"There, baby, what do you think?" he'd said, smiling slyly. "More interesting than flowers, wouldn't you say?"
She'd opened her eyes to discover he'd installed a sex swing in the corner of their back room. The black harness was fixed firmly to the ceiling by a hook and hung on a spring above a mattress. The back support and stirrups were made of a soft, inviting fabric.
After the initial shock, Katie began to think of the possibilities. Her pussy clenched in response. She'd always liked the idea of a sex swing. They seemed like the ultimate decadence, something owned by people who threw orgies and fucked each other three times a day. People who were passionate enough about sex to install major equipment and put holes in their ceiling.
And she liked the idea of getting away from the bedroom too. Their back room was private and rarely used. Now it looked like some kind of nascent dungeon, an adult play area, in theory at least. She liked the idea that they might fuck each other here, in broad daylight, like porn stars or urgent, illicit lovers, giving themselves over to simple lust without any other consideration.
Best of all, she liked the idea of being held, suspended, spread open and ready for licking and fucking, unable to escape.
She found herself incredibly turned on.
Jo smiled, loving every second of her clichéd experience. They were strolling along a pristine beach, hand in hand. The sun was sinking majestically into the ocean, streaking the western sky with orange and crimson. The sea breeze was light and cool, the water was warm, and the sand between their toes was silken. They were alone with the sunset.
Of course, this kind of cliché doesn't come cheap. Jo and Michael had been saving for over a year to finance this holiday. The airfares were OK but the private beach house on Maui was the real killer. Michael had nearly fainted when he first saw how much it was all going to cost.
She didn't care. This was what she'd wanted - a chance to experience Valentine's Day in the sun, relaxing and sharing Michael's company. No work, no mobile phones, no computers, just each other.
They'd breakfasted on fruit and pancakes before retiring back to bed for a long session of languid lovemaking. They'd gone snorkeling on the reef, had lobster for lunch and taken an afternoon nap. Now they were taking the obligatory sunset walk, and it was beautiful.
She laughed and gave him a hug. "Well, it's wonderful. It's like the most perfect, romantic Valentine's Day ever."
"Yes," Michael's smile was wry. "By all accounts we are the most in-love couple on the face of the planet right now." He grinned, and winked. Michael liked to be ironic, though she knew he was having just as much fun as she.
He squeezed her hand. "You wanted the cliché and I think you've been very successful with it."
Surprisingly for this time of year, they were alone at the campsite. It was just her and Gavin, both of them thrilled to have the place to themselves, surrounded by the towering trees of the forest, snug within the circle of light from the glowing fire.
They’d hiked several miles that day, bathed by a waterfall and shared a simple evening meal. They’d said few words all day, each comfortable in the other’s company and not fearful of silence.
Now Gavin emerged from the tent and spread his beloved and extremely scruffy “bear rug” on the ground by the fire. Grinning, he sat on it and patted the empty space beside him.
“Saved a spot for you.”
Simone returned his smile, a blossom of gratitude erupting in her stomach. She’d been alone so long, and finally, finally, she’d found someone that was right. They’d been together for nearly a year now, and every day he found a new way to make her smile. She couldn’t remember ever being so totally in tune with another person, and she still found herself feeling like the luckiest woman in the world.
Luscious, smooth, thick, thick cream. Dollops of it. Bowlfuls of it, oozing, running, flowing. A lusty indulgence, a sinful luxury in a non-fat, low-carb, asparatame-flavored world, a plethora of tasty sensuality poured out and consumed hungrily.
Even the word cream is lustrous. It lives quietly in the mouth, a breathy utterance that ends in a smile. It evokes the texture and taste and the gentle, velvety richness.
You know how much I love cream, how I want to be creamed up, over and on. You indulge me in this. You love it too.
You seduced me with poetry on cream-textured paper, enticed me with your cream-coloured tie. At dinner you fed me chocolate pudding, but it was just an excuse to pour thick, yellowish, Jersey cream all over the dark, sticky sweetness. I licked the spoon and laughed.
Today you are making love to me in a cream-coloured room.
Your kisses are full, open and urgent. We both taste of dessert and desire. You undress me quickly yet carefully, my nipples jutting out with lust, my pussy throbbing with need.
You push me gently back on the bed, urging my legs open and running light fingertips across my creamy white thighs. I rest against cream-coloured cotton sheets, soft with use and welcoming against my skin. I imagine that the bed is a bowl of cream and I am floating in it, surrounded by soft, silky lushness.
It was all her idea, of course.
“I want you to watch me fuck another man,” she’d casually whispered over dessert at their favorite local restaurant.
Jack’s eyebrows had shot up in surprise, shocked more by the location of her suggestion than the content of it. They’d shared fantasies before; he knew of her wandering eye, and her lush fantasies of double-cocked pleasure. He was turned on by it, she knew.
“Are you serious?” he’d breathed back, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
“Of course,” she said, deliberately licking the chocolate from her spoon, letting her mouth linger and her tongue swirl. “I’m ready to go beyond just my imagination. I want to know what it’s like. In the flesh. And I want you to watch me. And join in. And lick me while he’s fucking me.” Just saying the words had made her cunt throb excitedly.
“Hmm,” he said, sitting back and appraising her. She could see luscious, lascivious thoughts flickering behind his eyes like an old-fashioned dirty picture show. “Who will it be?” he finally asked.
The mirror reflected her mouth as it twisted in a wry smile. He probably would have completely forgotten Valentines if she hadn't given him several large hints about it. The well-placed jewelry catalogue didn't get his attention as much as her loud musings about lingerie, but it had worked out well enough in the end.
"Happy Valentines Day," he'd told her on the phone this morning, a smile in his voice. "Let's do something special tonight."
Annika fervently hoped that "something special" didn't involve organized sports.
The doorbell rang. She hurriedly smoothed her hot pink dress, checked herself in the mirror and moved across the living room to the door.
She opened it to find Bob standing there holding a huge bunch of pink carnations, his face lit up by an eager smile that belied the intense look in his eyes. She couldn't help grinning back at her boyfriend of six months. He'd never bought her flowers before. This could be the start of something wonderful.
He quickly stepped into the room and raised a finger to her lips. "No talking," he said. She raised her eyebrows in surprise as he reached down and took her hand. With a flourish he raised it to his lips, brushing her knuckles with a gentle kiss. "Madam, I come to give you pleasure," he said. "I am your servant."
Heath smiled conspiratorially at Nicole and, taking her hand, led her to a hay-filled corner. They'd acted on impulse, letting their sudden aching desires dictate their actions. So much of the honeymoon had been this way; spontaneous sidetracks from the main road, urgent fucking in barely concealed public places: the park, the information booth, the gas station toilet. Their hunger for each other was paramount. They could have gone sightseeing in a desert and it wouldn't have made a difference. Every place was an Eden and every moment was marked by wet, hard obsession.
Heath pulled Nicole close and kissed her, sliding his hand up her smooth brown thigh as he did so. His kiss was passionate, full of urgency, and she felt a wave of heat well up within her. She put her hand to his crotch, felt the warm hardness of his cock as it strained against his jeans. She kissed her way down his chest, once again admiring the firm muscles of his abdomen, and released him from the denim, taking the shaft of his cock into her mouth. She heard him groan, and reveled in the sound. She loved the way he became helpless beneath her lips, disarmed by the pleasure she exacted from him.
Smiling, he dropped to his knees and rewarded her with another kiss, his hands cupping her cheeks gently. Then he pushed her back onto the straw and applied his mouth to her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue while his fingers gently probed between her legs. She felt him ease her labia apart, and sighed as he stroked his index finger up and down her wet, warm slit.
Brett pours the wine. The chardonnay is a cool yellow and slops against the glasses. It's refreshing and intoxicating, and I savour the taste on his lips as he kisses me.
There is no one for miles around. It's like we own the whole world. The grass is swaying gently in the breeze as though it is bowing to us. We are the king and queen of our own universe, and today we are feasting on each other.
He feeds me a strawberry; its juice dribbles from the corner of my mouth, and he licks it clean, then kisses me again.
I help him remove his shirt, one button and kiss at a time. He helps me out of my dress, with much tickling. Our underwear is a nuisance, and banished accordingly. Naked, the sun dapples our skin with speckles of pure light beneath the oak. The breeze is cool around my nipples, but they are hard with desire now.
He kissed her hungrily, his strong arms surrounding her in a circle of warm love. She'd missed him so much…
Suddenly he was kissing her eyes, her ears, her neck, and then he was unbuttoning her cotton dress like a man possessed. She smiled with pleasure and let him undress her, secure in the knowledge that her cabin was so secluded no passers-by would see them.
He nudged the dress from her shoulder and kissed her there, then eased it down to her waist. He cupped her breasts and kissed her neck, sending shivers down to her boots. She loved the way he used his hands… and his mouth.
She reached over and began to unbutton his shirt, and then to loosen his belt. He wore jeans so well… but she wanted him out of them. He helped her take his pants off, until he was naked and proud before her. His cock was long and slightly bent at the end; an idiosyncrasy she adored.
He turned his attention back to her, removing her bra and taking each nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the aureole and sucking them until they hardened. She felt wetness spreading through her panties, and she was ready for his cock.
He was leaning in towards her, ostensibly to read the chart, but his blue eyes caught hers and held them.
"You are an extremely beautiful woman," he said quietly.
She could smell his musky scent as he leaned in to kiss her. She knew something special was about to happen...
His lips were soft, his tongue was long and insistent, and she felt herself quivering within.
His hand inched inside her uniform, past her lacy bra, brushing her nipple with confident, expert fingers. It hardened, and sent shivers across her breast, and her whole body. Soon he had her heavy flesh in his hand, holding her breast possessively.
Nurse Ashley felt her heart beat faster as he unbuttoned her uniform. Slowly he eased the starched material away from her body, revealing her flimsy white bra and panties. He kissed her neck, and under her chin, and goose bumps followed his hot touch.
They had the wilderness completely to themselves.
Gina admired Mickey's strong legs, and his gorgeous tight butt, covered in walking shorts. She felt a glow of self-satisfaction in knowing that this glorious specimen of manhood was all hers.
Mickey finished lighting the fire, and spread out a picnic rug. Then he took her in his arms.
"We're all alone here," he said, smiling. "We can do whatever we want."
Gina grinned back. "And what did you have in mind?"
He kissed her hungrily, and she smelled his unique scent, a mix of sweet cologne and the sweat from the walk. His lips were soft as they caressed hers, and she answered his probing tongue with an open mouth.
It had been a hard day, and as usual she felt as if nothing had been accomplished. There were still orders to fill, phone calls to make, emails to read, and all she really wanted to do was head home and go to bed.
Actually, what she really wanted to do was go to bed with Steve, the handsome temp secretary who had worked in the office for the last few weeks. Ever since she'd met him she'd been lusting after his well-built body. It didn't help that he was also a very sweet guy with a cheerful smile. She always felt happier whenever he was nearby, not to mention an awful lot hornier.
Sarah tried to focus. She realized she'd just read the same paragraph six times, and she was supposed to have finished checking this report by 5pm. She sighed again and tried to put Steve out of her mind. Sometimes she wondered if her promotion had been a poisoned chalice. She wasn't sure if the unpaid overtime and extra stress was worth the fatter paycheck.
A knock at the door roused her. Steve entered carrying yet another report, and carefully closed the door behind him. Despite herself, Sarah felt her cheeks redden, and her heart began to thud in her chest.
"Ms Sandersen says she needs this done ASAP," Steve said, offering the folder to Sarah, who rolled her eyes in frustration.
"Huh, like I don't have anything better to do," she grumbled. Taking the report, she smiled him. "Ah, don't mind me. Thanks, Steve."