There we were at a crowded restaraunt tonight sitting across from one another listening to the rants of my colleagues. You sat there smiling and shaking your head as you listened to the conversation all the while giving me that look and sipping your wine. I would talk to my friends but I could not keep my focus--it has been too long since I have had the taste of you in the my mouth, the feel of your warm body next to mine, your hard cock filling my cunt. As the conversation lingered, I could feel your foot rubbing my leg; to my surprise, you had removed your shoe, and I could feel your foot moving up my skirt toward my thigh. Oh, this made me squirm in my seat as you slowly started to rub the lips of my pussy. I began to feel myself become wet and I began to slowly grind myself against your foot. They kept talking and did not have a clue that I was getting so much pleasure from you..oh it has been too long my love! We are home now, and I want you!!

"Get on top," he growls.

Quickly I obey, scrambling atop him, straddling his body. I love that movement, that moment when I reach back to guide him into me. I feel the heat of my cunt, the slick wetness there as I part myself for him.

When I press down and he pushes up, my body accommodates him, welcoming him back. My back can't help but arch as the pleasure of his invasion shoots up my spine.

I love the utter immersion into sex then. The scent of us, the sound of his cock thrusting into me, his nails scraping down my back, teeth at my shoulder.

"Take your hair down." And I do it quickly. He tells me I smell like suntan lotion, it's the coconut moisturizer I use. He smells like sex and Ralph Lauren Black. His chest is firm under my lips as I lean down to kiss him, to nip at his flesh.

I'm wet from the climax he gave me before fucking me. Wet from coming and his mouth. Hot and slick it's on his stomach and our thighs. Mixing with his sweat and seed after he comes deep into me.

I lay there then, draped over his body, his pulse thunders in my ear. Connected.

Rose gasped as I took my cock from her mouth.

I released her skull from my clenched thighs. She panted, her face red with exertion.

“Half an hour, give or take,” I said. “That’s a long time to get your face fucked.”

She smiled, nodding, silent as ever, per my command.

Her eyes returned to my cock as I stroked it.

I hooked a thumb in her mouth. I focused, I focused, I focused. I really wanted to cum all over her eager face.

But it wasn’t happening.

“It’s not happening,” I sighed, dropping my hands. My cock fell, already limp.

Rose mouthed an apology.

“It’s not your fault, Rose,” I said, stroking her face. “I’m just very, very tired.”

And so it was that I ended my birthday celebration of wall-to-wall sex.

In the week or so surrounding my forty-second birthday, I had sex with over a dozen women, and about half as many men.

A date with one woman would turn into a threesome with the addition of another, a threesome easily spun into a foursome.

I had sex before, during and after orgies.

I allowed myself to be kidnapped and taken across state lines for sex.

By the end of it all, I was exhausted.

"I want to be you." She said with a smile that made the very bold statement seem more like that of a sarcastic question. Our hands held together as if letting go meant saying goodbye for an eternity neither one of us could dare comprehend. Her lips tickled mine with soft sharp pecks that pulled me closer to her. Our eyes locked and I made her a promise. "I will never leave you, I will never hurt you, and never will I ever stop loving you." She kissed me again before I could continue. I am one for dramatic speeches when it comes to love. She knew I would have gone on forever should she had chosen to allow me. We were fourteen and I haven't seen her since that fateful day. Each night since then, before I finally allow myself sleep, I can still feel her kisses. The promise still stands, the memory will forever haunt me.

I'm watching as he bends you over his knee. Your ass high in the air, pretty and bare. The strap in his hands is wide and thick. You're whimpering. Squirming. Each breathy sound you make shoots straight to my pussy.

The first stroke lands loud in the room, drowning out your breath. Three more follow in quick succession.

I find myself on my knees in front of you both. Your lips are at my ear, breath warm. My palms find your nipples, hard and begging as my lips find that spot where neck meets shoulder. The edge of my teeth abrade that sensitive skin at your neck and you gasp.

He's stopped with the strap and your squirm tells me he's running fingertips down the curve of your ass, over that hot, pink flesh and down that cleft, dancing around and around your pussy until hid fingers push into you.

You turn and our lips meet. My mouth swallowing your pleasured sounds as one of my hands travels down to find my own pussy wet and swollen. I want to tease myself slowly but I can't and I'm coming in moments.

Those fingers, wet with me touch your nipple and I watch your pupils widen.

"Is he hard? Is his cock jutting into your belly?" I murmur...

When we finally did do it, he emphasized that I was in total control, and he was absolutely respectful and sensual in his actions and communication. Although I couldn't handle his being inside of me for too long (I'm anticipating and hoping that this will change in the future!), it felt very pleasurable (and rimming- yum- oh, that felt gorgeous too), and it also gave me *intense* pleasure to know that I was fulfilling a long-time desire of his. Most importantly, engaging in anal sex with him was an intensely personal and intimate act, and made me feel much closer to him, perhaps because I had opened myself up to him in a such a vulnerable way and had trusted him. Likewise, he is beginning to trust me also. I engaged in anal penetration with him (with my finger)- something he also had desired. We hope some day to engage in much more anal play in the future, and to "up the ante" so to speak!

My partner has gotten me more in touch with my ass than any man ever has, and I am both grateful for that and excited by it! The second time we did it, we used mirrors so that I could see him behind me-- views I'd never had before. This was *totally* arousing. I wish we had taken pictures. Now, I'm scanning the internet on a regular basis for pictures and stories of anal sex, and longing for the next time when we can touch one another in that manner again!

I kept my clothes on at first and stripped him down to his underwear. He lay back on the bed as I slowly stroked his chest, arms, and legs. I leaned over him and kissed him, feeling a sort of masculine energy; I was the aggressor and he was more passive. I worked my way down to suckle his nipples, as if he were the woman. I pulled his shorts off to see what was underneath. His cock had a remarkable, mushroom-like head that was soft and fleshy. I kissed the tip - he moaned and reached down to pull off my shirt. I surrounded his cock with my breasts and stroked it with my nipples. He lay back, watching me. He reached down to pinch my nipples hard. I love to have them sucked, too, but mostly because then I can whisper what I really want - for him to bite me there. Oh yeah, that's the stuff.

I pushed my tongue deep into him and French-kissed the head of his cock. He moaned some more. I sucked the head and worked my tongue all over him while I lightly stroked the shaft with my hand. I descended to pull one of his balls into my mouth and suck on it gently. I did each one, holding it in my mouth and working my tongue over every inch of it that I could reach. When I was satisfied, I kissed my way back up the shaft to pull the head into my mouth again. I opened my mouth wide and gently enfolded him as I moved up and down - much like a warm, inviting, other place.

I took off the rest of my clothes and lay down on the bed next to him. He moved atop me and bent my legs up so that I was perfectly presented to him. He entered me slowly, taking care so as not to cum too fast. He fucked me very slowly, trying hard to maintain control. He said that I was tight and warm. He asked me to play with my breasts so that he could watch while he fucked me. I licked my fingers and pinched my hard nipples for him. He pushed my legs up further, constricting my pussy even more, and fucked me harder while I played with my nipples. I loved having him on top of me, holding me down. My legs were bent up as far as they would go, his face inches from mine as he drove himself hard into me. I saw his eyes glaze over as I started to cum. "How can you stand this?" I teased him. He couldn't. He pulled out of me to pour his glistening cum all over my belly. I reached down to scoop a couple of fingers of it into my mouth. Didn’t want to miss out on the tasty treat.

"Are you busy?"
"No, Mark is just licking my pussy."
"Oh really? Feel good?"
"mmmm God yes. Stay on the phone and listen."
"Let me get comfortable."

I head over to the couch and strip off my clothes. It's cold in my house at night but I don't reach for a blanket. I love the chilled air on my nipples. It's an incentive to heat myself up. I could hear her moaning as her licks her twat. I spread my legs, resting my feet on the coffee table, and I start slowly dragging my fingers over my pussy. I could feel the stirrings between my legs as I listen to her enjoying his tongue.

She moans and groans while he licks her. "Oh Kim, I wish this was your tongue on me. I want to cum on your face."
"I want that too, Marie. Tell me what he is doing. I want to cum when you cum."
"He's running is tongue over my cunt. It feels so good. He's flicking my jewelry with his tongue. Have you ever licked a pierced clit?"
"No."
"It feels so good. I can't wait until you can play with my clit ring with your tongue."

It was so quiet I could almost hear the big fat snowflakes blanketing the trees and sidewalks. I smiled, pulling my lover close, smelling his neck, letting him rock me in his arms. His eyes were closed and he brought his forehead to mine.

Someone whispered, “I love you.”

His wrapped cock pressed into my cunt slowly. We did that simultaneous gasping thing and his cock moved in me. We started slowly, rocking back and forth, my hips rising to meet his. Eventually we were moving in and out in circles and in waves. The whole thing was like a symphony, each movement with its own character and pace.

My knees were pushed back to my chest or slung over his shoulders, my ankles crossed behind him. Our faces were close, chests rising against one another when we came to a quiet spot.

It was late morning and the giant snowflakes had stopped falling. Our bodies were slick, the sounds of our breathing punctuated with my sighs.

I thought, ‘How lucky we are that we can do this, when other people are avoiding eye contact with their bosses and praying for the week to end.’

We were warm, sated, naked and wrapped around each other while outside New Yorkers turned their heads down and their collars up against the wind whipping around the street corners of Manhattan.

He stood in the corner of the coffee house, an old man bearing a striking resemblance to Salvador Dali. He had the wild eyes and crazy moustache and his demeanor was akin to what I have heard and read about Dali. I couldn’t help but smile at him when we walked in from the cold. He was so very interesting.

He smiled and nodded, almost clicking his heels in a semi-salute as he did. Both J and I laughed and Dali joined in, as if we had a secret.

We ordered our drinks and went into the “middle” room, where we had a chance of being alone. The stereo is in there, and also a comfy couch that invites you to sink into it. The bookshelves that adorn the pistachio walls are an eclectic mix of post-modern art and Victorian poetry.

We settled into the couch, him leaning back and stretching his long legs and me snuggling against him to shake off the cold of the night. Of course as I looked around and noticed no one paying close attention to us, my hand wandered. I spent the better part of 2 hours stroking his hard cock through his jeans and coaxing my fingers into the top of his waistband of his jeans, having released the button on his Levis. I could feel the first drops of precum forming at the head. I brought them slowly to my mouth to lick them off.

We were lost in our own little world, just the two of us in the warmth of the small middle room. Occasionally someone would drift by on their way back from the counter. The back room is filled with college students reading, studying or playing chess.

At the first sign of a growl from J when I kissed him and leaned my body into his hard crotch, I decided it was time to go.

As we stood up to leave, I caught Dali’s reflection through the window, where he stood in the other room. He had obviously been watching our covert erotic prelude with great interest.

Turning to him, I smiled. He bowed and clapped his hands together, and J and I glanced at each other. At first slightly taken aback, then realization moved in and we turned and bowed back at him.

“Simply beautiful” was all he said.

Our appreciative audience of one.

I know you are a bit frightened. But we discussed many times how I would play. Still I can see in your misty yet lustful eyes that you were a bit unprepared for the lack of smalltalk that took place prior to me pushing you on the bed and cuffing you moments after you entered my hotel room. Yes, you begged me not to gag you. But you begged me many times to not gag you when we played this same game online. You dressed just like I told you....short skirt....button down blouse. I sincerely hope that the bag you brought with you contains some extra clothes as I recommended. I've fantasized often of this. Tying your legs down and slowly shedding your clothes from you. Those panties....I told you to wear what you felt flatter you the best. You are breathtaking. Your panties are soaked....but you know I will tease you quite a bit longer.

I look into your eyes. You are moaning into your gag. I speak out loud, "I am going to do unspeakable things to you". I smile. By "unspeakable" I mean that she will never tell her rich husband of this evening with a stranger.

She cums yet again. Her wrists yank at the cuffs as her body spasms. I speak to her as I caress her intimately. "Perhaps I should take you with me....keep you my captive forever". She's so sexy squirming on the bed. Her pleads still muffled by a perfectly placed knotted scarf. Though tempting, I am, of course just still playing. I am pretty sure she knows I am jesting also, though I am rapidly growing hard again watching her wiggle and squirm on the bed as if my threat of her "abduction" is real. Yes...just one more time.

ME: Do do do do WHOA!

HALF-NAKED COUPLE IN MY OFFICE: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

ME: What?

HALF-NAKED FEMALE: DON'T YOU KNOCK? (putting shirt back on)

ME: Before I come into my office?

HALF-NAKED MALE: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE! (buttoning pants)

ME: (starting to enjoy this) I have a student coming in two minutes. Finish up.

HALF-NAKED, BLUE-BALLED MALE: GO ALREADY!

ME: (closes door, waits one minute, knocks) Are you decent?

HALF-NAKED MALE: GO THE FUCK AWAY! THIS IS PRIVATE! WE'RE BUSY!

ME: (holding the door half-open) I'm coming in.

HALF-NAKED MALE: STOP HARASSING US YOU PERVERT OR I'LL REPORT YOU!

ME: (still holding door) You'll report me for your having sex in my office?

HALF-NAKED MALE: GO THE FUCK AWAY!

ME: (still holding door) That's it. Put your clothes back on. You can't have sex in my office.

HALF-NAKED MALE: DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE COME IN HERE!

(my student walks up)

MY STUDENT: What's going on?

ME: (still holding door) Some people are trying to have sex in my office. I keep interrupting them.

MY STUDENT: Are they really having sex in there?

HALF-NAKED MALE: THIS IS SEXUAL HARASSMENT!

ME: (props open door with rubber stop) They're trying.

This continues for a couple more minutes. He shouts profanity, she starts crying, &c. About two minutes later the couple emerges and I get some nasty looks. Who am I to stop them from having sex in my office?

And so one evening, I went to see “D” I’ve been seeing him for a while now, mostly hanging out, talking, seeing if we have anything in common, testing out the chemistry. We met at a company function and immediately hit it off. He has gray piercing eyes that wouldn’t leave me alone. And I wasn’t afraid of them.

I was not looking for a fast lay and neither was he, so it was easy being with each other. We’ve spent several evenings kissing, touching, and playing with each other. He sucked my toes, kissed the back of my knees, nibbled on my inner thighs, kissed my ass, ran his tongue along the lining of my underwear, just enough to tease my spot, promising violation without violating me.

And I’ve fallen to my knees and kissed his engorged cock through the coarse fabric of his jeans. I loved the hardness against my cheek. I love his moans. I love the need to rip through his pants and feed the hardness. But for weeks we just played and teased. I discovered places on his body that drives him mad without removing a single piece of clothing. It was painful longing. Insane need. And it was fun.

I knew that I wanted to fuck him....

Bending down over the cushions, I can feel the wetness between my thighs.

He walks around me, instructing me, positioning me just the way he wants.

“Spread your legs…further…yes, just like that. Pull your knees up. Arch your back. Put your hands behind your back.”

When I am displayed just the way he wants, he pulls the rope from my shoulders and begins to wind it around my ankle. Pulling one of my hands from behind my back, he secures my wrist to my ankle. I tremble anew as I begin to realize what he has in store for me.

He has secured my other wrist to my other ankle now, and stands back to survey his handiwork. I feel so vulnerable, so completely on display. “So pretty,” he tells me. “So wet…”

He steps away from me again, over to the bed where he gets a pillow and brings it back. He gently lifts my head, and puts the pillow under it.

I thank him, my voice tremulous, breathy.

“You’ll need it,” he responds, “to muffle the screams.”

"You can't tell me what to do. This isn't the bedroom," she says over her shoulder as she stomped upstairs.

Quickly, he was behind her before the rounded the corner. His body pressed hers to the wall, her wrists above her head, captured in his hand.

"Oh, but I can," he murmurs menacingly and reached around with his free hand, unzipping her jeans and sliding inside.

He slides his middle finger up into her cunt and with devastating effectiveness, he pulls out and circles it around her clit until she's whimpering.

Roughly, her jeans are yanked down and one leg pulled free. She bends quickly, obligingly and spreads her feet. He doesn't tease. He presses deep into her pussy and begins to fuck her hard and fast while gripping her hair in his fist.

She begs him for more, pressing back against him to get him even deeper. "please, damnit, please, more!"

"On your knees," he growls and pulls out.

She eagerly obeys and takes him into her mouth as he takes over. Fucking into her lips.

But he still doesn't get to tell her what to do.