Bahamas Porn

My first online encounter took place sometime back in 1997 (about a decade ago). I remember I was in college during those years and was living near the beach. I had come home after I had done some studying at the library. I recall that I was sitting on my bed talking on the phone with a very sexy classmate. I would always sit right next to her and we would always look at one another. She had a gymnast bod, very fit, and sexy. She was blonde, blue eyed and curvy on top. I was trying to get to know her so we spoke about class. We finished our phone conversation and I checked my Hotmail account. Continue reading »

What is it about him? He has my insides longing just to walk up to him slowly, gazing into his eyes deeper and deeper the closer I get, stop right in front of him, and then slowly and cautiously bring my hands from my sides and place them on his hips. I’m not sure if he wants this, not sure if he’ll let me touch him. My hands glide softly up his body to his ribs, across his chest, down his stomach and rest on his belt buckle. All the while I’m looking up into his face under my eyelashes, the question in my eyes ‘will you let me?’ Continue reading »

I’m lying down on my stomach, still sleeping. You’ve been awake for a while, despite the early hour. I wake as you enter the room and start to drift back to sleep, registering your presence only faintly. You sit next to me on the bed, stroking my hair gently. I move to my side, blinking sleepily, and open my mouth to ask you what you want, only to be silenced with one finger pressed against my lips. I kiss your finger slowly, rewarded with a tender smile, and you gently push me back down. I shiver from a mix of anticipation and the sudden chill as you shove the blankets aside. You smile, stroking my cheek with one thumb. I reach a hand up to you, intending to draw you closer, but you catch it easily and tuck it behind my head, then tap my other hand with a mock-stern frown. I slide it behind my head lazily, smiling up into your eyes. You frown sharply - though I see a hint of a smile in your eyes - and strike my inner thigh with the flat of your palm, one word hissing out, “Still.” Continue reading »

The sun was high and hot - nearly straight-up noon. It was almost time when your plane was schedule to touch down. My eyes ached at the brightness as I scanned the sky in anticipation of your arrival. It’s been too many weeks since I’ve seen you and my serves were jittering an jumping like water droplets skittering across a hot griddle.

Your plane finally taxis up to the gate and the “droplets” begin to steam and sizzle in my belly. It seems like hours until I finally see you come through the door. My heart is pulsing in my throat. Pounding so hard, I think that I will suffocate from the sensation of the pressure. We come together in a moment - a soft embrace and the long anticipated kiss. Too soon we slowly pull apart and I search your soft brown eyes for any indication of how much you may have missed me. It’s not your eyes, however, that communicates this, but your hands, which linger on my back, moving to my waist, keeping me close. It’s your cheek caressing my neck while you move to lay a kiss on the top of my bare shoulder that eases my fears. Continue reading »

We are in a room, and it is nighttime…the room has no furniture. It is lit by dozens of candles spread in a circle on the floor. More fill windowsills and shelving throughout. The largest window is open and its lace curtains, floor length, billow and lift with the spring breezes making the candles flicker. Though the day has been cool, our dinner, the wine, words shared of love, of swimming in a deep sea together, have generated a heat between us. We”re both inclined to swim deeply within each other tonight. Continue reading »

*Royal Pleasures the Sequel*

Years passed. The King progressively lost interest in his enslaved bride. Liese had fulfilled every desire so thoroughly that for a time the King spent the majority of his days concocting more fantastical roles for her to play out. Failure to do so led to a dull, unsatisfying marriage.

Liese tired of the monotony of the King. His sexual prowess (for her) diminished with age and she grew frustrated as a result. She had needs of her own, but the King was entirely consumed with acquiring new lovers. Liese had even removed herself from his bed chamber. Not yet having taken advantage of having her own quarters, the prospect excited her. Continue reading »