Finding A Cougar Part 2: The Heat Goes On

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Exquisitely Written by Angel and Jake.  (See Part 1, Click Here)

Please, please don't stop

Please, please don’t stop

“Have you always been drawn to older?” She asked looking at me intently.  She had luminous eyes with an unmistakable sadness that made me want to wrap my arms around her.  For all the boldness of our sexting before this meeting, there was a sweetness about her doubt and caution.

We both knew she had asked me that before.  Patiently I answered the question again.  “Yes,” I grinned, “I enjoy the company of older women, always have.”

I reached over and held one of her hands. Even though I knew her husband had left her I noticed that she still wore her wedding ring. I couldn’t blame her though, she had told me how much she loved him and how hard it was to justify his cheating. As we talked I knew she was still vetting me, sensing my motives.  How I wish I could convince her I would never hurt her.

It took all my energy not to ravish her right there

With it being Friday night, the wait for our food took longer than normal, which was both a gift and a curse. Sure it gave us time to lighten the mood with some wine and getting to know each other, but on the other hand I was wishing I could just make love to her right there. It took all my energy not to ravish her right there, but I knew she deserved better than that. She had been waiting quite some time to be romanced and I wanted to make it special for her.

I met her gaze and lifted her hand to my lips.  “You can trust me.” I whispered. “Let’s just continue our text fantasy.  Let’s just slip that ring off your finger for a couple of hours.  Come be my girl.”

She smiled back at me and biting her lower lip said, “I do like you.” and broke into an impish grin.  “You are adorable and I feel so great when I am with you.”  Slowly she twisted the ring off her finger and dropped it into her purse.  She offered me her empty wine glass and I refilled it and ordered another bottle.

While the waiter was writing down the order, there was a jolt to my system and I quickly rushed back to earth. I felt one of Angel’s high heels brush up against my leg. Delighted that she had remembered how fond I was of a woman in high heels. I looked back at her and could feel the blood rush to my cheeks, as well as somewhere else.

There was a confident and sexy look on Angel’s face as she raised her wine glass to her lips, taking a long sip.  She laughed a little as I took a couple deep breaths. I could tell she was fully aware of what she was doing to me, and I knew it had to make her feel great after years of heartbreak and loneliness.

I knew we would be great together.  I had known since the beginning. It was so easy for her to trust me in the chat room and she was uninhibited in our cyber chats.  Even though it was a little frustrating that she was cautious when we first got here, I could tell she was warming up to me.

When she put the glass down I could see some of her lipstick still left on the glass. All I could think of was where that mouth might be in a couple of hours.  My heart sped up and my voice caught in my throat.  Oh Jesus, keep me calm.  I tried best I could to slow my breathing down.

She was giving me all the signs I needed to see

By the time dessert came we both were tipsy from the wine, and she was giving me all the signs I needed to see.  She was touching my arm, biting her lip, playing with her hair and flirting with naughty little innuendos.   The tipping point was when she scooped up some whipped cream with her freshly manicured fingernail from the piece of cake we were sharing and held it to my lips. I eagerly licked it off, looking at her as her eyes closed for a second in pleasure.

Thankfully our check came soon after that, and quickly we paid and got up to leave. I couldn’t help by follow closely behind her, watching her beautiful body move as she swayed in her heels.

Our hotel was within walking distance of the restaurant, which was fortunate for us since neither of us was in condition to drive.  She was happy and giggling as we walked arm in arm.  I pulled her into an alcove and planted baby kisses on her nose, forehead and then right behind her ear.  She tipped her head back and with eyes closed and lips parting, I finally got what I had wanted since the moment I walked up to her.

I barely touched her lips at first.  She was hungry for my touch and I knew it.  She pressed herself against me and willingly met my tongue with hers.  We both grabbed each other as if out lives depended on it.  The urgency of our need for each other demanded satisfaction.

It’s almost as if  the night knew something special was in the air, as it was a full moon with not a cloud in the sky. It was almost like we were high school kids the way we flirted on the way to our hotel.  “You are like a fountain of youth!” She laughed. “I haven’t felt like this since…..” She was reading my mind.  I put my finger against her lips.  “Shhhh…..” I said.

I stopped her and pulled her close to me and leaned down to kiss her. Our bodies pressed tight together as our lips locked. Our tongues felt like they were intertwined as we french kissed. The kiss seemingly lasted for hours but in reality was only 30 seconds or so. As we broke the kiss and I looked into her eyes and I could see her resistance had melted away. We started to walk a little more pace to our hotel, which we could see in the distance.

My heart was in my throat as I followed her

Only one last obstacle was left, and for once the process of checking in to our hotel seemed to go quicker than normal. We boarded the elevator and she nestled her head on my shoulder as I ran my hands through her beautiful hair. Finally we were to our floor and we looked at each other and smiled.

We held hands as we walked towards our room, our breathing getting deeper. I fumbled with the key card nervously but finally got it to work and there was a loud “CLICK” as the door opened. I held the door open for her as she sauntered into the room. Glancing back it me, she let her coat fall to the ground as she stepped inside.

My heart was in my throat as I followed her and let the door close behind us.  Finally I had her alone.  I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her up gently.  I walked across the room kissing her at the same time.  Slow down, I pleaded with myself.  Slow down.  Forcing a deep breath into my lungs, I let her feet land on the floor.

I wanted to throw her on the bed and have her.  But I wanted to make sure that she was ready.  She grabbed my tie and pulled me toward the bed.  “What the hell,” she said.  “What the hell.”

I wasn’t about to argue.  She pulled me down on top of her and held me close.  She closed her eyes and opened her mouth.  I didn’t hesitate.  I wanted her.

I stroked her body through her skirt and blouse, feeling her curves under my hands.  I was rock hard with desire and aching for her yet I held back and teased her with kisses and strokes.

I held her for what felt like an hour

Moans and whimpers were all I heard as I slowly unbuttoned her blouse.  She did not resist.  She was wearing a red lace bra that hugged her breasts and begged to be unhooked.  I reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp. She slipped her blouse off her shoulders.  “Please, please….” she gasped.

I reached her nipple with mouth and she shivered violently in my grasp.  Shocked I realized she was having an orgasm just from my kisses, nibbles and squeezes.  I sucked and rolled her nipple between my teeth.  She writhed and squirmed in heavenly delight.

I turned her so I could press my leg in between her legs.  She opened her legs, best she could in her skirt and I leaned in.  I was aching but moved by her response to me.  She was panting and laughing and I think crying at the same time.  “Don’t move.” She commanded.  “Yes, yes, yes…..”

I held her for what felt like an hour.  Wave after wave crashed over her and she clung to me.  Breathing faster and faster I felt myself start to release.  We lay there holding each other panting, cumming, Fuck.  Exhausted we finally coasted in for a landing.  Fuck.

And I had her all to myself for the whole weekend.

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Cougar Erotica: Sexy Snowy Boston Fantasy

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Read Part 1 Here: Sexy Snowy Spring Day In Boston

There was so much I wanted to know. Was he dating anyone? How old was he? Was I the oldest woman he has been with? But all the questions muddled together in a wave of desire when I felt his hands running up the side of my body. His fingers just barely stroking my jeans and long sleeve tee.

“Please don’t stop, I….”

My back arched itself pressing my body toward his. My body was responding to him as if it had a life of its own. “Please don’t stop, I….” my words smothered by his smouldering kisses. I tipped my head back and followed his lead. My tongue tangled with his, each of us reaching, probing, tasting.

“Roll over,” he said smoothing the fleece next to him. I responded instantly. He had complete control of the moment and I was bewitched by him. “That’s my girl,” he said in a low whisper. The next thing I felt was him straddling my thighs and his hands squeezing my shoulders. His body weight held me in place.

“I don’t suppose you would like a little massage now would you?” He teased. “Mmmmmm…” was all I could manage. He smoothed my tee shirt working his way down my back with soft strokes. Goosebumps hit me in waves. Feeling his hands on my body through the pima cotton of my shirt made me squirm with delight.

I inhaled deeply, if he only knew.

He returned to my upper back and put his thumbs at the base of my head. Slowly he kneaded the tight sore muscles across my back and shoulders. “Ouch!” I said involuntarily. “You ok?” He asked stopping in place. “Oh yeah,” I giggled, “Hurts so good.” “OK, let me work it out.” He said leaning his thumbs into the knot.

“Tough day?” He whispered as he worked his strong fingers up and down the muscles on either side of my spine. I inhaled deeply, if he only knew. Instead I purred, “Better now!” Thanks to the wine and his intuitive touch, my body was melting like butter on a hot steaming buttermilk biscuit.

As if reading my mind, he began to stroke my sides, fingers just skimming the sides of my breasts again. I couldn’t control the shivers that told him all he needed to know. He slid to the side and gently kneaded down the back of each thigh. My hips began to move and I moved my legs apart to get more comfortable.

He responded with nips and bites.

He started with my right leg and began squeezing just above my knee…both hands wrapped around my leg. Slowly he moved his hands up my thigh until his hands squeezed right at the crease of my bum, his fingers brushing tantalizingly close to my lady bits.

I couldn’t help the small moans and cries that were bubbling up out of me. He was making me feel better than I knew I could feel. I felt an orgasm coming. I was so hungry for release that my body began to buck under his touch.

Sensing my need, Steve rolled me over and pulled me close. He began to kiss me, my lips swollen with desire opened and pulled his tongue into my mouth. He responded with nips and bites. I squealed with delight. He laughed and kissed me harder. I couldn’t get enough.

I could barely breathe.

He ran his hand down the center of my body, between my breasts and slowly approached my legs. I lifted my hips to meet him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his hand on me. I reached to push his hand to my now damp panties. He said, “Not yet, not yet,” taking my hand and wrapping my arm around his neck.

He then slipped his hand under my shirt and crept up toward my belly. Soon I felt his hand on my naked breast, kneading my nipple with just the right pressure. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I gasped. I could barely breathe.

Deep heaving pants took the place of my words and my orgasm took over. Shivering and convulsing, wave after delicious wave washed over me.

“Baby, Baby” I gasped as he held me tight, leg between my legs and holding my ladybits in a mesmerizing grip of pleasure.

“Take it in baby,” he whispered. “You deserve this.  Take it in.”

My breathing started to slow down and I melted into his arms.  A tear formed on my cheek as he stroked my hair and held me.  “Shhhh, shhhhh,” I heard.

“A real shame that snow storm cancelled my flight,” he laughed slowly, letting me sit up and reach for my wine.

“Yeah,” I grinned back…”Dirty rotten shame. And we have all night.”

To Be Continued – I know, I am such a tease, right?

OK…here is the next chapter:  Morning After Sex

Finding a Cougar: Making a Cyber Sex Connection With A Willing Older Woman

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His Story

Written by Angel and Jake (my newest writer….love him!):

We had been talking on-line for what seemed to be ages, but in reality was on-and-off for about 6 months. Even though we both lived in the midwest with complicated lives, it was hard to think we’d ever meet in real time. We fantasized about it in our some of our sexiest chats, but our schedules never seemed to match up.

The texts got hotter and hotter

Cyber is Safer

Cyber is Safer

She was in her late 30s with a couple kids, and I was in my senior year of college. I was immediately drawn to her when I first saw her selfie. Even though she was 36, she had a body that 26 year old women would be jealous of.

Our chats were innocent at first, mostly late at night after she had put her kids to bed. Slowly, as we felt each other out, the texts got hotter and hotter. With her work responsibilities, as well as being a single mother, she had no time for dating. More importantly, she told me over and over how she wasn’t ready for a “real” relationship.

I kept reassuring her that we could be great sex buddies without falling for each other. Being a horny college student, I was happy to help her have fun and I didn’t want a relationship either.

Eventually we were exchanging messages everyday, and the desire to get my hands and my mouth on that body was at fever pitch. She had promised that if I was patient, it would happen. We always had great sex during our chats so I was ok to wait…well relatively ok.

Meet me at the half way point

When she finally messaged me to let me know her ex-husband was taking the kids for the weekend, and she had some free time, I told her to pack her suitcase and meet me at the half way point we had planned on. (Click Here: Pick Your Cougar)

We decided to meet at a restaurant around happy hour to ease a little of the pressure. What if she was disappointed in me?

The 60-minute drive to the restaurant seemed to take forever, the Friday afternoon traffic seeming to be even heavier than normal. My thoughts started running to who would get their first? How long would it take one of us to spot the other? How should I greet her? I don’t know if I have ever been more nervous in my life.  Would there be chemistry between us in real time?

A pencil skirt and a pair of high heels

With it being Friday evening, the restaurant had a bit of a wait and the line was spilling outside. While that could’ve put a damper on the evening it actually made it very easy to spot her.  Sitting by herself on a bench by the door, legs crossed at the ankle, she was gorgeous.

As soon as I spotted her, she looked up from her phone and our eyes met. I could feel my smile forming as soon as I saw hers do the same.

She slowly rose from the bench to greet me with beautiful big green eyes that weakened my knees. She stepped toward me and I moved in for a warm embrace. I could tell she had just come from her office job as she was dressed in a pencil skirt and a pair of high heels. It was a nice summer evening and the wind was blowing just hard enough to lightly rustle her short blonde bob.

There’s no hurry, baby

Despite my nervousness heading to the restaurant, she was so easy to be with that I settled down right away. Eventually we were seated at our booth, and as soon as we sat down I reached over and took her hand. I could tell she was a little nervous too and it felt good to reassure her.

I called the waiter over and ordered us a bottle of wine.

“There’s no hurry baby,” I said to her softly. “Let’s take it slow and just get to know each other.”

“Thanks,” she said taking a deep breath. I looked into her green eyes and saw a shy, vulnerable woman. Shocked, as I thought she would be smoking hot for me right away, I wanted to get to know this woman who appeared before me.

The waiter poured our wine and slowly we both relaxed as we got to know each other. Soon we were laughing and the flirty innuendos that were so natural in text began to pop into our conversation.

For Her Story click here:  I Never Intended To Be A Cougar

Click here for part 2…. The Heat Goes On

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[Cougar Erotica] Naughty Chef and Sexy Flight Attendant Turn Up The Heat

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Guess what is for dessert?

In this fabulous collaboration, The Chef and His Angel take a Journey of Sensual Delights in a unique “HIS” and “HERS” format.

This is one of the Date Night Cyber Story Starters I wrote about.  This is excellent for cyber where you can send a copy of this story and ask a lady if she would like to play in this scene with you.

You might also be surprised at how well this can work to get you some more action between the sheets at home.  We women love romance novels and if you play your cards right, you can make us feel like you are creating a romance story just for us!!

By Angel and Chef John Pablo


Heaving a big sigh, Angel tossed her carry-on toward the bed and caught a look of herself in the mirror. “I guess it’s called The Windy City for a reason,” she thought running her fingers through her short blond hair.

She just wanted to see if he smelled as great as he looked.

The divorce had been ugly. Her much older ex had been a mean SOB and she felt beat up, inside and out. Attorneys had taken their toll and she was just getting her feet back on the ground. After a year on the road, or better in the air, as a flight attendant, she was tougher, stronger and happier than she had been in a very long time.

Tonight a dinner date with 4A. She noticed him right away. Tall with a head of wavy brown hair and intense hazel eyes, his smile was contagious. She giggled remembering checking his seatbelt. It didn’t really need checking, she just wanted to see if he smelled as great as he looked.

She knew he was watching her and it had been a long, long time since someone looked at her like that. Don’t get the wrong idea. Plenty of yo-yos had tried to pick her up. Lewd, crude and rude the lot of them. This man had a different energy. She figured him for a writer or musician. He made her shiver.

Turns out he was a high profile professional chef with beautiful hands and very sexy eyes. A little younger, alright a lot younger, she loved how he flirted with her. He made sure to touch her fingers when she served his wine. Leaving the plane he slipped her a note with his address and cell phone number.

Slipping off her pumps and unbuttoning her blouse on the way to turning on the shower, she smiled with a shiver. “Juan Pablo,” she whispered to herself.

“I love red,” he had whispered to her when she leaned over to check his, uh, seatbelt. What a great approach. She couldn’t stop wondering just exactly what he loved that was red. Wine? Dress? He couldn’t possibly know that she was wearing red lace lingerie under her uniform, or could he? Maybe he was psychic, she laughed again. It was exhilarating to feel this alive again.

She felt younger and sexier than she had in forever.

Standing under the steaming streams coming from the four shower heads, she could feel herself starting to respond to the very thought of him. The chemistry was electric. “I’d love to cook for you,” he had said. She couldn’t wait to see him again. Her red dress was on the chair and the bottle of Chilean Malbec was next to her purse.


When she leaned down in front of him to check his seatbelt, he swallowed hard sensing instant warmth below. “Everything ok, Miss Angel?” He asked noticing her name tag and crossing his legs.

“Yes sir,” she smiled back. “Would you like a blanket or pillow?”

“Only if you were wrapped in them,” he thought smiling back at her and meeting her eyes evenly. “No, I’m fine,” he said and opened the flight magazine. He only pretended to be reading as he wondered how long he could hold out, be polite and gentlemanly, and not letting his punk self make a stupid crack. She was older and he could tell she was nervous when he flirted with her.

wineShe had a casual ease about her and her cute blonde bob suggested a tomboy…possibly a midwesterner. He grabbed his note book and scribbled a quick note. More than anything he wanted her on the menu.  He smiled and took a deep breath as he felt himself stiffen in response to the idea. Watching her curves under the form fitting uniform shirt was just about doing him in.

The way she looks, the way she moves, her lips, that body; if only she knew that her age made him even more excited. It was all he could do to not press the assistance button every 5 minutes to summon her to his side. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her. To feel her energy, her passion and run his hands over her curves and edges. Lucky he had an aisle seat as he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

“I want to take care of you, in every way.”

As excited as he was, he had learned a lot in his last relationship and he didn’t want to scare her away. His last lady had taught him and now he knew the power of anticipation. He loved teasing and pleasing a woman and knew she would be very happy. Lost in a daydream of a heavenly dessert, he dozed off with a smile on his face.

As he left the plane, he slipped the note into her hand, “I’d love to cook for you, you are so kind to so many people, you deserve to be treated like the princess you are and I want to take care of you, in every way. Are you busy tonight?”


She was surprised when she arrived at the address he had given her. She had been expecting a quiet dinner in his apartment and the limo was pulling up to one of the best restaurants in town.

Waiting at the hostess stand she surveyed the dining room but did not see him anywhere. When she checked in and gave the maître d’ her name he smiled and said “Please follow me Miss Angel.” He led her through the four-star dining room. Still no sight of him. Her heart was pounding and she was feeling a little nauseous. What was she doing? She smoothed the front of her wrap dress, adjusted her necklace and took a few deep trembling breaths.

Toward the end of the dining room, the maître d’ guided her down an elegantly furnished hallway with a doorway at the end marked private. He knocked once, opened the door and announced, “Chef, your guest has arrived.”

Entering the room she finally saw him, wearing an impeccably white, starched chef coat and looking very serious. He quickly stepped out from behind the mobile cooking suite, wiping his hands on a sparkling white towel. It was obvious he had been hard at work. Prepped and ready to go before her were the most amazing ingredients she had ever laid eyes on. The maître d’ closed the door behind them and her chef greeted her….”I hope you’re hungry Angel. I have a feast ahead you will not soon forget.”

She had never been with a younger man.

Angel met his smokey hazel eyes without a flinch. Acting more confident than she felt, her heart raced as his eyes drifted from her face, down her body and then back up again. The red silk knit wrap dress hugged her curves and it felt good to know he liked what he saw.

He looked impossibly young and she fought the conflict as best she could. She had never been with a younger man and even though it was hard to believe he thought she was hot, there was a part of her that loved that he did.

“I am so glad you came,” he said, kissing her hand. A sappy cliche that she found adorable, especially when he wise cracked next, “You’ll be glad you came later, too.” His eyes were twinkling and he was a bit of a rogue but she found him irresistible.


He reached out to her with a flute of champagne, took her hand and led her to a well appointed table complete with fresh flowers and a hand written menu with the header “Dinner with an Angel”….and then retreated quickly to the kitchen as his vision in red reviewed the menu.

Returning moments later with a plate of perfectly roasted East Coast Oysters, swimming in a warm, herb infused butter…warmed through and slightly crispy on the top. He set the dish in the center of the table and proceeded to top the first oyster with fresh osetra caviar before serving her….

He glanced up in her direction and saw sparkling green eyes watching him intently. God she was gorgeous. The smile wrinkles around her eyes and her still sexy dimples lit a fire in him. Ever since high school when he messed around with his mom’s best friend at that bridal shower for his sister. He loved an older woman.

He moved even more slowly in the portable kitchen he had arranged, knowing she was watching his every move. “Can I refresh your wine?” he asked in a low voice.


“Absolutely,” she said glad for the chance to be close to him. He smelled so good. Whatever that cologne was, it should be illegal. A strong steady warmth was spreading through her lower body. It had been years since she melted like that for a man.

He started to move away and she reached up and caught his arm. Hungry for him and not hungry for dinner, she pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear, “Do we have to eat right now?”


Now it is your turn.  You can add the next course in the comments below. You can share the story with a lover online to create a hot text date.  You could also share it with your partner in real time and go from there….

Tales of a Cyber Sex Virgin or How I Became an Accidental Cougar

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Baby, I love tasting you....

Baby, I love tasting you….


It was one year ago right now when I found myself single, in my sixties with a younger man devoted to my pleasure.

I never expected to be by myself, a happy single with a fantastic sex life.  And Cyber Sex?  Are you kidding???  This good little former Catholic girl? LOL

And, when I say devoted, I mean this younger lover is devoted.  Once he turned on the sexy dormant place in me that had forgotten how great sex can be, I was ignited for sure.  That is when I started writing erotica and when I started to attract the attention of literally hundreds of men.

It has been a wild ride this year and I want to thank you for your love and encouragement as I continue to meet fabulous writers and share the winning formula with you:

A Little Guy Lust + A Little Lady Lust = Delicious.

So to celebrate with you, here is the very first entry from this Accidental Cougar, enjoy!

What’s a little harmless cuddling between consenting cuddlers?


PS  The “unavailable man” in this story became a pure sex buddy to me and over the last year we meet every few weeks for mutual pleasure and lots of fun.  He is my muse.

PPSS  Ever wonder how to attract a great sex buddy yourself?  Click here for more info:  Talk to Angel

Cougar Erotica: High School Fantasy Comes True

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Miss Callahan In My Dreams

Miss Callahan In My Dreams

By Angel and Justin K.

The invite for the high school reunion laid on the desk.  I was a nerdy geek back then and wasn’t so interested in going back to those lonely memories.

I couldn’t bring myself to throw it out even though I had zip zero interest in watching all the cool kids all grown up.

I only had one high school experience worth talking about and it has stuck with me for the last 20 years.  One stolen kiss.  One hot moment that I have never forgotten.  Miss Callahan.

She was the thirty something English teacher and all the boys drooled over her.  Long blonde hair and killer blue eyes, there was always a group of kids in her room after school.  She directed the high school plays and I know I wasn’t the only guy who fantasized about being alone with Miss Callahan.

That first kiss was stunning

“I wonder if she will be at the reunion,”  I found myself thinking more than once.

Standing in the kitchen with my steaming mug of coffee, I turned the envelope over and over in my hands and closed my eyes.  I had joined the crew so I could hang around the cool kids and Miss Callahan.  My task was to paint the backdrop for the school musical.  Somehow that night, everyone else was gone and in she walked.  Skinny white jeans and bright pink tee shirt covered with a painters smock.  Her hair piled on top of her head in a messy ponytail.  I love ponytails.

“Nice job!”  She said, startling me. “Didn’t mean to spook you,”  she laughed.

“Uh, that’s ok,” I said, struggling to sound cool in my lower register.  She was so beautiful and I was shocked into instant stiffness.  A painful ache registered all over my body.  I rearranged my painters apron to cover the evidence, laid my paint roller down and tried to act normal.

“We can finish that tomorrow,”  she said, “Let’s wrap up for tonight.”

Ha, if she only knew how much I would like to wrap HER up.  Fat chance.

I cleaned up the paint roller and put away the ladder.  She locked the classroom and then returned to the gym.  We walked out together.  It was awkwardly quiet.  I was throbbing and felt a wave of courage rise up and demand action.

“Miss Callahan?”

“Yes,” she answered turning to me and looking up into my eyes.

I reached down and traced my index finger along her hairline and down around her ear, tucking a loose strand of golden hair in place.  She did not resist.  Her lips parted slightly and she moved closer. That first kiss was stunning.  As a highschooler, I was completely clumsy and clueless but bless that woman’s heart,  she kissed me back and we spent a very short time tasting and tempting each other.  My tongue felt so good in her mouth, I wanted more and held her tight.

“You are adorable but this can’t happen again”

I was hungry for a relationship and would have given anything for her to be the one.  Reality hit quickly.  She pulled away, blushing furiously and apologizing.  “I am so sorry.  You are adorable but this can’t happen again.”  She put her hand on my shoulder and we hugged.  After that, I wanted to be together all the time, an agonizing urgent need.  She was true to her word though and nothing happened again.

“I wonder if faculty come to these reunions,”  I found myself thinking as a familiar ache stirred me below.  I tore open the envelope and scanned the letter.  The usual routine, dates, times, event schedule, fees but what was this?  A Facebook Page set up for the event?  I chuckled to myself as I opened my laptop and signed on to my account.

A quick search brought up the event. 450 invited and already 200 or so had sent in a response.  I scanned down the page seeing people I hadn’t seen for years.  Ha!  I dropped a few comments and razzed a couple of old buddies.

Then I spotted a face that stopped my breath.  It was her.  Miss Callahan, looking me right in the eye with a selfie that looked like no time had passed.  Silky blonde hair, dimpled chin and deep blue eyes.  I looked at the name.  Cassie Bronson.  My heart dropped.  She was married.  I clicked on her link and scrolled through the pictures and posts.

My eyes froze on the most recent post. “See you all at the reunion in August.”

I had to see her again.

My heart sped up and my breath rose in my throat.  My pants tightened as the memory of that kiss flooded my mind.  The reunion took on a whole new meaning.  I had to see her again.  I was a year out of my last relationship and available.

I looked back at the Facebook page, clicked that I would attend and added a message to the stream.  “Looking forward to seeing everyone, especially you, Anderson,” a jab at my old locker mate.  I made my flight and hotel arrangements that night.  Then I headed over to to find a little fun.

The morning of the flight I woke up after a restless sleep without the alarm.  All I could think of was seeing her, Cassie.  I had been fantasizing about this moment since I saw her on Facebook.  I went through the motions at the airport and got myself comfortable for the short flight.  I was in my hotel room before dark.

I changed into jeans and a white t-shirt, spritzed with cologne and walked down to the bar for a drink.  I saw her right away.  Sitting with her back to me in a red knit dress, legs crossed and feet in black patent leather pumps.  Immediately my body responded and my breath caught in my throat. God help me.

I took a deep breath and walked over.  “Can I buy you a drink?” I said.  She turned around and gave me a huge smile.  Had there been any fear that she wouldn’t remember me, it was gone in an instant.  I took her hand and kissed it.  “Miss Callahan, Cassie, how the hell are you?”

She blushed and put her hand on my arm.  “I am good.  It is great to see you again.  You look great.”

I wanted her and I didn’t care who knew

“You too,” I said looking her up and down. I pulled her to her feet and hugged her.  My blood rushed down and quickened me.  I didn’t bother to hide myself.  I wanted her and I didn’t care who knew.  She responded, leaning into me. The first kiss was stunning, as hot as highschool, we were both hungry for each other.

I kissed her lightly on the lips and then pressed in as she opened her mouth and relaxed.  We kissed as long as it was possible given that we were in public. My hands ran along her body and feeling her curves sent a lightning bolt running through me.

My thumb barely stroked the edge of her breast through the red silky material of her dress. Allowing me access was a gift to me, a sign that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.   A quick drink for each of us and I tossed a couple of bills on the bar, took her hand and led her toward the lobby.  “Where….?” she started to say until I leaned my index finger on her lips and said “Shhh”.

We stood together holding hands and waited for the elevator to open.  My heart was pounding with excitement.  I couldn’t wait to get my hands, my mouth all over her.  I licked my lips with a dry tongue and pulled her in for a kiss.  More passion this time, exploring each other with open mouth kisses, her body quivered as my fingers traced the plunging neckline of her dress.

My hand slid closer to her breasts as she massaging my chest through my shirt.  The elevator opened and we stepped in. I looked down and met her Caribbean blue eyes. Her hand skimmed down my belly and over my zipper.  She bit her lip when she discovered my hardness under her touch.  I took her hand and kissed it, never breaking eye contact with her.

I  tried to control my excitement, I mean this was Miss Callahan. I put her hand on my shoulder and began to dance with her to the beat of the jazzy elevator music.  “Classy,” she laughed. “Nothing but the best for you,” I laughed back.  Dancing together, we pressed into each other like hungry kids.  My leg between hers, her arms lifted around my neck, leaving her breasts against my chest.

The elevator chimed announcing our arrival on my floor.  I took her hand and led her down the hall to my suite.  I slid the key card through the slot and swung the door open.  Grasping wildly at each other,  buttons were located and unfastened exposing cotton and silk of briefs and panties.  She moaned as my fingers stroked her lady bits through the damp silk of her panties.  I am careful not to touch her skin.  Not yet.

She reached to stroke me, straining against the cotton of my boxers, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her arm around my neck, lifting her so I could carry her to the bed.  She nestled into the nook between my shoulder and neck trailing feathery kisses and sending chills up my spine.  She ran her red lacquered nails in small circles between my shoulder blades under my shirt.

I laid her on the bed and responded as she reached up toward me.  “I have always dreamed of this,” she whispered hoarsely.  “I never forgot you.”

My throat when dry and I was speechless.  SHE thought of ME?  The need I had been holding for so long began to drive me.  I wound my fingers through her hair and pulled so I could kiss her throat.  Moaning with desire, I could feel the vibration of her moans against my lips.

She shivered under my touch

Stroking down her side with one hand while I nibbled and kissed my way down the center point of her body.  She shivered under my touch.  “Yes,” she cried softly, “yes, yes, yes…….”  Soft whimpers took the place of the moans when I reached the top of her mound. She deftly lifted her hips to match my moves and maintain constant pressure on her favorite spot .

My mouth finally found her delicious folds.  Her legs were now relaxed and open, an invitation I had waited forever to enjoy.  “Yes, please….” she begged as I tasted and enjoyed her beautiful body.

She reached for me once again, fumbling with the fly on my boxers.  “No you don’t, baby.”  I whispered as I crawled up next to her to kiss her mouth again.  My hand trailed down her body once again until I reached her still throbbing lady bits.  “Are you trying to kill me.”  she panted.  I laughed softly kissing her into silence again.  Assured by her reactions that she was pleased I rested my hand on her lower belly, fingers just cradling her pubic bone.

I held her there like that for a long long time until her breath finally settled and I knew she was asleep.  Miss Callahan.  Asleep in MY arms.  Crying out MY name. A broad smile crossed my face as I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face in her hair.  God she smelled good.

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Cougar Erotica: Mile High Sexcapades

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Exquisitely written by Top Jock Eddie R. and Angel

Click Here to Read What Happened Before They Boarded the Plane

The plane had been in the air for 30 minutes or so.  “Time for the mile high club,” you had whispered in my ear.  “I’m all yours,” I whispered back.  You had crawled under the blanket and were hunkered down between my legs.  “Fuck.”  I said as you continued to tease me mercilessly.

I try to maintain some control.

I grip the arm rest and take my other hand and reach down and find the back of your neck and push your head down slightly. You push my hand back up gently to let me know you have full control of this.

I hear you whisper. “Let me do everything”. Sweeter words have never been said to a man. I let you take control and I settle into the back of my seat. I push the button to recline.

“She is incredible” I think to myself again. I can barely see your head move but you are moving my cock in and out the full length. Your hands are on my thighs massaging me rubbing me. I have given into you completely.

My mind wanders into thoughts I can not explain. Erotic and sensual, colour, sounds. I’m sure it hasn’t been long but it feels like it has been an hour. I’m not even sure if we took off yet. I actually don’t care. I whisper “Im going to lose it, slow down.” Another giggle.”No”.

You tease me into rock hardness.

You stop just long enough for me to catch my breath. I can feel your lips pulling each ball into your warm mouth. Your hand continues stroke me, barely skimming the skin as you tease me into rock hardness.

I whisper, “I want to take you here, under this blanket” a moan was all I could hear from you then followed by a breathy and incredibly sensuous “Soon, baby, soon.” The palm of your hand strokes my length, up and down. God I was close, so close.

I must have expressed it a little louder than I thought. You stopped all of the sudden. More moaning came from between my legs “I’m touching myself under here. I want you to imagine my hand between my legs slowly circling fingers dipping inside.”

“I’m thinking about your tongue licking me making me wet. Your mouth between my legs taking away my control.” Your words had the same grip on me as your mouth.

My jaw clenched, you kissed my thigh.  I could tell you were doing what you said you were doing. Your soft hair head drifted on to my leg as you rested your head there and I could feel the motion of your hand as you pleasured yourself. You kissed and licked my thigh.

Take me how you want….

After a long sweet and silent rest, you slid up on to the seat next to me. I heard your breathe the word “Now” in my ear staying under the blanket. You looked into my eyes and I could see I needed to finish what you started for both of us.

You turned your back to me and I could see your skirt was up high and your panties were still on. Your goddess like ass was towards me and I pulled the blankets up over both of us to make sure nothing was revealed.

You pushed your perfect ass against me wanting me to spoon you. I could feel you move your legs slightly apart inviting me into you.

“Take me how you want.” More perfect words. I was painfully hard but what magnificent pain. It was easy to enter you, so wet and ready for me. I pulled your hips to me, from afar it just looked like we were just snuggling but if you were within five feet it would have been obvious.

I didn’t care anymore. The urgency of my lust was not going to let me stop. I thrust in you hard I could feel you grip my leg. Your nails sunk into my skin you drew a quick deep breath. I loved it. I grabbed your hips on both sides and pushed in and out in a slow motion primitive dance.

Your body started to shudder.

Your mouth opened and little words came out I couldn’t understand but I could tell you just started to feel your release. You gripped me tighter. “That’s it baby, more please” was what I heard.

I did as you asked I wrapped my arm around your waist and held you tighter. My first thought was I was afraid to hurt you but I surrendered to your pleasure, the lust.. the overwhelming desire you gave me fueled me. I clenched my teeth. “goddamn it” I whispered in your ear.

“I want more..uhhh…more” Your body started to shudder. I could tell your orgasm was in full throttle.  You pressed yourself closer to me angling so I could reach deeper.

It triggered me too. I let go and exploded inside you and pushed into you in ecstacy. My hands moved up your body finding your breasts covered in perspiration still in your red lace bra.

My mouth found your ear and a bit it lightly trying not to hurt. We both shuddered further for another minute. You craned your head towards me and kissed me deep and long. I didn’t want to pull out. I kept slowly thrusting myself in you working our climax down.

We stayed like that for another couple of minutes and we finally “spruced” ourselves up. No one noticed eyes were closed asleep but what had just happened should have woke the plane.

You smiled and said to me “I hope I put your tray into an upright position.”

“So adorable,” I said as you snuggled under my arm and kissed the side of my neck. “And naughty….”

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Cougar Erotica – Seduction At The Beach House

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I love how I feel when I am with you!

I love how I feel when I am with you!

By Angel and Tyrstero

You sit alone on the dune at sunset with your knees tucked under your chin. A long baby blue cashmere sweater blankets your bare legs.

I stand and watch for a while as you try to warm your toes with your fingers as the evening wind rises, blowing your wild, free hair from your eyes. You take a deep breath of crisp sea air into your lungs. You look beautiful sitting there, fading light glimmering on freckled skin.

I approach and kneeling behind you, wrap my strong arms around your shoulders. You lean into me and I kiss your neck gently. “Feeling better?” I whisper as I nibble on your earlobe. I could feel the edginess brought on by the corporate ass kissing you endure every day melt away under my touch.

I Feel Myself Stiffen

I pour the last of the Cabernet into your glass as you recline back against me. “Yes,” you reply with a deep sigh. We sit in silence watching the sun disappear into the sea, the only sounds surrounding us are wind, waves and an occasional gull call. Even though I feel myself stiffen with the weight of your body against me, I shift position knowing that you need time to decompress.

I wrap my arms around you as you shiver in the chill of the evening. I hold you a bit tighter, kissing the top of your head. “Ready to go in?” I ask. Rising to my feet, I reach for your hand. Kissing your beautifully manicured fingers, I help you to your feet and gather the blanket, wine glasses and bottle. Walking down the sandy trail to our bungalow, you tuck your arm in mine and slide your hand in my jacket pocket.

I Know It Took You A Long Time To Believe Me

We reach the weathered staircase leading away from the beach. You are a few steps in front of me and I am mesmerized by the motion of your lovely bum as you climb the wooden steps to the door. My eyes drift down over the graceful bend of your sun-kissed legs. I know it took you a long time to believe me when I told you that being with you was hot for me. “You could have your choice of women your age,” you told me more than once.

Watching you climb the wooden steps I catch the hot pink curve of your swimsuit under your sweater. “No Baby,” you whisper again, “I may have younger women in my world, but you are the woman I want.” As you take the last steps into the house, I focus on the shapely arc of your inner thighs. Yes, you are all I want.

Tossing the blanket on the table, I turn to you and pull you close. Your tousled hair always turns me on and now, with a touch of wind burn on your cheeks, I am struck silent with appreciation.

“How about a massage?” I said softly, “Maybe I can stroke some of that corporate bullshit out of your system for the weekend.”

I Feel You Relax Into Me

“Yes, yes,” you smiled up at me, “That would be fabulous.” You reach up on tip toes with your adorable face lifted, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. I answer back with a gentle but passionate kiss. I feel you relax into me and tighten my hold around your waist. “You are in for a treat, Angel. You deserve to be ravished and satisfied to the tips of your toes.” A muffled giggle is your response. God how I love that giggle.

Once inside you call back to me, “I’m going to take a shower.”

I turn from lighting the fire and my eyes follow you into the bedroom. Watching you pull the sweater over your head, I can’t help but harden as an ache of desire runs through me.

“I am so sandy,” you say. “The water will feel good.” You turn toward the bathroom, but I stop you by the bed. “Do you need someone to scrub your back?” I ask running my hand along the curve of your torso.

You stop and turn to me with a mischievous smile. “Oh, I think I can manage,” you wink, “but you can open us a fresh bottle of that red I love.”

We Have All Night

I go outside on the deck grateful for the blast of chilly air. Breathing deeply with my eyes closed, I relax and remind myself that we have all night. A part of me wants to be in that shower with you. Slipping my soapy hands over your curves. Shit I want you. But I know that you love slow, plus, now so do I.

I return to our room, stoke the fire and open the wine. A knock at the door announce the arrival of the chocolate covered strawberries, your favorite formaggio italiano, Bitto, and the rosemary water crackers you get from the specialty bakery.

I hear the bathroom door open and when I turn I try to breathe normally as my eyes sweep up and down drinking in the ivory silk gown. Delicate black embroidery details the edges of the slit running from the floor to the top of your thigh. I swallow hard. “Wow.” I manage to stammer out.

You smile that 1000 watt smile that always melts me. Biting your lip you walk toward me. “You look beautiful, gorgeous Angel.” You look down. It still breaks my heart to see how hard it is for you to receive compliments. I take my finger and lift your chin. “Look at me.” I command with a smirk.

Repeat after me. “I am a beautiful, sexy and desirable woman.” Holding your chin so you can’t look away I wait. “I am a beautiful, sexy and desirable woman,” you smiled up at me.” “Good girl.” I say pulling you in for a kiss. Your skin is moist and supple under my touch, and I get to touch more. I can’t wait.

I Have Been Aching For This

“Do you want a glass of wine before your massage?” I wondered.

“Massage first, please,” you say flashing knowing eyes filled with flirty intention. Thank god, I thought. My desire is near redlining. “I’ll set up the table,” I say as I lead you to the chair by the fireplace.

I put on the new age music you love and smooth the silk sheets on the massage table. I pick you up and hold you tight before I lay you on the table. You hold my hand and then bring it to your warm lips. Kissing my fingers you say, “Thanks in advance, I have been aching for this. I am so glad you are here. I want you right now.” I reach down and kiss your forehead. “Oh don’t worry, baby, you’ll have me.” You take a breath and close your eyes…..

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A Bit of Cougar Erotica and A Word on Sex Buddies

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I Love Having A Sex Buddy

Cub:  “Are you busy?”

Cougar:  “No, just watching a movie.  What’s up?”

Cub:  “Just wondered if you want to come over and pick me up, we could mess around a little…”

Cougar:  “K, I’ll be there in an hour.”

Something melts in me as a silly smitten smile spreads itself over my face.

 Yay.  I started a shower and poured a glass of wine.  Things had heated back up again after cooling down a bit over summer. Once again there was some sweet messing around going on in the backseat of a certain Cougar’s car.

Amazing the leverage one can get in the back seat of a car.  I love dating a younger man.  Especially a younger man with an imagination.  He makes me feel like I am 17 again.  We are no strings attached, physical only sex buddies.  He’s in his 40s, I’m in my 60s.

Tonight was absolutely perfect.  

We drove to a dark parking lot at an area park and climbed into the back seat.  He sat in the passenger rear seat and I snuggled in in front of him with my legs in the drivers side rear seat.

He held me close and I inhaled his scent.  My breath sped up and my body began to respond to his touch. He ran his hands down my sides and over the outside of my sweats, down my outer thighs.  He knows me well and I trust my pleasure in his hands.  Mmmmmm.

I shivered and a little moan escaped my lips.  He slowly swept up my inner thigh lifting his hand as he approached the edge of pleasure and then wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. Breathing faster and thirsty for this squeeze I pressed my body into his.

“I love this, oh god….” my voice faded into giggles.  “I love making you feel like this.”  He said and started to kiss me again.  We hadn’t kissed like this in a very long time.

 Sweet playful kisses, nips and nibbles.  

Meanwhile his hand has found its way up my inner thigh again and this time my legs swing open easily as he strokes me through the soft pima cotton fabric.  The electricity of his touch made me squeal with delight as he pressed just right to trigger wave after wave of pure orgasm.

“Are you ok?”  He’s kidding, right?

Panting and shivering I managed to choke out, “Oh my yes…yes….please, baby.”

He covered my mouth with his and our tongues probed and danced as his hand pressed down between my legs. One more big shiver and I collapsed into his arms.

After I caught my breath I reached down and felt him through his shorts. He was hard in my hands and helped me open his zipper.  I love the feel of hardness  in my hands.  It is exciting for me to have someone to play with.

I know he wants my mouth on him.

 I also know that making him wait makes it better. I pulled up his shirt and laid my head on his belly. He wrapped my hair in his fingers.  “Oh Angel.” He moaned as I blew over his most tender spot.  I licked him long and slow and then I stopped and looked at him, batting my girlie green eyes and letting him know how very much I love messing around with him.

I moved back up and we kissed again.  Enjoying each other, feasting, nibbling, laughing and then I returned to his lap and cupped his boys in my hand.  He is hairless and the velvety texture of the skin against my fingers is delicious.

My hands ache to touch a man.  When I have the chance I take my time with long slow strokes.  My hands tingle with pleasure.

Why do I love this friends with benefits relationship?

1. We have great sex.  It is not making love but it is a sweet love-making that is in many ways best sex I’ve ever had.  Maybe I will call it making kindness.  It is an amazing gift to spend a long time pleasuring someone.  We are on the same wave length sexually and have little else in common.

2.  He’s a Ladies First kind of guy.  While there have been a couple of quickies in our history, when we get together to play, we play.  Sometimes for a few hours. He always makes sure that I am done and done in.  I love that about him.  By time I am in my orgasmic echoes, I can’t wait to kiss, taste and play with him.

3.  I’m a lady who loves pleasing her man.   He is very verbal when I go down on him and I love that. It turns me on when he tells me how hot I make him feel. I love his hands in my hair.  I am uninhibited and free flowing with him and the echoes of our time together feed my writing for days on end.

4.  I love the detachment I am learning.   I love how I feel when I am with him and I love how I feel when I leave him.  I feel like I step into a time machine.  I feel all of 17 years old again. Messing around in the back seat of the car is as much fun as it was once upon a time…no, more fun.  Cuddling, kissing and fondling….  Heck, most of the sex I have with him is fully clothed.  Hey don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it for a few decades.

5.  I don’t live with him.  His life, habits, diet and sleep patterns are his own.  I have my home, my life, my friends and my work that I nurture and enjoy.   I don’t need to disclose my private life, credit score or other personal information.  I also don’t need to run a credit check, meet his family, introduce him to my kids or plan any holidays together.

6.   I choose my life with only me to care about.  My career, my finances, my pet and my home are all my business.  I am in charge of myself.  I also am in charge of my own mood and well being.  There is no checking in, getting permission or being micro-managed.  I get to be Queen of my world.

7.  I am newly divorced and not interested in a long term commitment with anyone right now.  Having a much younger sex buddy is great for my ego.  Orgasms make me feel grounded and calm.  My friend with benefits is not my only resource.  He inspires my solo sex life with the fantasies I write.

8.  I am orgasmic without being in love.  I have learned that orgasm can be separate from romance and emotional connection.  I am doing it.  There is a connection.  We definitely enjoy each other.  It is a lusty erotic ha cha cha but that is where it ends.  Orgasm is more accessible because he is familiar and I trust him.  My sex life is not dependent on him.  Nor is his on me.  When we are together, we are all in.  When we are apart we are apart.  A practice in presence.

9.  I live the calm, grounded life of a well sexed woman.  When a woman is getting enough sex (only she can know) there is an unmistakable impact on her life.   Sex does a body good.  Want to read all of the benefits of orgasm?  Check out this post:  10 Surprising Health Benefits of Orgasm

10.  It is a little bit naughty.  Being raised a good little Catholic girl and spending years wrapped up in religious opinions about sex, I am living out a life I never believed was even possible.  I am redefining my own sex life.  I am having mind blowing orgasms on my time, when I want and with who I want.  I practice safe and cyber solo sex.  I love orgasm and I love how I feel when I have a steady diet.

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So I googled “How To Give An Erotic Massage”……

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By Angel and Isaac

When I googled “How To Give An Erotic Massage.” little did I realize what pleasures were in store…for both of us.  At first I was thinking that it would just be PDF file or maybe a video.  I never imagined I could have an up close and personal lesson like this.  I was mesmerized.  He had started slow and spent a good half hour getting to this point. (See Part 1: I Prefer Older Women)

As I watched Rick, the erotic massage master, touch you my mouth ran dry and my heart pounded. 

I know you were struggling to maintain control by the way your hips were moving as you rearranged yourself to be more accessible to his probing strokes. Rockets of desire ran through me.  I couldn’t help stroke myself in rhythm with Rick stroking you.

I moved my chair closer so I could watch what he was doing that was arousing you so deeply. I licked my lips a few times with a parched tongue. It was harder and harder to watch without having you in my hands and mouth.

I watched as his hands started at the back of your knee and slid up between your thighs, his pinky gently stroking your labia before he slid his hand all the way back down your leg until he reached your ankle. I knew you did not want him to leave your labia. I knew your clitoris was starting to swell and hunger. He switched to the other side after a few minutes, it’s almost more than you can bear. I watched you slide your hand under your body and I knew what you wanted to do.

As if on cue, Rick whispered to you, “Time to turn over, baby.”

Eyes glazed over in desire, you turned over, glanced up to me and mouthed. “Wow.”

I knew you were so turned on that you didn’t care about being naked and exposed anymore. Rick, ever sensitive to his clients needs, placed a lavender scented eye pillow in place and continued his massage.

He slid his hands under your shoulders, and slowly worked the knots and tension you had been holding on to. Then he poured a whisker thin stream of warm oil down your chest, between your breasts, and down over your tummy. The lavender eye pillow was a perfect blindfold and I couldn’t help but wonder what you were experiencing, not knowing when and where the next touch was coming from. My body quivered every time your body got hit with spasm of shivery delight. I swallowed hard. This is so hot.

Your beautiful full nipples were standing hard as you arched your back anticipating his touch, any touch. Finally his oily hands slide down over your breasts. A shock wave of pleasure hit you as you groaned, “Yes, yes…please.”

eroticmassage3As if moving in slow motion, he stroked your body, long smooth strokes starting at your shoulders and slowing as they moved over the outside of each breast, down over your tummy and back up over your breasts again. Your inhibition faded as your hunger intensified and the moans you have been suppressing begin to grow louder.

When he passed over your breasts again, he barely brushed over your straining nipple, just enough to tease. He then rested his hand on your tummy, and walked to your side, and slid his hands down your leg, spreading more oil on your leg. Down to your feet, and back up, over your hips, tummy and right breast, over your shoulder and down your arm. Then back up your arm, over your shoulder and down your chest, tummy, hips and leg.

His movements were slow and deliberate.

The more excited you grew, the slower he went….with torturous stroking so close but never touching clitoris or nipples. Over and again, the strokes in the form of a beautiful figure eight as he pleasured your skin as if it could come on its own. I looked up at his face and saw a look of pure joy. Pleasure, yes, that too, but he was lost in this massage and drawing you to a place I never imagined.

At the end of one rotation he stopped at your foot, and lifted your leg, placing your foot flat on the table, knee bent. He looked at me and beckoned me to the table. He nodded to me and I knew to mimic what I had seen him do. We slid our hands down your thighs in slow rhythmic strokes. Your breath got stuck in your throat the second you realized there were two sets of hands on you. Five quick inhales as you shivered under our touch and let your knees fall away away to our gaze and touch.

Your breathing quickened as you felt our hands sliding up from your ankles to your inner thighs Faster strokes this time, alternating hands with the lightest of touch. As I knew they would, your legs opened wider and your back arched. Rick made eye contact with me once again and indicated I should stroke you as he did. He lifted a finger and I knew I was to watch first. I ached to be touched and was relieved I could grab hold and stroke myself as he gently stroked up your thighs until his thumbs rested on your outer labia.

You bucked your hips pressing into his touch as he simply held you, not moving at all.

With your body moving in a delirious dance of arousal, the pressure he was using as he held you was all you needed. Fuck. I had no idea. He then lifted one hand and nodded that I was to place my hand in the same position. In a quick exchange, I was now holding you as you edged closer to the orgasm we all knew was coming.

Intuitively I pressed my thumbs down and inward toward each other on either side of your clitoris. You choked out a deep moan as I stroked the velvety labia before me. Rick had gone back to work massaging your legs. He lifted your foot to his shoulder and stroked down from your ankle to the top of your thigh.

Then he placed a thumb over your opening, and pressed but did not go inside. As I massaged your labia and clitoris, he simply held pressure there and placed his other hand on your left breast, over your heart and began breathing deeply as if to cue you to do the same.

A nod to me and I knew I was to do the same. I slowed my breath and let my hands simply rest on you. I wish I could tell you how beautiful you were, laying there coming and coming and coming. Your body convulsed and shivers of pure ecstasy rocked you again and again. You moaned, giggled, bit your lip all the signs I knew and loved. Signs that you were completely lost in the pleasure of the moment.

After what seemed nearly an hour, your breathing began to match ours and your shivers slowly subsided. Rick got a heated blanket from beside the massage table and he and I laid it on you as you turned to your side panting. He turned to me and hands in namaste, he nodded once again and left the room. I returned to the side of the massage table, leaned down and kissed you.

You jumped and the lavender eye pillow fell away. Your eyes were shining bright and the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen lit up your face. “Fuck” you said. “Get your ass up on this table.:

To be continued….(maybe you would like to send me what YOU would like to have happen next. Email me at  I am always looking for fresh talent!)

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Naughty, Nice and Not in Kansas Anymore

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Rear view of woman walking towards pilot and stewardesses agains

The text alert chimed in my purse.

“Pack your bags”

I hadn’t heard from him for 23 days….but who’s counting.

His job has him on the road most of the time and I’m running a company of my own so our arrangement works out just right for both of us.

“What are you thinking, I can’t just pick up and go.” I texted back.

He is my guilty pleasure and I drop everything when he is in town. He is the most skilled lover I have had and I can’t wait to be nibbled, fondled and cuddled right into heaven. And while a part of me HATES not having him available to me, another part is super turned on by the long time between hot sexy dates. But pack my bags?

“I have to be in Paris on Tuesday and I want you with me.”

My mind snapped into hyperdrive…how can I make this happen. My assistant Darcy has been cheering me on for months. I never thought that I would be happy in a NSA (No Strings Attached) purely sexual relationship. But I am and I love it.

“You naughty man…how you tempt me….” I typed quickly.

I switched screens on my iPad and pulled up my calendar.

“Oh….I plan on lots of naughtiness…..”

A shiver ran up my back and I felt myself melt between my legs. I couldn’t wait to be with him for more than a day at a time. Would we get tired of sex? I don’t think so. We make out for hours at a time. I cum just thinking about him.

“When?” I fire back.


“Like in tomorrow Tuesday?”

“Yep. I said, pack your bags…”

“Holy shit….I’m in.”I text quickly and then fly off the couch, grab my laptop and start canceling meetings and rearranging my schedule.

A rush of passion surges through me as I accept the risk I am taking.

My heart pounds thinking about being with him, tasting him, kissing him, touching him, taking him in every way.

It’s just sex and that will never work, the experts say. Nothing of value can be built from a no strings attached sexual relationship, the wise ones of the world preach in loveless marriages and sexless lives.

I am having sex. I am having the best sex of my life and if my sex buddy wants to take me to France to play out the fantasy, I am all in.

My heart is in my throat as I pack a few things in a small bag. I always travel light and I don’t think I will be wearing a lot of clothes.

Skinny jeans and a couple of tees, gold strappy sandals and a pair of white sneakers and a super sheer and beautiful summer sundress that falls off one shoulder. My bikini, the exotic massage oil he had brought from Thailand and my passport.

I called a cab and was on my way.  All I could think about was him and every time I did, my lower belly tightened up and warm moistness gathered below. I kept imagining him holding me, stroking me, kissing and nibbling on my shoulder, my neck and I can’t wait.

I can’t help but wonder if he gets hard thinking of me the way I get wet thinking of him. I am trembling thinking of the naughtiness that awaits…..

PS We had to take different flights so we couldn’t be together til we got to Paris.  We had some great chat sex though…check it out:  Rendevous: Sexting at 40,000 ft