La Seida

You have an energy about you that moves me, energizes me and makes me tingle. The way you move in a room, the way you talk or the way you run your hands over my body, set me on fire with a yearning that I cannot control.

The night we met, you were full of that energy and I was invogorated just from being with you. You're presence filled the room so when you touched me, it was like electricity shooting through my skin. And when you kissed me — God when you kissed me — I wanted you like I've never wanted anything in my life. One thing about you, you never made me wait. You wanted me just as bad and I wasn't about to tell you no.

We were sitting in our chairs talking when I leaned in to kiss your sweet mouth. You are such a wonderful kisser. You twirl your tongue around mine, making me crazy! You pulled me up from the chair and we moved together against the wall. I could feel your desire against my leg, so I lifted it around your waist so you could press your hard dick against me, rubbing me in just the right spot.
Your hand slides down my pants, my skin is burning for you, and under my panties to find a wetness that you create. Expertly you slide your fingers inside me, rubbing me until I start to shake and cum, moaning my pleasure into your neck.

But your fingers inside me are not enough. I want to feel you wonderful dick inside me. I want to feel you cum until it hurts. I want you soo bad.

I push you back toward the chair, unbuttoning your pants. You sit down and I drop onto the floor in front of you. I can see you semen glistening on the head of your dick and I want desperately to lick it off. I slide my tongue around your dick, sucking your juices. I love the taste of you, so sweet on my tongue.

I stand up and drop my pants to the floor. You eyes are dark and smokey. I can see your desire burning in them. I staddle you, wrapping my legs around the arm of the chair, and you slide your dick up inside me. My thighs are wet from wanting you.

Slowly you start to move inside me, thrusting up into my hot cunt. I squeeze my pussy tight, feeling the ridge around the head of your dick, feeling you push deeper and deeper. I push against the back of the chair, moving my hips to meet your thrusts. I want you as deep inside me as you can go.
I watch your eyes as you start fucking me faster and harder. You are so handsome. Looking me straight in the eyes, you stop and say, "I love you, God I love you." Then you start fucking me again, harder and faster. I feel the orgasm starting to build. My fingers are gripping the back of the chair and suddenly I'm cumming all over you. I lean into you as you stroke me, cumming harder and harder. I grit my teeth to keep from crying out and squeeze my eyes because the pleasure is so intense.

I feel your dick swell as you get ready to cum. You start shooting your hot cum inside me, making me cum again. God I love it when you cum inside me! You grab my thighs and push deep and hard into me a few more times as you dick spasms with your orgasm. You cum beautifully!

As we sit there, breathing heavily. I feel the juice of you and me slide out of me and down over your balls. I think we left a little momento of this amazing night on the seat of the chair! It was all worth it.

There's the hotness

Have I ever told you how hot you make me? You're so sexy with your crooked little smile and magic fingers, but it's your passion that makes me sweat.

Whatever we're doing ... talking, kissing, fucking ... you are totally involved, right there, very passionate. That really turns me on.

When you decided to kiss me when we were at your house, I could see that you were ready to jump in with both feet and dedicate yourself to making me cum. You are so good to me. And you are such a great kisser. We click, like we've been making out our whole lives. Tongues, lips, hands, you are the sweetest kisser in the world. And when we start kissing, you never want to stop, even when we slide off the bed and onto the floor.

But you pushed me back up on the bed and slid between my legs. I can feel your bulging dick rubbing the seam of my jeans, grinding into my clit. All I want is your tongue in my mouth and your dick in my pussy.

Oooh, not so fast, you're a man with a mission. You are going to explore, kiss and lick until I'm begging for you to fuck me.

You push up my shirt and bra and tease my nipples with your tongue, sucking, biting, tasting me. You kiss the soft skin under my breasts and run your tongue over my ribs. You're teasing me, making me wait for it. I know you.

You ease my jeans down over my hips and pull them off. You slide your hand over my stomach, over my panties and down to the inside of my thighs. You are a tease, but I'll wait for you. You're stroking me through my panties when you whisper in my ear, "what do you say?" "Please," I'm begging. "Please, what?" you reply. "Please, baby, make me cum."

Finally you slide my panties down and put your fingers inside me and I sigh. I'm dripping with pleasure. You start to stroke, fast ... faster ... stop ... fast again, and then I'm cumming. Oh God, baby, it feels fantastic! Over and over again you stroke me and I cum and cum again. My legs are shaking, your hand is wet and I want you so bad, I'm moaning.

I am so ready for you that I just lay there with my legs spread while you take off your jeans. You position your self in between my thighs and, at last, slide your dick in my wet, hot pussy.

Oooh, yeah, it was worth the wait.

You start stroking, pumping me. You pull my legs over your shoulders and you are deep, deep inside me, rubbing my g-spot with the head of your dick. I push against the head board so you are as deep as you can go, and then I start to cum. Oooh damn, you are the best fuck I've ever had!

You rock me with orgasm after orgasm. I cry out and moan with the intensity. I want to suck and bite you with pleasure.

Finally, after you have made me cum over and over, you are ready to let go. I'm ready to feel that hot juice shoot up inside me. You lean down to kiss me, then you start to cum. You slam into me with your powerful orgasm ... one, two, three times you ram your dick into me. I'm cumming again with the pleasure of feeling your hot semen inside me.

When you're all done, you lay on top of me, your dick still inside me. My pussy is throbbing. I feel your juice and my juice running together down the crack of my ass, and I can't help but think ... there's the hotness!

I remember you

I remember you, the way you smell. Your arms around me, holding me close. Your breath on my neck, you whisper my name in my ear. Hands moving over my back, under my shirt, over my skin. "So soft," you say. You love the feel of my skin under your hands.

You lean back, looking me deep into my eyes ... into my soul .... where you find your own reflection looking back. Lean in to kiss me tenderly, softly on my lips. Tongue teases me, then fills my mouth with it's sweetness. You kiss me deep and strong. I remember you.

I feel you wanting me, touching me, loving me. I want to fill you inside me. I want you to fill me up. Slowly you take off my shirt, hands moving over my breasts, under my bra, teasing my nipples with your fingers. You brush your tongue over my taut nipples. I arch my back to meet your mouth.

You're insistent fingers pull my belt from their loops. Unbottoning my pants, you slid your hand down my stomach between my silky panties and my hot skin. Down you slid, into the moistness. You tease my pussy with your finger, brushing me with your finger tips. "Please," I beg. "Oh, please." You slid your fingers into the silky wetness. You know right where to stroke to make me cum. Over and over, you rub and rub, again and again I cum. My legs shake and my breath catches in my throat. Oh, yes, I remember you.

Slowly we sink to the floor. You're above me, loving me with your tongue, your hands, your body and your eyes. You slide my jeans over my hips. I can feel you hard and ready against my thigh. I close my eyes and you slide your hard dick deep inside me. How you rock me back and forth, cuming over and over. I feel your dick swell as you cum deep inside me. I say your name as you make me cum again and again.

Yes, I remember you. I will always remember you.

Say my name

Do you remember when you spent the day at my house?

You came back afterlunch and we went back to our room. I was so pleased that you came back and all I wanted to do was get you back into that bed.

I grabbed your hand and lead you down the hall to the bedroom. Once we were there, we started kissing and pulling at each others clothes. You were biting on my neck and I was swirling my tongue in your ear. I reached down and could feel you getting hard for me.

You looked so cute that day! But all I wanted was to feel you inside me again.

I pulled off my shirt and bra and you started sucking my nipples and running you tongue over my skin. God, I was so hot!

You put your fingers inside me, and started stroking that sweet, sweet spot until you rocked me over and over again with orgasms.

Then, you were inside me. I had waited for it and I was so ready to make you cum. At first you started slow, rocking back in forth, rubbing me with your dick and kissing me with that sweet, wet tongue. Then you started going faster and deeper inside me.

I grabbed onto the bars of the bed and pushed myself against you so you would go as deep as possible, pushing in time with your thrusts. You sat back and I could see your eyes roll back in your head because it felt so good. I could feel myself getting ready to cum, my moans growing louder.

I was holding my breath and concentrating on each thrust and the shudders of my body, ready to explode.

Then you said my name, and told me to look in your eyes. At that moment you came so hard and I followed right behind you.

Once, twice, three times, my body shook with each orgasm.

When we were done, you cuddled up behind me and kissed my ear. We rested for a little bit, then started again.

Touch me there

After that first hysterical kiss, the techie and I started meeting in out-of-the-way places on our way to and from work. We also snuck off to tucked away conference rooms and made out like high school sophomores. It was all kissing and rubbing in the beginning. The first time he made me cum, I almost cried at the intensity of it. We had entered a whole new level of pleasure.

From there we advanced to “our” secluded meeting spots where we did anything and everything but sex to get each other off. The desire was breathtaking. Using only his fingers, he would make me cum until my legs shook from the strain of holding them open. I would suck, stroke and rub him until he was fully satisfied.

We set the date for our first time. He picked the hotel. I wore something pretty.

Evolution

At one pinnacle of my life, I found myself: a mother, a wife, a satisfied professional and unhappy. I felt weighted, struggling for the definition of who I am, not how I am defined.

And then I met my techie. He talked to me about sports, weather, books, food and everything under the sun. He smiled and me and didn't see childbirth in my history. He wanted me, he called me sexy. I let him have it all.

Our first venture into the dark land seemed innocuous to us. We went for drinks after work and after a beer or two, I confessed that I had a little crush on him. As the fates would have it, he felt the same way. We laughed and shrugged at the silliness of two grown and married people having crushes. That was Wednesday.

By Friday, we were convinced that the only way to dispel the flirty aura around us was to share just one kiss – get it out of our systems. It was ridiculous but we were consumed with the thought of it. How would it happen? Where? Who would make the first move?

I met him in an isolated room near his office. Neither of us would make the first move. It was so juvenile, but my heart was racing like he was the first boy I’d ever kissed. I leaned in for a hug and his mouth was on mine, fevered and wet. I was insane with kissing, but it was all wrong. He didn’t taste right, he didn’t kiss right. His hands were all over me. I pushed him away. This was no longer funny. We’d really crossed the line.

I shrugged and laughed. Told him that he needed some practice before we did that again. He joked about teaching him the tricks. I left.

Later that night I called him and offered that lesson. We’d officially crossed from flirting to fucking.