emberly

6 min·Apr 30

I slumped on my couch, staring at the ceiling, wondering how I'd landed in this rut again. Why was I spending another Saturday night alone in my apartment, destined to wake up solo in my queen-sized bed instead of tangled in the arms of a guy who'd either worship me with slow, tender touches or pin me down with raw, unapologetic desire? I'd take either at this point. But instead of charming someone at the lounge tonight, I'd lingered by the bar, nursing a drink and watching my friend Lisa work her magic on yet another stranger. She was a pro, all coy smiles and effortless charm. I knew I shouldn't compare myself to her - my insecurities were baseless. If I put in the effort, I could turn just as many heads, maybe more. At 23, I stood 5'7", with warm brown eyes that caught the light, chestnut hair that fell in loose waves, and a toned body that accentuated my curves, especially my hips, which I'd caught more than a few guys eyeing. My looks weren't the problem. The real issue was me. I'd talk myself out of making a move, only to stew in regret later. I'd had a few flings - brief, fiery encounters that satisfied my body but left my heart cold. They were fun, sure, but not the kind of connection I craved long-term. The memory of those nights sent a pulse of heat through me. My desire was undeniable, but I refused to settle for a random hookup I'd ditch by morning. So here I was, alone, fantasizing about the perfect guy while my body begged for release. Like tonight. With a groan, I pushed off the couch, flicked off the living room lamp, and trudged to my bedroom. The lounge had been a bust. Well, almost. There was that one guy - a fleeting figure in the crowd, broad-shouldered, with a quiet intensity and piercing gray eyes that seemed to see right through me. Or maybe I'd imagined it, my mind hazy from too many cocktails. By the time I reached my bedroom, he was a fading memory. I opened my laptop, fingers hovering over the keyboard, tempted by familiar websites. But I snapped it shut, frustrated. I didn't need that tonight. I'd just sleep. After an hour of restless tossing, I finally drifted off. My skin hummed with electricity. Something was strange. Blinking, I took in my surroundings. I lay on a velvet-soft blanket in a clearing, surrounded by wildflowers swaying under a golden sky. The air carried the sweet scent of lavender and warm earth. I inhaled deeply, my senses alive. My body buzzed again. Then it hit me - I was achingly, almost painfully aroused. My hand moved instinctively, finding the source of the heat. As my fingers brushed my sensitive skin, already slick with need, a fleeting question crossed my mind: why was I this turned on? But the thought dissolved as I explored further, my touch sending sparks through my core. I bit my lip, stifling a moan. What I needed was more than my own hands. I needed him. Closing my eyes, I conjured the guy from the lounge - tall, with tousled dark hair and those gray eyes that had haunted me. I pictured the way his shirt clung to his chest, the hint of strength in his frame. My mind lingered on the thought of his hands, imagining them on me, when a soft kiss grazed my lips. My eyes flew open. Those same gray eyes met mine, smoldering with intent. The man from the lounge hovered over me, his breath warm against my skin. His fingers trailed down my body, slow and deliberate, until they reached the pulsing heat between my thighs. When he found me, slick and ready, a low groan escaped us both. I reached for him, my hand brushing against his hardened length, firm and straining beneath my touch. I stroked him, savoring the way he tensed, his breath hitching. Without questioning why we were bare under an endless sky, I parted my thighs, my body screaming for more. He shifted, positioning himself, his tip grazing my entrance, teasing me with agonizing slowness. "Please, " - I whispered, voice trembling with need. He didn't hesitate. With a single, deliberate thrust, he filled me, stretching me in a way that made my back arch and my breath catch. He paused, letting me adjust to the fullness, his eyes locked on mine, a silent question in his gaze. I nodded, and he began to move - slow at first, each thrust deep and measured, igniting every nerve in my body. My hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure built. The rhythm quickened, his hips driving harder, more urgent. I matched him, rocking against him, the friction sending waves of heat through me. His hands roamed - one gripping my hip, the other teasing my breast, his thumb circling my nipple until I gasped. The world narrowed to the slick slide of his body against mine, the low growls in his throat, the mounting pressure in my core. "God, you feel so good, " - he murmured, his voice rough, sending a shiver down my spine. I couldn't speak, only moan, my body spiraling toward release. His thrusts grew relentless, each one pushing me closer to the edge. When his hand slipped between us, fingers finding my swollen clit and circling with perfect pressure, I shattered. My cry echoed in the clearing as my body clenched around him, waves of pleasure crashing through me. He followed moments later, his rhythm faltering as he spilled into me, his groan mingling with mine. Then I snapped awake. Gasping, I lay in my bed, sheets twisted around my legs. My hand drifted down, finding my skin damp and hypersensitive. Tender, almost aching. Confused, I glanced at the clock - 3: 17 a.m. My heart pounded as I replayed the dream, so vivid it felt real. Had I always craved something that intense, that unrestrained? The thought lingered as I settled back, my body still humming, and drifted into a restless sleep.

9 min·Apr 17

We've been married for nine years, Lauren, 33, and me, 35. Our chemistry is electric, especially between the sheets. She's a pediatrician, 5'8", with shoulder-length chestnut hair, a fit 34C chest with nipples that always seem to stand at attention, and a toned, curvy backside that gets whispers at the gym. My older brother, Nathan, 43, a widower, suffered a mild stroke and moved into our suburban house for his recovery. A home health aide tends to him in the mornings, and Lauren gets back from her clinic around 3 p.m. to take over his care. I'm a history professor at the local college, sometimes home by 7 p.m., other nights not until 9 or 10. Nathan's stay was smooth at first. He'd jokingly complain that Lauren was a drill sergeant, banning sweets from his lunch due to his borderline high blood sugar. She'd fire back with a grin, "Nate, you're on my watch now. Stick to your diet, take your pills, and maybe I'll sneak you a cookie one day. Quit whining." Nathan's evening routine included a shower around 6 p.m., with Lauren nearby to ensure he didn't slip or strain himself. He'd be in his briefs, and I figured she was in her usual athleisure - leggings and a tank top - helping him maneuver. Nathan's always been a charmer with wandering hands. I could picture him "accidentally" brushing against her hips or chest, playing it off with a sheepish grin. One evening, Lauren shared a story over dinner. "So, I was in yoga pants helping Nate with his shower, and he straight-up slid his hand up my thigh, grazing my... you know. He was clearly hard. I won't lie, seeing him like that, wondering what he's got going on, it got me a little hot. I snapped at him, told him to cut it out, and he just chuckled, 'My bad, Lauren, you're just too damn fine.'" I raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, I see Nate's game. He's trying to get in his sister-in-law's pants. Question is, you thinking about letting him? " She swatted my arm, laughing, "You're out of your mind! " That night, our bedroom turned into a furnace. Lauren was insatiable, like a switch had flipped. She straddled me, her nails digging into my chest as she ground against me, her breath hot against my neck. She slid down, taking my cock in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head before she deep-throated me, her lips tight, sucking hard. She didn't stop, even after I came, swallowing and licking me clean, her eyes wild. The thought of Nathan's boldness had us both wired. I flipped her over, spread her legs, and fucked her hard, her moans echoing as she clawed the sheets, begging, "Harder, give it to me." I pulled her hair, slamming into her, her pussy clenching as she came, shuddering. I flipped her to her stomach, spread her cheeks, and teased her tight asshole with my tongue, then lubed her with her own juices. I eased into her ass, inch by inch, until I was buried deep, fucking her slow, then fast, her gasps turning to screams as I filled her up. She turned, sucked me clean, and collapsed, panting. Breathless, she murmured, "Nate's probably packing like you, babe. I love your thick eight inches. Wonder what he's working with." I grinned, "Guess you'll have to investigate. Report back." One night, I got home around 8: 45 p.m., easing the front door open to avoid creaking. The house was quiet, but a soft glow spilled from Nathan's room, the door cracked open. Low moans and heavy breathing hit my ears. I crept closer, heart pounding, and peered inside, my jaw dropping. Lauren was stark naked, on her knees over Nathan, her mouth working his cock like she was starving for it. Her lips stretched around his thick shaft, saliva glistening as she bobbed, taking him deep, then pulling back to flick her tongue over the swollen tip. She'd moan, pop him out, and run her lips down the side, sucking his balls before diving back to swallow him whole. "Fuck, Nate, your cock's so good, just like my husband's, and it tastes like heaven, " she purred. Nathan groaned, his hips bucking, one hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as he fucked her mouth, his cock disappearing until her nose pressed against his pubes. She gagged, eyes watering, but kept sucking, relentless. Suddenly, he tensed, grunting, and unleashed a flood of cum. Her throat worked, swallowing every drop, and she licked her lips, smirking, "God, your cum's so sweet, brother-in-law." But she wasn't done. She kept sucking, slow and deliberate, keeping him hard, her hand stroking the base while her tongue teased the tip. My cock was throbbing, straining against my jeans, and I was stroking myself through the fabric, mesmerized. Then Lauren climbed onto him, straddling his hips. She grabbed his cock, rubbing it against her dripping slit, coating the head with her juices before sinking down, inch by inch, until he was buried inside her. She gasped, her head thrown back, breasts bouncing as she rode him, her hips grinding in a slow, sensual rhythm that quickened to a frantic pace. Each thrust made a wet, slapping sound as his cock filled her, his balls smacking her ass. "Fuck me, Nate, make me come, " she moaned, her fingers rubbing her clit in tight circles. Nathan growled, "I'm close, " and she pleaded, "Hold on, I need it! " But he couldn't, erupting inside her, his cum spilling out as she kept riding, her pussy glistening with his load. She hadn't climaxed, so she slid off, got back on her knees, and resumed sucking, her lips smeared with cum, keeping him hard. Her pussy was a mess, dripping onto the sheets. I couldn't hold back. I burst in, cock out, rock-hard. Lauren's eyes widened, but she didn't stop. I knelt behind her, sliding four fingers into her soaked pussy, fucking her hard, scooping out Nathan's cum and bringing it to her lips. She sucked my fingers, then kissed Nathan, their tongues swapping his cum in a sloppy, hungry dance. I spanked her ass, the crack echoing, and lined up my cock, plunging into her in one brutal thrust. She screamed into Nathan's mouth, her body shaking as I fucked her, my balls slapping her clit. She broke the kiss, turned, and resumed sucking Nathan, her moans muffled as she deep-throated him, her hand pumping his shaft. The sight - my wife stuffed with cum, sucking my brother while I pounded her - was unreal. I grabbed her hips, fucking her harder, the wet squelch of her pussy driving me wild. She pulled off Nathan's cock, gasping, "I'm coming, fuck, don't stop! " Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down as she came, screaming, wave after wave hitting her. I kept going, relentless, until I roared, unloading deep inside her, my cum mixing with Nathan's. I pulled out, grabbed her hair, and shoved my cock in her mouth. "Clean it, " I growled. She sucked me eagerly, licking every inch, then went back to Nathan, sucking him with renewed hunger. "Make him come, you perfect slut, " I said, stepping back. "I'll be downstairs." When she joined me, I pulled her close, kissing her deeply, tasting cum on her lips. I sucked her nipples, biting gently, then pushed her to the couch for a 69. I buried my face in her pussy, lapping at her clit, sucking out the mix of cum, savoring the musky taste. I smeared some on her asshole, working two fingers inside, stretching her. I flipped her to all fours, spit on her hole, and slid my cock into her ass, slow at first, letting her adjust, then picking up speed until I was fucking her deep, her moans shaking the room. I reached around, rubbing her clit, and she came again, her ass tightening around me. I followed, filling her with cum, collapsing beside her. From then on, Lauren had two cocks to satisfy her - mine and Nathan's. I made her promise: every night, we'd fuck, and her pussy would be dripping when I got home. That weekend, I confronted Nathan. "So, you fucked my wife. That was the plan, wasn't it? " He nodded, smirking. "Yup. But we're square now - you were banging my wife back in the day." I frowned. "This was payback? " He shook his head. "No way. Lauren's stunning, and I'm hooked. Same deal with you and my wife, right? You couldn't resist her." I sighed, "Yeah, I was in love with her. Always will be."

15 min·Aug 28

I step into the dimly lit living room and see you in your hot pants and long Bordeaux red top, reading on the couch with a half-full glass of red wine on the small table next to you. I dim the light a little more and slowly approach you. I offer you my hand and pull you up to me and very close to me. I rest my head on your shoulder and breathe in your sweet scent. I turn you around and stand directly behind you. Breathe in your perfume. I put your hair over your left shoulder while I slowly kiss your neck on the right side, slowly I kiss my way over your neck to the left side, I put my hair down on the right side and now kiss your neck on the left side, gently I suck on you. I run my hands down your body over your arms until I reach your hips and run my hands around them. I pull you a little closer to me and let my hands glide over your stomach while I continue to cover your neck with kisses. I slowly slide under your top and run my warm hands upwards, exposing your belly and running them tenderly over it. I carefully push us towards the back of the sofa, letting my fingers slide under the waistband of your hot pants. With my upper body, I press yours onto the upper edge of the back of the sofa and continue to run my hands inside your pants. With my hands in your pants, I start to slip them off and move downwards, kissing your back. Your shorts fall to the floor and cover your feet. I start to cover your bottom with kisses. I kneel behind you and run my hands down your thighs. You put your thighs a little further apart and press your bottom into my face. I run my tongue slowly up and down your lips. Hold your bottom a little tighter with my hands. You arch your back and show me that you like my touch. I have hidden a small bowl of ice cubes under the sofa, I grab one of them and touch your bottom with it. You get goose bumps and moan softly, at the same time you look backwards and say almost silently, you fucking bastard. I look at you with a smile and kiss away the drops that have formed from the ice cubes and are running down your bottom. At the same time, I grab another ice cube and run it over your lips, which are already slightly shiny with moisture. You startle, only to relax again immediately and then moan a loud oooooooooooh yaaaaaaaaa as I insert the ice cube. I continue to kiss and my way up your buttocks and down your thighs, the melted water from the ice cubes runs down the insides of your thighs from your lips. My hands now grasp your buttocks firmly and pull them apart a little, from bottom to top through your lips. I stand up and run my fingers over your back and take you by the hand so that we can walk around the couch. When we reach the seat, I ask you to sit down. You comply with my request and lean back. I kneel down in front of you and grab your lower legs and place them on my shoulders to the left and right. I lower my head and kiss the insides of your thighs upwards in the direction of the sweet scent that your little honey pot emits. Kiss me further towards your shiny lips. Suck me close to you and your light wetness into me. You move your legs, cross them behind my head and pull me closer to you, I open my mouth and sink my tongue between your lips, you respond to my penetration with a soft hmm, yay. I run my hands under your bottom and pull you closer to me. The tip of my tongue goes up and down inside you. You taste me smacking as I briefly pull my tongue out. I continue to touch you, I open my mouth and suck on your clitoris. The tip of my tongue hits your pearl again and again. I pull my hands out from under your bottom and run them over your thighs to gently pull your lips apart while I gently bite into your clitoris and pull outwards. Your squirming becomes a little more uncontrolled and you let out a soft, pleasurable moan. I briefly detach myself from you to take an ice cube into my mouth without you noticing. Then I continue my caresses. I can feel your goose bumps on my fingers. I run my cold tongue inside you again while my hands wander over your hips and up to your breasts. Your hard nipples are waiting for me there, which I twirl with my fingers. I comply with your request and slowly push two fingers in from below, slowly pull them out again and slowly back in, again and again. Irregularly, however, I insert them into you quickly and a little harder. I continue to suck and nibble on your clitoris with relish. My thumb touches your rosette again and again as I insert my fingers into your increasingly wet honey pot. Again and again you let out an oh, an mmh, a yes. Suddenly my thumb is gone, an ohhh yesaa both holes escape your mouth. I enlarge my licking radius and also spoil your rosette with my tongue. My fingers continue to knead and twirl your breasts and nipples. I start to increase my kissing and licking radius even further and move upwards over your stomach, over your breasts to your face. You smile at me and start to taste your wetness. While I let my tongue disappear into your mouth, I slowly take off my shorts and kneel closer to the couch. I simply place my already hard cock on your wet lips and let it slide back and forth. I pull it back a little and very slowly and carefully insert just my tip. I pull my tip out again and lightly slap your shiny lips with my hard friend. I push it into you again. This time halfway in. Then I pull it out again and look at it as it is half wet with your honey. I smack it on your lips again, this time a little harder than the first time. Then I push it into you again. A little deeper this time, about two thirds. I pull it back again, but now leave the tip in. Push it in again and back up to the tip. I stay like this for a moment and remove the tip again. I can see you expecting me to hit you with it again. But I just put it down and watch you. You close your eyes and seem to relax. At that moment, I strike your pulsating lips again. You startle and moan at the same time, goose bumps cover your heated body. Take me, you say to me, show me how much you desire me. I shallowly run my hard phallus over your lips, which are red with blood. Your wetness sticks to me, I do it, I insert my shiny tip again, halfway in and out again, in and out again. Back in and now all the way in, our pools touch, I pull it back to the tip, wait a tiny moment and then drive it into you at lightning speed. The sound of our pools slapping together fills the living room with a bang, the candle on the small side table flickers from the slight breeze caused by my movement. I remain in this position, moving from your knees up over your thighs with only my fingertips touching you. Goose bumps cover your entire body. I lean forward and kiss my way back up over your stomach to your breasts. I alternate between sucking and biting both nipples. At the same time, I pull my hard phallus out of you a little and then push it back in again. I slowly begin to move into you in a rhythm. I rise up again and wrap my hands around your hips. Slowly I speed up and thrust a little harder. My hands run over your pubic area and to your clitoris, my thumb touches it and you seem to explode slightly. A quiet yes, give me more, don't stop escapes your mouth. Our rhythm gets faster and faster, the slapping together of our pelvises fills the room with a constant sound. Our bodies begin to sweat, our heat is added to the warmth of the living room, your forehead begins to glisten from the light coating of sweat, just like the rest of your body. I take in the slightly salty taste as we kiss. Then I stop briefly, remove my phallus from your honey pot and offer you my hand. I pull you up to me, we change positions, I sit down on the sofa and lean back. My hard friend stands shiny from your nectar from me, ready to sit on it, you turn your back to me and take a step back between my legs, go to your knees and grasp my cock with your hand, you wiggle it slightly as you go even further to your knees to position it between your wet lips. When the tip is back in you, you let yourself fall onto my thighs and take a deep breath. Then you start to circle your pelvis and lean back slightly. My hands grip your hips and accompany your movements. You start to move up and down at the same time as my spear moves in and out. I enjoy the sight of your tight ass, my hard spear and your open paradise, which now seems to be so wet that it's literally leaking out of you. To make your movements a little wilder again, I slap your bottom with my hands on the left and right, slight marks are visible, you give me an oh yes while you look over your left shoulder. I pull you back slightly by your arm and your sweaty back touches my sweaty chest. My hands run up over your stomach to your breasts and massage them more than vigorously, my fingers twirl your hard nipples to give you a soft, purring oh yes, that's so hot, keep going my stud. Move my hands down again and run them over your wet pearl and massage it with my thumb. Your squirming gets faster, your breathing gets faster too. You now take your breasts into your own hands and massage your nipples. I can feel the contractions of your honey pot on my hard phallus. It feels like a massage. You move your upper body forwards, bend your knees slightly and move up and down my pleasure giver. A wonderful view reveals itself to me. After a few up and down movements, you release my friend back into freedom, turn around and get down on your knees. Your hands touch my thighs and give me goose bumps. With your head down, you look at me with a look that tells me it's my turn now. Your hands continue to run up my thighs, your left hand caresses my testicles and your right hand devotes itself to my still protruding playmate, who is looking forward to your caresses with a wonderful glow. I close my eyes and can't see that in the meantime you have also taken an ice cube out of the bowl and put it in your mouth. When your ice-cold lips touch the tip of my shaft, I startle and move my pelvis slightly off the couch. My tip disappears completely into your mouth and I shiver because I hadn't expected it to be so cold. Goose bumps cover my entire body. Your delicate fingertips run along the sides of my thighs towards my bottom and then up to my stomach. My hard phallus still fills your mouth. You open your lips and slowly release it. Light threads of spit cling to it and move towards your tongue. The tip of your tongue caresses my bare glans because your hand has pulled back my foreskin so far that it is exposed. It glistens beautifully in the candlelight. Your tongue moves around the glans and licks the individual drops that emerge from the small hole with relish. You moan softly and sympathetically as my salty taste flows into your mouth. You bend your head forward again, close your mouth a little and your teeth touch my bare glans very gently. I explode inside and run my hands through your hair and breathe softly to you, oh yes, you're doing wonderfully. Keep going, don't stop. Without moving your head, you look up and I can see in your gaze that my words weren't necessary. You close your mouth again and take me a little deeper into you. I close my eyes again and enjoy your caresses while my hands continue to run through your hair. A soft smacking fills the living room, I enjoy your touches and your caresses on my hard phallus, which is about to burst. You open your mouth and release it into freedom, but lick the still exposed glans and very slowly down the shaft until you reach my testicles, your hands were already there before and massaged them gently. You treat them very gently. I am completely relaxed and enjoy your every touch. Your fingertips, still cold from the ice cubes, feel like tiny pinpricks on my skin. In combination with your hot breath, it's a wonderful change. You open your mouth again and try to take one of my testicles into your mouth while you start massaging my protruding boyfriend again with your hand. You let my foreskin slide over my glans again and again to pull it down in the opposite direction so far that it almost hurts. I notice how your treatment causes more and more pressure to build up inside me and it doesn't take long before I have to relieve myself. You also seem to notice this and slow down your manual movements. You become slower and slower. Until suddenly there are no more touches from you. I keep my eyes closed and hear you stand in front of me and look at me. After a brief moment of silence, I notice that you put your feet on the couch to the left and right of me. I open my eyes a little and see your wet honey pot making its way to my face. Your wet, seemingly glowing hot lips press against my lips. You move your pelvis to the right and left, spreading your wetness over my face, the tip of my tongue slightly out. In the meantime, my hands run up your lower legs until they reach your bottom. I hold your bottom firmly and stop your movements. My tongue continues to drive out of my mouth and into you. Like a small phallus, I start to penetrate your paradise, which is starting to produce honey again. Your breathing quickens, your hands run over your breasts and massage your hard nipples again, even if it's not too easy due to the softness of the sofa, you try to move your pelvis up and down. I try to keep up with you with my tongue and not withdraw from you so that I always stay in contact with you. More and more of your tasty nectar escapes you, your breathing becomes faster and faster. First you start very quietly with a hmm, followed by an aaa, a yes. Slowly you get louder and an oh how horny, I'm cumming, hmm, escapes you. Then it becomes very quiet for a moment and your movements stop, only to explode in a loud yaaaaaaaa, I'm cumming. Your trembling knees give way and you fall onto me.