My First Time – From Virgin To Virtuoso

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By Angel and Hudson (My newest writer….we love Hudson!)

My First Time

My heart about beat out of my chest….


The truth is, I never set out to lose my virginity to an older woman.

Fed up with women my age, I had just been dumped by another girl who couldn’t even tell me why she was breaking up with me.  Old school as it might be, I treat women well and was planning to save myself for marriage. I wanted to give that special woman everything including my virginity.  Making it worse, I see the jerks and losers with hot girls who won’t even give me the time of day.

In the meantime I had burning desires and no one to talk to

One hot summer night, I ventured on a sex chat site. I struggled to find women there to talk to because their guard was up against all the losers pestering them for quick sex. Why should they think I’m any different?

Out of frustration, I messaged a woman “I suppose you are going to ignore me too.” Little did I know how much I would regret that first text. She was patient with me and I found out she was a wonderful person.

Somehow she seemed more real than some of my past real time girlfriends and I felt terrible for the way I approached her. She was not to blame for the crap other women had pulled on me. She said she was 36 and married to a loving man, but her sex life was almost non-existent.

After a week or so we exchanged pictures

I confessed to her I was a virgin and she confessed she was actually 59. We each thought the other would be turned away by this news, but it brought us closer if anything.  We didn’t know if we would meet because neither liked the idea of cheating and I was still wanting to save myself for my future spouse.

One thing led to another and before long we were exchanging some hot fun texts.  I swear I got to the point that I got hard just hearing the text alert coming from my phone.  Soon we were meeting on Skype and my desire for her, to actually be with her physically, became overwhelming.  She had an amazing body for her age and I just want to taste her, feel her, massage her.

She  taught me a lot over the months.

 “Never forget how important it is to create that sexual tension,” she said.  “Once you have her riding the wave of her own desire for you, keep that tension going as long as possible. Make her wait.”

When she turned 60, we had been chatting for several months. She retired and was living in her winter house while her husband stayed at their other home.  “How about you fly down to help me celebrate my birthday.” She texted me one day out of the blue.  This time the bulge in my pants throbbed with instant desire.  My heart caught in my throat as I texted back to her, “Nothing I would enjoy more!

“Fabulous! When can you come (wink wink)” came the text reply

I tried to stay nonchalant, as if getting an invitation to spend a hot weekend with a sexy older woman was something that happened every day.  “When is good? I will book a flight.”  My fingers fumbled with the buttons on my phone as I tried to get Suri to pull up flight info.

The thought of being in her bed intoxicated me.  I reached down and held my firm self while I waited for the airline agent to come back to the phone.  I wondered what she would be like in person.  I was scared partly, what if she didn’t like me?  What if I disappointed her?

“Sir? Sir?” a female voice interrupted me

“I have a flight on Thursday at 9 am, will that work for you?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!” I thought.

“Book it.” I said.

We agreed not to have any skype meetings until I got there.  Her idea to create even more anticipation than we already had.  She told me that women over 50 need a lot of time to feel totally aroused.  “If it gets too hard for you,” she told me one night, “take care of your own business before we chat. You never want to pressure a woman because you need to come.”  I loved how honest she was with me.

Somehow I made it through the rest of the week and next thing you know, I was headed toward West Palm.  My heart was pounding hard when the pilot announced our arrival. Knowing that she was so close was killing me.  Luckily, I had just my backpack and did not have to deal with luggage.  As soon as we were on the ground, I turned on my phone.

“Can’t wait, baby.” Was the text waiting for me “I’ll be in front in the black jaguar convertible.” 

Rushing past people, I hurried to the exit.  The minute I got outside, I saw her.  She looked beautiful in that car.  Big sunglasses and beautiful lipstick on full lips, a hat to protect her from the sun.  She got out of the car and walked around to meet me.   She had white capri’s and a shocking pink wife beater that accentuated her curves.  I could barely breathe.

She reached up around my neck and hugged me. “I am so glad you came.” She whispered in my ear.  Her perfume filled my nose and I melted in her arms.

“Move it along!  Move it along!”  The security guy said to us, blowing his whistle.  I thought I saw a twinkle in his eye.

She put her hand on my thigh and I covered it with mine.  We talked about something on the way to her place, but I couldn’t tell you what it was.  Once we got there, I had to lay down, my head in her lap as she drove into her garage so the neighbors wouldn’t see me.  As soon as the garage door was closed, she reached for me and I came the second she touched me.

“Don’t worry about it.” She said.  “We have all weekend.”

As soon as we were in the house, I picked her up and carried her into her bedroom.  She gave herself to me in every way. I didn’t feel very confident at first but once we started kissing, fondling and holding each other, she melted into me and let me stroke her and touch her.  Because I had come already in the car, I was able to concentrate on her and her pleasure.

She was willing and responsive to my touch.  Her orgasm was deep and I felt amazing knowing that it was me that was giving this to her.  Her hand was scratching the top of my head as her moans of pure pleasure filled the room.  “Yes, yes, please never stop.” She whispered hoarsely.

I was young and I stayed hard the whole time I pleasured her.  Once her orgasm was over, she gave me a blow job I will never forget.  She worked me over like she genuinely cared for me.  She told me she had never had a cock as thick as mine.  I could feel myself building up, Oh God.

Aching with need I let myself go.  She sucked and milked me as I held her hair back so I could see how beautiful she looked.  Everything I hoped for was happening.  She held me in her mouth until I got soft and then she crawled up and snuggled herself against my chest.

She was insatiable and a great coach

We spent most of the next 3 days exploring each other’s fantasies and ordering in food. By the last day, we had christened every room in her new house.  She was insatiable and a great coach. She gave me so much confidence in myself and was totally cool about me being inexperienced at first.

I definitely don’t regret giving my virginity to her and I can’t wait to meet with her again. We both know it will happen soon. You never know what life will throw at you. I never thought I would meet someone from a chat site, let alone with the rude way I introduced myself. I will forever be grateful that she didn’t judge me and gave me a chance.

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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.

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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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How To Ramp Up Her Cyber Sex Life With Great Sex Toys

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giftThe wrapped package sitting on the dining room table grabbed my attention. White paper with sparkles and beautiful gold metallic bow, he knew I couldn’t resist.

I opened the tiny card that said “Good Vibrations” and read, “For my Princess.  Enjoy!”

A shiver ran through me as I picked up the box and shook it for a clue as to the contents.  Hmmm.

It took months before he coaxed me into an in person meeting

I was getting used to our infrequent sexcapades.  We both were clear that no relationship was best.  He was in a job transition and I was just out of a divorce.  We lived 500 miles apart and rarely saw one another in person. But, when we DID get together, it was titanic.

He is 20 years younger than I am.  When we met on line in the cyberchat room, age didn’t matter.  He got my attention because he didn’t throw smut at me.  In fact, he didn’t come on to me at all.  He just chatted and entertained me one lonely winter night last year.

It took several months before he coaxed me into an in person meeting.  Licking my wounds from my recent divorce I was super scared about falling for the wrong guy.  He was patient and persistent.

“You deserve to feel good.”  He said.

It sounded like a come on to me.  Men don’t speak like that.  All the men I had known didn’t care if I had an orgasm or not.  As long as I accommodated them and got them off, that was all they cared about.  My last guy was older than me and lost his sex drive right after we married. Ouch.

“You are a beautiful woman and you deserve to have what I can give you.”  He said.

I didn’t trust him.  “All men want one thing,” ran through my mind.

His cyber flirting was fun and addicting

But.  What if he was real?  What if bringing me pleasure was what he really wanted to do?  His cyber flirting was fun and addicting.  Soon the idea of meeting up in person became ok for me.  He won me over with his sense of humor and flirting.

By time we met up that first time, I couldn’t wait to feel his hands and mouth on me.  Little did I know how profoundly this generous and loving man would change my life.  “Together” now for a year, my orgasms are getting longer, stronger and more delicious every time.  I put together in quotes because we are not a conventional couple in any way.

Both committed to being single, we are single minded in keeping the boundaries clearly defined between us.  Having a sex partner like this flies in the face of all I thought I knew.  My Catholic upbringing stood smack in the way of orgasmic bliss.  It took months of play before I became a sexual diva.

So no, we don’t have romantic dinners, candlelight, long stemmed red roses or scented bubble baths.  We don’t date, text or email warm and fuzzy (and sappy) messages to one another.  We don’t exchange gifts or celebrate holidays.  We are not a dating couple in love.

What we are is sexually compatible partners.  When we are together, we are together 100%.  The “L” word appears from time to time.  I do love having sex with him and I let him know that all the time.  Occasionally I even say “I love you.”  The first time that slipped out, I quickly apologized explaining, “I don’t mean LOVE, love….”  It had just slipped out in the midst of a toe curling orgasm.

He said, “Shut up,” and kissed me.  For such a younger man, he knows exactly how to please me and what I need.

“For when I am not here…..”

Fast Forward:  Now I find a beautiful gift from my guy.  Hmmmmmm.

I fingered the gold bow before I slipped it off and put it aside.  My cat jumped at the bait and dragged the ribbon to the floor in a heap.  I broke the seal holding the wrap in place and opened the box.  Two toys were inside with a tiny note:  “For when I am not here…..”  I smiled with a little blush and felt the rush of heat hit me below the belt.

I laughed as I pulled the little Rabbit out of the box, the Wild Hare Sleeve.  Cute and purple and soft latex for pleasing tender parts.  Next I unwrapped the Purple Passion Bullet.  The Rabbit slid on the Bullet making a combination that I giggled at.  This little dynamo was considerably smaller and less powerful than my current vibe.

My cell phone buzzed.

“Did you get my present?”

I quickly texted back:

“Yes, you rascal you…..”

“I want you to have fun when I am not around.”

“Promise you will tell me how you like it…”

“Yes Sir!”

“That’s my girl.”

I had a mind blowing orgasm that night

I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the little vibe looked a bit under-powered and purple.  The least I could do was try it.  I slid the bunny back into the box for later.  I would give it a fair trial.


That night, after dinner and my nightly dose of Jimmy Kimmel, I went to bed with my Sex Butter and my new toy.  Imagine how humble I felt when I contacted my man the next day with the report.

What this little vibe doesn’t have in straight out power, it more than makes up for in the overall feel.  I had never tried such a soft tool. Once coated with my Sex Butter, this little Rabbit felt just like my lover’s tongue.  The four speeds on the remote control made it easy to pick the vibe that was just right.

Stroking my lady bits with the ears of this vibe felt amazing.  I had a mind blowing orgasm that night.  Yes, I was thinking of my lover while I was using it so my imagination was a major player but the delicious feeling of the silicone jacket on the bullet made it happen for me.  I was so blown away I didn’t wait to let my guy know.

“Hey” I texted, “You up?”

“Umm, yeah, always for you, baby.”

“I tried my new toy tonight.”

“Oh yeah?  What do you think?”



“Yeah, wow.  Feels like your tongue is on me.”

“No fair, makes me hard to hear you say that.”

“Sorry, haha!”

“Maybe next time we can both play with it….”

“OK, I’ll hold you to it.”

“Oh, I hope so!”

“Naughty Girl.”

“You love it.”

“Nothing better than a good girl who is only bad for you, right?”

“You know it, baby.”

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Erotic Fantasy: Halloween Party – Caught Peeking

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Vampire Couple Kiss

By Angel and Greg G.

I felt stupid going to a Halloween party at the last minute.   Why did I say yes?

Swinging by the costume shop I was disappointed by the picked over selection and ended up with a cheap Dracula costume, for God’s sake.  I didn’t even want to go to the party but the thought of going as something as lame as dracula made it all the worse.

When I got to the party I spotted another rather petite Dracula across the room.  From the back I saw the cape with the raised collar and  sexy short blonde bob.  My eyes swept the black caped figure and I could see the soft curves and hints of femininity.  A Lady Dracula?  Hmmm, I felt a wave hit me below the belt.

I followed her out into the garden.  She seemed to be on a mission.  She was hurrying and glancing over her shoulder.  I kept out of sight.  For some reason I didn’t want to be discovered. Hypnotized by the sway of her hips and the curve of her cheek when she turned to peek backward, I sped up to keep her in sight.

“Finally…” I hear a man’s low voice as she rushed into the arms of a figure in a long black hooded cape.

“Did anyone see you?”  I ducked behind the tree as they both turned to look in my direction.

“No.”  She said.  “I miss you so much….” the rest of her words muffled in a kiss.  He wrapped his arms around her and they both disappeared into his cape.  I took advantage and moved as close as I dared.  I heard quiet moans as my mind filled in the details of the motions I saw in the cloak.

Would he be kissing her neck?   Nibbling, licking, exploring her with his mouth?  Maybe his hand was on her hip sliding up so that the edge of his thumb grazed the curve of her breast.  I felt myself stiff and aching to be him.  A throaty giggle exploded from the cape followed by a quick Shhhhh…and then another round of moans.

Mesmerized, I moved even closer…..

The two figures lowered to the ground and the cape slipped giving a peek of  creamy flesh cradled in a red lace bra.  The ache between my legs doubled.  A hand pulled the cape around her body and I had to rely on my imagination again.

I reached into my pants and took out my dick.  It was throbbing with desire.  I stroked in time with the up and down I watched.  My mouth was dry as I imagined sucking those nipples so near and yet so far.  Were they pink, brown, rosey red?  I licked my lips as I thought about how hard and ready she was for his tongue and lips.

“Wait, I have an idea.”  I heard the man’s low growl. “I want to see you in the moonlight.”

“Shit!” I hurried behind the shrubs losing a bit of my hardness for the moment.  Little did I know what I was in for.

“Are you sure there is no one around?”  I heard her say.

“It’s ok baby, nobody is here but us.”

I ducked down as he stood up and spread his cloak on the ground.  He was naked and obviously very aroused. He held her hand and lowered her to the ground.  He had loosened the tie holding her blouse together and her dark nipples stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin.  My hand reached again for the throb between my legs as my hips twitched in a shiver of desire.

I licked my dry lips with a barely damp tongue as he pulled her blouse down to her waist.  He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, gently at first but then they started to nibble. lick..devour each other.  Her hand drifted down his pecs, circling his nipples with her bright red fingernails.

I started to stroke myself, unable to resist the urge screaming for satisfaction.  He left her lips now glistening in the moonlight and began kissing down the side of her face, one hand cupping a breast and the other tracing his finger along her hairline and behind her ear.  She was squirming and squealing quietly as he toyed with her.  “I want to hold your dick.”  I heard her say huskily as she reached down to fulfill her need.

Shit, I couldn’t believe my ears.  My own cock was about to explode.  “I want to…..”

He smiled at her as she cupped his boys in her hand.  “Fuck,”  she said.  “I love how tight you are.”  He reached up and pushed her dress up to her waist.  He slipped her dress down the rest of the way and pulled it off her ankles slowly as she laid bare, completely exposed.

He turned her over and knelt down grabbing her firm beautiful butt. My hands tensed as I squeezed and stroked my hardness. When he gave her butt a quick firm slap I made a groan I couldn’t contain.

They froze and looked around.  Laughing he turned her over again and began kissing her. Trailing his lips down her chest going back nipple to nipple several times before he slipped lower on her belly and approached her mound.  Her body was beautiful in the moonlight.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

As he began to kiss her inner thighs, I could see him use his thumbs and begin to stroke her swollen folds.  I licked my lips again and slowed down my stroking, wanting to stretch this out forever.  I couldn’t see but her labia must be hot and wet by now.  My breath was in my throat and I was doing everything in me to be silent.

I loosened my shorts and adjusted and grabbed my hard dick with my other hand enjoying slowly stroking it while I watched him explored the boundaries of her beautiful folds with his thumb.  I closed my eyes and lost myself in my mind’s eye view of what was going on just feet from me.

A peal of curious laughter made me snap to.  I opened my eyes to see the two lovers looking right at me.  Shamed, I ducked down and lost my enthusiasm instantly.  Fuck.

“No, no.” I heard the young woman call out.  “Don’t feel bad. Come over, join us.”  Like a hypnotized robot not sure what the fuck was going on, I made my way over to them.  He smiled at me as he laid next to her, one hand cupping a breast and one crooked and holding his head up, watching me.

I gently began to kiss her ankles, working my way up her legs. I kissed her all the way up to her waist and began to work my way down her crack. Once I had my mouth on her I plunged my tongue in between her labia. She felt was hot, wet and oh so delicious. I worked my tongue slowly with firm strokes in between quick licks and nibbles.  She tasted so good and I got lost pleasuring her.

She moaned and convulsed as he pinched and tweaked her firm nipples with first his fingers and then his teeth while I sucked her and licked her front to back and back to front.  She opened her legs welcoming me I slowed down and let her release.  I stopped moving and left my mouth on her and held her there.  I could feel her body shivering with orgasm after orgasm.  I looked up and met his eyes.  Glazed over I saw his intense pleasure.  Holding himself and stroking I echoed his motions.

Shivering we all collapsed into a heap of goofy giggling.  “I’m Danny,”  I said unleashing another round of laughter.  “Nice to meet you, Danny.” She said.  He nodded in my direction.  I turned to pick up my clothes and after I slipped on my pants, I turned around.  They were gone.

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“I just prefer older women…” Music to a Cougar’s Ears

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I wish you would.....

I wish you would…..

See part 1:“I just prefer older women.” Are there hotter words? 

By Angel and Burke P

After lunch we left the restaurant holding hands and touching shoulders both still weak with desire from the hanky panky under that white linen table cloth.

It is so exciting being with a younger man and my knees are weak.  I felt drunk without having had a sip of booze at lunch.  My heart pounded in my chest thinking about what would be happening next.

It took me awhile to believe that you were really turned on by me.  I mean I knew you got hard and sex happened but once I really got it…that you loved my body exactly as it is, my attraction and desire for you went through the roof.

I would have never played around in public when I was younger and now?  Now it is so sexy and risky and fucking delicious I can’t stop shivering.

My heart dropped to my knees when we met, little did I know how much fun was ahead.

“Hey.” You say, interrupting my thoughts and kissing the top of my head.  “Hey back.” I sigh tipping my head back to the feeling of your lips on the side of my neck.

I wasn’t paying any attention to where you were taking us.  We stopped at a little shop on Pacific Blvd and you pulled the door open for me to enter.

Seascape Spa and Healing Space welcomed us with a whiff of eucalyptus and peppermint oils. “I booked a couples massage for us,” you said in a low voice your hand on the small of my back sliding down to stroke my ass.

I looked up at you with a question in my eyes.  I only saw one masseur.  “This is Rick.” you say with a definitely naughty twinkle in your eye.

“Right this way.” Rick said with a couple of bathrobes and straw sandals in his arms.  He closed the door behind him so that we could get ready for our massage.  As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled me close and squeezed.

Mmmmmm.  I am in heaven.  I feel your hardness against me and a wave of warmth hits me down below.  “Who will….” my question was muffled by your lips tasting, nibbling and kissing me.  “Trust me.”  I hear you say.  Shivering with desire I let my body rest against you.


Next thing I feel is you picking me up and laying me on the massage table.  As if on cue,  Rick taps on the door, walks into our retreat and dims the lights.

He asks you to open my robe and help me turn over on my belly. I look up to your eyes a bit uneasy getting naked in front of a stranger but you nod that it is ok “I will be here the whole time.”

This is so exciting I am near breathless with anticipation.  “I’ll take care of you.” I hear a soft whisper near my ear.  An involuntary shiver hits me hard.  I let you help me out of my robe and let it slide off.

“Wow!” you say as you drink in my naked self.  “You look fantastic, your body is perfect and you are going to like this.”  Rick is going to teach me some things about your body so I can make you crazy with coming.”

My mouth was dry with anticipation

My mouth was dry with anticipation

Even though a part of me feels uncomfortable being naked in front of two men, I am so curious about what Rick has in mind that I start to feel at ease. “”I am going to sit over here and take notes.” You say with a sly smirk as Rick pours oil into his hands and rubs them together.

Once again, he leans forward and whispers to me, “Relax baby, this is going to be very good.”  I take a deep breath and sink into pleasure as I feel his hands on my back.  He moves to my shoulders, each long slow stroke lulling me into aching desire.

Knowing you are watching as this man strokes my body is mesmerizing.  Knowing that it is you that I wish were touching me and yet being so turned on by a stranger is super hot. Hearing you breathe hard and moan under your breath is driving me wild.

I could feel myself falling into a trance of pleasure as sexual energy pulsed through me.  Struggling to hold still, I look up at you and your mouth is open, your hand stroking your bare cock.  I moan and reach my hand out toward you.  “I’m doing just fine baby, let Rick do his magic.”

Suddenly aware of long lingering strokes reaching ever closer to my labia, I stretch opening my legs a bit so that a happy accident is more likely.  I dream about Rick’s hands, where they are going next.  “Have me” echoes through my mind.

… be continued…..

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“I just prefer older women.” Are there hotter words?

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I can't wait to taste you...

I can’t wait to taste you…


By Angel and Leo

I can’t get it out of my head, the way you always know what turns me on.

Little did I know that one thing you told me would completely change my approach when it comes to asking for sex.

“I’m psychic!” You teased last time we were together eyes flashing at me with the promise of secrets kept.

You can fucking read my mind and when we are together, you blow me away.

Before we met, I went through the motions of life, never really knowing what I was missing. I have known my share of women and I enjoy sex just as much as the next guy but the truth is sex was pretty routine and I wouldn’t exactly call it fun. I secretly craved a sexually confident older woman.

Driven to find such a woman I drifted from partner to partner. I never gave up believing I could find an older woman who would accept me instead of trying to change me and would enjoy having sex with me. I want to feel so comfortable talking about sex with a woman that we hold nothing back from one another. I want it to be fun, funny and exciting…not just orgasmic. Been there done tons enough of that.

I wanted a woman who would tell me or show me what she needs to make sex fun for her. I want to find the true freedom that comes from being in tune with, knowing and trusting your partner. I want to stroke and pleasure a woman like no man before me. I want her climaxing while I hold her in my arms and press into her exact right pleasure points….

The sound of horn behind me,wakes me from my thoughts and I proceed through the green light, waving an apology to the driver behind me. I heaved a big sigh and gave my stiff self a squeeze as I accelerated.

Then you appear in my life…out of the blue. Life can turn on a dime and it did that weekend when I was doing time at the trade show. Even though you were dressed in company provided khaki pants and a black polo shirt with your company logo on it,I was doing the latest floor cleaning gizmo demos and you were the cable TV sales rep, I still couldn’t take my eyes off you. (For more great sex tips, check this free video)

Now, standing outside of the cafe, I watch you walking up, every bit of 5 foot 2 inches of spitfire in a black leather pencil skirt, a white wife beater with, do my eyes deceive me, red bra straps peeking out for fun. The smile on your face lets me know that you know just how exciting tonight is going to be. As you approach I notice you are wearing the thin, black, lace, collar I sent you. Holding back a grin, I reach for your hand. “You look great, baby.” I say in a low voice as I pull you close to me and kiss the tip of your nose.

You lean your head back, eyes closed, mouth open. I have never had a woman respond to me like this. “Oh baby.” I say again feeling stupid for having such a small vocabulary at the moment. Cherry red lips that I want to taste, your soft pink tongue waiting for my touch. The desires is almost too great to resist, a public display of affection is going to happen here and the thought of it sends a shock wave of electricity up my spine.

My mouth dry and the awkwardness of our current surroundings finally sinking in, I turn you away and arm over your shoulders, guide us into the little Tandoori place across the street. While we’re waiting to order, the heat is rising as our non-verbal conversation sizzles as we play the eyegasm game.

You changed our sexual future when you told me this. I clearly remember you saying. ‘You’re going to have a helluva easier time getting into my panties if you get into my mind first.” I almost choked on my Corona trying to pretend that all women talk to me like this.

Then you told me about eyegasms. Once you explained how hot it was for you to have eye contact while we are thinking sexy thoughts about one another when we are out socially, I never waste an opportunity to play with you that way. You were 100% right. There is something to this eyegasm thing.

It seemed like forever until we are finally seated in our booth. Our wine is chilling in the bucket and the waiter is standing directly behind me asking you about your entree when I scribble the following message on the cocktail napkin. “I can make you convulse in 3 minutes.” You are adorable trying to stay focused on ordering your steak. Gotta love a meat eating girl. I love teasing you like this.

The waiter finally leaves and I put my hand under the table and lift your leg, into my lap. I slip off the 4” stiletto and massage your foot. I know that when I press my thumbs into the center of the sole of your foot and gently stroke outward, first left and right and then up and down, you always get aroused.

Knowing what to expect and enjoying the fact that you are so turned on, I now meet your gaze as you squirm a little bit in your seat with a gasp and a shiver. I hold your calf firmly with one hand and continue to knead the bottom of your foot stroking in a figure 8 with my thumb.

I know exactly when you start to climax. We have an agreement that eyegasms are just that. Feasts of the eyes in the heart of passion and pleasure. Your breath picks up and you bite your lower lip. Every time. Then you stretch your leg toward me so your foot rests on my, by now, rock hard self and let yourself go.

You are a master of the Inner O, that Inner Orgasm that echoes outward in powerful and silent waves. I love being with you and watching you ride the wave in a public place. Your face is beautiful when you cum, eyes closed, lips barely parted and breathing hard, you slip into a pleasure orbit of your own. Once you start to shiver in for a landing, you open your eyes and stretch. Can’t wait to get my mouth on you in the car later, you whisper. “”Oh baby” I say with the two word vocabulary you reduce me to. You are a rock star.

“Your salads.” The waiter announced to which you lose it in a fit of giggles. I laugh too and then so does the waiter, though I am sure he is thoroughly confused. If he only knew.

Damn I’m glad you walked into my life, girl.

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I forgot I could feel like this….

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Just what the doctor ordered....

Just what the doctor ordered….

Another magical tale by Angel and Eddie R

We needed this trip….badly. Between selling the house and work I could feel the tension in the both of us. The snapping and snarking was more frequent and I hated us this way.

Cruising the highway to the B&B, I decompressed and found myself day dreaming about the first time we stayed at the old Victorian home. My hand moved from the gear shift in the Mercedes rental to your thigh. Your hand moved onto mine. You smiled and closed your eyes. The sun was on your face and hair. I squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

By the time we hit the driveway the rain was starting. Light but steady, cooling but not cold. I pulled to a stop and leaned over and watched you. I brushed your hair around your ear and kissed your neck. “We’re here sweetheart,” I whispered before I kissed your beautiful mouth.

You stretched like a cat and turned to hug me.

“Mmmmm…Yay!” You smile back. God. I hadn’t seen this cute you for way too long. I love you like this. I pull you close and bury my face in your hair. “I’ll grab the luggage.” I said. “I’ll meet you in the parlor.”

The warm and inviting B&B is exactly the same as I remembered from the dated furniture in the front room to the squeak in the floorboard as I stepped up to the check in desk. The innkeepers wife pulled you into a giant embrace and said in her heavy italian accent, “I have your room all ready for you. The wine is cooling and there are some snacks ready for you.”

Even though we are enjoying the company of the homeowners we are both eager to get to our room and we are flirting as we talk. Eyegasms you call them…those soulful gazes that I can’t tear my eyes from that tell me exactly how much you want me to please you. You swear that you can cum just looking at me looking at you. Something about this place makes me realize what I, we, have been missing for awhile. Desire, passion, eyegasms.

I can see you glancing over at me.

You know what my look is all about. You look back and instantly we lock eyes. You can feel me even from over here on the other side of the room. My mouth suddenly runs totally dry and my breath is in my throat.

You are visibly moved by my look and the feelings I am projecting toward you. A beautiful flush comes over your face as you keep your eye contact. Knowing that you are cumming over there, watching your chest rise and fall quickly and you biting your lower lip, I am about ready to carry you off right in front of them.

“I think they could feel it” I say to you, as the old italian couple finally left the room. “Feel what?” you answer coyly. I smile at your answer and pull you close. “I miss this part of us.” I whisper. “Me too.” You sigh back.

I fall back on the bed glad to be here and glad to be free from the me back home. “Baby, I’m going to take a shower,” you say. Laying there on the bed, I follow you into the shower in my mind. Soft water on your beautiful naked skin. Lather from the soap on my hands I slowly stroke your body before I turn you toward me and your soft lips….even though I sorely want you in my hands, arms and mouth, I’m going to let you have your time alone. I want you relaxed and I am in no hurry. Now it’s my turn to bite my lip.

Returning to the room, still wet from the shower, your skin sparkles in the candlelight.

The thick white towel wrapped around you starts to slip off. You move toward me and put your hands on my shoulders. The candle light is dancing on your skin. I lean forward and kiss your shoulder, the drops of water taste like honey. I run my tongue on your skin and taste the sweet water. My lips move to your neck never leaving your skin.

I can feel you breathe in deeply as my hands move to your hips. The towel slips away as I move my hands on to your warm behind. I grasp firmly as I kiss behind your ear and you bury your head in my nook. I love that.

Our mouths meet and I feel you let yourself relax under my touch. I pick you up and carry you to the bed. I lay you on your back. “God you are beautiful” I gasp as I see your breasts in the candle light. They are natural and perfect to me. I stretch out next to you and I cup one and kiss the nipple. I can feel it get hard quickly as my tongue swirls and tastes.

“I want your skin.” you manage to squeak out. “I want you naked.”

The last year is gone and the passion stored up is coming out all at once. You slide your hands to my belt and make short work of it. Across the room it goes. The pants and underwear both at the same time. My very apparent excitement shows and you giggle and gasp at the same time.

That delicious and naughty smile that I adore comes across your face and you take your fingers and gently run them the length of my excitement. Again and again. You finally grasp it with your hand and stroke it slowly but not letting me get to close.

My eyes close and my jaw clinches. I can hear the fire crackling and the rain on the roof as I try to control myself focusing on the moment. “Oh baby…I have missed this so much.” I whisper to you. I pull you to me and kiss you, tasting and nibbling on your lips and tongue. You respond like magic to my kisses. You arch your back and your hips rise up to meet my hand. I cant help it any longer and I slide my hand up your thigh reaching for your sweetness. Your legs swing open and a shiver of anticipation hits you.

It is so worth waiting for this moment.

When you are ready, you always let me know. Finally I push my full length into you. Its easy as you are slippery and eager for me to be inside. You moan loudly as the entire length my desire fills you.

I hold your hips and push you up and down on me. “I need you, baby, I need you.” I gasp as the passion-the desire hits me all at once. You sit back a bit and your hands push on my chest. “Oh my god” I say loudly.

“I want you so bad, I need you so bad.” You pant….it comes out mostly in breath not so much in words.

You look into my eyes. And start to move your hips on me back and forth. Grinding me. Taking me. I….can…… barely….. hold…..on. I push down your hips harder. I lean forward and kiss your breast licking and nibbling. We move faster in perfect rhythm. I reach around and massage your gorgeous moving ass, my fingers exploring the most private parts of you as you ride me.

I can tell you are close. moaning, panting, scratching at me. Like an animal. I’m close too. The light on you is glorious and your breasts move up and down. I cant hold it anymore. At last orgasm overtakes you. Powerful and gripping. Your hands pound on my chest and grip my muscles as the waves hit you. I love watching you cum.

 “Now baby, now. I love how hard you are.”

That is my trigger and I push you down hard on me and go off like an explosion. It tingles through my spine, an orgasm like none before. I can’t stop thrusting as I feel you cum again this time staring into my eyes. “I love you.” you whisper. “I love you so much.”

You fall on me completely spent. Your weight on me feels spectacular. Warm and soft, I embrace you and hold you tight. Our bodies now relaxed and I stroke your hair as you fall asleep on my chest. “I love you too, baby.” I say back softly. I start to let my mind drift.

This is how it was.  This is what I want.  All I can think about is how much I loved you then and how much I want that now. Holding you close and feeling your breathing start to slow and fall into rhythm, I know what I need to do next.  “I love you, Baby,” I whisper as I squeeze my arms around you a little tighter.  Spooning you we both find easy sleep.

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Erotic Poetry: Eyes Closed

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Yes Please....

Yes Please….

Eyes Closed

by Top Jock Eddie R. and Angel


Eyes closed

Soft darkness surrounds you

Quiet breath on your skin

Warm and cool excitement


“Keep them closed” I lean in and whisper

The moment is ours

Waiting for the next touch

Only sound wraps around you


Electric touch glides on your body

Cool fingers explore your warm skin

Eyes closed

You arch your back longing with desire


The fingers become a hand

slowly, slowly

Not a sound from your lover

Lips on your neck savoring your taste


A master never touching too hard, too soft.

Please, please

everything building in you

So little gives you so much


Imagination building the fantasy

Hands and fingers painting the picture

Mouth open and seeking

Eyes closed


Lips to lips

Tongue to tongue

Breathing in the smell and taste of each other

Arms entangling, hearts beat rapidly


The lovers echo on and on

Eyes open.

To see their thirst being quenched

Diving deep into each others eyes.

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Announcing New TOP JOCK…Congrats, Eddie!

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What makes a Hot Top Jock?

Top Jocks are the men who can bring a woman to levels of pleasure that she only dreamed of in real life, crafting fantasies that quench a deep thirst to be teased and pleased.

Top Jocks are experts at the fine art of captivating the minds and bodies of women lonely and craving attention from men.  I am thrilled to introduce you to Eddie R.

Eddie R. is Angel’s first Top Jock. Known for his descriptive genius, Eddie can take a woman to the heights of ecstasy with fun and exotic stories.  What makes him a Top Jock is his passion for pleasuring a woman and his class and style and his popularity among my readers.

Congratulations Eddie, we love you!

A Word From Eddie:

Everything comes into play in good erotica.  The sounds, the smells, the way the light plays on the skin, the way the breeze runs through her hair…all these things are erotic, sensual and romantic. The moment is what makes these things work together. Most men miss this and just look for the sex.  (I told you that you would love Eddie)

I’ve been writing since I was a kid and prefer romantic poetry but the erotic stories are very fun to write too. I love teasing with words and painting a picture in the mind of the reader. The brain for women is the largest sex organ after all.

I am a west coast boy, raised as an only child by my mom. My dad was a musician on the road constantly, a lost and hungry soul who eventually succumbed to lung cancer. I always thought he was too young.

I suppose because of being raised by a woman alone, I have a soft spot in my heart for women in trouble. If there is a beautiful woman broken and on the mend, like a White Knight I would swoop to her aid and get hurt and used by women who had also been hurt and used.

Rethinking life as a White Knight, I have been single for awhile and began writing erotica to learn what makes women tick.  I found that writing deep romantic and sexually charged stories in exotic settings not only excited lady readers, it also turned me on…nice fringe benefit.

I am lucky enough to be well traveled, highly educated and successful in business endeavors.  I love to include my many experiences in my erotica.  I hope you enjoy. Check out this hot little number: I forgot I could feel like this…

I met Eddie at Ashley Madison.

White Lines – an erotic flash fiction

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Guest Post by: Lord Strahd

The whites lines pass us by on the left side so fast it’s almost one solid line. The rain beating down on the windshield furiously enough that the wipers can’t keep up.

A single lane highway stretched out before us as we knife through the darkness, headlights cutting through dully as the rain cascades down and makes visibility difficult.

One hand on the wheel of my red mustang while the other is entwined with my lover’s next to me. Her fingers caressing mine constantly. Her perfume intoxicates my nostrils in the cramped space as my mind wanders to memories of her smiling face, reminding me how lucky I am to have such a woman in my life.

The radio is blaring “She Sell’s Sanctuary” by The Cult as the pulsating rhythms have my foot tapping. Not a car in sight for miles on the highway, I can feel her staring at me while I drive. I glance over at her thinking I have got to do something special for her. The way she looks at me makes my blood burn with lust for her.

The radio changes songs as the sweet melody of Journey’s “Faithfully” sings out of the speakers. I pull over to the side of the road, get out of the car leaving the door open, walk around the back and open her door. I take her hand as she looks at me with wonderment. “What are you doing?” she asks. “You’ll see….” I reply.

She follows me to the front of the car, her hand in mine; doors open so the song can fill the night air. I stop in front of the headlights, wrap my arms around her waist and start to slow dance with her as the rain soaks us completely.

Our mouths meet and we kiss slowly, passionately as we move in time with the rhythm. Her hips sway beneath my hands, rain runs in rivulets down our face. My hair is soaked and pasted down the length of my face as she pushed the strands behind my ears. Her fingers slowly stroke the outline of my face as our tongues dance together.

My hands trace her arms, caressing gently the backs of them as my mouth travels to her neck. Looking down, I can see her white blouse plaster against her heaving breasts. Her nipples hard, protruding her bra and blouse heightens my desire for her.

My teeth bite lightly into her neck, “ungh” she moans as my tongue kisses her skin. I can feel the heat from her mixed with the coolness of the rain. Her skin so sweet on my lips, I nibble up her neck to just behind the ear and bite again. “Oh” she squirms in my hands, her head to the side inviting more kisses.

I raise my left hand to the side of her face as she leans into it, my kisses become deeper on her neck as my right hand slides behind her head and grabs the hair and the back of her neck and tightens hard. “Uh” she utters. I pull her head back and kiss the front of her neck then around to the other side. Her breathing is getting heavy, her nipples hard as rocks as the rain mattes our clothes like a second skin to us.

Her hands caress my sides and I can feel her nails dig in my ribs a little bit through my shirt. She wants to do more to me but she is at my mercy with her head captured by my hand. I kiss down the middle of her chest to inside of her breasts as she coos in anticipation. Still slowly rotating to the song, I kiss her nipples through her wet shirt. She moans with pleasure and arches her back trying to reach her nipple to my mouth.

I spin her around so I am behind her, my hand still in her hair, controlling her. Her head pulled back I kiss the back of her neck, nibbling gently and then harder. “Oh baby” she utters. By now there isn’t a dry inch anywhere on our bodies. My right hand moves down her side to her hips where I can feel the outline of her lacy thong beneath the drenched purple skirt.

The feeling excites me even more. I squeeze her hips over and over again as I kiss her neck, biting, licking and sucking her favorite spot. I move my hand up gently to her breast and cup it; softly squeezing while whispering in her ear “I love you.” Feeling her chest heave as I caress her breast, feeling the hard nipple between my fingers, her hands move to my thighs, squeezing and searching for my hardness that she can feel pressed against her tight ass…

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Cougar Erotica – “Maybe I Should Change My Flight….”

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Sexy Stranger At The Airport by Angel and Danny G.

For as long as I can remember, I have fantasized about having a no strings attached rendezvous with an older and sexually savvy woman.

Stuck in an airport and sipping my dry martini, I found myself glancing around the bar.  There were a couple of hot younger girls with short skirts and deeply low cut blouses that showed off very tempting and luscious breasts.

Been there and done plenty of that.

No, this time, I want a lady.  An older and wiser woman who loves sex as much as I do.  Once again, erotic scenes flew into my mind and a new daydream drew my attention away from the hustling airport crowd around me.

“Excuse me” the bartender’s voice pulled me back to the present.

“Another?” he asked. I checked my watch.  “Sure,” I said.  “Thanks.”

Surveying the bar crowd,  I noticed you playing with your olive with a disinterested air. I could see that your mind was elsewhere. I had caught your eye a couple times earlier but I was sure you were looking right through me. I was surprised this time when a smile crossed your face.

“Would you like another martini?” I asked.  I suddenly felt clumsy and awkward as a teenager.  I could not help but notice the warmth of your eyes and that hot red dress hugging your toned curves.

“Why thank you, how sweet of you.” As the bartender shook our drinks, I moved a stool closer to you and tried my best at small talk. The chemistry was tying my tongue in knots and I was relieved when you started telling me the story of how you happened to be in the San Antonio airport when your destination was NYC. We laughed and shared a few air travel dramas. The martinis were working their magic and I could see that you were relaxing and enjoying my company.

I reached to take a drink and brushed your bare arm. An electric shock passing through my body. I looked into your beautiful green eyes and saw that you had felt the spark too. “You are awfully young,” you said with a twinkle in your smile and a wink. I slowly reached out my foot and caressed the side of your foot with mine. “I hope you won’t hold that against me,” I laughed.

As we sipped our drinks, I kiddingly said, “Maybe I should change my flight and catch a connecting flight from LaGuardia instead of Dulles.” My hand reached for your back and I gently massaged your shoulder. I felt you stiffen just for a moment and with disbelief I felt you lean into my touch. Irresistibly drawn, I kissed your temple as my fingers swept into the hair at the nape of your neck. I felt you shiver.

“See if you can change your flight.” You whispered to me as you slid your hand ever so enticingly up my thigh. You turned toward me, closed your eyes and kissed me slow and soft. Lips tender and responsive. I felt a rush below that pretty much paralyzed me.

I reached for my Ipad and began looking for options. Your flight left at 10. I was a man with a mission. This time your hand was on my neck, skillfully squeezing the tightness and gently running your fingernails into my hairline. Fuck. I had to change that flight. I didn’t even know your name.

Privilege has its perks and it didn’t take long to navigate myself into the first class seat right next to yours.  You excuse yourself and leave me to order another martini.  I watched you walk away and licked my lips.  That ass pressed with the red fabric tugging tightly at the curves was taking my breath away.

Breathe, I said to myself. Breathe.  I suddenly felt the pressure and excitement all at the same time.  I hadn’t felt like this for a very long time.  The younger girls are impossible to please.  I love being with a woman who is sexually confident.  I know how to play a woman like the priceless instrument she is and carry that orgasmic tune for as long as she likes it.

Madame X, damn I wish I had asked your name, you are in for the night of your life.

I came to at the sense of you sliding back on to the stool next to mine.  “There is a booth over there,” you said slipping your hand into mine.  We grabbed our drinks and claimed the booth.

“How quiet can you be?”  I whispered as we slid close together.

“Try me,” you giggled in a throaty laugh that spread warmth out from the centre of my body and I could feel all control slipping from me.

Behind the tablecloth, I reach for your thigh.  Fingertips barely skimming figure 8 I work my way in slow motion until I feel your legs begin to relax.  I feel the resistance and I get it.  Public sex is the hottest and I know to trust my Lady’s timing.

You start to move your hips back and forth matching my motions You reach and grab my arm pressing your breast against my bicep and look me right in the eye. Your eyes sparkled back to me and I could see the pleasure on your face.

I reached my free hand across the table and you met mine with yours.  I rested my hand on your thigh as we both leaned forward and our lips met and the hunger aches as I can feel your body press into mine.

With barely controlled passion I pull away from you as we play the fuck in public game.  I allow my hand to run up your back and into your hair. Your hands start to wander down my thigh.  I know you felt me tremble at your touch and I had to choke back a moan.

Glancing down I see your nipples erect and straining against the fabric of your dress.  I reach across you to grab a menu just so I can cup your beautiful breast in my hand hidden from sight. This time I couldn’t stifle the moan and neither could you.  Your head leaned back and you closed your eyes.

Orgasm hit you and you grabbed my hand.  Holding it on your lower belly with fingers just curving under to hold you, my other arm around you you lean into me and I see you cumming with quick pants and whispered moans.

“Someone will hear.” you gasp. You are so good.  Now and then you bite your lower lip and hold your breath for a second, then a quiet little laugh when you shiver through another wave.  Your hand on my hand squeezes to let me know how when you are peaking.

“Hey baby?” you gasp again.

“Yeah darlin…”

“Your turn on the flight…promise.”

I pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

“Please don’t stop….” you whispered to me.

I laughed and held you tight.  I don’t know where you came from.  Maybe you’re an Angel.

Part 2:  Heaven on the Airplane….Her mouth on me at last…..Click Here.

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I never saw myself as a Cougar, until….

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Hammer And Tape Measure Sticking Out Of PocketWalking through production I realized that I hadn’t seen him before.

Using a power saw he was not aware that I was standing there and I spent a few minutes soaking it in.

Tight tee shirt and baggy jeans with his baseball cap turned backward, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His biceps made the sleeves of his shirt stretch and the shine of sweat on his arms made me catch my breath.

I turned and left before he noticed me and went into the floor manager’s office.

“Who’s that guy working on the remodel?” I said with faked indifference.

“That’s Clay. He is going to be here for a few weeks demolishing the old offices and roughing in the new. He is a fine looking man.” Darcy said with a wink. The girls at the office were always trying to get me to go out and try to meet someone.

“Never date a guy at work…always makes for drama and besides he has to be 20 years younger than me!” I laughed. I couldn’t deny the shot of electricity that I felt when I watched him working. I hadn’t felt a spark like that since Danny had died. I wasn’t sure I ever would.

“Send Clay in to see me before the end of the day.” I emailed to Darcy. Not sure why or what in the world I would say, I felt my heart beat faster. I wanted to meet him and I am the owner of the company after all.

“You wanted to see me, Ma’am?” He said in a soft Southern accent.

“Yes, Clay. I couldn’t help but notice you and wanted to welcome you to the office.” I said trying to ignore my body’s insistence that I be with this man.

“I knew the building’s owner wanted to get started on the remodel but I wasn’t expecting it so soon.” I said.

“Don’t worry, Ma’am, most of my work will be at night when everyone has left. I won’t be disturbing your work day.” He answered meeting my gaze. I knew he knew. His brown eyes were magnetic and I couldn’t look away.

“I’m sure you won’t. Thanks for working around us. I work late sometimes but don’t worry about that, I’ll stay out of your way.” I smiled.

“I hope not.” He whispered.

My heart skipped a beat.

“Is that all, Ma’am.” he drawled.

“No, there is one more thing. You don’t have to call me Ma’am. My name is Angel.”

“Well, Miss Angel,” I am pleased to meet you. He reached out and shook my hand, keeping it just a moment longer than necessary.

“Me too,” I replied, taking my hand back and reaching for my purse. “I have a meeting to get to so I will let you go. Nice to have you on board.”

He turned to walk away and I found myself watching him, thinking about how he would look wearing a tee shirt and nothing else. What was wrong with me. He is way too young. But those shoulders, that small waist and the butt barely visible in the baggy jeans.

It’s a lightning strike alright.

To read part 2 Click Here:  A Cougar Fantasy – Can He Be TOO Young?