It is too hard to think of when this slow burn started, too hard to focus on fact while I lay next to you letting thoughts of you and me, secret thoughts of us, drift into and out of my consciousness.

Wrapped into your embrace, I am musing silently beneath the star filled sky. It is that amazing time in the early morning, far before the garish sun is near to claiming the night; where I can close my eyes and inhale you… breathe you in with all of my senses. It is that perfect hour where I can let myself walk the too-thin line between anxious thought and deep, dark emotion.

I don’t know if I’ll get any “style” points for grammar or punctuation for this story because I’m not a story writer, but it is 100% true and I wanted my wife to see it so that she is reassured that I had a great time last weekend.

Ismira left the hotel quickly, not wanting her parents to see her dressed the way she was. she felt excitement, knowing she was breaking the rules, but she didn't care. tonight she would have actual fun.

The boss slowly shut the door, I was frozen to the spot. I quickly scuttled across the room and put my clothes back on. There was a look on his face that I’d never forget, he was disgusted but also he looked hurt.
“Cynthia..” He said, his voice was croaking, “Why?” He continued.
“I-well..” She stuttered as she put her dress back on and sat down at the desk.

I was looking to tease her from the off, it had been quite a few dates now and more and more the topic of sex had popped up in conversation, it hadn’t been coincidence, she’d been deliberately doing it and she was practically gagging for it although she did disguise it well. I was going to engage with her sexually the next time we met.

I dont usually stop at Mc Donald's, my doctors, among many, tell me not to. But, I cant help myself. I park in an area facing a strip center that contains "Plezhurz".. a sex shop of sorts. There is a lot of fuckwear and things with feathers attached in the window, and I'm sure, inside are things that cant be displayed in the window. It was fun to watch the people that went there, looking around before darting in.

Sal’s love.

Brrrrb. Brrrrrb.

Sal picked up the wall phone on the second ring and tucked it under her chin.

“Hello.” Her hands were covered in flour and a stray lock of hair got pushed back with her wrist.

“I know what you did last summer.” The heavily disguised voice announced through the earpiece.

“Josh! Hi how are you? Where are you?” Her pleasure at hearing his voice was evident in the immediate flush to her cheeks and breathlessness he always caused.

(teens, exh, oral, anal)
Two young couples, attempting to cap off an evening of burgers and a movie, found their way to a secluded farm road. Well away from popular trails, the teen-agers were ensured privacy. Soon, intimate whispers, breathing, and moans had replaced small talk.