It’s August in New York. Hot and sweaty, I rushed to meet him.He just flew in after another show.He steps out of the limo and reaches for me. I move backwards avoiding his touch. I turn and walk away, knowing he would follow. He tails me closely down 80th and Amsterdam. We continue until I reach the stairway leading down to the dimly lite entrance of a brown stone near the busy street. He chases me into the darkness. As he begins to speak, I push him up against the wall, kiss his lips and unzip his pants.I slide down onto my knees. He is fully exposed and firm. I tease him with my lips before taking all of him in my mouth. He closes his eyes and runs his fingers through my hair. He throbs as I suck faster and harder. He moans louder until he reaches his climax. The wildness of Manhattan in summer. Perfect for a game ~Janet Galino
He is a handsome flower lying silently on the seashore, under a tropical Marathon Key sky.His stem long and thick extending to a sugary bud. And I, a determined honey bee with a love of nectar. My duty is to extract every drop from him. I start at the head to soften his bud making sure to ease my way down to the stem as it hardens. My lips tighten their grip. I move back and forth using my tongue to moisten every stroke. The sweetness of his flavor gives my body an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy. I feel him expand in my throat. Romantically weakened by pleasure, he blooms releasing that sweet honey..
He lies radiant, swaying back and forth in the cool spring breeze. On this island, I’m forever his honey bee~ Emmanuelle Monet
Fall semester, night after night he sneaks into our dorm room. I lie alone, listening to them make love. I close my eyes and slip my hand into my panties. I imagine how he feels. I’ve had a crush on him since she introduced us freshman year. Secretly, I’ve wanted to join them but I’ve been too afraid to ask. I wonder if they realize that I’m awake. I start to pleasure myself. My moans elevate louder as she takes him into her mouth. For the first time she hears me. She calls me to her bed; I’m nervous and hesitant. I walk towards them but keep my distance. They both grab my hands and pull me closer. She removes my t-shirt and panties. He sits at the edge of the bed and she kneels down onto the floor. She pulls me next to her. She pushes my head into his lap and makes me take him into my mouth. “I’ll tell you how he likes to be sucked,” she whispers. “Swallow him down your throat and use your hand at the same time,” she commands. “Just like that keep going,” she continues. I love his taste and I don’t want to stop. Her fingers slip in and out of me. It feels so good. “I’m cumming,” he moans. I stop, ready to release him; she insists I keep going. “Don’t be afraid,” She whispers. He finally explodes. She kisses my lips. The sun rises and he leaves unnoticed. He’ll return tonight. ~ Sandra Parker-Roth
Snow covers midtown. We return home from our anniversary dinner. I love him more with each passing year. I know I’m young, but I believe I married my soul mate. He pours the champagne and lights the fire place. He grabs my hand and we dance around the room. We undress each other and slip into bed. My body straddles him upside down and his tongues caresses between my thighs. I stroke him with my hands until he is hard and then lick the tip. I try not to climax before he does. I want this to last as long as possible. I make love to him with my mouth. The passion we share after all these years is like an eternal flame, never fading but constantly maturing. I love him with all my heart and I express that with ever curve of my lips. I feel him growing closer and so do I. We begin to climax together. This is just the beginning of a long night of love making. Happy anniversary baby. ~May Levy