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Click Here To Visit Big Cock Gaggers!Our First DatePosted on 2008-Apr-6 at 03:32 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - LinkTags: Mature, Romance, Straight sex A first date leads to long term romance I met him at the library, in my writers group. It is hard to find good men, and that is a problem that only gets worse as we get older. All the good ones are taken, one way or another. He is older than I am, but that’s okay. A mature man is probably good for me. Goodness knows I’ve had my share of losers over the years. I wasn’t blessed with a good eye, when it came to picking men.  more stories on Adult Blog Directory My high school sweetheart was killed by a drunk driver when he was 17. I was devastated at the loss. I didn’t date for the rest of high school. I mourned him so deeply, I wouldn’t let anybody near me. I threw myself into my studies and aced most of my classes. As I stood before my fellow graduates to give the valedictorian address, I wept inside for the young man that should have been sitting in the audience, waiting to take me to the rest of my graduation celebration. As it was, I never went.  I have dated a few doctors in my day. As a nurse, it seemed like a logical choice to pair with someone who understands what it is like to work in a hospital. I soon learned that doctors think they are next to God himself, and their arrogance soon overshadowed any relationship we may have had.  I was engaged to be married (twice, to the same guy). I met him in church (good place, I thought) we sang in the choir together. I loved this man with all my heart and was devastated when I found him involved in another relationship, with a man. “Oh god, you’re gay! Fine, whatever, but count me out!” I was a cover for his secret relationship. I am not even going there.  Then I met HIM. I was in a writer’s group at the local library. We would take turns reading the stories we had written and then discuss them and ways we could improve our skills and techniques, character formation, and story lines.  He asked me out for coffee one evening after our group, and I tried not to appear too eager. He is nine years older than myself. He is a widow (no ex-wife to have to deal with), a father to two adult daughters, and a grandfather to five grandchildren.  We sat in an all night coffee shop and talked until the sun came up. We talked about life, love, and the death of loved ones, and how to survive that. We’d been up all night and neither of us were tired. I didn’t want to let him go, and he obviously felt the same way, as he suggested we go for a walk. Hand in hand, we walked along the river bank, enjoying the warmth of a beautiful spring day. We sat on a park bench, to watch the geese and ducks swim in the water under the warm sun, and he put his arm around me.  We went out for lunch as we were hungry. I asked him back to my place for dinner that evening. I was hoping with any luck at all, that we might be on to something.  I felt things that first day that I hadn’t felt in years. The excitement of a new relationship. The wondrous possibility of making love. The beauty of simply being together. We were indeed on to something, for that evening as we sat and watched a movie, he put his arm around me and pulled me close to his side. I lay my head on his shoulder, and rested my hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating, pounding actually, and it seemed to match my own pulse.  He tipped my head up and kissed me. It was a sweet kiss, tentative at first, and then a little more pressure, but that was all. He lifted his head and looked into my eyes. “I’m not going to apologize for that”, he said with a smile on his face.  “Good, I don’t want you to apologize. In fact, I want you to kiss me again”, I encouraged him.  He’s a smart man, and didn’t need a second invitation. This kiss was just as sweet, but not as hesitant. I felt his tongue run along my lips, and I opened my mouth. His tongue touched mine and I was filled with something I hadn’t felt in a very long time. My hand went to his neck, and I held on for dear life, because I felt like I was soaring. We broke the kiss, and sat there, with our foreheads touching. Our breathing was heavy and our pulses were racing.  “WOW! Was that just me, or did you feel that too?”, he asked me.  “Oh god, you mean to say you felt that as well?” I was stunned that we could both have the same reaction to what started as a simple kiss.  I lifted my face to his, and brought his lips to mine. My hands were in his hair. I moaned as he slipped his tongue into my mouth once again.  His hands found the bottom hem of my tee-shirt and ran up my rib cage to find my breast in a lacy half cup demi bra. He cradled my small breast in his hand, and it felt so damned right. Through the lace, he grazed his thumb over the nipple and I gasped in sweet delight. I could feel the sensation right down between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet, and all we had done is kiss, while he fondled my breast.  We broke off the kiss once more and were left panting and gasping for air once again. “Oh my god!” slipped out of our mouths at the same time and we laughed at the coincidence of it.  My hands were on the buttons of his shirt, and his hands tugged at the hem of my tee-shirt. I lifted my arms and off it came over my head. I could feel him working at the hooks of my bra. He seemed as impatient as I was to feel skin to skin. I finally slipped his shirt off his shoulders, and ran my hands over his broad chest, enjoying the feel of such a vibrant man under my hands.  He now had access to both my breasts and massaged one, then the other. He leaned down and sucked one nipple into his warm, wet mouth, and rolled the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I leaned my head back and in doing so, arched my back, thrusting my breasts farther into his mouth and hand. This was pure heaven.  My hand wandered its way down his abdomen. My index finger found his navel and I rimmed it, causing him to gasp in delight. Further down, I felt the buckle of his belt. I started to undo it, and then was working on the waistband button of his slacks. I could see his manhood, inside his slacks, twitching to be set free. I could tell by the outline of his member inside his slacks that he was a good length, at least seven inches, and that would suit me just fine.  I stopped before I unzipped his slacks. I looked at him and I asked the silent question, “Do you want this?” He framed my face in his hands and kissed me deeply. It seemed an eternity before I felt his hands on the snap of my jeans. He tugged it apart, and the zipper went down, like it had a mind of its own.  My hand had worked his fly open at the same time and I reached inside his pants and felt his warm, hard throbbing member.  He reached inside my jeans and cupped my mound. My silk panties were soaking, so aroused was I.  It was all too evident that we wanted each other. He looked at me and smiled. I looked at him and blushed.  He was the first to speak, “We seem to have a, a, umm. . .a. . .situation here.”  I chuckled at him and agreed, “Indeed. Now what are we going to do about it?”  We were well past the teenage years of groping each other on the couch, and I wasn’t in the mood for a quick paw anyhow. Over the years, I had come to appreciate long, slow, sweet lovemaking, and I instinctively knew that his man could last, to give me what I wanted.  “Do you have somewhere to be in the near and not too distant future?” I asked him, coyly.  “Well, now, let me think. . .nope!”  “Me neither,” I replied, thinking I was glad I had changed the sheets on my bed.  I stood up and held out my hand to him. He took it and I led him down the hall to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and the rain-like shower head opened like the heavens on a spring day.  We finished undressing each other and stepped into the warm mist of the shower. We touched, caressed, and kissed. With gentle hands, we washed each other lovingly. I washed his back and massaged his shoulders and neck. He washed my hair and tenderly massaged my scalp. We got out of the shower and dried each other off.  He picked me up and carried me into my bedroom and gently placed me on the queen size bed. I held my arms open for him, and I felt the mattress dip slightly under his weight. He came to me, and lay down on his side next to me. Kissing me on the mouth, cheeks, jaw, and neck. He moved down to my chest, and just above my breasts. Soon he was sucking on my nipples, and sensation was simply exquisite.  His hand wandered down my belly and to the apex of the V between my legs, “Umm, I love it when a woman keeps this part of her body trimmed”, he said as he cupped my mound, and gently parted the labia to find the flower that lay within. He stimulated the hub of my desire, and I moaned as I drew my knees up in reflex, and spread my legs, to offer him more. He fingered the slit that let to my moist canal, and inserted one finger. I could feel my muscles clamp down on the lone finger. He withdrew, and the next thrust was with two fingers. Oh my, the feeling was better than I expected. He withdrew again, and this time he filled me with three fingers up to the knuckle. He turned his hand and found that wonderful, sensitive spot and rubbed that in the same magically slow rhythm that he was using on my clit.  I lost myself in the glorious sensations he was causing, and I let the orgasm over take my body in a rush of warm sweet nectar.  He positioned himself between my legs and entered me slowly. “Oh god, you are so wet, so tight, so perfect.”, he whispered in my ear. (For the first time in my life, I was glad that my body had never gone through the labor of child birth, my muscles were that of a much younger woman.)  “More”, I urged and raised my hips to meet his thrust. “Please, deeper.” and that was all the encouragement he needed to give me what I wanted.  We found our own rhythm, and we reveled in each other’s body, giving, taking, satisfying, until he climaxed, with ropes of his sweet essence deep in my womb. He collapsed on top of me and I held him in my arms as my own climax shook my body. I could feel our fluids mix, and seep around his manhood and out of my body.  We lay there like that for some time, savoring the post climactic glow. I held him inside, still feeling the aftershocks of our orgasm, until he was soft, that he could not help but slip from my body. We sighed, and smiled at each other. We curled up together, he was behind me, his arm lazily draped over my body, his hand cupping my left breast.  We whispered lover’s words to each other, and slept wrapped up in each other’s love.  We woke some time later, and still the strong feeling was there. I reached down and took his semi erect member into my hands. I grasped the base and worked my hands up and down the shaft until he was hard again. I leaned over and placed my mouth on the head of his penis. I kissed him gently, and whirled my pointed tongue around the head. I licked the underside of the shaft, where I knew it was especially sensitive. I cupped his sac in one hand and stroked it gently with my thumb. Once again, I took him deep into my mouth, and started to suck, slow, fast, deeper, more shallow. I varied the speed and depth in which I took him in. He started to thrust his hips gently and I knew he would release his sweet nectar soon. I wanted to drink it all in, to give him the pleasure he had given me only a few short hours before. I continued to work him, hand and mouth, until I heard the change in his breathing and the groans of ecstasy come from deep with in his soul. I could feel the first shot of him hit the back of my throat and I swallowed quickly, as I did not want to waste a drop of his precious live giving nectar. Another rope purged forth, and another soon after that, followed by one last spurt. I licked him clean, and lifted my head. “Umm, Darling, you taste so good”, as I kissed him deep on the mouth so he could taste it too.  We slept the rest of the night, occasionally waking, and exploring each other’s body, not to make love, but to give each other the love that we felt in our hearts.  It is astonishing to me, that on our first date, we made a connection that would last a lifetime. sex in iran, sex blogs, free sex mpg, sexy naked woman, female sex Movie Gallery From Colored CuntsPosted on 2008-Apr-6 at 02:55 - 0 Comments - Post Comment - Link
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(Copyright 2005 All Rights Reserved) (This story originally appeared at Oysters and Chocolate. It was runner up in their "Hot Tamales" contest of 2006). We begin with an amuse bouche—a delicate round of seedless watermelon floating in a ginger-shallot cream sauce, surrounded by emerald green cilantro oil. The watermelon round hosts a spoonful of sashimi tuna marinated in soy, ginger, garlic and chili, topped by a pale yellow mango crisp. Wallace observes that he enjoyed a similar dish earlier in the summer. That sauce, however, was an anis emulsion, which he believes offered better balance. You have to respect Wallace, because he’s eaten everything and carries the paunch to show it. Camille complains that her mango crisp isn’t really that crisp, having suffered the unfortunate fate of absorbing the tuna’s marinade. She finishes her second glass of champagne and prods Wallace for another. She’s wearing more jewelry than I own, but is unable to hide the look of someone whose age has caught up with her all at once. There’s a looseness to her flesh, as if she’s wearing her wrinkled skin as a body suit. It’s rumored that she once slept with Bill Clinton, or was it Newt Gingrich? Camille can be indelicate, but her palate is unmatched—so long as she remains sober. It’s Laci’s reaction I’m interested in. I watch as the watermelon melts in her mouth. Her warm brown eyes, set wide apart in a tan, boyish face, flutter sensuously. “They should have sautéed the ginger and shallot in higher-fat butter,” she concludes. “The butter they used caused the shallot to caramelize and burn, overwhelming the delicacy of the dish.” She’s an ex-chef at a three-star restaurant in Los Angeles and has been food critic for a major east-coast newspaper for the past ten years. Even Wallace is impressed with her observation and his loud harrumph confirms it. “What do you think, Alana?” Laci turns her whole body toward me in a sweeping motion. I think she’s the most self-assured woman I’ve ever met. I think her taste is impeccable. I think how wonderful it would be to kiss her, run my tongue across her perfect teeth, smear her red lipstick. It’s hard to resist the urge to lick the smudge of cream sauce from the corner of her luscious mouth. “What makes the dish is the tuna,” I say, trying to sound more confident than I am. “Let’s face it, this is the most delicious tuna any of us has ever eaten and each cube is as perfectly diced as its sister.” “No denying the tuna,” Wallace agrees. Laci smiles condescendingly. We both know I’m a token at the table, the food critic for the local paper, while my table companions are international gourmands with a global following. “This is good tuna,” she admits. “Too bad the sauce overwhelms it.” “Yes, I suppose that’s true.” Camille says, stifling a yawn, “OK, OK, I’m ready to move on. What’s next? Are we having the Sauvignon Blanc or have we decided on that overpriced Pinot Grigio?” Laci winks at me. “I could probably teach you a thing or two.” I wish she would and I tell her so. * * * For our first course, Camille and I have selected Pacific prawns on a bed of fire-roasted tomato risotto. The shrimp is sweet and tender with a hint of the open sea, the risotto creamy and rich. Fresh peas dot the dish’s surface, varying both the appearance and texture. A pinch of micro-greens adds interest and a surprising burst of flavor. “Oh my God,” Camille tilts her head back and stares heavenward theatrically. “It’s wonderful,” I say. “I love the peas. Crunchy on the outside. Like velvet on the inside.” “The shrimp is perfect. And, there are even bits of lobster in the risotto,” Camille reports to the table. “Delicious, just delicious.” Wallace and Laci have opted for scallops. A pan-seared cylinder of flesh resides on a bed of sautéed leeks. A beet juice reduction, a dazzling crimson concoction, criss- crosses the plate, reminiscent of a Jackson Pollack painting. “Yes,” Wallace says. “Very nice.” Laci nods. “My scallop is slightly overcooked, but otherwise it’s wonderful.” Camille shoots her a glance. “Ah, yes, but you like it pink on the inside, don’t you?” Laci smiles naughtily. “I’ve been known to.” “I remember only too well.” “Ladies, please,” Wallace intervenes. “It’s more than an old man can contemplate.” Laci rolls a bite of scallop in the beet reduction, spears a leek round, and offers me a bite. “How do you like it?” The scallop is like butter from the sea, the beet and leek earthy and sweet. I lick lingering juices from my lips. “Incredible,” I breathe. Laci downs the rest of it in one bite. “Scallops should quiver on the inside,” she instructs, pointing her fork at me. “Otherwise, this is excellent.” “Next,” Camille waves for the waiter. “It’s time for something more robust. We need a white burgundy or a chardonnay.” Wallace fills her glass with the last of the Pinot Grigio. Camille takes a sip and leans near him, her mouth at his ear. She whispers something while looking directly at me. Wallace stifles a chortle, before sliding his arm around her shoulders. “You are such a vamp,” he tells her, to which she merely nods in agreement. * * * Laci and I choose a butternut squash soup for our next course, while Camille and Wallace settle on the field greens salad augmented with poached quail’s egg and lamb’s tongue. The soup, the color of autumn itself, exudes a tangy aroma of star anise, its texture smooth as the underside of your lover’s tongue. As the soup coats my throat I am sated and filled with longing at the same time. I consider discarding my spoon and drinking from the bowl. Laci’s lips close around the spoon as if she’s sucking a nipple. She nods approvingly. “Oh, my. Now, that is just right. Simple, elegant, ripe with flavor.” Under the table, she rests a hand on my knee and shoulders up, as if we are co-conspirators in a grand scheme. “Wouldn’t this be nice in front of a fire? I just had a wood burning fire place installed on my patio, next to the Jacuzzi.” I blink to a fantasy image of naked flesh, dappled with goose bumps, backlit by a flickering flame. She’s a large woman, not obese, just womanly in the classic sense. Her breasts are pendulous, motherly. I imagine her ass—broad, white, and inviting as an unmade bed. “Maybe you’d like to try it sometime?” I feel her fingers tighten. “I’ll bring the wine. You make the soup.” “Something like that,” she says coyly. Across from us, Camille and Wallace are increasingly chummy. They’ve linked arms to share a sip of the California chardonnay Camille settled on. They’re laughing heartily at who knows what at this point. Camille quaffs her glass. “Watch out for her my young friend,” she tells me. “When she eats a peach, she doesn’t leave the pit.” Laci is undaunted. “How’s the salad, Wallace?” she asks. “The lambs tongue,” he says thoughtfully, “reminds me of a young man from San Diego.” “He’s such a whore,” Camille says. “That’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Wallace replies. Laci’s touch rides a little higher on my thigh. I adjust the napkin on my lap and stroke the back of her hand with my fingertips. * * * Between courses, a dollop of lemon sorbet arrives to cleanse our palates. Someone, Wallace I believe, has ordered a peppery Zinfandel. A white wine leaves me edgy and wanting more, but the Zin warms me, fills me. Once in high school, before declaring myself a lesbian, I allowed a boy to fuck me in his car, a used Ford Expedition that smelled of leather and cigarettes. As a precaution against any and everything, I was on the pill. Because he was a nice boy, I let him come inside, my legs spread wide, feet straining against the back of the front seat. The feeling of red wine hitting bottom reminds me of the sensation of his warm semen bathing the walls of my pussy. For their main course, Wallace and Camille enjoy a veal loin swimming in a silky demiglace and accompanied by a parsnip puree and an assortment of wild mushrooms and truffles. Laci and I have chosen the rack of lamb. The scent of rosemary and garlic rising from the medium-rare chops is like coming home from the woods on a winter’s evening. The pink of the flesh is like the pucker of a lover’s ass. Wallace raises his glass in a toast. “To the chef.” “To the chef,” we all repeat. We watch as he inhales a bite from the tines of his fork. His expression is pure bliss. He chews once, twice, and then rinses it down with another sip of wine. “Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes,” “Now, who did that remind you of?” Camille asks. “The young man from New York or that married fellow from Boston you seduced last week?” Wallace shakes his head. “Neither, my dear. More like the tender loins of other boys when I was but a boy myself.” “Tender loins, my ass.” Camille waves a hand over her dish, inhaling the fragrance of the mushrooms. “Oysters, porcini, chanterelles. Black truffles. It’s fucking sex on a goddamn plate.” The folds of the oyster mushrooms glisten in the dim light and the entire restaurant is suddenly redolent with the truffles. I can’t look away and Camille reads me for the wanton little slut I am. She offers a taste from across the table. “Oh, I can’t,” I stammer. “But, you must,” she says. “Never pass up a chance encounter with a fat, black truffle.” It’s like eating your lover’s pussy for the third time in the same evening, musky and familiar, and no sooner do the juices release in my mouth than they release in my satin panties. Oh, I’m slippery down there all right, slippery as an oyster in its shell. An oyster ready to be shucked and swallowed whole. “This lamb,” Laci says, “is outstanding. Domestic for sure, not gamy like the Australian lamb Wallace and I had in Philadelphia last week.” Her measured tone belies her surreptitious movements under the table. I’m still recovering from the truffles, when her hand takes mine and pulls it deep into the crotch of her wool blend slacks. “What do you think, Alana? Have you tried the lamb yet?” Wallace and Camille are too engaged in their tenderloins and truffles to pay us any mind. “Not yet,” I manage, barely able to speak. “You really should,” but when I try to withdraw my hand, she clinches powerful thighs together. “Here, I’ll cut it for you.” Laci reaches across to my plate and slices a bite of lamb. As she feeds me, her forearm brushes my nipple through the silk of my blouse and she might as well have tweaked my clit. Thankfully, she and I are against a wall, and no one can see my hand caressing the fabric between her legs. She’s wet too. I can tell by the way the fabric glides across her slit. Her eyes are on fire as she watches me devour the lamb. It’s strong, chewy, filling. “You two, you two!” Camille snaps her fingers at us. “You can take the girl out of the bedroom,” she confides to Wallace, “but you can’t take the bedroom out of the girl. Look at these two lovebirds.” I pull my hand away from Laci. “You have such a dirty mind,” I tell Camille. “You wouldn’t have a clue,” she replies, “but you can find out anytime you want.” “How’s the lamb?” Wallace asks me, saving the moment. “Luscious, delectable, scrumptious. All these things and more.” “You’re drunk to boot,” Camille says and tilts her wine glass in my direction. “Short ball hitter” she concludes contemptuously. “I’ll bet she can go the distance,” Laci says. ‘But can she take you the distance? That’s the question,” Camille replies pointedly. “Bitch,” Laci breathes into my ear. “Her, not you.” * * * Dessert arrives in a flourish of waiters and plates and decaf. Laci and I share a chocolate chocolate raspberry torte decorated with chocolate Grenache butterfly wings that remind me of freshly shaven labia. Some much fucking chocolate. I want to eat it off of Laci’s breasts. I want to melt it on her belly and drink it as it drips from between her legs. Camille and Wallace are sharing an old standby, the Crème Brule. Camille feeds it to him as if he were a baby. His face has grown heavier, his voice more gravely over the course of the evening. “The cream," he mumbles between bites. “I love the cream, love it, love it, love it.” “There, there,” Camille pats his back, rubs his shoulder. “Of course you do, of course you do.” Laci grips my forearm. “We’re off to the Ladies,” she announces, pulling me after her. “Sluts,” Camille calls after us. “You’re both sluts.” It’s late and we’ve overstayed our welcome, even for food critics. The restaurant, including the Ladies, is deserted. Laci kicks open a stall, towing me along. Once inside, she kisses me, gives me a swirl of tongue, before pushing me against one wall and flattening herself against the opposite. “Show me your breasts,” she demands. And, of course, there’s no denying her now. I fumble with the buttons of my blouse, the front snap on my bra. My tits spill into my hands, white and firm, but no larger than passion fruits. “Milk them,” she orders me. How did she know I’d do anything she asks? I squeeze and pull, gently at first, then more aggressively, watching her watch me. Her mouth is a perfect “O,” her eyes glassy. I’m dizzy, floating, suspended like an egg about to be poached. “Feed them to me,” she breathes into my ear. I cup a breast in each hand and offer them up, kneading as if I’m making bread. She graces first one nipple, then the other with her mouth. Sharp teeth nibble and nip. “Suck me ‘til I bleed,” I gasp. My ass thumps the toilet wall like a pulsating blender. She steps away, face flushed. “Show it to me. I’ve been thinking about it all night.” I lift my skirt, push pantyhose and panties down, step out of one leg. Below the stripe of curly brown hair, I open myself. I’m ripe and red as a blood orange, oozing juice. “Fuck,” she says. “Turn around.” I face the wall, panting like a bitch. ”Spread your cheeks. 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She’s salty and sweet at the same time, like Junior Mints and popcorn at a movie, and I want more. I drop to my knees, burying my face in the fur, kissing thighs and lips, running a tongue inside her crease. A strong hand on the back of head pulls me closer. I penetrate her with two fingers, while the flat of my tongue circles her clit. This girl knows what her lover needs. This girl knows how to get her off. She’s rides my fingers, grinds against my face, whimpers out her fuck noises. I flick her fast and light with the tip of my tongue until a sudden sharp intake of air tells me that I’ve got her. Her come starts with a Yes, yes, yes, continues with a long spasm of her belly, and ends with the walls of her cunt rhythmically clinching my fingers. When she’s seen it home, I nuzzle my way up to her throat. She holds me, telling me how beautiful I am, what a wonderful lover I am. I sink into her arms, those large, firm breasts. 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