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[NomDePlay]

now that is what I mean when I ask if I could lend you a hand ... *smiling*

So ... can i lend you a hand??

 

[wickedpen]

She wanted to say "No!" but she couldn't get her mouth to do anything but bite her lip. She had known him her whole life and he was married and had kids and just walked in on her in the bedroom where she grew up. She had fantasized of this moment and for an instant thought it a dream but knew it was really happening. How far would he go? How far would she let him? His family would be back from the beach in an hour and mom and dad after that. They had hardly spoken since they arrived but the glances, oh the glances kept her up last night. Did she leave the door cracked on purpose? Did she lay on the bed partially dressed in hopes of him seeing her? She was guilty and knew there was no going back.

 

[ms_tiff]

Wow, I just realized how long it's been since I've been on LIT. Life has been crazy busy the last few months and I just didn't have any spare time to devote to this site. But, thankfully, life has settled down and I'm back! Looking forward to getting back into RPing and posting some sexy pics for you all to enjoy.

 

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[wickedpen]

His hands on my hips, like a machine about to engage. So much more powerful and dominant but letting me pretend. I soak in his calm as he knows there is no doubt of finishing in my hot sweaty body. I ache to feel every position he puts me in o maximize his pleasure yet we cautiously gauge the other. Like two predators eyeing the other for weakness or to sliip.
His tatoos scream wrong side of the racks making the feeling of his rough workman's hands on my pampered flesh intoxicate. This is why I stopped when he wolf whistled as I walked by. This is why I paid for the hotel room up the block. This is what makes life worth living!

 

[ms_tiff]

His hands on my hips, like a machine about to engage. So much more powerful and dominant but letting me pretend. I soak in his calm as he knows there is no doubt of finishing in my hot sweaty body. I ache to feel every position he puts me in o maximize his pleasure yet we cautiously gauge the other. Like two predators eyeing the other for weakness or to sliip.
His tatoos scream wrong side of the racks making the feeling of his rough workman's hands on my pampered flesh intoxicate. This is why I stopped when he wolf whistled as I walked by. This is why I paid for the hotel room up the block. This is what makes life worth living!

I love reading these little stories you come up with based off the photos I post. They never cease to amaze and arouse me.

 

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[NomDePlay]

That is a SPECTACULAR shot!! Thank you for posting it ...

 

[wickedpen]

Her hands can not hide her age but when he lifted her onto the table she knew it did not matter. Her husband would never know or care that his driver took her to his apartment instead of the club. Her husband had berated him for being late and now his wife was his.
"I will show him" he thought as he watched her open her blouse as an act of submission.
Her heels still on his black slacks barely contained his youthful urge.
"Mrs Tiff I am going to " his words trailed off as he leaned into her and she gripped the table edge.
"Don't talk" she whispered hurriedly as he brought his hungry mouth to her naked breasts.

 

[ms_tiff]

Her hands can not hide her age but when he lifted her onto the table she knew it did not matter. Her husband would never know or care that his driver took her to his apartment instead of the club. Her husband had berated him for being late and now his wife was his.
"I will show him" he thought as he watched her open her blouse as an act of submission.
Her heels still on his black slacks barely contained his youthful urge.
"Mrs Tiff I am going to " his words trailed off as he leaned into her and she gripped the table edge.
"Don't talk" she whispered hurriedly as he brought his hungry mouth to her naked breasts.

Damn, woman. How do you always manage to capture the image so wonderfully (and erotically)?

 

[wickedpen]

I knew he would be watching this soon. That tiny camera he installed in the light fixture over our bed captured any movement. I knew this would end it. I would be back to waiting tables and scrambling for rent but I had to. I have to be true to myself.
Tamara appeared on our doorstep a few minutes after he left for work.She was a wreck. Her boyfriend had thrown her out after catching her with his buddy and well, you know guys always choose their buds.
She dropped the black rain coat he had thrown at her before locking the door. She was tiny and had cried her mascara down her face all the way across town. All she had on was a bra and panties and the black leather shoes she had slipped on as he screamed and pushed. She shivered wet from the cool summer morning rain.
I went to get a towel and she followed. We met at the door to our bedroom. The leather bed spread screamed wealth and sex. That is why we bought it.
She looked up at me with the big brown eyes I had not seen in a few years. She was delicious as I wrapped the thick white towel around her and dried her. we looked into each others eyes and did not have to speak. She stood on her tip toes with a slightly open mouth and I leaned down and kissed her softly. I was a few inches taller than Tamara but she was the aggressive one. She pushed me back until the bed took out my legs and she climbed on top of me. She felt so small after Rick's six foot three build frame. She was cuddling and pressing her body against me as I looked up weighing my options.
Rick had awoken me with his "morning wood" as he called it and I went down on him without excitement. He did not care as long as I got him off.
I felt my hands slide around Tamara as I looked up at the light fixture as if it was Rick. I was sick of my life as easy as it was. My fingers were sick of it too as they too knew if Rick even thought I might be interested in someone else he would throw me out.
I felt Tamara moan as she pressed her body against mine. She whispered "take me please." into my ear.
My eyes riveted on the camera I opened her bra in response.

 

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[Honeyman54]

As a Renascence Woman you might enjoy reading passages from The Passion of Mademoiselle S. This is a compilation of lover letters and erotic correspondence written in the 1920’s between Simone and her married lover Charles. They were discovered recently in a trunk of an attic. If you enjoy erotica and romance here’s a passage from Simone to Charles:

You may still dream of making me suffer, it may please you to bruise my flesh, but at least I know that when I take you from behind I give you an ardent climax you had long dreamed of experiencing but did not dare request. Your vice serves you well, my dear love, and you have at last been able to give it free rein. You wanted a male member in your arse, delivering your flesh in every direction. You wanted to experience this ultimate intoxication and I gave it to you. Like you, my dear love, I feel that “nothing can equal this perverse coupling”.
What more delicious pleasure than feeling one’s flesh being so furiously violated and feeling faint with delight in your lover’s arms!
Oh, how desperately I long to be in your arms again, to be quite naked and to offer you my arse, my cunt and my lips, and to take you with great irritable thrusts of your ramrod into the innermost depths of my being. Think it over, tell me whether you want to savor the cruel spanking I have in store for you at our next assignation, or whether you should like to wait longer. Command and I shall obey.

 

[wickedpen]

When I first saw him there was something. He was much older with a weathered face but bright eyes. He would watch me day after day yet never speak. I began finding out of the way places, where the shelves were close together and sit with my book. I began to dress the part as his slight smile would encourage me.

One day I found myself lost in thought, well fantasy, far from everyone, or so I thought. My books blocked any passing eyes as I could not help but pleasure myself. The taboo of his age and silence and this place, so quiet and old. I imagined his hands rough and callused against the back of my thigh as I reached for a book.

I sighed louder than I expected and opened my eyes to see his face through the shelf. I could only see his eyes and he could only see mine but I knew he was smiling and he knew what I was doing.