Nobela ni MIRA

I was traveling with my workmate, Jim, to several of our company’s field offices around the US. We were good pals, which made the 2-week work trip a lot more fun that it might’ve been otherwise. I’d recently broken up with a woman that I’d been going with for a few years and, to be honest, I was fucking horny. Jim was one of those perpetually single types – you know, a different woman every week. We’d both decided that we’d get as laid as often as we could on the trip. Atlanta was the first city on our trip, but unfortunately, we were slammed with work and didn’t have time for any “extra-curricular activities”. By the time we made it to the second city on our trip, Chicago, we were both ready for some action. Luckily, there was plenty of free time in our schedule – so on the first night, we hit the bars. We were staying at a hotel in the famous Gold Coast, which put us within walking distance of plenty of hopping bars.It was almost like we sniffed our way to the right place, because

The one on the right page was a woman licking up the base of an erect cock of some unseen man. The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust. “Holy shit,” I said. “Those are incredible!” “I guess you can tell I’m going to school as a fine arts major.” Tina said. “But I learned real quick that I couldn’t turn these drawings in to my professors without having to fend off their advances for the whole semester. So there I draw nature and clanusic nudes, but this is what I love to draw more than anything.” “They look so realistic,” Carrie said. “You have a real talent for this.That woman looks like she’s a photograph as opposed to art.” I felt her pull Tina tighter against her – or maybe it was Tina moving in closer. Either way, I was feeling totally aroused with their two bodies so close. I saw Carrie look around to see where the other couple was, but they had moved off deeper into the rows, back looking at videos or something. “The best part about art,” Tin

“Oh, look,” Carrie says “another adult bookstore. What is that? The 5th one we’ve seen on this highway? “Yeah, at least,” I reply, “what is it about highways in rural Missouri? I guess truckers must be the horniest profession known to man.” We watched the signs as we panused by the XXX Adult and Novelty Store. There were a couple cars in the parking lot, but probably not more than the folks who worked there. Carrie and I were on a drive back from her household’s reunion in some god and culture forsaken spot in southern Missouri. I was driving and she was sitting in the panusenger’s seat with her beautiful legs kicked up on the dash. She had the seat reclined back a small and I could see her pink t-shirt ridding up on her belly. Hmmm, it did look good. She has such a great body. She’s tall and thin, blond hair and blue eyes but one of those womans who has no idea how beautiful she is. That’s all right by me though, because I know how pretty she is – enough so I couldn’t think of not ha

Naomi and I had decided to vacation a small different this time. We drove out to Flagstaff, Arizona, and got a room for the week at a small motel outside of town. For two days, we didn’t leave the room except for regular excursions by me to get food. I suppose that, after telling you that, I probably don’t need to tell you that Naomi spent those two days mainly naked. I probably also don’t need to tell you that she was a small sore after two days of almost constant sex.She’s always been proud of the fact that she needs small rest after a session and can achieve multiple orgasms with astonishing regularity. Her vagina, bust, and anus had withstood several regular pleasurings from my tongue and fingers. She’d had a good time. Still, it’s only natural that she would want a rest and, after those two days, I found her booting up the laptop to find us some interesting sights to take in the next day. She found an old Indian village nearby that we could tour and, after enduring a post-lunch

Her nipples were hard against my palms, and as I began caressing her bust on my own, I had to keep reminding myself I wasn’t dreaming. “That’s nice,” she sighed, leaning back so her bust bobbed to the surface of the water. I leaned closer, my heart pounding as I began circling her areolas with my tongue, then sucking each bust deeply in turn, swirling my tongue over her hardened nipples as I drew them into my mouth. Trudy’s sighs and moans were interrupted by a voice chuckling, “Looks like he really knows what you like!” and looked up in surprise to see James setting down a stack of towels behind Trudy and returning to the water. Trudy reached out, pulling him close and kissing him hungrily, and his hand moved up to cup her bust as I continued sucking the other one. He bent down to suck the one closest to him, making Trudy moan as we started sucking both her bust at once, and soon James’ fingers and mine moved down her body and began exploring her open, wet pussy together as she squir

An open-minded youthful man is introduced to bisexuality by a sensuous couple I was 29, and still recovering from my fiancée’s breaking up with me. I hadn’t dated in many months and found it difficult to motivate myself to get out of the house, so when I saw an ad for a weekend seminar on personal goal-setting, it sounded like a good way to break out of my rut and be among people again, and maybe learn something useful in the process. I signed up, and once there found the presentation fascinating. There were lots of small group exercises, and in one of these I was placed with a married couple named Trudy and James.They were in their 40’s but seemed much junior due to their offbeat sense of humor and enthusiastic zest for life. We hit it off and ended up spending most of the breaks together, talking about everything from music and politics to travel and philosophy. Trudy was a vivacious brunette with dark eyes and a musical laugh. She was about 5’5″ with a curvaceous, slightly plump f

The accidental brush of a hand. A knowing look across a room. The tilt of a head toward the door. Signals shared between spouses at a party? I suppose. In this case, they were signals shared between lovers whose spouses were oblivious. William was drunk. It wasn’t apparent in his demeanor, but I knew the signs. He brushed by me on his way through the kitchen and his hand touched my ass. Lingered there for a good minute as he blocked the path of two other guests trying to get by. I glared at him, knowing it didn’t matter. “Had too much to drink?” “Not too much. Enough to know what I want,” he said. He leaned close, stirring the hair on my neck as he whispered, “We’re leaving soon. Meet me.” I didn’t have a chance to say no or, rather, ask where and when, because my husband came toward us. As if sensing that his territory had been encroached upon, he wrapped his hand around my waist and gave me a little squeeze. William’s hand moved from my ass at about the same moment and I wondered i

The choices were chicken breast or a T-bone steak. Everyone had a plate but me. Finally, a lone dish came trailing out. It was cold pasta with sun-dried tomatoes. Lisa had remembered my fear of bones. I hadn’t eaten meat since I cut the top of my middle finger off when I was twelve. Now every time I saw a bone I felt sick. If the pasta had been served when it was made a week ago, I might have managed to choke it down, but it was inedible. I arranged my tomatoes in the middle with the dry lifeless noodles around them. A waiter stopped in front of me to take my plate. He saw what I’d done. “I’m artistic,” I said. He whisked it away. I was starving, and I was buzzed from the second glass of champagne. A little thought danced in the back of my head. What had Lisa said about a dessert? She had chosen a lovely mousse. Of course, it had to be chocolate. They brought it out. Why was my chocolate mousse pink? It was strawberry. It was like ordering a diet cola and getting a fully leaded one.

I hated weddings. Nothing good for me has ever come of them. For example, the last wedding I went to, I ended up alone at a table with my great-aunt while all the couples swooned about on the dance floor. Their closely pressed bodies seemed to be saying aren’t we the lucky ones as the white paper streamers delicately fluttered on the ceiling. Meanwhile, my great-aunt was going on about some freaking tea party she claimed she had for me in Florida when I was four years old. I don’t remember Florida. I don’t remember her, except for meeting her in the receiving line two hours ago. What did I get from attending this blissful event? A paper cut from my place card, a cranky buzz from cheap champagne and a regretful comment I slurred to my great-aunt at the end of the night. “I won’t be you,” I called out in her direction. I didn’t know what that meant, because I hardly knew her. I think it was directed more at what she represented, an old crone sitting alone at a wedding banquet table wit

I went up north, ready to scour all the ports on the Baltic. I ended up in Hamburg. In the evening, I wandered in Sankt Pauli. Girls in their windows, boxed in tackiness, with an air of decent housewives displaying their asses. Not one worth fucking, but men were there, strolling about, eyeing them. My God, they looked like first communicants walking slowly to the altar to receive the host! Monumental hard-ons because that one shakes her tits under their noses and they imagine themselves stuffing their pricks in the holy of holies! You bet they haven’t grown one inch since the time when, as adolescents, they shut themselves in the toilet to jerk off out of sight of their mommy’s eyes! Men’s desire disgusts me. It was certainly not in those alleyways with no dark corners, where the gaudy pink neons filter, that I was going to meet the man from Albuquerque. It was down to the wharves I had to go . . . I hung about between the angular shadows of the container stacks waiting to be loaded

I was half-drunk with lack of sleep, standing in the hot white buzz of Central Station while hordes of commuters bumped past me with their sharp suits and shoulder pads and brief cases. I stood there blinking and yawning. What the hell was I doing up at this hour? The answer, of course, was Sam. I growled at the thought of his stubbornness, at the selfish way he’d announced he was leaving to make his fortune. Hotfooting it to London like a carefree bird. Not for a second had he stopped to think of how it would screw up our relationship – four hundred miles between us was a serious blow. The salvation of our bickering, up-and-down love affair was the Olympic sex we indulged in most mornings, afternoons and evenings. We could hammer away for hours, and he took me places I’d never thought possible, body twisted into breathtaking positions, him so deep inside me it felt like blasphemy. After he left, my sex life became a sudden blank. I was left gasping with shock, reeling from the terri

She wanted to be wanted by her It almost made her cry. It was something she thought she’d left when Wendy had left to find someone even more subservient. Having it back was almost too much for her to handle: the fear that it could go again. Slowly, June had stood up on the lumpy futon, unbuttoned her jeans, and then, teasingly, dropped her panties. She did it slowly because while it seemed that all she and Betty did was fuck, the magic of their bodies hadn’t rubbed off yet. She had loved to get naked in front of Betty, watching her eyes dance and hunger for her. It was a little chilly in the apartment, so June left her T-shirt on. “Make like a doggie, love,” Betty had said, “It’s easier that way.” Slowly, kind of scared, June had: she got down on the futon, first on her hands and knees and then – ’cause her arms started to ache – leaning down on a pillow. “So pretty,” Betty said from behind her. The kiss was kind of a shock. June had been so psyched to receive the brilliantly blue sil

She reached out via text and received an enthusiastic reply almost immediately. Within a couple of days she was at home in the evening, sipping a glass of wine and waiting for the doorbell to ring. It was under the pretense of another massage, but Anna intended for things to go much, much further. When he arrived, Julian had all his equipment with him. Anna indicated he should get set up in the living room and offered him a glass of wine. As a professional, he declined. It made her wonder if he knew the real reason why he was there, so when he asked her to disrobe to her comfort and get under the sheet, she knew exactly what she had to do. Instead of getting under the sheet, she stripped down naked and then sat on the table, pulling she sheet over to cover herself while he was out of theroom. Once he walked in she would be able to tell right away if he wanted what she had to offer. “I’m ready,” she called out. When Julian walked out of the kitchen into the living room,

She started to grind her clit onto the table below her as he continued his steady, even rhythm in and around her tight hole. His other hand moved to slip underneath her and she raised her hips up to give him access. As soon as he touched her clit she felt an incredible jolt pass through her pussy, only made more intense by the finger in her ass.Gasping loudly, she writhed on the table as he continued to probe both of her holes with his skilled hands. She knew from past experience that her orgasm was going to be explosive. Gently, he placed a pillow in front of her mouth and whispered, “You need to be a bit quieter.” Biting down into the fabric, she let her body finally go and a massive contraction of her pussy almost made her buck off the table. Her muffled scream was still loud and she felt a wonderful release shiver through her entire body, taking her from completely tense to a state of euphoria. Julian removed his hands and gently rubbed her back some more, trailing

It was a silly indulgence, but Anna had been thinking for a while that she needed to get looser. Her position as a corporate raider had her tense most of the time and it had started to reflect in her back and her shoulders. Even her jaw hurt sometimes, likely from grinding it in her sleep due to stress. “Girl, you need a vacation. Or something to relax you.” Her best friend Linda had always suggested it as if it was that easy to simply disappear for a week. There were client deadlines to consider. “If only it was that easy to just up and relax. What I really need is a way to take care of all these muscle issues.” “I think I might have just the solution,” Linda said with a twinkle in her eye. “You have got to go and see my masseuse Julian. Tell him you need the relaxation package. He will completely take care of all your tension. And some frustration.” Linda winked. “What does that mean?” “You’ll find out.” Her friend grinned. Anna had no idea what she was talking abou

Beth slid down and Sharon parted her legs. Her thick pussy lips framed a wonderful triangle of thin hair that was perfectly groomed. There was moisture clinging to the lips. Inhaling the musky scent, Beth slid her tongue slowly down one side and back up the other, enjoying every piece of sexy pussy she could find.“Oh fuuuuck...” Sharon moaned. Beth sucked on one lip, teasing it with her tongue and then the other. “That’s so fucking amazing, Beth...” Her clit was throbbing and ready to be touched, and Beth grazed the underside gently with her tongue, making Sharon almost fall off the sheets they were soaking. “Jesus... yes, suck my clit. I’m so fucking close, baby.” The affectionate word made Beth want to feel her friend explode even more. She sucked the throbbing clit into her mouth and started a steady, rhythmic massage with her lips. “Oh my God... I’m going to fucking cum... yes, I’m going to fucking cum... don’t stop!” she cried loudly. Beth watched in rapt attention

Beth thought about the body she had been staring at all day in the sun, barely covered by anything. Then she remembered watching her good friend’s hand playing with her lips and the way she sounded when she orgasmed. Her own pussy was throbbing with need. “I definitely want to.” Her mouth was dry considering what she knew she was about to admit. “But I think I want more than just that.” “Oh yeah? And what’s that?” “I want to kiss you.” Sharon’s eyes went wider but she smiled. “Oh, that’s definitely on. I’ve wanted to kiss you so badly all day. You’re so hot.” When Beth finally heard what she had fantasized about for so long, she smiled in return. Without hesitating, Sharon leaned forward and parted her lips. Beth met her and their lips finally touched. It was like an electric bolt had shot through her body when she felt Sharon’s tongue slide between her lips for her to taste. Kissing her was different than kissing a boy. Her skin was soft instead of rough. She tasted i

She got her opportunity faster than she expected.“God, I’m fucking horny. Tequila always does that to me,” Sharon said, then sighed. Beth’s mind was racing. After dancing with Sharon all evening and having so much fun, she wanted to admit to her friend that she thought she might want a bit more than just curling up in bed together. But she was apprehensive about changing their relationship so much, especially right after Sharon had broken up with her boyfriend. Even so, Sharon admitting that she was horny was very enticing. “Why don’t you... take care of that problem? I’m okay with it.” Sharon looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean? You want me to get off? Right here?” “I’m horny too. We could do it together? Maybe it would be kind of hot.” Their eyes locked and Beth could see Sharon’s eyes probing hers for any doubt. After a moment she smiled. “Okay, I’m game. But I’m warning you, it can take me a while to really let go. Especially with an audience.