued to fuck me without missing a beat. I rubbed her hard clit with one hand while twiddling her sexy nipples with the other. In time this triggered a huge orgasm, which seemed to have her body in convulsions for at least three minutes.
After that, Jan leaned down to kiss me again, fucking me faster, until a couple of minutes later I filled her pussy with a full load of my come. When I had recovered my breath, I told my wonderful wife that this was a hole in one that I would always remember!—B.Z., Eugene, Oregon
WHEN HE GETS OUT OF PRISON SHE GIVES HIM A RIDE—IN A LIMO, IN A PLANE AND IN HER
I am a twenty-six-year-old male who recently finished a three-and-a-half-year sentence in federal prison and hoped you’d enjoy hearing about my return to society.
My wife greeted me as I came out of the prison. Beryl is five feet six, one hundred twenty pounds, with brown hair, hazel eyes and a gorgeous 36C chest. I saw her as soon as I walked through the prison door to freedom, and my cock immediately began to rise, producing a
sexy smirk on her face. As we embraced, her nipples began to harden under her silk blouse.
We walked hand in hand away from the prison. When we got to the parking lot, I discovered that Beryl had hired the longest limo I had ever seen. I slid in the back, and as she followed, I got a nice flash of her bare pussy. She told the driver to take the long way to the airport, as we had plenty of time before our flight.
Much to my delight she put up the privacy divider and opened the sunroof. I started to reach for her bare pussy, but she stopped me, telling me to sit back and enjoy. She then opened my pants and started to give me the first blowjob I’d had in three-and-a-half years. Much to my dismay—and her delight—she was swallowing my hot come in a matter of minutes.
I started to apologize, but Beryl laughed and reminded me that it had been a very long time for me. She went back to sucking, and I was hard again almost instantly. As soon as I was good and stiff, she straddled my hard cock, and it slid nicely in her ready and eager pussy.
I unbuttoned her blouse and bra, and her breasts fell in my hands. I could not get enough of them. I nibbled hungrily at her nipples, first one, then the other, until I felt her pussy spasming around my cock as she had her first orgasm. I went on sucking and licking and nibbling her wonderful breasts as she continued to fuck me. When she came the second time, the spasming of her pussy was too much for me to take, and I emptied my load in her.
I then told Beryl that it was my turn to eat her, and as she slid off me, I dove right in her sloppy wet pussy. I had always loved the taste of our combined juices, and that day was no exception. In about ten minutes she was reaching her third earth-shaking orgasm of the day.
Right after that, the driver came on the intercom to say that we would be at the airline terminal in a matter of minutes. Beryl didn’t bother to put her bra back on; she just buttoned up her blouse. A minute later we pulled up to the terminal and went to check in for our flight.
Beryl had brought along a change of clothes for me, so I went in a men’s room to put on a fresh shirt and a pair of shorts. While donning the shorts, I felt something in the pocket. It was a perfumed piece of paper, and on it was written: “I hope you are ready to join the mile-high club!”
When I got back to Beryl, I was sure she could tell from my smile that I had found and read her note. Then they called our flight and we boarded the plane, and in the process the note must have fallen out of my pocket, because the next thing I knew, one of the stewardesses had picked it up and was handing it to me with a smile, asking if this was mine.
Fortunately for us, the flight was almost empty, at least up in first class where we were. After we each had a scotch and soda, Beryl asked if I needed to use the bathroom. At these words my cock began to swell again. I got up and found the lavatory, and she followed me in a minute later, her face bright red. She said that the stewardess who had found my note had seen her get up and given her a knowing smile.
We were both very hot, and even in the confines of the tiny bathroom we managed to bring each other to orgasm within about five minutes. We then went back to our seats and slept for the rest of the flight.
What a great welcome back to the real world after my time away!—G.L., Billings, Montana
WHEN THEY’RE CAUGHT IN THE RAIN, THEIR STORMY PASSION ALMOST WASHES THEM AWAY
My boyfriend and I were on an overnight hike, and we had almost gotten to the lake when it started to pour. It was the kind of thick, heavy spring rain that soaks in your hair and makes your skin slippery.
I closed my eyes and smiled up at the sudden downpour. Brad’s first reaction was to look around for a dry place to hide. There wasn’t one to be found. But sudden changes of weather turn me on, and one look at my fuck-me-now state more than reconciled Brad to the rain. His thick cock made a quick tent in his sweatpants as it pointed toward me.
He made a grab for me and pressed his lips to mine. Thunder roared as our tongues locked. Water streamed through our hair and over our mouths. We savored the taste of rain and skin. Brad’s hand reached to palm my ass while his other arm cupped my body and lowered it onto a patch of moss.
I felt like I was on the cover of a romance novel. My shorts were off in a second, and my khaki button-down hung open, revealing my shiny breasts. I peeled one leg of Brad’s sweats off and watched the forest rain dripping off his generous-size hard-on.
On his knees on the waterlogged moss, he slid in me. With long, sensuous, slippery motions we arched and writhed and made love to the beat of the hard raindrops on the leaves. We rolled across the ground, and ended up with me kneeling over him on all fours, our energized bodies spotted with wet earth.
Lightning reflected its danger in Brad’s eyes. I pumped the wetness of my pussy on his hot cock as he caressed me with muddy hands. The pounding rain mixed with our moans of pleasure in a cacophony of desire punctuated with thunder. We rocked to the forest music, and came together, locked in simultaneous shuddering passion.
I swear, the rain stopped as soon as we came. The amenities in Mother Nature’s hotel have perfect timing. If that was her mud and spa treatment, we couldn’t wait to try the bath. The lake was closer than we thought, but far enough away for our bodies to be recharged.
Brad surveyed the shore while I dived in, clothes and all. Wet was wet. I stripped in the water, tossing my clothes out as they came off. Brad caught my panties with a sly smile and tossed me a bar of soap.
The sun was coming out now, and in force. Brad stripped off his wet clothes and swam out to join me. He grabbed me and hugged me tight. Brushing a strand of hair from my face, he whispered that he was glad he had found me and was lucky that I was his.
I washed his strong chest with the hard bar of soap, then took a deep breath and dived underwater to soap up his balls. I also gave his cock a quick cleaning with my mouth before coming back up. I began soaping myself now, taking extra time to spread the lather over my throat and breasts, knowing how he loved to watch me touch myself.
Brad paddled around and slid in me from behind, but our heads bobbed under the water and we couldn’t hold the position. Finally, I wrapped my soapy hands around his dick and jerked him off in the warm water. I wondered how far those tadpoles got to swim.
Hours later, after a long rest on the shore, a crazy drunken game of hide-and-seek and a dinner that we ate off each other’s stomach, I was dangling a bottle of beer between two fingers while admiring Brad’s naked body glistening in the moonlight. I was fascinated with wonder at how he could be that hard again.
He beckoned to me, and I knelt in front of him. Smiling, he traced my lips and asked, “Are they numb yet?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Are yours?”
“No,” he said, “but my head is.”
“Which head?”
“Smart ass!”
He tore open the snaps on my still-damp shirt and lustily licked underneath both tits. I pressed my near-full beer bottle between them and pushed him back, pouring some of the liquid in his mouth. Then I leaned back on one elbow, and he poured some in mine. My throat swallowed the beer, while my pussy swallowed the finger he was feeding it. Our heads were spinning, and we could only laugh when the beer missed our mouths and had to be licked off our necks.
When Brad staggered off to take a piss, I spread our sleeping bags out by the fire. When he came back, I was sitting there in the moonlight, my tits glowing with beer, my hair windblown, and my fingers spreading my pussy lips.
He stumbled over to give me a wet kiss. Gently pushing me to the ground, he knelt above me and fucked my mouth, while my fingers played with my wetness. Then, sliding his saliva-wet cock down my body, he plunged in me. Our kisses were wild and deep. He rocked his hips in circles, and I stared at the spinning stars as he pumped faster and harder.
As he started coming, he yelled out, “God, I love you!” His cry echoed across the lake, and I felt my pussy tighten. He was pressing against my clit, and the heat of his come combined with his beautiful words ignited a fire that sprea
d through me with the pulsing pleasure of a strong, deep orgasm.
And finally we slept—R.J., Jackson, Mississippi
HIS DREAM COMES TRUE WHEN HIS WIFE LEAVES HER PANTIES OFF TO GO TO DINNER
It was a boring day at the office until my wife called at about four o’clock and said she had a surprise for me. Allison’s tone of voice made my cock twitch, and I could not help leaping to the conclusion that what she had in mind was something sexual.
I should mention that my wife rarely calls me at work. She’d never called before with a sexual message of any kind, despite my suggestions over the years that I’d love to be teased in that way. Nonetheless, I know my wife, and I could sense that I was going to enjoy whatever she had in mind.
Allison is a very elegant woman who can be incredibly sensual when she’s in the right mood. I frequently describe my fantasies to her in love notes; and every once in a while our minds connect and we find ourselves acting out a fantasy that’s as hot and intense as I could have hoped for.
After fifteen years of marriage, my wife is hotter than when we first met, both in mind and in body. For years I was obsessed with her breasts, and didn’t adequately appreciate her fantastic legs and beautiful ass.
In recent years I’ve found that my attention tends to focus on one part of Allison’s body for a period of months, after which I will rediscover another area. My current obsession seems to be with her gorgeous ass, hips and pussy. As a result of this, I found myself conjuring up fantasies about her wearing skirts with no panties.
I began to imagine how sexy it would be to have my wife greet me, when I came home from work, wearing nothing beneath her tight skirt. I pictured a skirt that would be tight enough to show off her curves, but not too tight to prevent me from pushing it up to her waist whenever I wanted direct contact with her naked ass.
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